Disclaimer: I do not own Indiana Jones in any way, sadly. I am not making any money off of this drabble, so please don't send any blood-thirsty Nazis after me. Thank you and remember to have your ticket!
A/N: This idea actually came to my roommate while we were watching "The Last Crusade" at two in the morning. But we both decided to write a drabble and see whose was more interesting, though mine is a bit long to be a drabble. So here's my bit and I hope you like! This takes place on the blimp after Indy pushes Vogel out the window for having "no ticket" and before Henry and Indy have to fly the biplane.
Indiana Jones was back in his work clothes and happy about it. Now he just had to survive a zeppelin ride with his father and hope no more Nazi fanatics came looking for either of them. Indy definitely did not want to meet up with any of them anytime soon.
Sitting down at a table, his father across from him, Indy decided now was a good time to sit for a while before something bad happened, as it undoubtedly did. He laid his head on his folded arms and had nearly dozed off for a bit when he was rudely interrupted by a not-so-gentle poke on his shoulder. Raising his eyes to see his father's questioning gaze, Indy simply said, "What now, Dad?"
"Explain something to me, Junior." He pointed to a random page in his diary, but when Indy's eyes focused on the upside-down image, he realized it wasn't so random after all. "Why is Adolf Hitler's signature in my diary? And on one of my drawings? It takes me a while to draw these things and you know I work hard on them! I don't want this filth in my diary." Henry sounded distressed and Indy wanted to crawl under the table and forget about the whole book-burning and Hitler incident.
"Aw, damn," Indy said, pulling his fedora over his face. "Why'd you have to see that while I was still in the room?" he mumbled. "It's your fault, really. Leading us into the lion's den and all that."
"But it's Hitler's signature! Couldn't you have avoided him? He was just one man in a crowd of thousands, Junior." Henry didn't seem to want to give up so easily.
Indy pushed his hat back up and gave his father an incredulous look. "One, stop calling me that. And two, it's Hitler. We were the only people there who weren't trying to grovel at his feet. I just kind of got whisked away with the mob." He flung out his arm for emphasis.
Henry looked back at the page and creased his brow. Finally, he sighed and said, "Well, I suppose I could save this as a funny anecdote in the future. An anecdote in the lives of the Joneses." He chuckled.
Indy kept looking at him with the same expression on his face until he sensed a presence next to the table. It was a waiter with spirits in hand. He looked at father and son questioningly.
Father and son looked at each other and slowly smiled. Turning to the waiter, the responded in unison.
"Yes."