A/N: Alright, this is my first Indiana Jones fic. but hopefully not my last. Please review! I'm really new to this category, though I am a writer on this website through another name. This is basically how Indy and Marion met and her thoughts on the subject. None of these are going to be over 1000 words. Thats the point.

My name is Marion Elena Ravenwood, daughter of the world famous archaeologist, Abner Ravenwood

Today is my seventeenth birthday.

And so far, its been the absolute crappiest day of my Goddamn life. No lie.

Why? Might you ask?

Apparently, no one remembered it was my birthday today. No one.

Shall I tell the whole story??

Well, you don't have any choice in the matter, so you're going to hear it anyway.

You see, my dad and I have a kind of tense relationship. Ever since my mother died when I was little, he's immersed himself in his work and left me out. Sure, I come with him on all of his trips around the world looking for objects that are far more important to him than me, but in reality, I feel like there is a glass window between the two of us. Which is why I call him Abner. When mom died, I lost all respect for him.

But on my birthday, however, its as if mom never died. I call him dad and for once, he leaves his work alone and spends time with me, his only daughter. I'm nice and dress like a normal human girl (stockings, dress and everything...bleck) and in return, he spoils me for just one day.

So, you must be thinking, but Marion, if you think its so great on your birthday, then why is it so crappy today?

Because my bloody father ruined my life, that's why.

Yes, yes I'll tell you how.

I woke up late this morning just because I could. It was a school day, but Abner never makes me go to school on my birthday. I was free to roam Chicago University until my feet were black and blue.

I figured Abner (I now refuse to call him dad. Even on my birthday) had something special planned like dinner or a trip to the school theater. I mean, it is my birthday after all!

So I practically soared out of bed and ran downstairs, not bothering to slip on my wraps. (You know, that thing you are supposed to slip over your nightgown when in the presence of a guy or whatever. More womanly crap to deal with..) I tripped while going down the stairs, nearly catapulting myself out the window and knocking over a Babylonian vase that is some thousand years old. Don't get me wrong, I knew Abner would be furious when he found out about this, but trust me, with my klutziness, it happens all the time.

I threw open the door to Abner's study, not even bothering to knock.

"Good morning, Ben!" I shouted to our butler, giving him a strangling hug. (Hey, we've had this guy with us for about ten years now, so I think some affection is in order!).

I skipped rather clumsily over to Abner, who was siting in his chair by the fireplace, his legs crossed and his face hidden underneath his newspaper. I placed my hands on his knees. "Good morning Daddy!" I called, savoring the taste of the word 'daddy' on my tongue. When he didn't answer, I pulled the paper down from in front of his face.

When I saw who was really behind the paper, the following words went through my head: Oh. Shit.

A man, who was definitely not Abner, grinned up at me, an easy going smile plastered on his face. He gave me a blink of pleasant surprise, turned to Ben and asked, "Whose the girl with the green eyes?"

I couldn't do anything at that moment but run up to my room, both in terror that a stranger saw my in my nightgown and in anger that Abner was not there to celebrate my birthday.

I've been up here for three hours now.

Life sucks.

A/N: Ok, did you like it? Could you please review? If I don't get good reviews, I'll probably take the story off the website. I plan to do shorts just like this but they will get more interesting, I promise!