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Pharah Jones has MAJOR SPOILERS FOR KOTCS!!

Note: I do not claim that any of these events are true or accurate. Please do not hammer me for innaccuracy. Infact, it is all made up. I hope this is alright. Also, I do not know that age of Mutt so I decided 19 looked about acurrate.

Chapter I

A red head was buried tight in her sheets, sprawled across the twin-sized bed. India was an odd place for the fairly American girl . . . From beneath the covers, you couldn't see the girl that well. Her red head was shown from beneath the covers and you could tell she was American, from the pale skin. She opened her eyes at the shouting. They shown a brown, and were an exceptional beauty.

"Pharah Marion!" was the shouting of an Indian man from the outside of her door. "Dammit, girl! Wake up!"

"Dad-dy," muttered the girl known as Pharah, as she sat up straight and opened the door. "Why must I be awaken at such an hour? School's out and I should get to sleep in!"

"Pharah," said Arrak, her "father", with a sigh. "It's nearly noon." He walked off with an additional sigh. Arrak was a fairly young man and didn't look the right age to be a father to a nineteen year old. He had a structure that resembled a god's and was handsome. He looked only in his mid-thirties, at the oldest.

Pharah shut her door tight and got dressed. She combed her bushy hair and looked at herself in the mirror. She was gorgeous, and mature looking. She stood short, though. Only about 5'0, maybe even 4'11. But she wasn't one to complain about her height. She was very odd, too. She didn't wear dresses, or saris, or anything of the sort. A nice button down top and a pair of khaki pants or shorts were a nice fit for her. Her combat boots were odd, too. She looked more like an adverturess than a lady, that's for sure!

Her room was filled with books. Books, not of romance and lovers, but adventure, mystery, and horror. Her favorite book of all time was Mary Shelley's Frankenstein and it was hard for her to quit reading. Instead of desks and drawers and shelves, she had books galore. Ontop of some books, she had more books. She had a gaslamp ontop of a pile of books and in the corner of her room, she had a clothes hamper which was rather small.

She had wondered, always, what an American girl like herself was doing in India. She didn't belong there, she knew. She knew her father wasn't her father and that she had a real family, somewhere . . .

She turned her head as she heard her window slide open. She jumped at the sight of the person climbing through her window. "Jesus! Who are you?"

A man who looked 24 at the most motioned for her to come. "I have truth about your family," he whispered, and Pharah automatically responded. How could she trust him, though? Why would she trust him, even? It was insane! But - She wanted to know.

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"Mom!" was Henry "Mutt" Jones III response as he heard the front door open and his mother and father walked in, their fingers intertwined.

Marion Jones let go of her husbands grasps and hugged her son, smiling. "How've you been? Have you gotten into any trouble?"

"Of course he has," said Indiana as he ruffled the ninteen year old boy's hair.

"Hey! Watch it!" He retrieved his comb from his pocket and, like any typical greaser, ran it through his hair. Wow. He was just the same as he had before they'd left. Maybe it was time for a chance? But then again, they wouldn't love Mutt if he was any different, would they? Mutt was a good kid, and he had gone back to school, for them.

"You haven't changed any," said Marion with a roll of her eyes. She sat on the couch. "What have you done here?" She looked around her house, which was now enveloped in historic artifacts. Incan artifacts, from what she could see.

"Just a little treasure hunting while you were away."

"In three month, you collected all this?" Marion sounded suprised.

"You sound suprised! He is my son, sweetie."

"True . . . What's this?" Marion picked up a piece of artifact and studied it. It was wooden, and had Incan sketching on it. "What's it say, Indy?"

"I've never seen anything like this, where'd you get it, son?"

"India."

"How'd you get to India and back after all this treasure hunting in three months?"

"The same way you did."

"We didn't go to India."

"Same difference."

"Why would there be Incan articacts in India?" Marion was curious.

"Dunno, but they were."

"The eagle flies with the dove to the mountain to find the golden heart." read Indy and Marion looked at him.

"What does that mean?"

"It means we're going to India."

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