Disclaimer: I wish I wish I wish I was a fish! ...I don't know why. I don't own this, either.

-Full- Summary: Things are not well at the museum when a new exhibit arrives. With a new artifact comes new curses, new magic, and new friends. At first, things are great, and the museum is more popular then ever! But suddenly things take a turn for the worst when three all-powerful ancient Egyptian gods get involved, wanting revenge on mankind.

Now it's up to Larry and the gang to stop these misfit deities from taking out everything and everyone in their path, all before sunrise!

A/n: I can't help but get the feeling that Viola is turning into a Mary Sue...if she becomes a MS, please please PLEASE tell me! The last thing I need to do right now is continue a story that involves a Mary Sue. -shudder-

His eyes upon your face,

His hand upon your hand,

His lips caress your skin,

It's more than I can stand!

Why does my heart cry?

Feelings I can't fight,

You're free to leave me,

But just don't deceive me

And please,

Believe me when I say,

I love you.

-El Tango De Roxanne, Moulin Rouge (Ewin McGregor)

Viola really didn't know where she was going; she just knew that she had to get away. Nervous and panic stricken, the girl nearly tripped a multitude of times while fleeing the museum's lobby. She ran down a series of random hallways before finally having to stop due to lack of air.

She put her hand on her chest and took deep breaths, but that didn't help her hyperventilation. It also didn't help her situation.

Jessie and Ahkmenrah, both together in the same room, probably having the same conversation: talking about her. It wasn't like Viola cared that much, because she didn't, but...The way Ahk looked at her after Jessie's kiss...

Viola didn't quite understand her feelings for the Pharaoh. She cared for him, that much she knew. Her past life obviously had a thing for him. She obviously had a thing for him. And it wasn't like Ahk wasn't a great guy or anything, because he was beyond great. He was amazing. Hell, he was perfect.

It was just Jessie. There had been no Egyptian-Past-Life version of Jessie, or at least not that Viola knew of. Jessie was also great, and clearly showed interest in her as well. And Jessie was hilarious, hot, and not an ancient Pharaoh who would turn to dust if he ever left the museum at sunrise—

"Okay, now I'm just being mean," Viola breathed to herself. She finally had gotten her breath back, but that didn't help her other problems. She wondered if she could just hide somewhere the rest of the night until sunrise or until Jessie left. Sighing and raking her fingers though her hair, Viola looked around the hallway. It was a dead end, with nothing else in it but a few glass displays and an elevator.

Deciding to take her second option, Viola walked over to the elevator and pressed the button. Almost instantly, the doors opened with a ding. There was already a middle-aged man inside, so she nodded to him as she stepped in the machine. The doors closed and Viola didn't even bother to hit a button to indicate what floor she wanted to go to—she couldn't care less. She would just go wherever the hell this guy was going.

Viola leaned against the far side of the elevator's wall as it began to move, closing her eyes for a moment. In doing this, she missed how the lights flickered. The elevator suddenly jerked to a stop, and Viola's eyes snapped open.

"What the—? D-did this just stop?" she asked the man. He didn't respond, and seemed to stare off into space.

The lights in the elevator went dark, and Viola gasped. After being chased down by monsters and gods from the Underworld, dying in an elevator seemed like a pretty crappy way to go. Viola hid her face in her hands, wondering what else could go wrong.

After such a horrific day, Viola felt like she was at her breaking point. She took a deep breath, and let a single sob escape when she exhaled. She was surprised to find herself crying in an elevator in a museum that happened to hold her confused boyfriend of the present and her shocked love of the past.

Wait.

Love of the past?

Viola's brain seemed to get caught on the thought of 'Ahkmenrah' and 'love' being in the same sentence. Had she truly loved him? Was she still in love with him?

Her confusion only made her cry harder, and it certainly didn't help her situation. She jumped a little when arms wrapped around her waist and shoulders, pulling her against a very familiar chest.

