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

Chapter Five

After the night before, and with being informed by a miffed Dr McPhee, it had been decided that Larry would go during the day to the library to scrounge up what information that he could possibly get regarding the Tablet of Ahkmenrah, while she rested a bit before her shift later that night, however, with how things were looking, her concern was boiling over for her to know that she wouldn't be able to sleep.

Not to mention, both he and Emma knew that their chances at finding anything to help get rid of the corrosion on the tablet were a slim-to-none chance.

It was something that they didn't want to admit, but for the sake of their friends, they were going to try their damnedest to try and solve because they knew that if they were in a similar situation that everyone, well, excluding the neanderthals, would do anything to help them.

In the three years that she had worked there, they had become such a major part in her life, she couldn't imagine that her life would be complete without them in it. The thought that their time of coming to life at night may be soon closing made her heart clench painfully in her chest, making her eyes water as images of Ahkmenrah and her other friends crossed her mind,

"I wish you luck." Emma said after clearing her throat a couple of times. Her voice was low as she helped her father with his scarf before he threw on his jacket.

He laid a hand on her shoulder and sighed, "We will figure this out, Em. I promise."

His words were filled with determination and hope, while his eyes showed exhaustion and worry. She nodded, not trusting her voice as she watched him step out into the hall and closing the door behind him.

Leaning against the door, Emma rubbed at her face tiredly, allowing her tears to finally fall before glancing over at the computer with a second's debate in mind as she finally went over and began her own search.

After a half hour of looking, she slumped in her chair and groaned, every single thing she clicked on regarding the tablet held the same, useless information. She didn't think that; The Tablet of Ahkmenrah, forged by King Merenkahre for his youngest son, Ahkmenrah, for when he would take his place as Pharaoh of Egypt in the Prehistoric era of Egypt, believed to hold magical abilities...

That's when she realized something, as she read that sentence again, she decided to open a new tab, typing in Merenkahre's name into the search engine.

She prayed to God that this would come up with better results.

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Making sure that no driver's were coming on either side of the road, Larry hastily crossed, making his way up the stairs of the library, hoping that this search wouldn't be in vain as he sighed, opening the doors and stepping in from the cold winter breeze.

As he made his way to the librarian and almost had a heart attack when she yelled in enthusiasm, playing some sort of Facebook game, fighting the urge to roll his eyes upon noticing that the game that she was playing was Candy Crush, not understanding why people liked that game.

A few more steps and he was standing mere inches from the desk, he cleared his throat, making her sigh and sit up, looking up from behind her dark-rimmed glasses as she chewed on some gum.

"Uh," He cleared his throat, "Hi, I'm Larry Daley, the night program director from the Natural History Museum."

"Ah yes," Her eyes flickered with recognition, "You're the night guard."

He nodded, "And the night program director. Ah, I was wondering if you could tell me where I could find information regarding the Tablet of Ahkmenrah?"

She turned back to the computer, "Middle Isle, left side."

His thanks fell on deaf ears as he heard her tapping wildly on the mouse, yelling in enthusiasm once more.

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He sat back in his chair, muttering to himself about the tablet, and reading his own notes that he had taken down on scrap pieces of paper from the recycle bin and slightly jumped when he saw the woman from the desk walking over to him with a cup of coffee in hand. "So," She sat down, "What makes you so interested in the tablet anyway?"

Knowing that he couldn't tell her the truth, he ran his fingers through his slightly greying hair, "Oh, you know, it's a hobby of mine."

The older woman nodded, her arms crossed over her chest again as she studied him picking up a photo from the desk and slanting it slightly so she could take a glimpse of it. "Though, I wish I could talk to these guys."

"Well you can't." She started, giving him a deadpan stare, "Because they're dead."

"Yeah, but what about this guy? Looks like a kid." He tilted the picture more and pointed to a boy, no more than the age of twelve stood there smiling.

A distant look and a small smile grazed her lips as she gently touched the photo and she sighed, as Larry gave her a quizzical look. "You-you don't mean to tell me that you actually know him do you?"

"C.J. Fredericks, he used to work here." She replied, handing the photo back to him as realisation dawned on him.

"C.J. Fredericks...C.J. Fredericks...you don't mean Cecil Fredericks do you?"