Hi! I don't own anything to do with Indiana Jones and the films. I write this because I have always wondered. I have slightly altered the truth and brought in several new characters and scenarios but I hope you like. So please read and review. Erika Jayne.

January 1958 - Dallas, Texas - 02:22 am

Pulling my apron tight around my waist I try and summon some enthusiasm.

Unfortunately it doesn't work, as it appears my enthusiasm left me, along with any sense of hope.

Grabbing a large pot of black coffee I head towards the bar and the half asleep truckers.

"Hey darling any coffee?" I fix my warmest smile on my face as I look down at the man who is hunched over a map.

"Sure sugar." He looks up at me as he fixes his gaze on me a large smile forms on his face. "Well look what the cat dragged in."

"Christ, Christopher is that really you?" I beam. "You have a beard, it actually suits you."

He affectionately runs his hand over his salt and pepper beard.

"It is me. Where have you been? What happen? I thought you were never coming back." I try not to sigh, it would have been lovely not to have come back.

Pouring the coffee I reply with a mischievous smile.

"I was in Egypt." I lower my voice. "I was so close." I tut. "But I lost it."

"Well I am sure whatever it is you are after you will find it." He gently pats my hand. "You are a clever girl, you have world smarts and book smarts."

"Thanks Christopher."

He turns his attention back to the map before him and head on over to another customer.

"Coffee."

"No thank you." His voice is brisk so I move on without a second thought.

After making sure the customers are satisfied I find my tired old stool, which I place near the cash register. On the counter I have several battered books and a notepad that has seen better days.

The night ticks on and I know that very soon the place will be empty and I will be able to get back to my work.

Slowly but surely the customers leave, Christopher is the last one to leave, he pauses in the doorway to the diner.

"Hey, remember be careful there are a lot of people out there who would kill for things a lot less than what you are after."

"Sure Christopher." I say uncertainly as my hand gently rubs my ribs, which currently are bruised after a slightly less than perfect trip at Cairo Airport.

I turn my attention back to mopping the black and white chequered floor.

There is something about his tone that makes me feel uncomfortable, what does he know that I don't.

Shaking my shoulders I hope to shake the feeling, it works well until the door opens again.

"Hi, what can I get for you?" I turn and look into the eyes of my twin brother, resting my arm on the top of the mop, I state flatly.

"What do you want Mutt?"

"Is that any way to greet your brother?" He holds open his arms expectantly.

"Probably not but hey, I'm all for going against tradition." I make sure my feet are routed to the spot and a brown eyebrow arched.

"Fair enough." Mutt, shoves his hands in the back pockets of his black jeans.

"How did you find me?" I rest the mop against the counter and head behind it, picking up a pot of coffee as I feel I am going to need a lot of coffee to get through this conversation.

"Easy enough, if you know where to look." He shrugs and sits down on a stool opposite me, as I pour him a coffee. "I nearly had you in Cairo airport." A slight smile has formed on his face.

"Mutt!" I shout. "You were there? Why didn't you help? I mean I was jumped and you did nothing."

"Well it appeared that you had everything under control." He half heartedly shrugs. "Look sis there is no easy way to say this but Mums married." Mutt states flatly as he takes a sip of his coffee.

"To who? I mean, she can't be. I mean it's only been what? Thirteen years? That isn't enough time to grieve a man you loved." I appear to be babbling. "It's just wrong. She shouldn't have. What about dad?"

"Look I know dad was our dad but he wasn't our real dad. He was just dad."

"Wow Mutt that is really nice." I fight back the tears.

"Anyway Mum did send you an invite. Well she sent it to your last known address in California." Mutt shrugs.

"Are you really not bothered about this?" I fold my arms across my chest.

"Look, the guy is a really nice guy. He's going to treat her right and whatever history they had together means they really love each other."

"Wait!" I throw my hands up in the air, "You are talking like you know him? How did they meet? How did you meet him?"

"Right, don't freak out okay." Mutt's brown eyes fix on mine.

I again hold my hands ups and wait for my brother to continue.

"Well you know we had the whole incident with Oxley and then the trip to Akator and things."

"I know of it, I mean it's not like I could have helped at all." I shrug.

"You don't make it easy to find you quickly and I didn't have time to play games." There is an angry edge to his voice.

"Well when Oxley went missing and then mum sort of went missing." He takes another sip of coffee. "I went to the one man who I thought would be able to help and the one person I knew mum would trust to help us. Doctor Jones."

"Ugh!" I groan and rest my elbows on the counter. "If I hear one more thing about that stupid Doctor Jones! Oh he is amazing, he has donated so much time to the museum. We owe so many of our exhibits to Doctor Jones."

"This just got a little more complicated."

"Oh no!" I cover my mouth in shock. "She's married him hasn't she?"

My brother does not need to say anything his face confirms it and I swear I might actually scream.