Disclaimer: I do not own Indiana Jones or any related characters. I do own Indianne. I made her up. She's an original character. I am NOT getting paid for this. I just have some spare time and I have an extremely overactive imagination.

A/N: I'm going to make Short Round thirteen in this story.

Summary: Nobody knows her. No body, except her father and his friends. She has no friends. She is home schooled and has yet to discover her true self. She believes she is a nobody. Now, this thirteen-year-old will discover what kind of somebody she is……..

The Legacy of Indianne Jones

Part 1: Trouble & Annoyances.

A figure stood in the shade of an apple tree. The figure was jumping up at the last apple on the tree. The figure landed and was about to jump again when someone called to it.

"Indianne, what are you doing?"

"Trying to reach that apple, Dad," said Indianne, moving below the lowest branch of the tree. She then jumped, grabbing the branch and pulling herself up.

"Indianne Jones! You better be careful," said her father: the famous Indiana Jones.

"Dad, I'll be fine. I am your daughter, after all." answered the thirteen-year-old.

"I can't argue with you, there." Indiana scratched his head as he watched his daughter climb the tree to the branch just below the apple.

"GOT IT!" she yelled before she started to loose her balance. "Uh-oh. WHOA!" She fell from the tree, only to be caught by her father, just after she pulled out her whip.

"I could've done it myself, you know" said a very irritated Indianne.

"Yeah. And get a concussion in the process," he answered, putting her down. Indianne just walked up to her room, slamming the door upon entering.

They had just recently gotten back from India. Having ended up there after their plane had crashed. They traveled to Pankot Palace to recover a sacred stone that had been stolen from a nearby village. They nearly lost their lives recovering the stone, because of the infamous Thugee cult. Indianne, Shorty, and Indianne had to endure punches and getting struck on the back (and in Indianne and Shorty's case the face) by whips before they could escape, but they eventually did. Before landing in India, they had been in Shanghai. While there, they found Short Round, a thirteen-year-old orphan. Indiana took him in after he found out that Shorty's parents were killed when the Japanese bombed Shanghai.

He came back to America with them. Indianne secretly had a crush on Shorty, but she would never admit to it. She couldn't. Not aloud. Not even in her room. Her room was beside Shorty's and there was a vent in the wall that connected the rooms. Indy and Shorty would talk to each other through it. The vent became annoying when one of them was attempting a private conversation (or being yelled at or scolded by Indiana) and the other would eavesdrop. Although, Indianne had to admit that she liked the vent. She especially liked the ventwhen she or Shorty (or both) were grounded, which happened often.

Indiana did not know about the vent. This was because it was close to the floor and easy to hide. Indianne hid it behind a box that held nothing but a bunch of junk that she had no other place for. She called it 'the Junk Box'. Shorty did the same. They knew that if Indiana found out about the vent, he would get rid of it and board up the spot where it resides.

"Indy, why you slam your door?" asked a voice through the vent. Apparently, Shorty had moved the box in front of his side of the vent.

"Dad's ticking me off …… again. He treats me like a kid. I fell outta the apple tree, and he caught me just after I pulled out my whip to catch myself." She answered.

"You better hope you don't get yourself grounded again for slamming the door."

"Too late. Here comes Dad, now. Quick! The vent!" She quickly moved the box in front of the vent and stood up as Indiana opened the door.

"Young lady, how many times have I told you not to slam this door?" he asked with more than hint of anger in his voice. She merely mumbled a random number. "What was that?"

"Three thousand four hundred and seventy-two," she answered quietly, suddenly finding the ground very interesting. His expression became that of a confused man.

"I counted," she said, looking up at him quickly, and then she once again became interested in the floor.

"Oh …… Kay." He turned to leave and stopped at the door. "By the way, you're grounded."

"How long am I grounded?"

"Two weeks." He left, closing the door behind him.

"Ugh," the teenager groaned, banging her head against the wall. She smacked the wall with her head about five or six more times. Afterwards, Indiana called from downstairs, "Stop hitting the wall."

The only response he got was a muffled "whatever". "What?" "Nothing."