Author's Note: I just want to clarify that I do not own 'The Mummy' or 'The Mummy Returns', along with any of their characters. I did, however, invent any new characters introduced to this storyline such as Femi Reynolds, Carter Reynolds, and any other's who you do not recognise from the movies. I created this storyline, also, so don't go accusing me of stealing . Right, so, now that the boring announcement is out of the way, let's get on with the damn thing! Rawr!

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All was quiet inside London's Museum Of Antiquities; not even the clock ticked loud enough for anyone to hear. The dark night blackened out the windows, which only made the glowing lights seem all the more eerie inside the mysterious building. In the mysterious silence, all of the artefacts such as the mummified skeletons and cased weapons and vases were given the impression of life. Although this Museum wasn't the highest rated in London, seeing as it was far out on the edge of the Central area near the country lands, it was still full of surprising ancient collections.

If anyone had been standing there, at that very moment, they would have felt the presence of the past, no doubt. However, all the silence of the Museum was broken as a high-pitched, girly giggle sounded out...

"Sssshhhh! You're going to get us caught, my lovely." A man chuckled.

The girl giggled back, quieter this time, and two figures jogged through the doorway into the next room of the museum. One of them was a man in his early twenties with dark-brown hair, wearing brown trousers, a white shirt and a dark-blue blazer. He was holding the hands of a rather pretty redheaded girl who was wearing a black sparkling dress which revealed a lot more flesh than a normal day-time dress would. These two had clearly been out in the City for the earlier hours of the night.

The girl looked around at the artefacts with an excited, amused smile upon her face. The blonde man led her through an archway with hieroglyphics carved into it and then spun her round to him, causing her to yelp another giggle. He chuckled softly and walked her back in between two shelves until she was pressed up against the wall.

"Mmmm... now, where were we?" The man asked.

She girl smiled and snaked her arms over his shoulders "I think... just here."

They both smiled and started kissing each other hungrily. As their hands began roaming upon each other's bodies, the blonde-haired man picked her up around her waste and walked her over to the back of the dark, little room they had entered. He walked a few paces and then suddenly stopped, and lowered the girl down upon her back into a sarcophagus that obviously wasn't being used. She girl laughed against his lips and gladly laid herself down, bringing him on top with her. Meanwhile, as the two of them began to explore each other's bodies once more, a new light entered on the other side of the room.

It came from an oil-lamp, held by an attractive young girl who seemed to be around the age of nineteen. She had dark-brown hair that fell into elegant curls down to the middle of her well-postured back, and she had golden hazel eyes that stood out like diamonds in the darkness. She wore a black vest which had attractive zigzag patterns upon it and a little grey cardigan with tight, black trousers and leather knee-high boots. Although she wasn't wearing the typical clothing of a woman, she still looked remarkably feminine in all aspects, most particularly her figure.

She narrowed her eyes in suspicion and began slowly walking across the room, looking around as though searching for something. She heard a short moan and froze in her tracks; she knew they were here somewhere. Holding her oil-lamp up a little higher, she turned around the sarcophagus which had a mummified skeleton inside of it and spotted the archway not far away.

"Right..." She snapped under her breath.

A girly giggle called out from the darkness of the archway and, with a determined crease in her smooth brown, she tiptoed over to it. Once there, she could hear the definite sounds of heavy breathing and pleasured moans and whimpers. She rolled her eyes and stepped into the little room to find, as she had expected, her older brother 'socialising' with another woman. Little did she foresee that he would be lying in one of the Museum's precious property!

"Carter Howard Reynolds!" She gasped angrily.

Carter and the woman underneath him jumped in surprise and, as Carter quickly scrambled out of the sarcophagus, the woman followed behind him with a bit of struggle. She almost fell out of the bed, but Carter caught her just in time before she managed to hit the ground.

"Oh!... F-femi-doodle, lovey... sweetness!" Carter chuckled nervously.

Femi narrowed her eyes and gave a shake of her head "Don't try to blandish me with your puerile appellations, Carter - I've caught you red-handed!"

The woman next to him froze in shock and, stroking down her hair neatly, looked over at Carter "Um... am I missing something here?"

Femi looked at the girl and sighed angrily "Do you know who this man is?"

"Carter Reynolds..." She replied in confusion.

Femi nodded "Exactly. Carter Reynolds. The world's largest contumacious, indolent, ignoramus."

"Oh come on, Femi, you know I"-

"Don't" Femi snapped "Get her out of here."

The redheaded woman frowned in offence and Carter wrapped his arm around her "Come on." He grunted.

Femi stepped aside to let Carter and the woman pass and then gave another tired, annoyed sigh to herself. The woman looked up at Carter in suspicion and raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you said you didn't have a girlfriend..." She snapped.

Carter stared ahead in annoyance "I don't... she's my sister."

