One Last Time [Night at The Museum Fan-Fiction] **COMPLETE**

Chapter Thirteen

Breathing was heavy and muscles were screaming and protest, but for Larry, Emma, and Nicky it was just a minor annoyance compared to what they will be facing within the next couple of minutes as they raced down the street where the I Camelot play was being held.

Emma cried out in relief as they saw the London Palladium almost a hundred metres away and it didn't take them long before they were on the front steps, running up them and bursting through the front doors.

They could hear screaming coming down the hall that they were currently in and briskly walked to that door, flinging that one open as well, and there he was, with all his...glory was Lancelot, pointing his sword at King Arthur's actor, non other than, Hugh Jackman and Queen Guinevere's, Alice Eve and in his other hand, held the tablet and Larry ran down the aisle, yelling his name.

Lancelot's face showed surprise, anger, and disbelief as he wordlessly took off off the stage, heading towards one of the stairs and as they said, both of the actor's looked on with apprehension for the newcomers and what appeared to be relief too.

Hopefully something was going to be done with this lunatic.

"Lancelot!" Emma screamed, pushing herself forwards, she felt like she was going to pass out. Perhaps now, she'll do much more cardio.  Lancelot's head snapped in her direction, his eyes widening for a split second before narrowing and taking off backstage somewhere.

She shook her head, muttering profanities under her breath. She didn't care that the guys were behind her. All she could think of was the damned tablet.

Or else every single person -wax or not -was going to die that night.

And it was all because of Lancelot.

She growled out. Fed up at this whole damned situation. Upon reaching the stage she gave the actors a curt nod before taking off backstage, glancing to where he had gone, glancing up the stairs when she heard a door slam.

Taking the steps two at a time, she busted through the door, breathing heavy as she glared daggers at the wax figure who looked at her with what one would call surprised disgust.

"You don't give up, do you?"

"Hell no." She snapped, holding her hands out. "Give me the damned tablet!"

"It's not yours."

"Nor is it yours." Tears threatened to fall. "My friends could die tonight if we don't get that tablet back, and who's fault will that be? Yours! Hand. It. Over."

Lancelot opened his mouth to speak when Emma's father and brother busted through the door, with Ahkmenrah, Teddy, Sacajawea, Atilla, Jed, Octavius, as well as Dexter quick on their heels, watching the scene before them.

Lancelot smirked. "You are in no position to be demanding anything of me."

"You might want to check the mirror."

A puzzled look washed over his face. "What?"

"Your nose is running."

He looked down and gave an unmanly screech as he threw the torch he stole from the stage into a bucket of rain water and drawing out his sword, muttering something about being Lancelot, and that's when Larry stepped in. "Lancelot isn't real! He's just a myth. A story. You aren't real. Never were."

Shock registered on his face and he dropped his sword, and they could see his entire world crumbling around him.  They felt bad for him, no doubt, but they only had a limited window for them to align the pieces of the  tablet before it lost its power forever.

Emma was desperate. "Please...please Lancelot...give us the tablet before almost everyone here dies tonight. Please."

They gasped, watching as the tablet lost what appeared to be the rest of its power. Emma's eyes filled with tears as she saw Ahkmenrah groan in pain, gripping the railings as he fell to his knees, her eyes falling to Teddy and Sacajawea who were now frozen in their spot, fear evident in their face, then to Atilla who had rolled down the stairs, and then to Dexter, the Capuchin crying out, dropping onto the crate that was outside beside Larry.

"Dexter no." Larry cried out, rushing over to him sas Emma made her way over to Ahkmenrah, not caring that his body was decaying before her very eyes. His cheeks had sunken in, his lips were completely ashen, dried, cracked...dead.

He was now a walking corpse. His once brown orbs were now an eerie white, as they glanced at her. His right let go of the railing, seeking for her own, Emma noticed that he was shaking and she let out a strangled sob, leaning him against her, her free arm wrapping around his frail body.

"I...I'm so so sorry..."

"...For what?..." Ahkmenrah managed to ask, and with great difficulty squeezed her hand in false reassurance. "Don't cry...everything will be alright..."

"H-how can you even say something like that?" She whispered to him, "How? This...is the end. You're all dying and there is nothing we can do. We...were too late to save you guys...and now...now."

She couldn't finish what she was going to say as tears fell freely from her eyes. With what remaining strength Ahkmenrah had, he let go of the rail, allowing Emma to take his full weight as he reached up with his free hand, removing the tears that stained her cheek. 

"My strong, beautiful warrior...This will never be the end..." Ahkmenrah wheezed out, closing his eyes. "We shall see each other again."

"No." She hated goodbyes, and she was going to be damned if she was going to say bye to Ahkmenrah, or to anyone else. She shook her head, a new found determination filling her to her core. "No."

She glanced up at the scene before her, Larry was still trying to convince Lancelot - the stubborn ass mule - to hand over the tablet, and at first, it looked as though that he was going to give the tablet over, but at the last second giving them a smug look. "If you lot want it so terribly then you can go fetch for it." Lancelot smirked, never taking his eyes off of them upon tossing the tablet from the building, and Emma's heart completely sank into the pits of her stomach. feeling defeated and sitting back, watching with utter dismay as it disappeared completely from sight.