The sun was only just rising when Dr. Indiana Jones began his day. His wife, Marion was fast asleep as he made his way into the bathroom to shower. By the time he was out and dressed, he could smell breakfast in the kitchen. Years of motherhood had made Marion quite the cook.

"Indy!" She called from the kitchen. "Can you get Mutt down here? I have to watch the eggs." Indy sighed.

"Sure, honey." He made his way to his son's bedroom and knocked on the door. "Mutt, breakfast."

On a normal day, the younger Jones would be out of bed and wolfing down breakfast, but today was different. Today was the first day of the new semester. Technically, it was the third day as he had managed to escape the first two days of school by leaving in the morning on his bike and returning at the appropriate time while actually out at the shop or with his friends.

"I'm not hungry." Mutt growled from behind the door. His voice was muffled by his pillow.

"Come on now, your mother went through all the trouble of making it for you. You need to be alert during your classes." Indy told him.

"I ain't going to no stinkin' classes."

"Yes you are. You've got five minutes to get downstairs or I'm dragging you out myself."

"I ain't going."

"Five minutes, Mutt. Five minutes."

Indy sat down at the dining room table where a plate of eggs and toast were awaiting him. A dish of sausage was settled in the middle of the table. As he made an attempt to take a bite, out of nowhere Marion appeared and slapped his hand.

"Wait for Mutt. Where is that boy?"

"He'll be down." He tried to eat again only to be thwarted once more.

"I asked you to get him down." Marion said, exasperated. "Mutt, get down here right now! And you'd better be dressed!"

"No!" Was the wall muffled reply.

"Mutt, I mean it!"

"Listen to your mother, boy." Indy interjected.

The sound of something hard hitting the wall was followed by a bit of rustling and incomprehensible swearing and finally the angry stomping of feet down stairs. Mutt appeared in the archway in a suit and tie, all freshly pressed. His hair was combed back as usual and he had a sour look on his face.

Indy tried to stifle a laugh. Marion smacked him with an oven mitt.

"Don't you look handsome." She crooned. Mutt simply glared at her as he yanked off his tie and tried to unbutton his shirt.

"I'm not going. I look like an idiot."

"Honey, you look fine, now eat your breakfast."

"Mom, no. I'm not gonna eat and I'm not going to school."

"Grow up, Mutt. You're not six." Indy cut in. Mutt tried to reply but his father gave him a warning look. "Eat."

The younger snatched up a piece of toast and stuffed it into his mouth whole.

"Happy?" He snapped through the food. Indy smirked and went on with his breakfast. The pair at in silence until the father took his plate and placed it in the sink

"Hurry up, I've got to drive you-" He began only to be cut off.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. If I have to go I'm going by myself."

"Really now, sport? And where exactly have you been the last two days of class? Your professors told me you were absent. All of them."

Mutt's face grew surly again. "I don't see the point in going at all; I'm just going to flunk out of all my classes anyway." He muttered.

"What was that?" Indy asked.

"Nothing."

Mutt ducked as Indy pulled into a spot in the Marshall College teacher's parking lot. The elder Jones rolled his eyes and got out of the car, going around to open the passenger side door.

"Out." He said. Mutt checked to see if anyone was around to see him before quickly jumping out of the car and trying to get away. Indy stopped him and held out his hand. "Give it to me." Mutt fished through his pockets and handed his father the switchblade. "Thank you."

"Can I go now?" Mutt asked.

"Yes, now go on and don't be late to class." Indy told him. Mutt hurried off in the direction of the main entrance leaving Indiana to gather his lesson plans.

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