The Heart of The Galaxy

Rating- Pg13

Fandom - Public Enemies, Indiana Jones

Warnings - none

Disclaimer - I own nothing

Part 1 -

The first bright rays of the sun just rising over the savannah was the first sight that Jarrod Brines saw that morning. They had been three months in this bit of land and yet, hadn't found what they were seeking. It was rather disheartening. It was said that a hidden mineral out post was to be found at the very spot that they camped. But they hadn't been able to find anything, the drill had broken several times all ready and his men were beginning to become angry at the lack of wealth.

He took out a cigarette and lit it calmly as their breakfast was being prepared. He heard the drill being started and took a long deep breathe of the fresh African air. If they didn't find it today, they would go home. Declare it all a mishap and try again when he had backers enough to trust him with more money.

He returned to his tent to await till something happened. He had just sat down in his chair, when a young Native boy ran into his tent; "Sir, we've found something!" the English wasn't at all good, but the boy had at least gotten it out in some semblance of understanding and Jarrod followed. He ran to the site of their drill where others stood around, their white teeth of wide grins almost blinded him.

He looked down, and could hardly believe his eyes.

* * *

Chicago

Mutt Jones rolled his eyes as his old man started lecturing when he didn't even know it. His grades weren't good enough to get into the university, to be quite honest, he hadn't even finished high school. His mechanical mind, though interested in history, wasn't the sort of mind to be kept in a box to learn a bunch of tripe he'd never have use for in the real world.

"Okay, okay, gee!" he ran his comb through his hair.

"You sound like a teacher all ready, Associate Dean!" Mutt said sarcastically. Professor Henry Jones Jr. the Second gave his son a withering look.

"I just want you to have a good education. You won't get ahead in the world otherwise," he tried to explain, he had explained it many times, yet Mutt never seemed to get it.

"Okay, okay. So I can't get into Harvard, what do you want me to do?" Mutt was lounging in the chair, his feet on his fathers desk. Indiana rolled his eyes and pushed the motorcycle boots off the desk. Mutt graciously settled into some civil manner that seemed to make the Professor happier.

"I know that, that's why I am sending you to the Chicago Boy's School," Indiana informed the lad with a huge smile.

"Not another prep school! Haven't I been through enough of those?" Mutt groaned.

"It'll build character," Indiana huffed back.

"You want to know what builds character?" Mutt asked as he stood up.

"What's that, Junior?"

"Having you as a father," and with that he marched out of the office.

* * *

Marion had to do something, so she dragged her son along on her errands. She wasn't going to let him mope about in his bedroom .

"Mom, it's a prep school," Mutt groused. They stood in line at the Chicago Bank and Trust. It was a vaulted room made out of marble. People in suits with fedora's or women with their furs stood about doing their own business. He was the only one who looked quite out of his league in his jeans and leather jacket. He pulled his comb through his hair. Marion's clue that her son was getting upset over nothing.

"Mutt, it's a different sort of school," she informed him.

"Really? How can that be?" Mutt asked.

"Indy went there when he was a child," Marion replied.

"Great, I bet I'll have old fossils as well," Mutt sighed in aggravation.

"Look, you still live with us, so your going to school, otherwise you shall have to just find your own way and I for one don't want to let you do that any time soon, can't you just try? Maybe you'll like?' she asked. They were able to take step forward and the line moved.

"Fine, but I won't like it," Mutt replied.

"That's all I ask for," Marion patted him on the shoulder.

It was as if on queue; three men in fluttering, long coats with their fedora's leaned over their eyes walked into the bank, the only difference was the Tommy-guns they all sported. One vaulted over the marbled desk of the teller station. Two others took our the guards.

"Mom, who are these guys?" Mutt whispered.

"We're the Dillinger gang and all we want is the money," the lead man said. He gave Mutt a wink before dragging the bank manager over to the vault while two other men covered. Mutt and Marion watched as the vault was opened and several bags of money were thrown out for the other two to grab.

That done, the lead man came back out. Without preamble he gathered several hostages. Marion wasn't sure what to think when the man grabbed her arm and pulled her away from Mutt.

"Hey! Where're you goin' with my Mom?" Mutt called out.

"Don't worry Junior, you'll see her again," the man called out.

"Hey…only Dad is allowed to call me that!" Mutt angrily yelled as the three men with their hostages made it outside. Knowing that he had to do something, Mutt ran to a window to watch as the man pushed his mother into their ford. He cursed.

He ducked down as a several bullet shots were fired off. One shattered the window, which gave him an out. Without a second thought Mutt jumped the partition and ran for his mothers car. She had the keys, but he had the skills. He had it up and running in seconds and had jammed the gas to catch up to his Mom.

He leaned over and fumbled in the glove compartment. Just as he had known, his father's pistol and whip were there. Perfect. He grabbed the pistol and passed it to his left hand. He aimed it out the window, but low to the grown. He pulled the trigger and a bullet zipped forward. It was a lucky shot, for as he shot over a bump, his bullet had taken out on of the back tires of the ford.

One man let off with his Tommy-gun. Mutt ducked down and floored it. He crashed into the front bumper, which threw off most of the hostages. He could see his mother in the back punching one of the men. They had made a mistake in taking her hostage. She wasn't the sort of woman to stand by and let the men have all the fun. Mutt let off another bullet. It sizzled through the back window of the ford. His mother had ducked right in time and the glass shattered over her.

"Come on mom!" Mutt yelled. Bullets were being fired back at him but he wasn't going home without his mother. She punched her captor in the face, making him fall backwards, she then climbed out of the window and onto the hood of their own black Ford. Mutt swerved dangerously to the right and down a dirt road.

"Mutt!" Marion cried out as she was finally able to get herself into the car by way of the passenger window.

"Yeah Mom?"

"You drive like Indy!" she laughed.

"Yeah well, what can I say, I learned from the best," Mutt replied. He glanced into the review mirror; "Damn," their bank robbers had decided to get revenge, for they were right on their tail.

"What should we do?" Mutt asked.

"Give me the gun," Marion held out her hand and Mutt handed her the gun. She leaned out the passenger window, took aim and fired off two shots. The front wheels of the car exploded and swerved off the road and landed in a ditch.

Mutt crowed wildly and Marion decided it was time for a seatbelt. "Well, I suppose you did learn from the best," Marion sighed, "and for once," she smiled fondly, "I'm glad Indy left his stuff in the car,"

Mutt laughed.

It was just another day in the lives of the Jones Family.