It was late in the evening and all of the guests had left. Only Indiana Jones, his father and a mountain of dishes remained. The evening had been pleasant if quiet, with only Indy, Henry Sr., Marcus Brody and a few more close friends. To Indy's embarrassment, he had been the main topic of discussion; Marcus and the others having related some of his adventures to Henry Sr. A great part of the evening, for Indy anyways, had been spent trying to make what the others related sound less dangerous. His father, though, who had joined him on one of his most dangerous adventures yet, was not fooled. More than once Indy felt himself subjected to a disapproving and worried frown from his father, even though Henry refrained from saying anything.

Now that they were alone, Henry felt justified in voicing his thoughts.

"I've already told you that sharing your adventures is an interesting experience", he said, "and so is hearing about them. But it's disconcerting as well, my boy. Almost all of those stories include you nearly getting yourself killed."

Indy immediately went defensive. With a shrug he took a sip from the glass of wine he was holding.

"It' what I do, dad", he said nonchalantly, "Too bad if you got a problem with it."

Henry frowned.

"First of all, don't take that tone with me", he said sternly, "Second of all, I never said I had a problem with it."

"Then what are you complaining about?" Indy said, his voice rising.

"I'm not complaining, Junior. I'm saying that I find it worrying that my only child is out risking his life most of the time. Can't you understand that?"

Indy looked away from his father. Of course he could, but what did his dad want him to do? The expeditions had become part of his life, whether he wanted to or not.

"Junior…", his father sighed, "come on, talk to me."

"Of course I understand, dad", Indy said silently, "it's just… What do you want me to do?"

"Take it easy for a year", Henry said and raised his hand to stop Indy from interrupting, "No dangerous, near-death, globetrotting expeditions for a year. Promise me that."

Indy opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again. He didn't know what to say. It was a reasonable demand. He had expected worse to be honest. So maybe he should just be grateful he had his dad back and make the promise. He needed time to catch up on his work, that was for sure…

"All right, dad. I promise."

Henry smiled proudly at him and reached for the bottle of wine on the table. He poured some into his own glass and then filled Indy's glass.

"So", he said, "Where you really possessed by the spirit of Kali?"


A/N: Thank you to everyone who has read this. This will be a multi-chapter fic (my first! Hurray!) and the up-dates may come somewhat sporadically. The first two or three chapters are nearly finished though, so you should see them up shortly.

Now, on to more important things. This fic will focus mainly on Indy and Henry's relationship. There is a plot, though. ;) Most of the stuff in the story is made up by me and may not be correct…

As I said, the main focus of this fic is the father/son relationship and for those of you who have read other stuff I've written know that I write discipline fics, i.e. spanking fics. So far, the story doesn't contain spanking but it might in the future. If so, I will of course change the summary to include a warning and also put a warning at the beginning of the chapter. I just thought it was fair to tell everyone.

Please leave a review and tell me what you think. Thanks. :D