Charles Blake, or Charlie, was as normal as anyone could get, really.

He'd managed to get his way through college, working on a degree in history. His parents were divorced, and he had a sister who was two years older than him. He had a group of four friends, of which he was deemed the most mature one, and had become something like a babysitter to them.

Not to mention he already was babysitting Amos' younger sister.

Since neither times he was getting paid, Charlie desperately needed a job, and his searches had been fruitless...which led him to the situation with Kira.

"A night guard?" Charlie gave Kira a look of utter disdain over the sheets of paper she'd thrust into his hand earlier. Kira, in response, sipped her cappuccino. "Seriously?"

"At the Museum of Natural History." Kira tucked a strand of hair behind her heavily pierced ear, casually ignorant to Charlie's glare. If looks could kill, she'd probably be ash by now. "Look, you said you needed a job - I found you the perfect one. I sent in your CV and everything."

"You did what?!"

"It's not like your password's hard to guess." Kira shrugged. "Besides, I can hack into simple computers."

"Someday, I'm going to end up bailing you out of jail."

"Someday, you'll be able to afford it." Kira hummed. "Look, at least go to the interview, ok? Cleo'd love it if you spent the evenings there when Amos and I are off looking for band venues. It's not as though you'd be the only one there - they're looking for two people."

"And why are you taking my future into your hands?" Charlie muttered. Kira gave him a dazzling smile and Charlie glowered some more.

"Because, Darling, without me you would get nothing done."

Charlie was resigned to his fate - hence the reason he was currently standing in the lobby of the museum. He did hate Kira a lot, especially when she practically shoved him through the doors and ran off, cackling.

"Ok...so I need to find the night guards...brilliant." Charlie muttered to himself. He figured the front desk would be a good place to start his search. There was a woman there, with dark brown hair that fell to her shoulders in curls and bright eyes, and she looked like the type of woman Amos would pull.

Charlie sincerely hoped that was not the case.

"Hey, um, excuse me?" She looked up and offered a smile. "I have a job interview for the position of the night guard."

"Oh, you'll want to speak to Cecil, then." She offered a hand. "Rebecca Hopman." The name didn't ring a bell, and Charlie thanked all the stars in the sky that it didn't.

"Charlie Blake." He took the offered hand. "Can I have directions?"

"Yes, of course - just down there, keep going. The second right." She smiled again and Charlie gave a salute.

"Thanks." He headed in the direction Rebecca had pointed him in, looking at the exhibits as he made his way down - Teddy Roosevelt, 26th president of the United States, Christopher Columbus, so on and so forth.

He came to a halt in front of the entrance to the Egyptian exhibit, and peered in, eyes flickering between the jackal headed statues, the tablet and the Sarcophagus. He couldn't help but remember the first time Cleo had seen this exhibit - of course, he'd been pulled along on the museum trip, too.

"It's the pharaoh Ahkmenrah!" Cleo exclaimed in delight, tugging on Charlie's sleeve and forcing him to follow her, Amos laughing from the entrance. "Isn't it cool, Chaz? An actual mummy!"

"I think you are way too excited about dead people, Cleo."

"He was one of the youngest pharaohs, Chaz. He was the youngest in line for the throne and he still got it." Cleo explained in her 'teacher' voice. "He was amazing. His tablet is said to be powered by the moon and stuff."

"You are clever, aren't you?" Charlie said, amusement creeping into his voice.

"S'why I'm named after Cleopatra." Cleo announced proudly. "Because I'm clever - like she was."

Charlie shook himself out of the memory, before moving forward and took the next right. The office was one that couldn't be missed - mostly because of the giant SECURITY sign on it. The door was red and worn, and there was a small, brass bell by it, which Charlie rung. There was the sound of movement inside, before the top of the door was opened. Charlie found himself face to face with a white-haired, blue-eyed man.

"Uh, hello? I'm here for an interview? Charlie Blake."

"Charlie?" Charlie managed to peer around the man (Cecil - he must be Cecil) and his eyes landed on a familiar figure.

"Mr Daley?"

"You two know each other?" Cecil looked between the two of them. Charlie nodded.

"Not ridiculously well - I look after his son every now and then. My friend's sister is his friend and I look after her whenever he's out, so I see a lot of Nicky." Cecil exchanged a look with the other two men, before turning back to Charlie.

"I think we've found our two night guards." Larry looked slightly taken aback. Charlie was confused.

"Don't you need to interview me properly?"

"Don't we both need to be interviewed?" Larry raised an eyebrow. Cecil waved a hand.

"I'm sure that won't be necessary - you two both seem like nice, young men. And you already know each other. So I'll just show you around." Cecil opened the door fully and stepped out as Charlie moved to one side, giving Larry a confused look.

Well. That was surprisingly easy.

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Because instead of updating other fics, I keep writing new ones.

I am too in love with Night at the Museum. It's much lighter than some of the other things I read/watch, so yeah.

I have too many OCs for this, only Charlie, Cleo and Kira will actually be common in this fic so yeah.

Hoping to get through all three movies at some point.

Read, review and all that jazz! ~Jazz x