Disclaimer: Indiana Jones and the franchise don't belong to me, never had, never will. I will return everyone when I'm done in one piece, I promise.
July 1937:
It was a hazy, hot, humid, mid summer's day, but none of that seemed to matter to Henry Walton "Indiana" Jones, Jr. He stood in a suit of white, minus his famous fedora, across from him stood in a long gown of white, his bride, Marion Ravenwood, soon to be Marion Jones.
A week ago, Indy had left Marion sitting on a park bench saying that it would never work out. He drove for quite some time before finding himself in front of Marcus's house. A long talk between the two helped him realize that if he were to back out now, he would be making the worst mistake of his life. Later that night, he drove to Marion's and made up, ending up in the same bed together a week before the wedding…
"Do you Henry Walton Jones, Jr. take this woman Marion Ravenwood to be your lawful wedded wife?" the preacher began snapping Indy back to the present.
With a big smile, and a slight laugh, "I do," replied the groom.
The preacher turned to Marion, "Do you Marion Ravenwood take this man Henry Walton Jones, Jr. to be lawful wedded husband?"
Indy smiled at Marion who smiled back. It didn't matter what the preacher said anymore.
"I do," Marion said.
"I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride," the preacher said.
Marion threw her bouquet that she was holding at the preacher who caught it with a look of surprise, and threw herself into Indy's arms time stood still as they shared their first kiss as Dr. and Mrs. Henry Jones…