We do not claim to own any of the Indiana Jones/ Star Wars characters OR any of the other characters that run through this story. They belong to their creators. The only characters we own are Leah Mia Jones, Random Soldier/Random Soldiers and the cat, Muffin.

-Collie and Shire

Collie and Shire's revision of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade

Written by Collie and Shire

Introduction

Indy knocked both men down with one powerful swing!

Though the raging sea tossed the cargo ship like a toy boat Indiana Jones was undeterred. He scaled the stack of crates with lightning speed, careful not to lose the Cross of Coronado.

"Get him! GET HIM!" Panama hat yelled desperately through pouring rain and waling winds.

Indy leaped from the top of the stack, caught the hook of the ship's crane and swung right off the ship and into the waters below. Just then the one of the fuel tanks came loose and went crashing to the deck.

Sparks flew. The fuel ignited.

In a split second what had been vessel exploded into a ball of fire and shrapnel.

Indy surfaced to the remnants of a billowing cloud of red and black smoke. He made his way to a lifesaver passing by.

Good, he thought smugly as his hand felt around the frame of his treasure. He hadn't lost it in that dive.

Grimly he stared at the blood stained Panama hat as it floated past.

Chapter One

Marshall College; Bedford, CT

"…Archeology is the search for FACT, not truth. If you want truth Dr. Tyree's philosophy class is just down the hall." Dr. Jones smirked.

His students snickered.

"We do not follow maps to buried treasure and X never, ever marks the spot."

An elderly gentleman walked briskly down the hall as Indy's voice droned on. He entered the classroom and nodded to the teacher. Indy acknowledged the nod with a quick glance. He turned to his students and announced, "Okay, that's it for today. School's over. I'll be in my office for the next hour and a half to answer any questions regarding the assignment on Egyptology." As the students filed out Indiana once more turned to Marcus, and flashed him one of his cocky grins. "I got it."

"You got it!" Marcus exclaimed.

Indy's grin grew wider as he unfolded a hankie and handed over the Cross of Coronado. "Do you know how long I've been searching for this?" he asked.

"All your life?"

"All my life."

"Gee Indy. I would have thought a smart guy like you could figure out something better to do."

Indy stopped celebrating his victory and stared at Marcus. "You know you're the one who sends me after this stuff." He muttered.

"Oh yeah." Marcus mused.

Indy rolled his eyes and picked up his books.

In his office, Indy was greeted by a swarm of people who were not pleased with his unreliability.

"Dr. Jones! Dr. Jones!" the students cried.

Indiana rolled his eyes and pushed through the crowd of students.

"Doctor Jones!" Irene, his assistant, called out. "Thank goodness you're back! Here are your phone messages," Irene handed him some papers, "and your mail is on your desk, and these papers still haven't been graded!"

"DR. JONES!"

Indiana couldn't take the noise anymore and yelled, "Irene! Put the students name down in the order they arrived and I'll see them each in turn!"

With that he entered his private office and slammed the door shut. Making his way to his desk, he threw himself into the chair and sighed.

Indy glanced at the door that led to the boiler room. His students were plastered to the window frame, banging at the glass to get his attention. He sighed once more, and picked up a package that was in his mail. "Venice, Italy." He read out loud. He now turned his gaze to the window outside. Movement on the steps leading to the college caught his attention. It was a little girl, sitting on the stairs with a stick in her left hand. She appeared to be drawing something, and Indy noted that the stick was burnt. It suddenly occurred to him for a stick to be burned it had to be burned, most likely by the user. He put the package from Venice in his coat, than stuck his hand in his pocket and searched for his lucky charm. Gone. GRRRR. He growled. She's in trouble. Once more he looked towards the door to his office, than looked back out the window. His mind was made up-he would rather fight with a little girl than to answer questions from a dozen students.

Indiana leapt out the window, turned around and shut it behind him. He faced the direction of the front of the college and watched as the blond girl dropped her stick and raced over to him. She skidded to a stop, inches from running into him, and flashed him a charming smile.

"Hi dad!" she cried, her blue eyes twinkling as she threw her arms around him. She didn't seem to care he'd just climbed out of a college window.

"Shh!" Indiana hushed her, looking over the college grounds. No one seemed to be around. "Leah!" he scolded. "What have I told you about calling me," he once more glanced around, then lowered his voice and hissed, "dad."

"To not do." She replied, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. "Which, I'm not sure why. 'Cause I haven't seen Belloq in forever and I don't think-"

"Never mind why, just, don't. Not in public."

"Yeah, okay dad." She said with a naughty smile.

"You're in trouble." Indy muttered as he turned and began walking briskly across the college lawn. Both Leah and he failed to notice the car farther down the road, with three men in it.

"Why?" Leah asked as she ran to keep up with her father's pace.

"Because you took my lucky charm!"

"Oh," Leah mumbled. "I forgot about that. That was like, a long time ago- you shouldn't hold grudges."

"Well, I want it back!" Indiana snapped, snatching it from her before she even really had a chance to take it out of her pocket.

"Touchy, touchy."

Just as father and daughter reached the curb; a long, black, Packard sedan pulled up and the driver opened the door.

"Dr. Jones!"

Indy and Leah turned to face him.

Both of his passengers also exited the car. They tipped their hats curtly and with an air of superiority surrounded the two.

"Dr. Jones?"