*a cloud of dust, followed by a severe coughing fit is heard. A dust-covered Author crawls out of a grave.*

Well Hi, everyone…I'm Daisy. You may have once known me as Daisymall13. I used to write Fanfiction all of the time until I lost "the touch."
After the most recent Night at the Museum, something apparently woke up inside me and I have been writing like a lunatic for sixteen hours now.

I'm actually a little nervous posting this- and I apologise if it seems rusty.

I hope you enjoy- please, let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Larry whistled to himself as he locked the gate to the Hall of Mammals. So far it had been a good night- the miniatures were gathered around the computer, while Jed and Octavius argued over what YouTube videos they wanted to watch. The Huns and the Neanderthals were playing some form of soccer, and Dexter was with Columbus, having recently taken an interest in the explorer. So far, the only museum occupants he hadn't seen were Teddy and Ahkmenrah.

Larry paused, flicking through the list of changes that had recently been made to the Museum. Not much had been changed- A few new animals had been added to the Africa display (settling the meerkats in had been QUITE an adventure), a couple of additions to the amphibian display, and some artifacts and artworks to the Egypt display.

"Lawrence!" A voice cried out, making him jump. He grinned when he spotted the 26th President of the United States making his way over to join him. "You seem to be in excellent spirits tonight!" Teddy remarked.

"I am, Teddy- thanks for noticing." He replied, smiling as his friend stopped in front of him. "Hey, I hear there were some new additions to the Egypt display. I'm just about to head over there now- feel like checking them out?"

"I'd be honored, Lawrence. Perhaps if we are lucky our young Pharaoh will be able to teach us a few things!" He called in reply, falling into step with the Night Guard. Larry nodded,

"Speaking of Ahk- what do you know about him, Teddy? I mean, apart from the whole golden tablet, magic stuff."

"I regret to say I do not know much at all, Lawrence. I assume I know as much as you- after all, I have only known him for as long as you have." Teddy replied.

"Yeah, about that- I've been meaning to ask you something. Why did you leave him locked up for all that time?" Larry glanced over at the President as Teddy winced, and reached up to fix his glasses.

"I'm afraid Lawrence that it all comes down to fear of the unknown." Teddy looked away as he spoke, avoiding eye contact.

"When we first came to life, we were all confused. One of the night watchmen at the time identified the source of it all on the second night- the Tablet of Ahkmenrah. We knew the tablet was powerful…We could only imagine how powerful the owner of it would be. We considered letting him out once or twice, but overall we decided that it was far too dangerous. I am afraid we misjudged the situation." He explained as they stopped to close one of the gates. The Night Guard frowned, looking troubled.

"It's like nobody around here knows him, Teddy." Larry sighed, as he locked the gate. "I've been here for a year, and I still don't know much about him at all."

"Well perhaps, dear Laurence, we should talk to him- learn who he really is. I-" Teddy's voice trailed off as they entered the hall to the Egyptian display.

Standing near the window, was Ahkmenrah. Even from a distance, it was clear to both Larry and Teddy that something was not right. The alert Pharaoh stood with his back to them both, seemingly not hearing their approach.

He stood tall, his posture radiating tension. His head was slightly tilted to the side, and as the pair approached they could see the usually relaxed Pharaoh was clenching his jaw. What concerned Larry the most, however, was not the Pharaoh's stiff posture.

It was the knife he was holding in front of him, one hand wrapped around the hilt, the other tracing a faint engraving on the blade itself. The light from the moon outside seemed to shimmer around the Pharaoh. A shiver involuntarily ran down Larry's spine.

"Hey, Ahk…I see you've found a knife there. Is it… is it new?" Larry asked hesitantly. The young pharaoh held the knife high, examining it in the light.

The Pharaoh didn't respond, his attention completely focused on the weapon in his hand.

"Ahkmenrah?" Teddy called out gently, hoping to get his attention. "Why don't you put the knife down, Son." He gently suggested, stepping forward to place a hand on the Egyptian's shoulder.

