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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
MEGERA's POV
"The bravest person I've ever known" said a voice, I turned to look. There stood my 'pharaoh in glittering jewels' as Tilly would put it.
"Ahk...Lance!" I gave both Ahk and Lancelot a hug, and turned back to look at Blaise's stupid face. Ahkmenrah held my hand and stepped up to protect me, though it really should be the other way around...I have magic, he does not.
"You just happen to know the exhibits?" He squeaked, "I'm pretty sure there's something more than just knowing each other between them two" said Lancelot pointing to me and Ahk.
I shot him a look.
Really? Now? Out of all the other times he could throw in a joke?
"Say sorry" said Ahk in his pharaoh voice, Blaise jumped a little.
"To whom about what?" He asked. It feels great to see him lose his nerve.
"What you did to Meg" said Ahk simply. Blaise swallowed. "You're going to have to be more specific" said Blaise with his voice shaking a little.
"Hey Ahk-"
"Not now, Jewel"
I rolled my eyes. He's just wasting time. Let me throw a fireball in his face already!
"Ahk, you're wasting time" I said, he didn't look at me, he didn't flinch or anything. He just continued to stare down Blaise.
"I'm not going to waste time on this bastard, Ahk" I said stepping forward, but he grabbed my wrist and flung me behind him.
Before I knew what was going on, Blaise was on the floor, a gold forcefield was around Ahk and I.
Lancelot flung his sword out, "don't worry, buddy. I've got your back" he said to Ahk. Blaise stood up and threw his fist at Ahk's face.
Why does everyone want to punch him?
"Oh I don't know, because they're jealous of his charms?" Said Menivia flipping her hair.
God. Shut. Up. Menivia.
Sure, I'm a new and slightly different person, I'm not Menivia, but at the same time I am...a part of her still lived in me. Talking to me, and contacting me via mind.
Lancelot made a little cut on Blaise's hand.
Way to go Lance! Teach him a lesson! Going off and seducing girls while he has a girlfriend? Nuh-uh, not going to work for the rest of the world!
Blaise then gave up and started running away. Lancelot wanted to race after him, but there was a simpler way.
I snapped my fingers and Blaise passed out. One less problem to worry about.
"Or...you could do that" said Lancelot with a slightly defeated tone. "Now that we've got him out the way" said Ahk pulling me closer to him, he put his hands on my waist and placed his lips on mine. I allowed myself melt in his arms. I flung my arms around his neck, as he tugged me closer to him, so that my stomach was touching his.
I can barely remember the last time I kissed him. Wait, no, memory triggered. Okay, I remember.
"Get a room" said Lancelot turning away, "stop making me jealous, Ahkmenrah. You know I haven't given up the search of Guinevere, and I will find her!" He said, refusing to face me and Ahk. I smiled at Lancelot - though he couldn't see me. No wonder they made a figure of him, he displayed so many good qualities a man should have.
Something caught me eye. A bright shade of red was shining, and reflecting off Ahk's jewels. I looked at the tablet.
"Ahk..." I said softly, my eyes widened at the sight.
The tablet usually had a faint beautiful glow of gold...now, it was glowing blood red...
Ahkmenrah took a closer look at the tablet, he then touched the centre piece... And fainted.
I screamed.
Lancelot also lost his balance, his armor clashing onto the floor.
"Holy shit..." I murmured to myself. I picked up the tablet, it felt heavier than usual, and the straight lines that separated the uhh...buttons were no longer neat and straight.
Before the tablet would look as it held everything together. Now it looked a mess...like, the tablet would fall into 3 separate pieces if one didn't use tape to hold it together...it was much fragile than before...and it didn't look like a whole, as if it was divided.
NICK's POV
Okay...normally the tablet brings the dead stuff around them to life...or something.
Ahk couldn't be here...could he? It isn't possible. Well...it is...but no.
He's in Britain. Wake up Nick.
I mentally slapped myself.
Stay awake. A second later my phone rang...
"Nick!" It was Tilly.
"Hey! Please help me out, I'm half freaking out...I think the Smithsonian's gonna explode. AGAIN" I said with my voice cracking a little. "Maybe phone Mcphee and see what he can do to help? Like close down the Smithsonian for a day or something because the wax figures might kill!"
"Nick! I'm in a cab, to the Smithsonian please," she said, "Mcphee's fired!" She cried.
McPhee? Fired? Not possible. He's one of the best, one of the top museum directors in the world! He can't be...fired.
