Disclaimer: I don't own the Indiana Jones, BtVS or the Stargate series.

Timeline: After the Indiana Jones movies, Beginning of S4 of Buffy and Beginning of S7 of Stargate.

Prologue

Graham sighed, 'Why weren't there any single gay guys in Sunnydale? Was that so much to ask for?' he wondered

He surveyed the Bronze and saw one guy who once came on to him but denied everything the next morning and the guy told Riley and of course Riley Mr-Straight-as-an-arrow Finn had to have him drummed out in disgrace, Buffy and Willow tried to talk to Riley but no, he was out and Buffy had asked her mom give him a place to stay.

As he drank he noticed a red faced blond kid come in and the guy was crying. Graham narrowed his eyes, 'Why was he crying like that?'

Graham walked towards him and said gently, "Are you alright?"

The man looked up and sniffed, "No, I'm not, now leave me alone."

"Maybe I can help?" Graham said softly.

The man looked at him with blue eyes full of pain and sadness and anger and snapped out, "Leave me alone, alright?"

Graham nodded and backed away, looking a bit hurt and taken aback at his anger.

As he walked away Graham felt a hand on his shoulder and the man said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you, it's just that my grandpa died."

"Oh," Graham said, "I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's alright," the man said, "We were really close and it doesn't make sense, he was healthy for a man his age."

Graham sat down and said, "Why don't you tell me about him, maybe it'd help if you talked about it?"

"Sure and oh, I'm Andrew Wells."

"I'm Graham Miller."

"Nice to meet you Graham," Andrew said, "And I'm sorry about yelling at you. We didn't even know until I got a huge parcel today with his letter to me saying that he was sure that some people were following him."

Graham looked concerned and said, "Was he, you know?"

"No," Andrew said adamantly, "He was not mad, he was probably the most stable man I ever knew, he even raised me for ten years and taught me a lot of things."

"We had little nicknames for each other," Andrew giggled, "He called me Missouri because I always asked 'show me grandpa, show me grandpa.'"

Graham smiled as Andrew lost himself in the memories and tears came to his eyes again, Andrew sobbed, "He's gone, my grandpa's gone."

"Oh," Graham said as he attempted to console Andrew again.

Andrew smiled softly and said, "Thanks but I wanna be alone for a bit."

Graham frowned, "Do you really want to be alone Andrew?"

"No," was the choked reply as Andrew started to sob again, Graham's eyes softened and he patted Andrew's back.

Andrew smiled softly and said, "Thanks Mr Miller but I'm going to go home now, gotta sort through my stuff. Maybe I'll see you again."

Graham nodded and Andrew walked home, the vampires never seemed to bother him but he could never be too careful. As he got home he walked upstairs and looked at the parcel his grandpa sent him and read the letter attached to it.

Missouri,

Look kid, I'm sure people are after me; strange cars are always parked front of my home at night. Missouri, you know I have enemies, right? It's why I had to send you back to your parents, you were like my son and not my grandson.

I still remember holding you and teaching you things and you chirping 'Show me grandpa, show me grandpa.' God, I miss having you around or teaching you to walk and talk and you trying to wear my old fedora.

Missouri, grandpa Indy loves you, remember that.

Andrew sniffed a bit reading the letter and muttered, "Miss you too grandpa," as he began to read again.

As my beneficiary Missouri you have my personal collection of artifacts, relics and general things that I owned personally, now don't listen to your mom and dad and sell them, though each one is worth a small fortune, these pieces are worth more to history.

Andrew nodded to himself and began to read again; The people after me don't look like my usual group, nothing personal but I've irritated people from the Nazis to the KGB and even the CIA on one occasion, if it was personal I'd have expected for them to attack already but nothing, they watch me from their cars and that's it. Missouri, you be careful boy as they might be after you now. The parcel is only part of my gift to you; the rest of your inheritance is with a friend.

"Grandpa," Andrew murmured slightly, "What happened to you?" He went to open his parcel and pulled out a beaten old leather jacket and even older fedora, one that had been lovingly cared for he put it on and frowned, it was still a bit too big for him as it plopped covering his eyes and the jacket, now it shocked him, did Grandpa remake it for him to wear?