Femi walked out of the dark, little room and slowly followed on behind her brother and his new female friend. It was so typical of him to do something like that. Femi wasn't even sure why she was so angry; she should have been used to his selfish ways by now. Although she loved him dearly and knew he had a soft, genuine side to him, she still disliked how mischievous he was.

They all walked out into the entrance hall where the ceiling was in the shape of a magnificent dome and had paintings of the universe upon it and a large staircase moved up onto the next level at the back of it. They all walked past the bottom of the stairway and Carter opened the doors to walk down the few concrete steps which lead to the cobbled parking area. Femi stood at the top of the steps and, one hand crossed in front of her stomach and the other holding her oil-lamp, watched Carter wave his hand to a taxis that was sitting across the parking lot; it was obviously the taxi that they had been driven to the Museum in.

The taxi started up and slowly drove round to stop in front of Carter and the lady, and Carter kissed her sweetly on the lips. Femi rolled her eyes at this and shook her head in annoyance. How many times had she seen Carter play these games? Millions. Carter opened the car door for her and then shut it after she had gotten it, and she waved reluctantly to him. Femi could tell that she really liked him. Oh, how she despised her brother for what that poor girl was going to feel when she realised he was never going to call her or see her again.

Carter stepped away from the taxi and didn't stop waving until it drove around the corner and off up the road, out of sight. He lowered his hand with a heavy sigh and, slipping his hands into his trouser pockets, stared at the road in silence for a few minutes. Femi waited impatiently for him to turn around or say something, but he didn't.

"We have a serious problem here, Carter." She spoke out.

Carter turned his head to the side slightly "I know - that grey cardigan really doesn't go with that vest... Have you tried maroon? I think it would bring out your eyes perfec"-

"Carter!" Femi snapped irritably.

Carter closed his eyes in apprehension; he knew he was about to get a never-ending scolding from his younger sister. And so, he opened his eyes and turned around with a look of exhausted carelessness written across his handsome face. Femi paused for a second with her lips parted and observed her brother's countenance; he often resembled their mother in so many ways, catching her off-guard.

"Go on then - beat me black and blue with your bloody outrageous vocabulary." Carter sighed, and then began walking up the steps towards her.

Femi snapped back into her angry self and, ignoring his comment, turned and walked back into the Museum behind him "Carter - it's iniquitous enough as it is that you treat women the way you do - but to bring your ignominious affairs into the middle of my career?! - It's atrocious!" She gasped.

Carter rolled his eyes and shook his head "Come on, love, you know I'm not a player... I'm just trying to... find that special someone."

Femi snorted angrily "Call me delusional, but I always deliberated that the proper way of finding your one true love was not by stealing women's hearts and then leaving them to wallow in melancholy for the rest of their lives!"

Carter snickered and walked past the stairway and back into one of the display rooms. Femi quickened her pace and, setting her oil-lamp down on an ancient table, skidded round upon her brother and blocked his path. She held her finger up at him commandingly and he leant back with a raised eyebrow.

"Women have feelings, Carter, believe it or not... I won't have you setting yourself a reputation like this - you're not that big buffoon, Benjamin... You're Carter. My brother." She snapped.

Carter rolled his eyes "Why do you always refer to my friend when I do something wrong?"

"Because whenever you do do something wrong, you seem to do it in an exact impersonation of him!" She snapped "This has got to stop!... Do you think mummy would be pleased with the way you are if she was still here? Hmm?"

Carter narrowed his eyes and pushed her hand away "Don't talk down to me - I'm the oldest here, and I can live my life any way I like. And not in the same way as my friends."

Femi folded her arms across her chest "Not when you bring it into my life, you can't."

Carter snorted in defeat and threw his hands up in the air "For god sakes, Femi, live a little! If you're so worried about what mum would think of us, then believe me, you need to get out more!"

Femi huffed angrily and spun away from her brother "Freedom isn't a necessity of mine" She muttered "I'm happy just the way I am, as the blunt, colourless librarian assistant... Now, go home."

Carter watched his sister from behind and his conscience slowly altered into a guilty one. He knew he had done wrong, but he just couldn't stand to be told it. He was one who liked to act, but not listen. Consequences weren't on his list of worries. Silly, aye? He brought his hand up and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

"You know, Femi... mum started out as a librarian, and look what she got up to." He told her quietly.

Femi's mother and father joined up as philosophers, and if she were still alive to that day, she would have been just as well known and successful. Even though she started of as a simple librarian working at the front office, she did many great things in her life, believing what she loved and the mystery of the world.

As Femi watched the floor gloomily, a smile tweaked in the corner of her lips. It wasn't just because of the thoughts of her mother, but that Carter was trying to cheer her up. It was when he did things like that that Femi knew he really did care for her. Femi closed her eyes and snickered in dry amusement, and then turned around. She looked up at him and he smiled goofily, making her roll her eyes.

"Come on. Let's go home..." She sighed.