"No..." I said disbelievingly, "yeeeeees. Y-E-S" said Tilly, spelling out the word 'yes'. "That's not true!" I said banging on the door, trying to get in. "Nick, I think I would know for sure that Mcphee's been fired, because HE TOLD ME SO"
"HOW DO I GET IN?" I yelled into the phone, how come this door is locked and the one to the air and space museum isn't? "How would I know? I've never been there!" Said Tilly, "thanks, my man. Keep the change." I heard her say, "I'm here, at the Smithsonian mall, where the bloody hell are you?" She asked. "I'm...uh...huh...in front of the American Indian Museum...where indians are trying to get out...but they cant...door's locked" I replied, "okay..." answered Tilly awkwardly. "And guess what? They're trying to kill each other" I said rather calmly.
"THEY WHAT?" Cried Tilly through the phone.
Yes, I know. I'm not helping. But IM PANICKING AND I'VE NEVER BEEN HERE!? I know I stopped the exhibits from launching, but it doesn't mean I can stop the FREAKING AMERICAN INDIANS FROM TRYING TO KILL EACH OTHER, WHO KNOWS WHAT ELSE IS TRYING TO MURDER ONE ANOTHER?
"I'm at the african art museum, I see the building" she said, "okay, come quickly cause one of them has got another cornered" I said peering in.
After about 5 minutes if reporting what was going on inside as I stared from the other side of the glass door, Tilly finally arrived, covered in sweat.
"NICK" she said, "YOU'LL BE THE DEATH OF ME"
She swiped her card and surprisingly, it let her in. "OKAY OKAY, WHATS THE BUZZ?" she cried. The wax american indians turned to look, Tilly had distracted them, which gave the american indian that was cornered a chance to run.
The chief - I believe, since he's got the big feathery headress, spoke to us in a language we didn't really understand.
If only Sacagawea was here, she'd probably be able to help us.
Tilly raised an eyebrow, "ching-chong-ling-long-ding-dong?" she replied with a shrug. I face-palmed. "I think the most crucial part is that they don't go out, they'll turn into dust." I suggested, "and that they don't 'kill' their fellow exhibits." I added.
The Indians seemed to have understood what I said, and went back to their positions...weird...Tilly and I exchanged glances, but shrugged it off. After all, they've been hearing the guests speak english, surely they can understand it...Like how Ahk did in Cambridge.
Larry's POV
"So...you sent in your students...to be the night guards of the Louvre?" I asked with an eyebrow raised, Ross only shrugged. "They were supposed to be here to work with professional Egyptologists and historians but...they had an urgent call...said they found another artifact" I nodded.
I wondered what their reaction was when everything came to life...because...tablet?
"Speaking of which, don't you think you should go and check on your students? I mean...they might be messing around in the museum, they might break stuff" or the stuff might break them, physically, emotionally and mentally. I won't be surprised if some pissed their pants, or cried for their parents...or even went to the doctor straight away. "I trust them" was Ross's answer.
"But I don't" I said. A cab pulled over, Ross and I got on. "To the Louvre, s'il vous plaît" I said. It came out a little weird with my american accent and all... The driver nodded and drove us over to the Louvre.
"You actually think 20 year olds would mess with the exhibits?" asked Ross, I only shrugged. "Nick does" I answered simply. Nick didn't change much (mentally anyway), he's still got that 10 year old self in him, he's only 20 when he's around friends and his mom, not to mention Don. But with the exhibits and I? He's that 10 year old who found everything fascinating. That kid who's eyes would lit up when the museum came alive. That kid with curly hair, holding the tablet away from the thieves. That kid, who Ahkmenrah took care of like his own brother.
He did teach him well. Ahk has had a great impact on Nick's life. He technically shaped him, teaching him the manners royalty needed to know and learn, teaching him to be a gentlemen, teaching him to take care of the weaker ones, teaching him to love.
He's basically like Nick's un-biological brother.
"I think they'll be fine, Larry! They're my students! Not yours!" Ross chuckled, "plus, Meg's there to keep things under control, should be fine" said Ross shrugging. Keep telling yourself that Ross...If Ahkmenrah's there, I'm pretty sure Meg wouldn't do anything.
Plus, from what I just saw - the tablet glowing red, another boy interfering with Meg and Ahk's relationship, there may be several broken noses and exhibits we need to fix.
When we got there, what I saw shocked me...
The glass pyramid...was glowing blood red, with purple vein like glowing essence surrounding it...What is going on?
"Huh...i didn't know they had a light show here" said Ross shrugging. Hoe can he stay so calm? "Larry, why do you look so surprised? Shocked even?" he asked, "because the pyramid doesn't glow red, Ross...it never has before..." I said with mu mouth forming an 'O'. Ross pat me on the back, "it's just the kids messing about, you were right Larry, can't trust them yet!"