Disclaimer: This is the one-shot sequel to Kiss me, Marion. To understand this fic, you must read the other first, as this one is set in Marion's POV and the other in Indy's POV. Enjoy!

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Seeing Indy sent shockwaves through my body. I couldn't believe my eyes.

Indiana fucking Jones.

Wrestling Spalko's henchmen off me, I stared at him coldly, and then said, sarcastically:

"Indiana Jones, it's about time you showed up."

I wanted to punch the bastard for what he did to me and for what he did to Mutt. I saw the look of relief on Mutt's face; he looked so glad that I was okay. We exchanged a hug as Jones looked on, confused. Of course I failed to tell him he was a father. This wasn't the time to do it. We found a way to escape, and somehow, we fell into a sinking hole. Frustrated, I tried hard to escape, but I kept getting nowhere.

Indy cautioned me, like he always did.

"Marion, stop. Mutt should be back with something to grab on to soon. Just try to keep your arms above so he can see them when he comes." I stopped, and realized that this might be a life or death situation. I might as well tell him now.

"Mutt—he can be impetuous at times." I paused, as my body kept on sinking deeper into the quicksand. Indy then said, "I was like him once." Cutting him off, I started to say, "Indy, he's…" Then, Indy cut me off once again.

"He really doesn't have to finish school. Some kids aren't cut out for it. You should get off his back about it."

Finally, I dropped the bomb---Indiana Jones was the father of Mutt.

"Mutt…he's your….he's your son." I said, slowly and calmly.

His jaw dropped, literally.

The first words out of his mouth?

"Why the hell didn't you make him finish?"

The journey after that was living hell. Indy and I kept fighting because he was mad that I didn't tell him he had a son. It was impossible for me to do so. I mean, he got me pregnant, which at the time, I did not know; he then walked out on me, not realizing he walked out also on his child. Mutt did not know his real father. I had married Colin when Mutt was young and that's who he knew as a father. Finally, the fighting stopped. Strangely enough, I think we fell back in love with each other.

Sitting in the truck, the tensions rang high. Thanks to my dear son, we were soon free from the ropes that bound us. Indy cut a slit in the top of the material that kept the sun out of the back, and I tugged on his sleeve. I did not want him to leave me again.

"I'm sure I wasn't the only one who moved on. There must have been many women over the years."

Indy sighed."They all had the same problem."

I glared at Indy. "Yeah, name one."

"They weren't you, honey."

My jaw dropped. He really did feel guilty for leaving me, Marion---his first love.

I was always mad at my father for separating us. Sometimes I dreamed what life could have been like if we would have stayed together, and not being torn from each other.

Why did I ever leave him?

Indy and I looked each other in the eyes, then he took me in his arms, and we shared a kiss.

Pure, sweet, bliss.