"Hey...Hey...It's okay, Vi," Jessie murmured in her ear as she cried against his shoulder. "It's alright. Everything is going to be alright."

Viola sniffled and wanted to ask him how he knew that. She wanted to ask him how he could possibly think that things would be okay after all the things she had screwed up.

She wanted to ask him how he got in the elevator when it was still stuck.

Something in Viola's brain snapped, and she quickly pushed away from 'Jessie', backing up until she hit the elevator's wall. Her eyes had adjusted by now, and whoever that person was looked like Jessie, but that other middle aged guy was gone.

The words shape-shifter echoed in her mind seconds before something strange happened. Jessie smirked, and his skin began to ripple, starting with his head and going down to his toes. In the darkness, she watched as Jessie's dark hair began to turn lighter and lighter from the roots down to the tips until it eventually turned blonde. He blinked his eyes and they turned from blue to a stunning green. His angles of his face became sharper, his body became taller and leaner, but the smirk on his lips stayed the same.

Viola stared; appalled that she had just watched her boyfriend turn into a very real and very sinister looking Norse god.

She screamed.

Rebecca slid to a halt in front of the elevator's doors, Nick and Ahkmenrah following suit.

"Here," she said, tossing her flashlight to Ahk, who caught it with fumbling hands. He looked at it quizzically for a moment before shining the beam in his face. He blinked rapidly and shook his head, somewhat resembling a dazed cat that just got hit with a splash of water. Normally, Rebecca would have laughed at him being so naïve, but with someone stuck in an elevator, laughing could wait.

Rebecca rushed over to a crowbar inside of a glass case, which stated on it to break in case of emergency. If this isn't an emergency, than I don't know what is, Rebecca thought to herself as she took of her shoe. She smashed the glass with the heel of her shoe and tried not to think about how McPhee would most likely kill her later for doing such a thing.

Grabbing the metal out of the case, she hobbled back over to elevator, her shoe still in her hand.

"Hello? Can you hear us in there?" asked Nick, cupping his hands around his mouth in order to send his voice as loud as it could go into the elevator.

"Viola?" called Ahk.

There was a moment where no one said anything. They all stood there in silence, listening, waiting.

Then came the sheik of, "HELP!"

"Hi, sweetie." Loki greeted her like they were old friends. Or, better yet, friends at all. Viola backed away from him until her back hit the wall of the elevator. "I'm afraid yelling can't help."

"Get away from me," said Viola, her voice breathy, trying to put as much distance from her and the god as she possibly could.

"Well someone is certainly PMSing," Loki said, rolling his eyes.

"You set a dragon on me!"

"You said that I didn't exist. That hurt. That hurt right here," Loki's face pulled into a pained expression, putting his hand over his heart.

"Okay, fine, you exist!" cried Viola bitterly, throwing her hands up in the air. "Big deal! Are you happy now?"

"Almost," Loki practically purred, eyeing her like a lion would a gazelle. "I still need you to do something for me."

"And what would that be?" Viola asked, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

A voice called, "Viola?" It was slightly muffled, and it clearly came from outside the elevator.

"GET ME OUT OF HERE!" Viola shouted back, and Loki scoffed.

"Oh please, I'm not that terrible."

"Have you looked in a mirror, lately?"

Loki grinned. "Touché. But back to what I want. If you do it, I swear on Baldur's grave that I won't ever bother you or your pretty Egyptian robe boy ever again."

Viola narrowed her eyes. "You're the god of lying," she stated.

"True, but I don't lie when it comes to deals. Mostly."

Viola still looked at him warily. She did like the idea of never seeing his face again. But knowing Loki and his ways of making his point of being real valid, she didn't even want to know what he would do if she said no to a proposition.

"What do you want?" she asked hesitantly. She would see what he wanted first, but not actually say the word, "no".

"I want you," said Loki, leaning forward towards her so that she could feel his moist breath ghosting across her face, "to say yes to Jessie."

Viola blinked and her brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"He's going to ask you something, and when he does, I want you to say yes."

"That's it?"