The Pharaoh seemed to react on instinct. One moment he was standing still, the next he spun around, the knife flashing in the moonlight as he pushed Teddy away with a strength none of the museum occupants had encountered before. Larry jumped forward, just in time to catch the President before he hit the ground. He looked up in time to see the Pharaoh step towards them, eyes wide. From panic, fear, or something else- Larry couldn't tell. He shifted himself slightly, putting himself between Teddy and Ahkmenrah as he reached for his flashlight. The Pharaoh paused in his approach, a hurt look on his face.

"Larry, I-"

"Hey Ahk? I don't know what's going on with you right now, but I'm gonna ask you to put that knife down before we speak, Okay?" Larry cut him off, his eyes glancing between the knife and the young Pharaoh's face. Ahkmenrah frowned, before looking down at the knife in his hand.

"Oh, of course." He murmured, twirling the knife delicately. After what seemed like an age, the Pharaoh seemed to slump slightly as the knife clattered to the floor.

"Larry, I apologise. I did not-" He began, but was cut off as Larry raised a hand to silence him.

"We'll discuss this later." Larry told him, turning his attention to Teddy. The President was sitting up, examining a rip along his stomach. "Teddy, are you okay?" He asked, reaching out to take a closer look.

"I'm fine, Lawrence- nothing a bit of hot wax can't fix. And a sewing needle, of course." He grunted in reply. Larry hummed in response, inspecting the wound itself. The cut was quite deep, and Larry winced at the sight of it. "It seems the Pharaoh is far more skilled in combat than we think." He added, grinning slightly.

"I am terribly sorry, Teddy- please, forgive me." The Pharaoh called out, a trace of fear in his voice. Larry glanced over his shoulder and saw that Ahkmenrah was yet to move from where he had been standing. Larry eyed him, taking in the appearance of the usually calm and composed Egyptian. He was biting his lip, his shoulders hunched forward slightly. He held one hand as if reaching out while the other lay across his stomach as if he himself could feel the wound. As Larry watched the Egyptians eyes seemed to dart away, looking towards the safety of his sarcophagus and Jackal Guards.

To Larry, Ahkmenrah had never seemed so young. He sighed, rubbing his hand over his face before standing.

"I'm going to take Teddy to Sacagawea so we can fix him up. I want you to stay here, Ahkmenrah. I'll be back to discuss this as soon as I can." Larry finally announced, slowly helping Teddy to his feet. Ahkmenrah nodded, lowering his gaze to the floor. The President smiled gently at the Pharaoh as he leaned against the night guard.

"It's alright, Ahkmenrah. This is simply a flesh wound- so to speak. I forgive you." He reassured him. The Egyptian looked up slightly, making eye contact with Teddy. Finding himself unable to speak he instead placed his right hand over his chest, bowing his head in reply. Before either Teddy or Larry could react the Egyptian turned, sweeping his golden cloak over his shoulders as he made his way to the sarcophagus, head held high. As one, Larry and Teddy sighed, before turning to walk back the way they came.

"C'mon, Teddy- the sooner we get you to Sacagawea, the sooner we can figure out what the heck is wrong with Ahk. Something's up, and if it means he's going to attack anyone that sneaks up on him-" Larry paused, unsure how to continue.

"You must not be too harsh on him, Lawrence. He is after all, just a boy. I don't believe he attacked me on purpose." Teddy sighed, wincing as they began their descent down the stairs.

"Accident or not, if that had been Attila, the Huns would be out for revenge. If it had been myself I would have been badly injured….And if it had been Nicky…" Larry trailed off, shuddering at the idea. He was suddenly glad Nicky had been grounded by his mom.

"My point is," he continued, "if this happens again someone could end up getting hurt real bad- Including Ahkmenrah." He finished, as they reached the main hall. As if sensing them from across the Hall Sacagawea looked over, her eyes widening when she saw Teddy. Larry motioned for her to join them as he helped Teddy to sit down.

Suddenly, the sound of a metal gate slamming shut seemed to shake the entire museum, silencing the general murmur that filled the building at night. Everyone, including Rex, paused to look up the stairs.

Teddy and Larry looked at each other, and it was clear to the Night Guard that the President was worried.

"Go, Lawrence. I fear something is very wrong with our Egyptian friend."

Oh dear, what could it be?!

Please let me know what you think! Reviews will help keep me going! (And here we are in 2020, editing and updating…)

~Daisy