Under the jacket was the whip, Andrew smiled slightly, his grandpa had taught him how to use the whip, he wouldn't be as good as his grandfather but he could use it well enough though grandpa taught him how to use a boomerang and fight.

Andrew tucked himself in bed and slept, dreaming of his grandpa teaching things, lifting him in the air and laughter.

The next day Andrew woke up and ran downstairs wearing the fedora, his mother frowned and said, "Andrew, I hope you're going to get rid of those mouldy old things soon and we want to talk to you about your inheritance, I think you need to think about the family, we could use the money."

Andrew frowned and his mother continued, "Your grandfather was such a bad influence on you, I swear I wished that you never knew him."

"Why'd you leave me with him for years then mom?" Andrew asked annoyed, "He treated me like I was his son."

She frowned, "Just one mention of your grandfather and you become so ill tempered and then he insists on saying that your name is Missouri."

I like Missouri Andrew muttered it was my special name and walked off

Andrew walked to his room and picked up the old leather jacket, he walked outside and frowned as the jacket was a bit heavier than he thought it'd be, he felt through the pockets and smiled as he found that there was a book in it and he pulled it out; 'Its one of grandpa's journals,' he began to read what was probably one of the last things his grandpa wrote.

As he read through it he frowned, something about a dig in Egypt? He knew that grandpa had done some digs in Egypt with his friend Sallah, he remembered meeting Sallah one time too, last time he heard Uncle Sallah was still alive and he knew Sallah had worked at some digs in Cairo. As he leafed through the book he smiled, 'There are phone numbers for Sallah and some of Grandpa's friends that were still around.'

'Egypt,' Andrew frowned, 'How much did that cost?' but he snapped his fingers, 'Phone cards,' he walked to a convenience store and bought a couple.

Andrew walked home clutching the several phone cards that had bought in his hands and said, "This should help me get into contact with Sallah, if he's still alive that is.' As Andrew walked home he looked at the Bronze and decided to get a soda.

Graham saw him and smiled, "Mr Wells, I was worried about you last night."

"Oh really?" Andrew said, "Sorry, I was really angry last night."

"Yeah," Graham said in a soothing voice, "You were crying and those were tears of anger and sadness, I know the difference."

"I'm feeling a bit better," Andrew said quietly, "But not much, I gotta call an old friend of grandpa's."

Graham offered him a soda and said, "Now that sounds good, when you going to do that?"

Andrew frowned, "Probably midnight, he lives in Egypt."

"Wow," Graham said, "That's a bit far, right?"

"Yeah," Andrew smiled, "Grandpa took me to see him every summer, actually I speak Arabic thanks to those trips as Grandpa wanted me to learn."

Graham smiled a bit and said, "Cool, I guess it's a good language to learn."

Andrew shrugged and drank his soda down and Graham said, "You free until midnight? I'd like to get to know you better."

"Sure," Andrew said obviously, "I guess that'd be alright but I have to call him, I can't forget."

Graham nodded and they walked outside, Andrew spoke a bit of his life with his grandfather and Graham was a bit astounded; the boy was downright worldly compared to him.

Andrew frowned, "When I was sent back my mom was horrified, she and grandpa never got along, I guess she didn't like that I was becoming more like him than my dad."

"Oh?" Graham said, "Did you see your Grandpa again?"

"Oh yeah," Andrew smiled, "Grandpa made sure of it, he would every see me Christmas, Halloween and Thanksgiving."

Graham laughed and Andrew gave a slight laugh and said, "Yeah, he loved irritating my mom I guess but the last few years he hadn't been able to show up, mom said he was getting too old."

Andrew got up and said, "Thanks for listening to me Graham, I enjoyed it."

"Yeah," Graham said as he got up and walked back to the Summer's home. When he got there he saw Buffy there doing laundry and said, "Hey Buffy."

Buffy smiled and said, "Graham how are you doing? Good day at the job?"

"Yep," Graham said smiling, "And thanks again for getting me that job, I appreciate it."

She smiled and said, "Graham, I was irritated about how Riley decided that you weren't his friend just because you were gay, at least mom and I can help you."

Graham smiled sadly and said, "Yeah, well I've met someone I'm kind of interested in."

Buffy smiled, "Anyone I know?"