Loki nodded and leaned away. "That's it."

"What if I say no?" asked Viola.

"Don't say no," replied Loki quickly.

"But what if I do?"

Suddenly, Viola was slammed up against the elevator wall, the god's hand closing around her throat, her feet dangling helplessly as she was lifted up off the floor. Viola's hands automatically wrapped around Loki's wrist, but the blonde's grip was like iron. He leaned in close to her face, their noses brushing. His eyes were hellish and glowing.

"I can be very scary, little girl," hissed Loki. "You don't just become a god of chaos by wishing it to happen. I have done things to people that you cannot begin to imagine. I have been places that no other living creature has dared to go before. You. Will. Not. Say. No." During the last sentence, he shook her with each word.

The elevator jerked, and the doors were being pushed open by a hydraulic jack. Loki vanished in a puff of green smoke and Viola collapsed to the floor, coughing and gasping for air. When the doors had been pried far enough for a person to get through, Ahkmenrah ran forward and knelt down next to her.

"Viola, are you alright?" he demanded, taking her face in his hands. She coughed again and another sob ripped through her. She pushed past his hands and buried her face in his chest. Ahkmenrah, as if on instinct, wrapped his arms around her and picked her up off the floor.

"Ahk, is she alright?" asked Nick as the Egyptian carried her out of the elevator.

"I…I'm fine," whispered Viola, her voice shaky and muffed due to being held by Ahkmenrah.

"What happened?" asked Rebecca.

"Nothing, I just got shaken up," replied Viola in the same tone.

There were four loud CRACKS.

"Why did it stop?" wondered Ma'at aloud. Thoth examined the elevator's keypad.

"It seems to be working functionally," he said.

Horus ducked under the jack and stood in the elevator. He grinned and started jumping up and down. "Well it is fine now!" he informed them.

"Get out of there, you idiot!" snapped Anubis.

"Come and get me, Death!"

Anubis huffed in frustration and joined his brother in the elevator. Thoth squinted, and a small spark of electricity shot out from the tip of his finger and went into the keypad. Immediately, all of the lights in the museum flickered on. The elevator rumbled, and Horus stopped jumping long enough to share a wide-eyed look with Anubis before the doors slammed shut, crushing the jack. Viola heard the cable snap, and it sent the elevator—godly brothers and all—plummeting down the shaft until crashing loudly at the bottom.

"Holy crap!" cried Rebecca. "Thank God you weren't on that, Viola!"

"Ow!" Viola heard Horus shout.

"Get your foot off my back!"

"Dude, that's your foot."

Viola heard Anubis groan and Ma'at sighed. "I'll go get them out," she said warily, and walked out of the room.

"Wait, dear, be careful!" Thoth called, striding after her.

"N'aww, they love each other," Viola muttered into Ahk's shoulder. He smiled and Nick asked, "Who does?"

"Nick, go get Larry," commanded Rebecca. "Ahk, put Viola down, I'll take her home."

Viola felt the Pharaoh's arms tighten around her. She almost smiled, had she not been brutally threatened by a Norse god only a few moments ago.

"I'd like to escort her to the car," said Ahk firmly. "Please," he added as an afterthought.

Rebecca looked at the once-dead-but-alive-again Pharaoh, at the somewhat trembling girl in his arms, and finally at the now-broken elevator and sighed.

"Fine," she said, giving up. "C'mon."

Jessie, like the rest to the museum occupants, had heard the loud crash and had rushed to see what it was. Realizing that it was the elevator and that the cord had snapped, he immediately focused his attention to find Viola. Knowing her, she would have been somewhere near the accident and broken her leg or something.

He was shocked to find her not on a stretcher, but in the arms of that gay Pharaoh impersonator. The guy was talking to her, whispering something in her ear that made her giggle. Jessie forced himself not to become jealous over this display, because hey, after all he was gay!

Right?

Right.

