SUMMARY: Charlie Jocelyn Morgana is the last descendant of Morgana, half sister of King Author, the last of the only blood line that can pull the sword from the stone bring back the belief in the goddess, and is protector and wielder of Avalon. When the Society of the Dark Knights figures out the secret of Avalon; Charlie must get help from the Jones family help her save Avalon and protect the world from evil men. Adventure and love collide. mutt/oc
PLEASE realize that this is for fun. I already know that I will probably get a lot of facts wrong even though I may try to research some, this is for my own pleasure and my own imagination. Something in my head that I wish to share with you. I already know that my grammar is not the best or that somethings may not makes sense but I will try my best to rectify it .
Please No Flames. as I have said before this is just for fun. This is also my first try at placing my work out there, as much as I love critism I don't wished to be burned when I am writing for enjoyment. I would like to know how you like it but if you hate it please let me down gently. Oh and I already know that my grammar may be poor but please remember this is for fun so...who really cares? THANKS BUNCHES
DISCLAIMER- I DON'T OWN ANYTHING INDIANA JONES OR THE STORY OF KING ARTHUR. I just own this crazy idea in my head and the OCs Charlie, Tristan, the bad dude and anyone else I throw into the story. I'm just using ideas and characters created by many people already for my own enjoyment. BYES
Chapter One
"Come on Charlie, I know you're in here!" Charlie crouched behind a bookshelf, breathing heavily, her eyes trying to follow Gregory through the mazes of bookshelves in the college library. "I need you Charlie, your blood it's the key the gateway. You can't hide forever. I will kill you." Gregory walked in front of the bookshelf. Charlie sat down on the floor and placed her feet on the bottom shelf and pushed with all her might knocking the self on top of him. "Ahh!" Gregory screamed. Charlie jumped at the chance to run, and ran all the way home. Her dark hair falling out of her loose pony tail, her bangs sticking to her forehead with sweat.
Slamming the door open she shouted "Dad!! Dad!!" she turned the corner and ran into a man, jumping back from shock she looked and immediately relaxed. "Tristan! They found me...where's Dad?" she exclaimed breathlessly. "I don't know Charlie, if they found you then we have to leave now, we'll go to my apartment, aye" he replied. Charlie nodded her head in agreement. Tristan ran into her father's study and grabbed a leather bound journal hidden in the secret compartment of the desk. He than grabbed her hand and dragged her out the door. They both stopped looking up to see clicking of many guns. She gripped Tristan's arm.
Gregory stood in front of them holding her father hostage. "What you did wasn't nice Charlie, now you have to be punished" he pulled the trigger. "Daddy!! NO!" she screamed as she watched her father fall down dead. Tristan held on to her tight and covered her face as blood splattered on them. He looked at her whispered "on the count of three run fast and jump she nodded and watched his fingers. 'One...two...three' as they jumped he pushed a detonator and blew up her home. They landed on the ground with a thud. The group of thugs out cold on the ground.
He pulled her up and turned her to face him "Charlie listen to me. Run to my apartment take my car to the University," he shook as she furiously shook head in disagreement with her eyes shut tightly. "LISTEN TO ME!!" he shouted she opened eyes tears brimming. "I want you to find Professor Jones and tell him everything and give him this." He pushed the leather journal into her arms. "Tris what about you" she argued crying. "I'll be fine okay?" she nodded reluctantly. "Now go! Go!" he shouted. Charlie grasped his hand then let go racing towards the city her clothes ruined from the explosion and the blood of her father.
An hour later Charlie made it to Tristan's apartment and let herself in. She placed the journal on the kitchen counter and walked straight to his bathroom, stripping her clothes, turning on the shower and climbing into the hot water. She cried for her father and prayed that Tristan would be alright. She scrubbed her body to get the feeling of her father's blood off her skin. Slowly she ran out of hot water and she turned off the shower. Wrapping herself in a fluffy white towel she looked for some clothes. Throwing on a pair of Tristan's jeans that where to baggy and hung at her hips she looked for a shirt, she found a black tank top that must come from his girlfriend Jeanne. It was to short and tight exposing some of her tone stomach, she shrugged it would have to do. she grabbed an emerald plaid cotton long sleeves button down shirt and tied it in the front, and putting on a pair of Tristan's boots she grabbed his old satchel put the journal in it, snatched the keys and drove his car towards the University. 'Dear God" she prayed silently please let Dr. Jones be the answer to this curse.