"Nope," Graham said, "And before you ask I'm waiting with him, he's not ready for me to make my move yet because his grandpa just died."

"When he's ready," Buffy said with a grin, "Bring him to meet me and Riley and make sure he's touchy and feely, you know? Enough to scare Riley off."

Graham frowned and said, "Why are you still with Riley? Is it because you need more information from him?"

"That's part of it," Buffy frowned, "I think he could still be redeemed and if he apologises to you then I won't hurt him."

"That's if I accept his apology Buffy," Graham growled, "He hurt me; there's one part of me he can't accept and he turns me in, that's the end of my military career and our friendship."

Buffy hugged Graham and said, "Yeah, well I can't wait to meet him," and walked away.

That night Andrew snuck down and grabbed the phone, he looked at the computer and checked the time in Cairo and used his card and dialled the number.

Andrew waited patiently as he was being connected and heard an old gruff voice say in Arabic, "Yes? Who is this?"

"Umm," Andrew said in halting Arabic, "I'm looking for Sallah Mohammed Fasiel el-Kahir?"

"This is he," the voice said, "Who is this?"

"Good," Andrew said, "This is Andrew Wells but since I met you with my grandfather you might know me better as Missouri Henry Jones as my grandfather is Indiana Jones."

The voice shifted from gruff to jovial and said, "Little Missouri? I have not heard from you in ages."

Andrew giggled and, "You yourself Sallah, you have to be what? A hundred and three years old? I was surprised to learn from grandpa's journals that you're still alive."

Sallah laughed and said, "My boy, good living is the cause and joy in watching my family grow, a joy, which is my sorrow to say, that Indy lost when he gave you up."

"Umm, Sallah?" Andrew muttered, "Did anyone inform you that grandpa died?"

"Yes, I was the first one to know. As his will stated I had the personal belongings sent to you as I will hold your other inheritance until you came here," Sallah said, "Is this why you called?"

Andrew frowned, "No Uncle Sallah, I can't just leave. I need to know, why did Grandpa want to know more about this dig near Giza?"

Sallah frowned, "Which one? There were many digs in Giza's sands."

"Umm, let me look it up Sallah," Andrew said as he looked through the journal and smiled, "Here we go: 1928, Professor Paul Langford."

"I know that one," Sallah grumbled, "I was not on it mind you but there were warnings on the cover stone left by the ancient Egyptians, a dear friend wrote them down for me and I gave them to your grandfather to translate."

"Beware the false evil gods, they steal the body of the people and harm them. Beware, do not open the Chappa'ai or else they may return."

Andrew made a face and said, "What the hell? And they took it?"

"My little friend I cannot be sure what they took because a few days later the diggers in the expedition disappeared," Sallah said sadly, "Many of them were good friends of mine, even some distant family members. It was like the desert swallowed all evidence of them ever existing."

"But what does that mean?" Andrew groaned, "That they dug up what, a giant cursed something?"

"Maybe my friend, maybe," Sallah said, "But now you must come to Cairo, your Grandfather would wish for me to help you."

Andrew smiled softly, "I guess I could, it'd be nice to see you and Cairo again but Sallah, you're so, you know?"

"Age?" Sallah laughed loudly, "I am much like your grandfather; I shall live for years yet you know that even when he cradled you, singing to you when you were but a baby, he was in his late eighties Missouri and even then he was youthful and full of vitality."

Andrew turned red and said, "I miss grandpa, Sallah."

"Indeed," Sallah said, "Now I made a promise that I'd help you if you needed it, now do not make me be a liar for when I reach heaven what shall I tell your grandfather, Missouri? That you refused my aid and I couldn't fulfill my promise?"

"Sallah," Andrew said turning a bright red, "Don't be like that, it's just the timing, I'm supposed to have a job interview."

"Ah yes," Sallah said, "A job is important and I agree that you need to find a calling but honour your grandfather by following his footsteps, none of his children followed him and it hurt him Missouri, it was his cross to bear. I remember his frantic words when you were delivered to him that night so many years ago."

"Sallah, he said, it's like a miracle from up high my little grandson has been sent to me. He's so cute, so tiny and he won't shut up, he keeps crying."

Andrew sniffed a bit and said, "Sallah, I don't have the money to simply leave just like that."

