A/N: I was sad that Sean Connery didn't want to make a cameo appearance in KotCS. I was even sadder when I learned that his character had died! So I thought I'd write this little oneshot about what it would be like to have all the Henry Jones's together. We have to use our imagination and pretend that Henry Sr. didn't actually pass away.

Disclaimer: Boo. I don't own Indiana Jones, and I am definitely not making money off of him. (My scotch-taped pickup truck will vouch for that.)

Just a head's up – It's been a while since I've seen Last Crusade, so I don't know if I've quite got Henry Sr.'s character down.

1957. A few months after the honeymoon.

Indiana Jones Jr. sat in the driver's seat of the family car, his face betraying a thousand different emotions. Mutt Williams sat next to him, running a comb through his hair. "We goin' in Pops?"

"Give me a minute."

Mutt remained silent for a few seconds. "I thought you missed your Dad. You're always talkin' about him."

Indy sighed. "It's complicated, kid." A pause. "He's complicated."

There was more silence. Mutt started to fidget. Indy sighed and opened the car door. "Okay, let's go."

As they walked up the steps Indy straightened his fedora, and Mutt ran a comb through his hair again. They reached the door and Mutt raised a hand to knock, but Indy grabbed his arm. He looked his son in the eye. "Listen up, Junior. Your grandpa's a little on the conservative side. So try to keep the wisecracks to a minimum."

Mutt rolled his eyes. "What, he can't handle it?"

"Henry."

Mutt knew that tone. "Fine…geez."

Indiana turned to the door and breathed in. He knocked.

The sound of shuffling footsteps could be heard just before the door was opened, revealing the face of Henry Jones Sr. "Dad!" Indy said with emotion.

"Junior!" He wasn't smiling. Indy reached up to hug him, but stopped when he saw that the man was not going to return the action. "You're ten minutes late."

All the tension that Indy had seemed to be building up popped like a bubble. "Well, I see you haven't changed, Dad."

Henry Sr. scowled at his son, and then turned to look at Mutt. "Who's this?"

Indy hesitated a moment, then said, "Mutt…this is Mutt."

Henry Sr. surveyed the boy, giving him a questioning look. He said nothing, however, and instead reached out to shake Mutt's hand. Mutt took it and gave it a firm shake.

Indy cleared his throat perceptibly. With a glance at his father, Mutt said, "Oh…uh…nice to meet you."

"Yes," was all that Henry Sr. replied before ushering them inside.

--

They ate dinner speaking of the vaguest topics, with mostly Indy telling stories of his expeditions, and Henry Sr. scowling at his son's "reckless" ways. It was not until after they had finished eating that the conversation entered dangerous waters.

"You know, Junior," Henry Sr. began, "I had hoped you would settle down one day. Adventures are for the youth. And you, my boy, are not a youth any longer."

Mutt snickered. Indy ignored his son. "I have settled down, Dad. I'm associate Dean at Marshall college."

"Yes, yes, yes. I know. You wrote it in your letter," Henry Sr. chided. "I only meant…well I had hoped to see you married, and a few grandchildren would have been nice."

The room became noticeably uncomfortable. Mutt's fork was in mid-air.

Luckily, the eldest Jones didn't seem to notice a thing. Indy swallowed…hard. "Mutt, why don't you clean up the plates so I can have a private chat with the professor."

"Ya, sure." Mutt said.

Henry Sr. and Henry Jr. made their way to the living room. Indiana sat in one of the comfy chairs while his father occupied the couch. They sat in silence for a minute.

"Well…have you got something you want to say to me, Junior?"

No avoiding it now. "I got married a few months ago."

Henry Sr.'s face was lined with shock. "You didn't invite me?"

"It was a really quick wedding, Dad. Marion and I had just got back from being held captive in South America, and we just wanted to do it. It would have taken weeks to get you here. There were hardly any people there, anyway."

"That's no excuse. I'm your Father. I should have been invited."

Indiana looked away. How would he even begin to explain about Mutt?

Henry Sr. spoke again. "Marion? So you married Marion after all?" For a moment there seemed to be almost a sparkle of laughter in his father's eye.

"Ya, I know. It took us long enough." Indiana knew that there would be no better moment. "That's not all, Dad. Mutt….he's our son."

Silence.

"…Dad?"

Henry Sr. looked at his son as if he had never seen him before. When he spoke, the words were slow and concise. "That boy in the kitchen…is your son?"

Indiana nodded.

There were a few more moments of silence. Finally Henry Sr. looked at Indiana in the eyes. The gaze was held. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get him in here and let's see what we've got!"

Indiana smiled—his shoulder relaxing. He called to the kitchen, "Get in here, Mutt. Grandpa wants to talk to you."

Mutt staggered in, looking every inch his father. "Hey gramps, what's up?"

--

The next few hours were spent in more discussion. This time, Mutt joined in more noticeably. Henry Sr. seemed almost happy as they talked into the night—something Indiana marveled at. Before they knew it, the two younger Jones were standing up to leave.

"Thanks for the meal, Dad."

"Ya, thanks gramps."

Henry Sr. lead them to the door. "Of course. Next time, bring Marion wouldn't you?"

"I will." Indiana said as he and Mutt walked out the door. He tossed Mutt the keys. "How about you start up the car, Junior?"

Mutt ran off towards to the car. Indiana was about to go, but turned when he heard his father's laughter.

"Junior?"

Indy rolled his eyes. "C'mon Dad…"

"Junior!" Henry Sr. continued to laugh as he shut the door.

Indy went down to his car rolling his eyes. He chuckled.

From somewhere within the house he could still hear his father laughing.

FIN

A/N: Please review! It gives me this warm feeling inside!