The light had faded, creating dusty shadows throughout the large sitting room

Title: The light had faded . . .

Rating: G

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Indy!!

Authors notes: totally un-beta'd little drabble, came to me this arvo whilst I shoulda been reading for uni . . .

The light had faded, creating dusty shadows throughout the large sitting room. The smell of a roasting chicken permeated the air as Marion snuggled further into the couch. She was warm and safe, her son was warm and safe, and her heart felt full as her eyes rested on the man who now lay along the couch, his head in her lap, his eyes closed. Gently she brushed her fingers through his grey hair; they were both older, perhaps a little wiser, but still crazily in love with each other. She had admitted to him the night before that she hadn't really stopped loving him. He, of course, had asked about Colin, her reply had been short and to the point – I loved him Indy, but he was never you.

She had often wondered if she would ever see Henry "Indiana" Jones Junior again. Of course, her son had reminded her of him every day – the same eyes, ears, light brown hair, and lopsided grin. She had never expected to be desperately contacting him, as she did, some twenty years after their bitter parting. When she had gone to save Ox, she had known it was foolish to go on her own, and as much as she wanted to keep Indy out of her life, in the end she had known she would need his help. And there had been the sting in her intent to save Ox; she couldn't do it on her own, she needed Indy more than she would want to admit.

Indy shifted in his sleep, turning his face towards her, snuggling deeper. He looked young again, the worry wrinkles melted away and a contentedness relaxed his features. Leaning forward, Marion kissed his brow and then his eyelid; she was going to have to move him, she had to check on the chicken. A murmur stopped her attempt to move him.

"What?" she asked, stroking his cheek.

"You missed a spot." His eyes remained closed, but his lips twitched into a sly grin. She frowned for a moment as she pondered what the hell he was talking about, and then it hit her. Of course, the night on the ship, escaping the Nazi's with the Ark, an injured Indy and a relieved Marion trying to clean him up. Smiling, she leant down and pressed her lips to his.