Indiana Jones and the Necklace of Hecate

Longer Summary

The necklace of Hecate, goddess of the crossroads who can see the past present and future, was discovered by Jones years earlier. Now someone is after it, but the powerful artifact is no longer with Marion, its safe keeper. Mutts ex has it throwing her into danger and back into Mutts life much to her chagrin. MUTT/OC

Preface: Reunion.

Summer was slowly ending as September and the start of term at the University drew nearer. Christine had gone most of the summer avoiding anywhere that Mutt might have shown up, not really caring to fall into their old habit of breaking up and making up. She didn't want to make up this time. She had been successful thus far in avoiding him and once she was back at the University she wouldn't have to try so hard. Mutt wouldn't step foot on campus if he was paid to do so. School and Mutt just didn't really mix well.

Christine didn't really know how she ended up at the University herself. She wasn't a ful on greaser, but she was far from preppy: wearing mostly jeans and plain colored shirts most of which were pale pastel colors that could be matched with her number of plaid shirts. Her dark brown hair was more often than not pulled back into a ponytail to keep it out of her face, even though some shorter pieces always fell out and ended up resting by the sides of her face. She even preferred the masculine nickname Chris to her full name. It was a scholarship that allowed her to attend the University and her love of Chemistry that kept her interested enough to stick around.

A tomboy at heart she didn't really have many good girlfriends except Tracy who was her complete opposite. Tracy was a blue eyed, blonde preppie whose parents footed the bill for college and who only stuck with it because of the jock population on campus. Tracy also despised greasers: finding them lazy, rude and disgusting.

Finding out that Christine had broken it off once again with Mutt, Tracy was determined to keep the two apart and to find Christine a more suitable man. One that could eventually support her with more than a forty-cent paycheck that would leave Christine living off of food stamps.

"I don't want to go out with Johnny." Chris demanded firmly from the passenger seat of Tracy's car. They were on their way to the University and Chris was regretting not just using public transportation or asking Ants for a ride. Even if he was one of her and Mutt's mutual friends, he wouldn't have squealed and gabbed to Mutt about it. He was smarter than that.

"Why not? Johnny's completely dreamy." Chris rolled her eyes at that. Blonde, stuck up jocks who thought they were above everyone because of daddy's paycheck just weren't her type.

"Then why don't you date him." Lettermans were more Tracy's speed anyways.

"I already have. It didn't really work out. Everyone thought he was my brother when we were out." Laughing at that revelation Chris could see why people would think that. Both had blonde hair, baby blue eyes and obviously came from money. With all the inbreeding in upper class society Chris wouldn't be surprised if the two weren't distantly related.

"Why don't you focus on the next boy in your life and I'll focus on my education." Chris ended the conversation as Tracy pulled into an open parking spot. Grabbing her books she bid her friend farewell as she headed off to her Chemistry lecture.

Molecular equations and kinetic theories were a great way to start the day: at least to Chris they were. Chemistry made sense to her. You put two reactants together and they formed a predictable product. It was as simple as that. History was another story altogether. It bored her to death. The only plus about having to take a course in it this year was she would have Dr. Jones. From what she had heard Dr. Jones was one of the better teachers that actually seemed to make the subject seem semi-interesting.

Staying after her Chemistry lecture to ask the teacher a few questions about a job opportunity working in the University's labs that had caught her interest Chris was running a little behind on her way to Dr. Jones class. It had apparently already commenced as she entered through the door, and most of the seats were already filled. Scanning the room quickly for an empty seat she almost dropped her things when she saw a familiar leather jacket and slicked back hair. There sitting towards the back was the one person she had never expected to see sitting in any lecture hall, nor had she wanted to see him.

He had his feet propped up on the seat in front of him and his comb in his hand ready to run it through his already perfectly placed locks. Chris noticed he stopped mid motion when his attention came to rest on her before she took the nearest seat to the front as she could manage: as far away from him as possible. It wasn't too hard; most people were taking the class because it was required for a degree and so they didn't really want to be in the question zone.

