The last chapter of my last full Night at the Museum fanfiction...I'm sad to see it end. Stay tuned at the end for a brief message! Enjoy!

A few nights had passed since the Buxton incident. All had remained the same, the tablet even stayed where it was meant to be- but there were still flaws. One being that Octavius had remained a frog, and Cleo and Lance feared that their son would never be back to the way he was. He hopped around in the night, unaware of the life he led before. And Jewel had noticed a sudden change in her husband's behavior.

She walked around the museum, looking everywhere for Ahkmenrah. He had been quiet the past few days, thinking often and not interacting with his family. He had insisted that he was fine, and only a bit tired since their last adventure. His wife, however, had known better.

"Ahk?" she called out, turning down a long corridor," Where are you, dear?"

She walked past the abandoned Egyptian exhibit, then took a step back. The young man sat on the sarcophagus, watching the tablet. Thinking something had been wrong with the artifact, Jewel walked in. Past the guards and straight up to the tablet. In her eyes, nothing had been out of the ordinary- for the tablet, that was. She slowly took a seat next to her husband, concerned for his well being.

"Penny for your thoughts?" she asked softly.

"Juliet," Ahk started, taking her hand," I'm worried for the tablet. I know that each and every time it's been stolen, we've been able to get it back. For years, we've spent time after time in place after place, chasing this golden artifact. It's never been able to stay in one spot. My greatest fear is that, one day, we'll be gone or too old to catch up with it,and it'll be stolen for good. I know we would do anything to keep it out of harm's way but, we must face reality."

Jewel knew Ahkmenrah had been right. From New York, to DC, to London, to Berlin, to Cairo and back to the Big Apple, it was hard to keep track of. No matter the level of protection, or the spells placed upon it, the tablet would never truly be safe. She leaned closer to her worried husband, and looked into his eyes. The ones she had fallen for years before. The ones that, because of their presence, her life had been changed for good.

"I promise that we will find a way to keep it permanently safe," she swore," even if I'm old and gray, I will do what I can for that tablet. It's a part of us, and a part of our family. And nobody messes with my family.'

"You're too stubborn," he smirked, as they shared a kiss close together.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

The guards pulled away when they heard the voice. The family stood at the sides, watching the scene unravel. Rutherford came through the walkway, holding a painting at his side. Thames (now dawning a new suit) walked right beside him, and Bristol quickly followed. The night guards showed pure shock as the group stood before them.

"Mr. Gizmo!" Jewel exclaimed," What a nice surprise to see you here."

"Rutherford, ma'am," he noted," and I'm glad to be here. I would have come here sooner, but I was too busy helping my new friend, Mr Mulaney, who- along with my daughter- told me about everything that happened. All I can do is thank you for getting me out of that spell and practically saving New York City."

"Or the world," Thames pointed out," whichever sounds cooler."

At her feet, Bristol heard something croaking. She looked down to find the frog that had once been a boy of Ancient Rome. She picked him up, hearing his parents' frantic search for their changing son. She wondered how and if the spell could be broken. Without thinking, she had a (disgusting) idea. Quickly, she kissed the lips of the frog, to which she heard a groan.

"This is not like a fairy tale," the warlock quickly answered.

He pointed his wand and reversed the spell. In her arms, Bristol found the roman boy. Octavius pulled away from the girl, blushing deeply and just as red as she did.

"Fancy seeing you again," he muttered with a laugh.

The knight and the queen quickly ran over and hugged their son. Bristol smiled at the museum boy and (knowing it was not her kiss that changed him back) wanted to believe so anyways. After the admiration of his parents had faded, Octavius walked over to the young lady.

"As a thank you," he lifted his hand," Would you like a tour of the museum?"

"I would be delighted," she accepted his hand," I haven't been to this museum in a long time."

"Well, a lot has changed," he admitted as they walked out," But I can show you-"

"It reminds me of when we met," Lance sighed, an arm around Cleo," you had a sword to my throat, I tried to pursue you. Somehow, I got it to work."

"I was just as surprised as you were," she admitted with a laugh.

Meanwhile, Rutherford had been studying the group that surrounded the entry. He watched the miniatures, who parked themselves right beside his feet. The historian noticed, in the back, Rexy stomping over, dropping the bone beside Attila. Dr. Gizmo let out a laugh and ran to the night guards.

