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in this story.
Indy raced to his office after the last class of the day. He knew students would swamp him with questions on this weekend's homework assignment. He quickly hurried past his secretary who was about to say something and went into his office. Indy was surprised to see a woman sitting in his desk chair with her legs crossed on top of his desk.
"Glad to see your not dead yet Jones." The woman laughed folding her arms. Indy was in shock. "Ren?" He asked in disbelief, as he quickly looked her over. She had the same blue eyes, tanned skin, and sarcastic voice.
The woman leaned back in the chair and laughed. "Goodness Jones you look like your about to have a heart attack, what are you surprised to see me?"
Indy's shock was replaced by the sudden irritation he normally felt around her and pushed her feet off his desk. "Well considering I haven't heard from you in seven years, yes." He motioned for her to get out of his seat.
"Well from what I've heard you've been in Egypt several times in the past few years and haven't even bothered to leave me a message." She told him getting up and moving so she sat at the end of his desk.
"I was busy," He told her with a grin. "With who I wonder, tell me was it Marion?" Ren asked her eyes narrowing.
Indy shrugged his shoulders, he knew that's why Ren and him never got past being good friends, because he was 'too friendly,' as she put it and he knew it disgusted her.
"God Indy do you even remember who you have sex with anymore?" She asked raising an eyebrow at him. "Why are you here Ren?" He asked leaning forward in his chair. Ren gave a small sigh and pulled out a letter from one of her pant pockets.
"You never did wear skirts," He mused shaking his head at how much she hadn't changed. Ren gave him a look but handed it to him.
Indy took the letter and opened it, the handwriting looked very familiar. He quickly scanned the note and then looked at the signature on the bottom. His heart nearly dropped, it was signed by Ren's father.
"Ren," He started.
"I know what your going to say Indy, I know everyone thinks he's dead but this is his handwriting and you know as well as I do that his handwriting is as unique as the crystal skulls." She interjected swinging her foot back and forth by the sudden irritation she felt.
Indy sighed and thought for a minute. The last time she'd contacted him it was to tell him her dad died while going to South America. Indy had been close to her dad; Professor Grant had always treated him like an adult, therefore Indy had respected him and was sad to hear that he had died. But Ren was being irrational; he couldn't be alive after all these years.
"Ren it's impossible, he couldn't have written this." He told her gently not wanting to flat out tell her that it was bogus.
"You're still alive after all these years so why is it impossible for him to be?" Indy knew Ren had a point.
"When did you get this?" He asked her after a few seconds.
"About two weeks ago," She confirmed looking down at her feet. "Why'd you come to me?" He asked still surprised at her being there. "Because I knew how much he meant to you, and you to him. And I was hoping you would help me." Indy sighed and looked at the letter once again to see his name mentioned and he read that sentence.
You could use Indy's help, I'm afraid you cant do this alone, not with what's at stake.
Indy looked up at Ren to see her staring at him with a hopeful look in her eyes. "Ren I don't see how I can help with me having to be here Monday and meeting with the museum on Saturday I just don't see how I can do anything." He told her avoiding her gaze.
Ren looked at him hard for a moment then took the letter from his hand and hot up. "Fine, forget I ever came to you for help, forget I even existed." She said getting up and heading for the door. Indy watched her stop right before going out and turn to look at him.
"Have a good life Henry Jones." She taunted then turned on her heel and walked out, gently closing the door.
Indy sat at his desk for a minute and decided to grade some of the papers stacked on his desk. He knew he wouldn't see Ren again; he blew it for the last time. Of all the names she'd ever called him Henry stung the most.
After only grading half of the test his conscience won and he quickly got up, grabbed his hat, briefcase, and coat and opened his window. He'd done this several times but for some reason it was more difficult, nevertheless he crawled out of his window and planted his feet on the ground.
Looking around he saw Ren walking down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. He quickly walked after her. "Ren!" He called out, she didn't even slow down. "I know you can hear me so don't pretend you don't." He said quickly catching up to her.
"I wasn't pretending I didn't, I was choosing to ignore you." She replied not even looking at him as he walked instep with her. 'That's Ren,' he thought grimly.
"Look I've changed my mind." He told her. "Forget it, I don't need your help." She told him matter of factly. Indy grabbed her arm and stopped, making her stop too.
"Your dad thought you did." He reminded with a grin. "You think you're just so cute don't you?" She asked jerking her arm away from his grasp. "I try." He told her still grinning.
"Go to hell," She said angrily. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" He asked casually, it wasn't the first time she'd told him that. Ren just looked at him and walked on.
"You know where I live!" He told her. "Don't hold your breath," She told him cruelly but Indy knew he'd see her there.
Author's note: Please tell me what you think, I don't care if you flat out hate it but please review and tell me why.