"It seems we have one more. Miss?" Dr. Jones peered at her through his spectacles, waiting for her to give her name.

"Silvey." She blushed slightly from her seat feeling guilty for disrupting the class. But Dr. Jones only smiled slightly making her feel more at ease.

"Miss Silvey if you would please see me at the end of class." Nodding from her seat she busied herself with extracting her textbook from her bag and tried to ignore the stares.

Mutt hadn't seen her since before the whole mess with Ox, his mother and Indy had happened. It was the longest break-up they had had to date. Seeing her again made him forget what stupid little argument had pushed them to the breaking point last time. She looked the same as ever with her hair in the sleek ponytail that he used to love to play with whenever they would just sit out by the railroad tracks.

He was glad to see she still dressed the same even now that she went to the University. It had been one of his fears when she had been accepted: that she would change so much that he wouldn't be able to keep up with the new her, or be good enough for her. And there it was: the reason to why they had split last spring. The fight had been loud and even in the busy garage he worked at he knew everyone had heard it. It was stupid and unnecessary, but they had both been stubborn and quick to lash out.

Most of Mutt's attention was fixated on Chris throughout the class, trying to find a way to make her talk to him. He needed to apologize to her, explain himself. When the class ended he waited as everyone else filed out of the room until he made his way down to the front where Chris stood in front of Indy's desk.

"Mr. William's, is there a reason why you are hanging back?" Indy's words brought Chris' attention to Mutt who she hadn't noticed standing behind her before then. Stiffening slightly she whipped her head back around and concentrated on Dr. Jones.

"She's my girlfriend." Mutt answered before he thought it through. Indy's eyebrows shot up as his gaze went between the two young people before him.

"Ex-girlfriend." Chris corrected instantly, placing emphasis on the ex.

"Yeah, well we're on a little break right now." Mutt explained when he saw Indy's small smile at Chris' retort. In all honesty it hurt that Chris was so insistent about them not being a couple. Mutt had never really considered their break-up permanent. They had both just needed a little time apart.

"A permanent one." Indy caught the girl's muttered response and had to refrain from laughing aloud. Regardless of what the history was between his son and this girl it was obvious that this was not the only time they've had such interactions.

"Well regardless of whether or not you're in any way attached to Mr. Williams I expect you to arrive promptly on time in the future." Chris quickly nodded in agreement, wanting nothing more than to leave.

"Yes sir, of course. It won't happen again." Indy intended to question Mutt about the girl and maybe have a little talk about not following in Indy's footsteps with the way he had treated women when he was younger but before he could speak Mutt was out the door, following the girl.

"Chris, wait up," Mutt called after the brunette, but if anything his voice made her speed up. He had to jog a little until he caught up with her.

"I have class." Was her only response to his presence as she sped up even more.

"I'll walk you there," Mutt suggested while wondering how she could walk so fast wearing those high heeled boots that looked like death traps. Then he wondered when she had even started wearing heels.

"I'd rather you didn't." Chris kept her eyes on the empty hall ahead of her, determined not to give the boy beside her any more of her attention than she had to.

"Well, why don't we grab something to eat when you're done with classes?" All he wanted to do was talk—well okay maybe he'd like to do more than just talk with Chris—but right now he wanted the chance to make everything right again. To fall back into their routine.

"I already have plans." She was giving him the brush off. Being as cold as she dared to, still angry with him for insinuating she would turn into a paper-shaker preppie if she went to the University. "This is me," She added as she stopped in front of a classroom.

He stepped a little closer to her then. "When you aren't so busy, let me know." Mutt whispered to her before turning to walk back down the corridor.

Chris admittedly watched as he left. He still had that slight confidence to his stride. Not the same swagger as the prep jocks, but a more careless confidence. Because he was careless. He wasn't concerned with what anyone said about him: never had and it seemed he never would. By the time Tracy came up beside her Mutt was long gone yet Chris still stood looking down the empty hall, contemplating how she would manage avoid him in the future.

"What are you looking at?" Her best friend's voice drew her out of her contemplation as she turned to walk in to their shared class.

