Welcome to Marshall College

Author's Note: Okay, I have absolutely NO idea where I'm taking this story. My muse apparently wanted me to write this lol. Anyway, let me know what you guys think and since I'm drawing a blank here right now, I'm open for suggestions for future chapters (ideas are most certainly appreciated). Thanks!

Summary: (Mummy/Indiana X-over). The daughter of Rick and Evelyn O'Connell begins to attend Marshall College for Indy's archaeology program. A new adventure begins and a romance begins to bloom (Mutt/OC).

Prologue

Dr. Henry Jones Jr., well known by close friends and family as Indy or Indiana, sat absently at his desk, his features scrunching up in brief confusion as his superior gushed out his newfound excitement over a new applicant applying for Marshall College… "Charles, I don't get it. What the hell's the big deal about this kid, anyway?"

Charles' brow furrowed as he stopped, his eyes narrowing as he pinned his companion down with a heavy, incredulous glare. "My God, Man! You really don't know who she is, do you?"

Indiana shrugged. "As far as I'm concerned, Charles, she's just another applicant applying for my archaeology program and nothing more."

"Nothing MORE?" Charles sputtered. "For god sakes, Jones, this applicant, this girl, is the daughter of Evelyn O'Connell!"

Indiana frowned, his eyebrow arching as he asked, "…who?"

Charles rolled his eyes. "My God, if you weren't so good at your job, I'd have to reconsider your position here as associate dean just for this mere moment of stupidity alone. Evelyn O'Connell is the daughter of the famous Egyptologist, Merrick Carnahan, and had once been a pupil of Dr. Terrence Bay at the Cairo Museum."

Indiana stopped himself in mid-reach for another paper, a look of pure astonishment crossing his face. "Merrick Carnahan?"

"Yes! Not too mention…" Charles started, but then began to feign boredom, "but, oh, what's the use in divulging such information…? I imagine you wouldn't want to hear the rest seeing that you view her as just another applicant, anyway…"

Gritting his teeth, Indy gave his companion a pointed look. "Charles," he growled, "I've known you for far too long, old friend, to not know when you're trying to bait me so cut to the chase and get out with it already."

Charles chuckled. "Alright… fair enough, I suppose. I was also going to inform you that Mrs. O'Connell had also led an undocumented expedition in 1927 to the city of Hamunaptra with her now current husband, Richard O'Connell."

Indiana gazed at him with skeptical indifference, a dry laugh escaping his lips. "Hamunaptra?"

Charles nodded.

"Hamunaptra?" Indy repeated, "as in 'the city of the dead', Hamunaptra, where Seti I. buried the wealth of Egypt, Hamunaptra?"

Charles rolled his eyes. "Well, of course, Man, is there any other city of the like? Good God, Jones, have you gone daft or is your hearing not as good as it used to be?"

Indiana gave him a level stare. "You know damn well that it's neither, Charles, just as you should damn well know that that city is nothing more than a legend!"

Charles, not perturbed in the least, merely crossed his arms in agitation while giving his assistant dean a pointed stare in return. "Right, old chap," he began sarcastically, "and I imagine just as well that all of your little adventures that I've heard so much about over the years are also nothing more than legends and bedtime stories…"

Indiana rolled his eyes heavenward before breathing out of his nose heavily… "Okay, Charles," he conceded, "if this woman is so damn popular that she had even led such an expedition, why haven't I heard of her and what is she doing that is so grand that she's wanting her own daughter to attend this university? Huh?"

Charles smiled. "Well, to begin, let's just say some of her findings were secretly donated to the Cairo Museum, all of which can be dated back to Seti I's reign and her accounts, all of them, are held in secrecy with the Bembridge scholars themselves."

"Oh," Indiana responded with a grin, "so, in other words, even if I wanted to verify her findings myself I would have absolutely no access to her so-called records… this woman could damn well be a nutcase, Charles, and just out of curiosity, how did you come by all of this background history on her?"

"She isn't a nutcase, Henry," Charles replied, "that I can most definitely assure you. As for how I attained my information, I have sources of my own-"

"No doubt the Bembridge dandies, I imagine," Indiana scoffed.

"No," Charles informed him with a lopsided grin, "an old colleague of mine who, shall I say, appointed the information to me… and, as I've heard, Mrs. O'Connell has become quite the novelist about her adventures, even if most believe it's fictional."

Indy couldn't help but chuckle. "Riiight."

"But of course," Charles continued, "her daughter has applied here due to 'lack of proper conduct', shall we say, befitting of a student…? I do have to admit, Henry, she does have quite a colorful history with Oxford."

"What?"

Charles grinned. "From what I've come to notice about her transcripts, she reminds me a lot of someone that we both know currently attending this university-"

Indy couldn't help but grumble, already knowing where the subject was leading toward. "-Junior."

"Precisely-"

Looking up at his old friend and knowing there was a scheme in the midst behind Charles Stanforth's deep gray eyes, Indy raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Okay, Charles, Just what is it that you have in mind? I recognize a plot when I see one and you're way too easy to read and you damn well know it."

Charles couldn't help but smile impishly as he began, "wouldn't it be interesting, Henry, to learn about the O'Connell's history? Maybe even get your own son more interested in his studies by beginning your semester with assigned partners…?"

"Charles," Indy growled, "I am not looking to find a date for my son."

If possible, Charles' smile widened, nearly cracking his face, in Indy's opinion. "No, old chap, I find providence where it is needed. For instance, Ms. Lily O'Connell might have a colorful background like your son but her grades in ancient and medieval studies are impeccable and above average... and let's face it, Henry, your son needs more influence in his studies. Ms. O'Connell, I think, may perhaps make an excellent impact and, by per chance of course, if they do indeed get along, you might even make the acquaintance of her adventurer parents as well-"

"Now I know this is a plot," Indy grumbled.

Charles laughed. "I know you can never resist a good adventure story similar to your own, good boy, and by this applicant's entry into our institution and your program, I imagine you'll get to kill two birds with one stone."

Indy sighed heavily, his eyes roving pensively from his desk and back to his hopeful companion again.

The old man was relentless. Sometimes with those of Charles Stanforth's ilk you were torn between either wanting to throttle them… or applaud them for their ingenuity.

"Oh, come on, Henry," Charles encouraged, "This is by far the most entertaining and promising turn of events that has yet to happen to you in a year since you were married concerning your son and you damn well know it."

"You have a good point there," Indy conceded, then gave his friend and superior a pointed glare. "… Alright. But, if this blows up in my face, you are going to be taking the fall and you can explain all of this to Marian yourself, not me. Got it?"

Charles beamed, obviously quite smug with himself, much to Indy's disgust… "You can send the acceptance letter then, old chap, and may I recommend-"

"No, Charles, you may not."

Flashing him another impish grin, Charles lifted his hands up in mock surrender. "Very well then, Henry, I'll leave you to your work."

"Good. I'll see you tomorrow."

After his office door clicked shut, Indy couldn't help but grumble his disapproval. "… I better not regret this."