A/N: Really short, I know… I don't own Indy. Unless you count DVDs… even then… those are my dad's…
Indiana Legacy
Part 1: Heir to the Crown
"Son, I think the time has come."
Mutt looked at his father, slightly confused.
Indiana smiled fondly down at his only child. "I'm too old to go traipsing across the world after lost treasures like a 'giddy schoolboy.' And I've taught you all I can: language, customs, everything any good archeologist should know. Like when a dead end isn't a dead end, or where to hide when the enemy is close behind."
The elder Jones slowly took his beloved fedora off of his own head. He stroked the worn leather for a moment, remembering all his adventures since his Boy Scout days, then placed the hat on his son's head.
"I'm retiring from the job, but in a sense, just named you king. Wear the crown well."