Indy raced to his office after the last class of the day. He knew students would swamp him with questions on this weekend's homework assignment. He quickly hurried past his secretary who was about to say something and went into his office. Indy was surprised to see a woman sitting in his desk chair with her legs crossed on top of his desk.
"Glad to see your not dead yet Jones." The woman laughed folding her arms. Indy was in shock. "Ren?" He asked in disbelief, as he quickly looked her over. She had the same blue eyes, tanned skin, and sarcastic voice.
The woman leaned back in the chair and laughed. "Goodness Jones you look like your about to have a heart attack, what are you surprised to see me?"
Indy's shock was replaced by the sudden irritation he normally felt around her and pushed her feet off his desk. "Well considering I haven't heard from you in seven years, yes." He motioned for her to get out of his seat.
"Well from what I've heard you've been in Egypt several times in the past few years and haven't even bothered to leave me a message." She told him getting up and moving so she sat at the end of his desk.
"I was busy," He told her with a grin. "With who I wonder, tell me was it Marion?" Ren asked her eyes narrowing.
Indy shrugged his shoulders, he knew that's why Ren and him never got past being good friends, because he was 'too friendly,' as she put it and he knew it disgusted her.
"God Indy do you even remember who you have sex with anymore?" She asked raising an eyebrow at him. "Why are you here Ren?" He asked leaning forward in his chair. Ren gave a small sigh and pulled out a letter from one of her pant pockets.
"You never did wear skirts," He mused shaking his head at how much she hadn't changed. Ren gave him a look but handed it to him.
Indy took the letter and opened it, the handwriting looked very familiar. He quickly scanned the note and then looked at the signature on the bottom. His heart nearly dropped, it was signed by Ren's father.
"Ren," He started.
"I know what your going to say Indy, I know everyone thinks he's dead but this is his handwriting and you know as well as I do that his handwriting is as unique as the crystal skulls." She interjected swinging her foot back and forth by the sudden irritation she felt.
Indy sighed and thought for a minute. The last time she'd contacted him it was to tell him her dad died while going to South America. Indy had been close to her dad; Professor Grant had always treated him like an adult, therefore Indy had respected him and was sad to hear that he had died. But Ren was being irrational; he couldn't be alive after all these years.
"Ren it's impossible, he couldn't have written this." He told her gently not wanting to flat out tell her that it was bogus.
"You're still alive after all these years so why is it impossible for him to be?" Indy knew Ren had a point.
"When did you get this?" He asked her after a few seconds.
"About two weeks ago," She confirmed looking down at her feet. "Why'd you come to me?" He asked still surprised at her being there. "Because I knew how much he meant to you, and you to him. And I was hoping you would help me." Indy sighed and looked at the letter once again to see his name mentioned and he read that sentence.
You could use Indy's help, I'm afraid you cant do this alone, not with what's at stake.
Indy looked up at Ren to see her staring at him with a hopeful look in her eyes. "Ren I don't see how I can help with me having to be here Monday and meeting with the museum on Saturday I just don't see how I can do anything." He told her avoiding her gaze.
Ren looked at him hard for a moment then took the letter from his hand and hot up. "Fine, forget I ever came to you for help, forget I even existed." She said getting up and heading for the door. Indy watched her stop right before going out and turn to look at him.
"Have a good life Henry Jones." She taunted then turned on her heel and walked out, gently closing the door.
Indy sat at his desk for a minute and decided to grade some of the papers stacked on his desk. He knew he wouldn't see Ren again; he blew it for the last time. Of all the names she'd ever called him Henry stung the most.
After only grading half of the test his conscience won and he quickly got up, grabbed his hat, briefcase, and coat and opened his window. He'd done this several times but for some reason it was more difficult, nevertheless he crawled out of his window and planted his feet on the ground.
Looking around he saw Ren walking down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. He quickly walked after her. "Ren!" He called out, she didn't even slow down. "I know you can hear me so don't pretend you don't." He said quickly catching up to her.
"I wasn't pretending I didn't, I was choosing to ignore you." She replied not even looking at him as he walked instep with her. 'That's Ren,' he thought grimly.
"Look I've changed my mind." He told her. "Forget it, I don't need your help." She told him matter of factly. Indy grabbed her arm and stopped, making her stop too.
"Your dad thought you did." He reminded with a grin. "You think you're just so cute don't you?" She asked jerking her arm away from his grasp. "I try." He told her still grinning.
"Go to hell," She said angrily. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" He asked casually, it wasn't the first time she'd told him that. Ren just looked at him and walked on.
"You know where I live!" He told her. "Don't hold your breath," She told him cruelly but Indy knew he'd see her there.
Author's note: Please tell me what you think, I don't care if you flat out hate it but please review and tell me why.