"Viola, thank God you're alright," said Jessie, coming over to them, stopping the Pharaoh guy in his tracks. A dark expression crossed the false-Egyptian's face and he stiffened. Jessie might have imagined it, but it looked like Viola did, too.

"Jessie, hey, I'm alright," she said.

"What happened? Where did you go?"

"I…I was on that elevator that crashed, but Ahk got me out," she said.

"Dude, you just became even more awesome," said Jessie, grinning and clapping the guy on the shoulder. It was like hitting a rock. This guy was ripped.

"Rebecca is waiting," the impersonator said, almost testily.

"Who?" asked Jessie.

"I'm kind of shaken up," Viola admitted. "She works for the museum. She's agreed to take me home. I'm sorry this didn't work out like you'd hoped." Her voice sounded small. Jessie looked her over—her face was paler than normal, and she was shaking slightly. He waved his hand in the air, dismissing the thought.

"Nah, it's okay. I hear After-Near-Death-Caused-By-An-Elevator sickness is an epidemic," said Jessie, winking at her and Viola giggled. "Besides, I gotta go find Rose. Somebody has to keep track of her, right?"

"Yeah. Okay, I'll see you later, than I guess," called Viola, who was already being swept away by the fake-Pharaoh.

"Ahk, c'mon, he's not that bad."

"Viola, honestly, how can you be with him?"

Viola frowned, watching as the Pharaoh kicked the door to the back loading dock open. That was where Rebecca had parked for the night.

"I like him," she admitted weakly. She felt Ahkmenrah stiffen underneath her before she added, "But I like you, too."

"In my time, it was men who were with more than one woman. It is in my understanding that that is not the same now," said Ahk, his voice soft yet firm. Viola might have been imagining it, but it sounded like there was some pain laced in it as well.

"I…I'm having a hard time deciding," she muttered. The Pharaoh had reached Rebecca's car and gently stood her up next to the passenger's door. She was surprised by how much she missed the warmth that his body had given off.

"What can I do?" he demanded softly. "What can I do to make you mine?"

"Ahk…" she trailed off, looking down. It wasn't fair to him that her stupid heart couldn't choose between him and Jessie. "I—"

And suddenly, his lips were on hers and she lost her train of thought. His lips were soft, warm, and so welcoming that Viola gave in almost immediately to his kiss. Their tongue's tangled together, and Viola let out a soft moan. The kiss turned heated, and Viola felt a warm feeling begin to blossom in the pit of her stomach.

She wound her arms around the Egyptian's neck. Viola pushed his crown off of his head, and it clattered to the ground. Neither of them noticed. Viola weaved her fingers into the Egyptian's curly hair and tugged gently, causing a deep groan to rip itself from the back of Ahkmenrah's throat.

"Okay, you two, break it up!"

Viola tore herself away from Ahkmenrah, gasping and flushed. She glanced at Rebecca, and then looked back up at the Pharaoh. He was panting, his lips were red and swollen, his pupils dilated and so lust blown that Viola was almost shocked by the pure raw emotion that she saw in his eyes.

Rebecca hit the unlock button to her car and it beeped. Viola jumped slightly, not realizing that she had been pressed up against the car's passenger door a second ago.

"C'mon, time to go," Rebecca prompted again, opening the driver's side door and got in. She started the car, and Viola put her hands on Ahk's chest to push him away.

"I have to go," she said.

"Come back," he said.

"I will," she promised.

Rebecca honked her horn.

"Goodnight," said Viola, and she quickly stood on her toes to quickly kiss him goodbye before getting in the car.

Ahkmenrah watched as Rebecca pulled out into the street, and he felt his heart clench at the thought of Viola leaving him once again.

But she would return. She promised.

The Pharaoh repeated this thought over in his head, smiling slightly to himself as he picked his crown up off the ground and headed inside the museum, eager for the next few nights to come.

A/n: I finally got this done. I finally got this done! :D I promise I'll update this faster. I'm going to try to devote one hour a day to writing fanfiction now, so hopefully this story will get a move on! Review please, if you're still out there reading this!