"Money?" Sallah said indignant, "Your Grandfather deposited enough for you to come. I shall expect you soon as I have things to discuss with you, come soon Missouri and I shall arrange the paperwork."

Andrew hung up and walked upstairs, 'Egypt? Why do I have to go to Egypt for? What couldn't Sallah tell me?'

He looked at his whip and smiled, 'What the hell, I wanted to find out what happened to grandpa,' and went to sleep, 'I'll buy the ticket tomorrow night.'

The next day Andrew walked downstairs and heard his mother say, "Andrew's always like this when anything about his grandfather comes up."

His father said, "Yeah, well I didn't want your father to have anything to do with our kids, Tucker was smart but you had to let him take care of Andrew."

Andrew made a face, walked out quietly and decided that he'd be on the next plane out to Cairo, he snuck out and walked to the Bronze; he'd have a nice drink and say hi to Graham and maybe see Jonathon and Warren.

Graham walked out and began to work when he saw Andrew walking in wearing an old fedora and leather jacket, Graham looked at him and smiled, "Andrew, come on in."

"Hey Graham," Andrew said with a joyful wave and a grin.

"Hello Andrew," Graham smiled as he grabbed a soda for Andrew and said, "How're things at home?"

Andrew looked down and said, "Umm, yeah Graham, I'm going to be leaving town for a few days I think."

"Oh," Graham said smiling, "Funeral, right?"

"No," Andrew said, "I'm going Cairo, I have to talk to an old friend of Grandpa's and he needs me there for a few months maybe."

Graham's face fell as he looked at Andrew and said, "Really? Do you have to go? I mean Andrew, it's dangerous, you know that right?"

Andrew nodded, "But I trust Uncle Sallah."

"But Andrew," Graham said, "This could be dangerous, do you know anything about Egypt?"

"Yes," Andrew said as he drank his soda, "Grandpa took me there a lot when I was little and my grandpa and Sallah had been friends longer than most people have been alive."

Graham frowned and said, "You want to spend a little time with me again Andrew?"

"Umm, sure," Andrew said, "But I need to use the phone, it's a toll free call."

"Sure," Graham nodded as he watched Andrew make a reservation for tonight and his frown deepened, 'So soon? Why is Andrew suddenly so eager to leave?'

After Andrew came back he smiled a bit and said, "I'm leaving on the bus tonight."

"How about I drive you?" Graham said, "Then you don't have to pay for the bus trip."

Andrew's face lit up and he said, "Sure Graham, that's nice of you, if you really want to that is?"

Graham nodded, "But perhaps you should pack now? I'll come with you."

Andrew nodded; he'd feel safer if he could pack with someone as his parents wouldn't be happy to know he was leaving just like that.

"Can you leave work just like that?" Andrew asked, "I mean you could get fired."

"Ah," Graham said, "I'm a good employee and besides, the manager has trouble finding reliable workers."

Graham took Andrew outside and drove him home, Graham waited outside and saw Andrew running out holding his suitcase and jumped in smiling widely, "They weren't home," Andrew said, "Now let's get going."

"Okay," Graham said as he drove to the Summer's home, "This is where I live, with my friends," as he walked in Buffy ran up and waved at him.

"Buffy," Graham said, "This is my, umm, new friend; Andrew, the one I told you about?"

"Oh really Graham?" Buffy said as she looked him over and said, "Nice jacket."

Graham led Buffy to the kitchen and Buffy said, "He's cute, isn't he?" Graham nodded and Buffy smiled, "Already taking him home?"

"No," Graham said, "He's leaving town, he's going to Egypt tonight just to check something out with his grandfather's death and he's going to be gone for god knows how long."

Buffy frowned, "Graham, I understand what he's going through and you know he has to grieve in his own way and you can't force him to stay."

As they walked out Buffy said, "So Egypt? That's cool, you ever been there before?"

"Yep," Andrew said proudly, "Been there plenty of times, I just haven't been there for awhile."

"Cool," Buffy said, "We're having a barbeque tonight, do you want to stay for that?"

"Yeah," Andrew said excitedly, "But I can't stay for too long as I have to be at LA by eleven o'clock tonight."

"Sure thing Andrew," Graham said, "But enjoy yourself, please?"

