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Be sure to check out my other fanfiction Untold Past to understand the character Meg/Menivia (and why Menivia 'lives' inside her), and perhaps what relationship she has with the other exhibits.
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NATM, AND THE ORIGINAL CHARACTERS. BUT I DO OWN MEGERA/MENIVIA, BERNARD, ELAINE, THE MINOR CHARACTERS THAT ONLY SHOW UP IN ONE CHAPTER AND THE PLOT OF THIS STORY
~PatronusNightFlame
NICK's POV
"Nick, are you sure you want to go for a walk? It's quite chilly...chilly-chilly-willy...the penguin...hahaha that one never gets old." said Don. I mentally face-palmed.
What did mom see in him? I liked him at first, but now it's just ridiculous, I'd much rather have Larry as my father. Well...he is my father, just...why did mom arrange a divorce? Why did she do such thing after I got to know my awesome dad, who has an awesome job with awesome historical figures as friends.
Why?
"Yes, I'm sure. I'll be back...later on..." I said. Hopefully I wont get lost. "Alright, do be careful out there, dear!" said mom, with a mouthful of vegetables. "Okay, see you guys in a bit" I said.
I finished tying my shoelace, and headed out with my backpack, a beanie, gloves, a jacket and my headphones. When I walked out the door, I had no idea where to go, or what to do. I wasn't familiar with Washington. I didn't know where I was going, I just kept walking. Eventually, my feet - which were dancing to the music that was echoing from my eardrums to my brain, took me to the Smithsonian National Air and Space museum. Which was conveniently closed due to 'repairing'...according to the sign it was due to 'repairing' anyway. But whenever we - me and dad, put on the repairing sign, it was just to party with the exhibits.
Oh...how I missed them.
Anyway, it was only 1:00pm after all. Nothing to be afraid of.
Then...a weird deafening and thunderous roar. Like 20 airplanes were taking off at the same time...at the same place...shit
The planes at the Smithsonian air and space museum were alive...and surprisingly, no guards were there, and no one is around me...where does everyone go at 1:00pm?
I raced towards the front door, which wasn't locked. Wow. I'm not surprised if anything turned into dust the last time dad was here.
I opened it and rushed inside, there was a sudden heat that almost gave me a fever or a heat stroke. I managed to open my eyes and rush towards the reception, where a man with glasses and an almost bald head sat, "this is mission control, air check, clean, we are prepared for launch"
LAUNCH? NO NO NO NO!
"This is mission control, we are on a 'all systems go' stage, we are ready for lift off"
"NO NO NO"
THIS IS NOT HAPPENING
I took my phone out and called dad.
'Hello?"
"DAD IT'S ONLY 1PM, MUSEUM'S ALIVE, AIR AND SPACE TAKING OFF! WHAT DO I DO?" I panicked.
"The Tuskegee Airman are on the march, once again." said one of the airman beside me.
"How? Why? Stop them!" he cried from the other side of the phone.
"HOW DO I STOP THEM?"
"We are free for take off, I repeat, free for take off"
"HEY! NO! DON'T DO THAT!" I screamed
"Roger that"
"NO!" I cried. I hung up the phone and ran towards the man at the desk, controlling the...the...uhhh panel.
"NO WE ARE NOT FREE FOR ANY TYPE OF LIFTOFF! TAKEOFF! NO! NOT NOW!"
"I want a go or no go for launch?" asked the half bald man with the glasses. I could see my reflection in his eyeglasses. "I...I...I-say-no-go, please-no-go" I stuttered, "no go?" he questioned. I nodded my head, it felt like it was going to fall out anytime. "Lets not go anywhere" I said, my voice cracking a little.
"GO!" someone on an old plane cried.
"Check...GO!"
"GO GO GO!" the rocket was blasting with fire. My jaw dropped...this isn't happening.
The planes were all coming to life, one by one, starting their engines and the rockets ready for launch. The sound of planes flying at a quick speed bounced off the walls of the museum.
"GO!" another cried from the 2nd floor.
"GO!" said another pilot with his thumbs up.
"NO NO NO!" I cried. "NO GO! NO GO! GO NO! WHAT?"
Everyone was getting ready, the miniature planes were flying around, shooting bullets out already.
"OH MY GOD, NO!" I screamed, but everyone seemed to have ignored me.
"GO!" said a Tuskegee airman. "NO GO!" I screeched.
"Commence ignition sequence" said the half bald man. "how about no?" I shouted. The wax figures ignored me once again, "roger that, we have launch commence, I repeat we have launch commence" said another man with more hair, glasses and a mustache. Everything was happening at such a fast rate, everything around me becoming alive and trying to blow everything up!
"NO WE DO NOT HAVE LAUNCH COMMENCE!"
"10,"
"SHIT!"
"9, 8,"
"STOP!"
"7"
"LISTEN! YOU'LL TURN TO DUST OUT THERE!"
"6"
I grabbed the mic, "give it-"
"5,"
"Give it back!"
"4,"
"NO WE ARE AT A NO GO PHASE, PLEASE, NO GO, I REPEAT, NO GO STAGE. WE DO NOT HAVE COMMENCE, TURN OFF ALL ELECTRONIC DEVICES, WE ARE AT A NO GO STAGE, NO COMMENCE, STOP ENGINES, CALM DOWN, WE ARE AT A NO FLY, NO GO PHASE! I REPEAT, NO FLY, NO GO. NON-FLY PHASE RIGHT NOW, KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK...We...are at a no go phase...thank god" I breathed out. "Until next time...over and out."
The engines were shutting down, everything was becoming quieter than before, the miniature planes were landing in their positions...everything turned out alright.
Everyone was slightly depressed, but they were packing and de-commencing everything. Thank God...thank you...For a second I thought I was going to be cooked alive in this museum...
I took my phone out and dialed dad's number. "Dad..." I said with a sigh of relief, "what the hell happened Nick?" he asked, "are you okay? Why is the Smithsonian alive? Is Ahkmenrah there? What's going on?" he bombarded me with tons of questions, he also told me that Tilly was going to arrive in an hour...I better put a stop to whatever's happening in the other museums around here.
I told dad everything and how I stopped them, he was quite proud, and he knew what I went through because he's been through the same thing...last time he was here, he needed to save Jed and the rest of the world from being taken over by Ahk's evil brother Kahmunrah.
I'm so lucky to have trained for this type of thing. And when I mean trained, it means being immune to museums and exhibits coming alive.
"Damn, not again...this is depressing" said the half-balded man.