Indiana Jones was sitting at his desk, waiting for his son to show up so he can get to his last class of the day; when suddenly his office door flew open revealing an atrociously dressed young girl about 18-20. "Are you Dr. Jones?" she asked. Indiana nodded his head. "Yes, may I help you?" "Dr. Jones, you to help me! They found out who what I am their going to kill me, they already killed my father and possibly Tristan please!" tears streamed down the girl's face as she babbled. She took a breath "Tristan told me to give this to you." She said as she handed him the leather bound book.
Charlie sat down in the chair next to his desk. Indiana looked through leather journal. "This is written in ancient druid." Charlie nodded. Dr. Jones looked at her through his glasses.
"Your necklace is fascinating." Charlie smiled.
"It has been passed down to the firstborn child in my family for centuries. It's given on out 13th birthday, I'm the last. Dr. Jones this necklace is the symbol of..."
"The protector and wielder of Avalon." He finished she smiled slightly and nodded.
"Tristan is a descendant of a knight from the round table; he wears a similar charm that means he is protector of Avalon and its wielder."
"How did Tristan know me?"
"He was in your class last year."
"Tristan Kingston?" Charlie nodded. Indiana looked at the tired girl in front of him. "Do you have somewhere to stay tonight?"
"No, Tris told me to come straight to you. So I did"
"You're going stay with us and I'll figure out what's going on umm.."
"Charlie... Charlie Jocelyn Morgana Danvers." He looked at her "Morgana?" She just about answers before jumping when the door opened. Indian gave her a sympathetic smile and looked up. "Henry, it's about time you showed up...will you give Charlie here a ride to our house, I'll be there shortly, tell your mother she's well… um just tell her I'll explain when I get home," he glanced at Charlie "don't worry kid we'll figure this out." he said and patted her knee in comfort. Charlie nodded and watched Dr. Jones rush out the door before she glanced at Henry. He was her age a greaser as some called his style. She stood up and he took a sharp breath, 'her style was really different' she mused.
"Hi I'm Charlie." She shook his hand. He pulled his hand away and pulled out a comb and combed his hair back.
"Names Mutt"
"Mutt, I thought it was Henry"
"It is but my friends called me Mutt"
"So I take it Dr. Jones isn't your friend huh?"
"He's my old man"
"I can tell... you have his eyes"
"So what's your real name"
"Charlie"
"What's your old man call you" she looked at him and answered quietly
"He called me Lady Morgana my real name is Charlie." Mutt smiled slightly than cleared his throat. "Alright let's get you to my house" she nodded and followed him to his motorcycle. "Nice bike" she commented "you think so" she nodded and climbed on behind him.
Marion opened the door to her son and a girl dressed unusually inappropriate yet it complimented her. "Mom this is Charlie, Charlie my mom" Charlie smiled slightly and shook her hand. Marion study the girl acknowledging her tired sad eyes filled with pain. "Dad says she's staying here and that he will explain when he gets home" Marion looked didn't look shocked and nodded her head while beckoning them in. "Charlie would you like something to eat." she asked the dark haired emerald eyed beauty. Charlie nodded her head "yes thank you". Mutt took her hand "come on I'll show they library it's pretty cool." Charlie nodded and followed Mutt into the next room.
Mutt sat in front of Charlie and nervously combed his hair. "So what you running from baby cakes?" Charlie smiled slightly at the nickname and looked him directly in the eye. In a low voice she answered "Their called the Society of the Dark Knights. Evil men who whish to have control over Avalon, so that they can gain the power Avalon gives to its protector and wielder." Mutt cocked his head in thought. "Avalon as in King Author and his Knights of the round table?" Charlie smiled and nodded. "What do they want with you?" "I think I will tell you when everyone's together it would make it easier for me the explanation is a tiring one." Mutt nodded in understanding.
As Charlie curled up on the couch in front of him he took time to study her. The jeans we obviously a guy's pair, and the shirt seemed to be too smug and too short. The shirt she had over it seemed to be a guy's shirt. 'Interesting' Mutt thought to himself. She had nice size breast he noted with a smirk, her skin was sun kissed, and her hair was layered and lay beneath her shoulders it was dark chocolate and her eyes were emerald. She was beautiful but had an unusual fashion. 'She's too exotic for today' he mused. Charlie looked up and smiled when she caught him looking.
Marion opened the library door. "Dinners ready. Charlie, Indy said he'll be here after dinner, you can tell us than okay?" Charlie nodded solemnly. Dinner was quiet and Charlie only picked at her food, Marion squeezed her arm letting her know it was okay and no one was offended. Knowing about her father, she understood Charlie's loss of appetite.