Andrew nodded and took off his jacket and the fedora, Buffy smiled at him and said, "I'll be back in a couple of hours, gotta get the burgers and other things."

"Okay," Andrew said as he sat down and suddenly grinned, "We aren't having primate parfait are we?"

"What's that?" Graham asked curious, "A cake or something?"

"No, my grandpa told me about it: its chilled monkey brains still served in its own head," he giggled when Graham's face turned green.

"You're kidding me, right Andrew?" Graham pleaded, "Tell me you're kidding?"

"Nope, he got served a dish of it in 1937," Andrew giggled.

"Oh gross Andrew!" Graham said, "Did he eat it?"

Andrew nodded and said, "It's considered rude if you don't eat what your host offers you, that's what grandpa said."

Graham shuddered and they talked for a few more hours when Buffy returned with several burgers and said, "Dinner time."

As Andrew helped Buffy out in the kitchen she looked him over and said, "So your grandpa died?"

"Yeah," Andrew said sullenly, "And I'm gonna find out why too."

"A bit obsessed aren't you?" Buffy frowned, "I mean you only found out a couple of days ago, right?"

Andrew simply nodded and said, "Yeah but I need this, I owe him this at least, I owe him a lot."

Buffy nodded, impressed by the bit of steel Andrew was showing and shooed him out of the kitchen so she could finish up.

Andrew sat down next to Graham and they talked for a bit longer until Buffy brought out the burgers and said, "So, who's in Egypt?"

"Oh," Andrew said, "Sallah Mohammed Fasiel el-Kahir, he always insisted on me calling him Uncle Sallah. He and Grandpa go years back, one of my earliest memories are of him singing Gilbert and Sullivan to me."

Graham muttered, "Sounds like a good guy."

"He is, he made a promise to Grandpa to help me if I need his help and says I'd need to accept his aid so he can meet grandpa in heaven," Andrew giggled, "And say proudly that he helped me."

After dinner Andrew looked at the time and said, "Graham, I gotta go."

"So soon?" Graham said almost looking sad, "I mean we got a few hours, right?"

"Not long enough," Andrew said, "I have to go, okay?"

"Alright," Graham said and wrote something on a paper and passed it to Andrew, who looked at it puzzled. Graham smiled, "It's my Email address and my cell number."

"Oh cool," Andrew said, "Thanks," as they left and he waved bye to Buffy.

She smiled and said, "Be careful Andrew."

"Umm," Andrew said, "Its Missouri now, it's the name I prefer."

"I prefer Andrew," Graham said softly.

Andrew shrugged and said, "Alright, I guess."

As they drove Graham's concerns for Andrew running off were only growing; Egypt was dangerous he knew that much, maybe his Grandfather's old friend could be trusted but not by him.

Andrew sighed as prayed that things would be alright and again wondered what Uncle Sallah had to teach him, it wasn't much he forgot from Grandpa but he hadn't practiced in eight years so he was rusty and he would need to retrain himself.

At the airport Andrew got out and got his ticket, he smiled at Graham and said, "You can go home if you want, I can handle myself from here."

Graham shook his head and said, "I'll stay here with you until your plane comes, come on we can get some coffee or something."

Andrew grinned and nodded and Graham took him to the restaurant and said, "Andrew, you're going to be careful, right?"

"Yes," Andrew said, "I'm going to be careful, alright? I'm eighteen years old."

Graham held his hand out calming Andrew down and said, "I'm sorry, I'm just worried about you."

"Really?" Andrew smiled, "That's cool I guess."

Graham smiled and said, "I'm just going to keep worrying if you don't call me or send me an email once a day, alright? And I want a promise that you'll do that at least, okay Andrew?"

"Sure," Andrew said, "If I can."

"No Andrew," Graham said, "Promise me you'll send an email at least."

"Okay," Andrew said and smiled, "It's time for me to go."

As Andrew left Graham smiled, "Andrew, I like you."

"Oh cool," Andrew grinned, "I like you too, you've been a really cool friend."

Graham's face fell again and thought, 'Friend? He thinks of me as a friend?' And watched Andrew go into the line up and saw Andrew shoot him a brilliant smile and a final wave as he went past the security check and into the airplane.

TBC

Note: The reason that Indy and Sallah have lived for so long is that they drank from the Holy Grail.

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