"Nothing." She sighed. "Mutt is registered for classes here. We had Dr. Jones' class together." Chris knew Tracy would find out eventually and she also knew what reaction to expect from the girl. She was rather predictable, but then again so were most of the Preppies.

"No." Tracy gasped in disbelief. Then looking between her friend and the empty hall they had left behind two and two clicked together in her head. "No, no, no, no, no. You are not going to let him apologize for whatever it was you two fought over last spring and just waltz back into your life. You can't fall back into that Christine."

"Mutt couldn't waltz to save his life." Was all Chris said as they took their seats. She didn't want to have that conversation with Tracy again. Hearing it before a thousand times she's sure she could recite what Tracy would say word for word.

"Do you know a Christine Silvey?" Indiana asked Marion as he watched her fix the salad for dinner. He knew she had heard the name when her hands froze in their preparation.

"She was Henry's girlfriend, when he could keep her around. They got in a lot of little fights, but they always came back to each other." Shaking herself out of her thoughts Marion continued chopping the vegetables. "Why do you ask?"

"I have her in one of my classes. The one Henry's in as well." Marion's soft 'oh' made Indy know that she understood what that meant. She understood much better than Indy did.

Marion knew her son. She knew how he could be with Christine. It had always been the same. The two would fight, most of the fights caused by Henry himself albeit not all. Then Henry would miss her, use his next paycheck to buy the girl flowers and apologize. Christine would take him back and that was that.

But this time they had been apart so long Marion was starting to believe that it was really the end for the two. Which was a shame because she rather liked Christine. She was the only person other than Marion herself that would stand her ground against Mutt. Christine also had a way of getting him to do things he wouldn't normally do. With Christine and Mutt both at the University this year, perhaps whatever problems they had would be resolved once again.

Upon seeing Indy's confused expression Marion simply laughed. "What can I say: like father like son."

The girls name wasn't mentioned again as they all sat down to eat. In fact there wasn't much conversation at all. Marion was too busy studying her son as he sat barely touching his food, simply pushing it around its plate. She recognized the behavior as post-break-up Mutt. But Christine and him had broken up months ago, so he should have moved well past that phase, and he had moved past that stage: until today.

"How were your classes today Henry?" She finally asked to try and draw him out of his mood.

"Boring." He muttered as he mixed his potatoes with some broccoli.

"Perhaps if you attempted to pay attention it wouldn't be so boring." Indy commented lightly.

Mutt simply glared at him before dragging his eyes back to his plate. He didn't want to talk about classes or why he hadn't bothered to pay attention in them. It would eventually lead to mentioning Christine and if he did that his mother would give him a knowing look. The one that said he had been the one in the wrong and whatever problems they were having were his fault. Which they completely were, but it was worse when she pointed it out.

The ringing of the phone offered a distraction as Indy, against Marion's policy, went to answer it. Normally no one was to answer the phone during meal times, but with the tension at the table Marion let it slide.

"Jones residence." Indy answered the phone. "Dr. Jones speaking."

"Jonesy? It's Mac. Listen you remember that old Greece relic necklace thing we dug up in '38? Well I'm in a bit of a slick and I'm gonna be needing it back." Mac sounded twitchy and desperate. More so than usual.

"What's it to you?" Indy waited for Macs response. After so many years of working together he knew when something was wrong, and something was most definitely wrong. Jones knew the necklace Mac was talking about, but why Mac wanted it so desperately all of a sudden for that he didn't know.

"There are men looking for it Jonesy. Big men. Big men with guns and connections. They want it bad and they know one of us have it. If they come after me again I don't wanna be killed for being the one to not have it." Of course there were. And it was just like Mac to only want to cover his own hide.

"What kind of men Mac? Who are they working for?" It had to be someone that was on the dig site with them to even know that they had found it at all. It wasn't really a government sanctioned dig after all.

"I don't know. They had some kind of French accent I think. I was too busy running from em to stop and ask em. Now I'd really appreciate that necklace."