"This is incredible!" He exclaimed," I have never seen a museum like this. This tablet is the most amazing artifact I've ever seen."

"With the least security," Ahk brought up.

"Perhaps I can fix that," Thames brought up," I'll need the Egyptian Royals to come up here."

With their grandchildren in their arms, the king and queen strode into the room. They walked up to the tablet, along with Ahkmenrah. He turned to his wife, with a soft smile.

"You're royalty too," he said," you deserve to be a part of this too."

"And your father!" Meren mentioned," Where is Larry?"

At the mention of his name, Mr Daley squeezed through the crowd. He walked over to the family,honored that he had been requested by the king himself. Thames smiled as the family surrounded the tablet. He requested that they each place a hand on the artifact. The royals, children, Jewel and Larry did as told, while the warlock pointed his wand to the middle tab.

"I need the king and I to read this exact spell," he showed the book to the king.

With a nod, the two men leaned in close and looked down upon the book.

"On this night and on this day," they read,

"With the touch of the moonlight, with one thing to say

Keep this tablet safe, out of harm's way

No mere man's touch can take you away."

The glow of the tablet illuminated around the family, their eyes fixed on such a prize. After a few minutes of shimmering gold, the glow died down, and confusion swept the room. The hands went down as they studied the tablet, wondering what such a spell did.

"This spell is basically protecting the tablet," the warlock explained," Only those involved with the spell can place a hand on the tablet. Meaning that, unless one of you seven takes it down, it can't be moved from its place. I'll need a volunteer!"

Attila ran in, excited to do whatever the warlock told him. The hun was instructed to touch the tablet, which he ran to. His bare hands barely skimmed the gold before he let out a horrified scream. He pulled back his hand, feeling as though the metal burned him. He tried once more with the same result. He rubbed his hands together, and tried for the last time. Only for both hands to be burned. The family found this quite impressive. They thanked Thames several times, but he saw it as nothing.

"It was the least I could do after my cousin went off the deep end," he said," Taking the tablet? Ruling the world? It was a painting of epic, disastrous proportions."

"Speaking of paintings."

Rutherford flipped over the painting he held. It was FDR, who seemed thrilled to be in the museum. The people greeted him with warmth and pure happiness. He felt welcomed as the historian explained that (as another gift for saving him) he would be donating the painting to the museum. The night guards were more than grateful for his donation, and the former president seemed more than pleased.

"I think this calls for a celebration," Rutherford looked around the room," After we find a place for President Roosevelt, I say we party!"

The exhibits cheered as they filed out of the room. Only Ahk, Jewel and Larry stayed behind, their eyes still on the tablet.

"Who knew it was that easy?" Mr Daley questioned as they watched the golden artifact.

"It took a few years, give or take," Ahk smiled," but it's finally where it belongs."

"It's almost a shame," Jewel brought up," we won't be having another museum adventure- ever, probably. But it's for the better. We never have to worry about people taking the tablet and using it for their own benefit. If the journeys had to end, I'm glad it's with the ones I love."

The men smiled and hugged the young lady. Ahk kissed her temple and watched the tablet with pure bliss. This would be the end of museum journeys and leaving New York City, but they would always have fun when it came to their nightly job. Larry knew all of his days of protecting the artifact were coming to a close. And for this, he felt pure relief. As the three walked out of the room, they kept their eyes on the future. Raising Amen and Elsie, watching the museum grow and add new friends, and say goodbye to old ones. One day, Jewel and Ahk would come back to the museum as artifacts, and there would be a new night guard to watch over them. There would be no more Larry, or Deborah, or even Dr McPhee. Things would be forever changing- but while they still had the family and the museum and their powers, they still had love and happiness.

So, as the party went on until the morning light, the family felt comfort surrounding them and the things they loved. And no one, not even the slickest museum thief in the world, could take that away.

Thank you guys for this perfect journey. I could not have let this character blossom and these stories go on if it hadn't been for your support. I love Jewel and think she is one of my most valued OCs. Like I've said before, I will be writing one shots surrounding NATM, but I don't know when. I want to focus on another full length fanfiction- and I think I'm going with Marvel. I have a fan character (basically a child of my favorite ship) but I'm not sure if I will write one. Thank you guys, again- I'm glad I could wrap up the journey like I have right now.