Years

I'm back. I realized how boring my life is without this fic in my life. Here's the beginning of the sequel.

I pulled my car up into the driveway, and immediately realized who was here. I tore out of the car and ran through the door and into Dad's study.

"Dr. Jones!"

"Well, if it isn't my high school graduate. I can't believe you're so big. It seems like yesterday you were fourteen." I couldn't help but smile. That was a… interesting year. "How did we finish out the year?"

"Valedictorian."

"That's my smart girl." It was then Dad walked into the room and I hugged him. Things had gotten a lot better between us these past four years. We talked all the time and he helped me with homework as I cooked dinner.

"So, Dr. Jones, since you're back… does that mean you found something?" I couldn't help but be hopeful. The three of us had gone on a few small adventures, but nothing exciting or as awesome as the first one.

Grandpa nodded. "This one is huge. So huge in fact, I got this letter yesterday. That's why I rushed on over here." He handed me an envelope.

Dr. Jones,

Stop. We know what you are looking for and you shall never find it. It is our full right. Back out now or face the consequences. Jones's need to stick to their own business.

The Merlin's

"Who the heck are the Merlin's?"

"I honestly have no idea. But I was looking into was about Guinevere. She-"Just then the doorbell rang and I raced to it, knowing exactly who it was. "Who's that?"

I threw open the door and jumped into Kevin's arms. He smiled that amazing smile and gave me a peck on the cheek. Grandpa was asking in the background who it was, but Dad and I had ground-rules. He didn't bother us unless I or he welcomed him in the conversation, which I usually did.

Kevin was a history major and my beau for the past two years. He played soccer and was third in his class. He knew everything about me, other than the fact that my family was THE Jones's.

"She has a boyfriend!" I flinched.

"That's my Grandpa." No sooner did I say his name than he came bursting into the room.

"You must be the legendary Dr. Jones. It is such a pleasure to meet you." Kevin was very polite around my family. He knew they were professors. "So anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to go out."

"I'd love too. But my Grandpa's here and we were in the middle of some important research."

"Alright. Well is there anything I can do to help?"

"I don't-"

"Sure. Come on is Kid." Oh, no. My Grandpa had just nick-named him. Dad seemed to pick up on my stress, but there was no stopping Grandpa.

"Dad."

"I know." It was then it all started. We all heard the window break and we rushed up to Dad's room. There were five men standing there. This wasn't good. My boyfriend was looking. But hey, he was bound to find out sometime.

"Give us the clue!"

"No way!" I started off with a punch and Dad followed. We were beating the bad guys up and I failed to notice them grab Kevin and drag him downstairs through the door. I realized a minute later and took off down the stairs to find a car pulling away.

"They want him for a ransom, I'm presuming." I held my hand out.

"Get me the phone." Dad hurried to oblige, knowing I was in serious don't mess with me mode. They had messed with the wrong family. I pressed buttons rapidly.

"Hey. How fast can you get here? Great. Thanks." I hung up and dialed more numbers. "Hi. It's good to hear from you too. Oh, you guessed already. We'll meet you at the air-port." I handed the phone back to Dad. "Now, I have to go dig out my sling-shot."

"Well, I guess I'd better get my things too. I can't let my impulsive daughter go alone."

"Now, what was the treasure?"

"It was said that Guinevere was one of the most powerful women of all history. And that was because of an object given to her by Merlin if she married Arthur. It was a ruby pendant that gave any order she gave out binding and un-breakable."

"I can see why someone may want that."

"I things it's baloney. It's just a fancy necklace meant to be in a museum."

"We'll see Junior. I found a vital clue the other day that traced back to the tomb of King Arthur."

I paused on the stair-case. "Dad, you know we can't go back there. Rachel Anderson clearly stated we can't go back in there."

"But Dad, that didn't stop her from taking pictures of what was down there. Something tells me that's what we need." I continued up the steps and grabbed the familiar hat off my door-knob and placed it on my head. I saw Dad doing the same.

"It looks like we'll have to pay a visit to Rachel Anderson."

Sallah met us at the gate. "You have grown so much these past three years." He gave me a bear hug, and looked thrilled to be back. "Let's just say my life was getting a little boring."

We heard the other two before we saw them.

"I still don't see why I have to carry your bag!"

"It is customary for the guy to carry the girl's bag!"

"I still can't believe we left the dig on such short notice."

"Donald, dig or adventure. Plus, we get to see-"They turned the corner and she spotted me. "Sarah!"

"Molly!" I ran and hugged her. We had stayed in constant communication through letters. After thinking it was the two of us for a while, she became my sister figure. I looked at her finger. "Is this the ring?" She nodded.

"It took him long enough." I walked around her and hugged Donald.

"Hey Sheila. Long time no see. Are we still odd ones out together?"

"Always." The others walked up and customary hellos were exchanged as we briefed them on everything.

"Well, let's get ourselves a plane. We have a boy-friend of Sarah's to save."

"I missed you guys."

We climbed into the plane after Dad checked the pilot. It was his new procedure when we flew anywhere. I don't think he wanted me to fly the plane again.

We were off on another adventure. And I would have no other gang behind me through this.

It's good to have these guys back. I know it's only been a few days, but I missed them. It's alright for a first chapter. The second will get it in the air more. Hope you guys like it. We'll have plenty of drama cooked up as this goes along, and lots of Sarah in peril, because you always got to have Sarah in peril. And piranhas. Our girl has developed a justified phobia against them.