"Calm down. If you don't have it they won't do anything. I think the one of us who does have it is more likely to be killed for it Mac." Once Mac was efficiently calmed down Indy returned the phone to its cradle. He remained standing by the hall table anyways, trying to think through what exactly he should do. He didn't want to draw Marion or Mutt into his problems this time.

"Indy, your foods getting cold," Marion called from the kitchen after he'd been gone for more than ten minutes.

Slowly he made his way back to the table, bent on playing it cool and bringing up the subject gradually later when him and Marion were alone. Hopefully she wouldn't catch onto there being anything wrong. In the end it was a vain hope and he knew it. She knew him too well which is why she was scrambling around her jewelry box for the necklace he had given her. It had always remained in the third drawer, but it wasn't there now.

"I don't know what could have happened to it." She sighed, frustrated as she made her way down the hall.

"What happened to what?" Mutt asked as both his mother and Indy passed by him.

"A necklace. The ancient looking one with the red gem hanging from a bronze casing. I never even wore the thing I don't know where it could have gone to." She explained hurriedly as she went to check the bathroom.

Closing his eyes Mutt cursed under his breath. He remembered the necklace. He had figured since she had never even tried it on it meant she didn't care about it and would never notice it missing. It seemed he had been mistaken.

"I know what happened to it." He called out, causing Indy and Marion to poke their heads around the corner of the bathroom door. "I gave it to Chris." Bracing himself for their reactions he closed his eyes as he barely whispered the words.

"Who?" Indy asked confused.

"Christine," Marion clarified quietly from beside him as recognition swept over her. It took her a little by surprise, she had never expected Henry to ever take anything of hers without asking.

"You gave it to your ex-girlfriend?" Indy boomed once he realized just who they were talking about.

"It was a while ago. She was really angry and I didn't think flowers would cut it that time." Mutt defended quickly. "Besides, mom never wore it I thought she wouldn't even notice it was gone."

Breathing deeply through his nose Indy attempted to pull in his anger and tried to tell himself to calm down. It was too late for yelling to do much good.

"You gave away a priceless artifact to apologize?" His voice was strained, but at least it had lost some of its previous volume.

Mutt simply ducked his head slightly. He had been younger then, and stupid, and had been looking for a quick fix that wouldn't cost him a fortune. It was stupid to steal it from his mother, but at the moment he hadn't really thought that over.

"Now Indy, remember why you gave it to me in the first place?" Marion spoke up, smiling slightly as she placed a calming hand on his arm.

Indy remembered it well indeed. He had wanted to appease her for something he had said or done that had made her angry. "Why does he have to be so much like me?" He groaned.

"What exactly is going on here?" Mutt interrupted hesitantly. He wanted to know what had made his mother even start looking for the necklace after several years of not caring about it. But he didn't want to invoke Indy's anger on him.

"Someone's looking for it. We need to get that necklace back. Now." Was all that Indy would elaborate on the subject.

"Why?" Mutt asked. He knew it was important, he could hear it in Indy's voice. "Is Chris in some kind of trouble?" He prayed to whatever gods were out there that Indy would say no. He had experience with Indy's kind of trouble and didn't particularly want to bring that onto Chris.

"If she still has that necklace, then yes. The kind of trouble that could kill you."

Without another word Mutt raced towards the stairs, taking them three at a time. Indy and his mother were calling after him but he ignored them. He couldn't believe he had been so stupid. Chris was in trouble and it was all his fault. He should have just bought her some damn flowers instead. Even if she wouldn't have forgiven him at least nobody would be after her. And it's not like the necklace had helped in the long run. I mean, look where they were now.

Hopping on his bike and gunning the engine Mutt headed toward town hoping she still followed some part of her old routine. At this time of day she would usually be at the diner, so that's where he was checking first.


A/N I've always been a fan of the Indiana Jones Movies :) After recently watching the fourth installment I fell in love with Mutt's character and I wanted to create a story around him. And of course including our favorite action star Indiana Jones! Let me know what you think and if you're interested in me continuing. There's a quite interesting back story to the necklace that will come up in the next few chapters if I continue :)

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