Huevo De Chivo

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Now here's what I don't get. When you click into the " Indiana Jones" section, there is about 80 stories to find, and not one of them describes the story that comes before the films. The time where Indiana first met Marion. That's a real pity, when thinking of the potential such a story carries. And that's a big-ass plot bunny to walk around with on your shoulders I should think. I finally gave up and started writing...

Ohh!.. And the title of this story.. I had no idea what it meant, until Jas-TheMaddTexan told me it meant egg of goat... That was a bummer, but tool ate now, can't change it so it'll just have to stay there!

Enough reminiscing. To the story we will go…

"The introduction of a new student…"

The sun shone brightly through the open balcony window and while a light breeze tickled her bare skin, she kept reading, her eyes deep in a book of Ancient Egypt. She stretched her arms and yawned with the tension of sitting in the same position for hours. She knew that it wasn't healthy but she couldn't really help it. It was just one of the downsides to being an archaeologist's daughter and having an immense interest in books in general. Her gaze set upon her reflection in the mirror on the other side of the room.

There was nothing spectacular about her looks, she knew very well that she was beautiful, but it didn't mean all that much to her. All she saw was a fifteen-year old girl with a tanned face and long, black hair that danced helplessly in the breeze. Every time she saw herself, she saw her mother, because they where very alike in their features.

She sighed at the thought of only having her own reflection to remember her mother by. Emma Ravenwood had died very early in her youth and she had no recollection of her mother. Abner had moved them to Italy when she was only 5 years old, and it was during that time that her mother had gotten sick and died.

Their home was located in the southern part of Italy. It was built in the highlands of the mountain La Sila. In extremely clear weather one could see the volcano Etna from across the mountains peak. Even though she originated from America, this was her homeland now. She knew no other.

And then there was her father; Abner Ravenwood was one of England's best archaeologists, and he had acquired much of his wealth through all of his exploits and adventures. Needless to say, she was proud to have him as a father, even though she felt that he could use his time better sometimes. Yes, he was great in the area of his work, but when it came to his own daughter… he had things to learn. One of them being, that children actually grow up.

Abner had always been overprotective as the loving and innocent-appearing father he was, and it hadn't bothered much in the early years of her life, but now that she had gotten older and had to try standing on her own two feet, Abner just wouldn't allow it.

She sighed and flipped another page, falling down into the depths of the book once more. That is, until she heard voices outside the front entrance to their home.

She jumped off the bead and went over to the window, peaking down with discretion to the ground. It was Abner, but he was talking with a stranger. A very foreign-looking man at that; he was the entire opposite of Abner, because the first impression she got from him, was that he looked like a bum, but a very good-looking bum.

Abner… Abner had said that he was expecting his new student's arrival today! She hit her head and it resounded so high that the stranger looked up towards her window. She hurriedly ducked down onto the floor. Her heart pounded while she half-on-the-ground waited for them to go away. His attractive features appeared in her mind. He was wearing a brown cowboy hat, and she was surprised to see a whip hanging from underneath his leather jacket. She smiled at the thought of him being a student. He looked way too grown up for that. She couldn't help but think that he looked charming in a rugged sort of way, but she had no chance to ponder on it anymore as someone interrupted her thoughts.

"Hello there Marion, did I interrupt anything?" a man asked from her doorstep. She noticed his smirk and the arched brow over his dark, calm eyes.

"No Jacob, you didn't" she said and scurried to a standing position while dusting herself of in a nervous manner. "I was just going to see you!" she said, and gave him a disarming smile.

Jacob was her private teacher, and he had tutored her since she was 7 years old. A tall and slim man, with the deep baritone voice one would expect from a teacher. His hair was black and short cut. At the tender age of 7, Marion had at first sight thought him an angel.

"Well then, are you ready for your final math exam?" he asked politely.

"Yeah, I just needed to see… Something…" Marion said and hurried out of the room, closing the door. She was a little embarrassed, but it was hopeless really, because Jacob had always been capable of reading her mind like an open book. Over the years she had gotten used to it, but she would still blush. Like right now for instance. Jacob noticed.

"Ah, so you've seen the new student, is that it my dear?" She blushed even more.

He always spoke to her as if she was his own daughter, and it was one out of many things that she loved him for.

"Well, you're right…" she said and added in a murmur, "..As usual…"

Jacob smiled and patted her on the head teasingly. "Well then, it is not my place to ask you of what you think of him, but now, let us go to the library" he said and turned around and walked down the hall.

"Ugh, I will get you for this, I swear…" Marion murmured to herself before following her tutor.

"I heard that you know" he yelled over his shoulder.

Marion stopped in her tracks for a moment but went forward again. She sighed while thinking 'It's just gonna be one of those days'

Abners Acres

Indiana Jones scoped the landscape that was to be his home for he knew not how long. Feeble words couldn't describe the beauty of it all, because it was amazing, like living in a rainforest up high on a mountain.

Abners home was a big vineyard in the most uninhabited parts of Italy. It was very unusual to grow grapes in this height and many people found it impossible, but Abner's own production prospered. It was a big piece of land, and on it there were stables, houses for the servants and in a beautiful, old, Victorian mansion, Abner and his daughter lived.

The building was magnificently architectured with a spot on detail. Three floors high, with long, sleek glass windows and the façade was covered with sanded bricks, painted white. Great verandas covered most of the mansion's walls and big, green-leafed trees snaked their way up the sides of the house. The front veranda was the biggest of them all, and from it you had a view of the fields of tied grape trees that covered the mountainsides.

It really left one speechless when seeing the impressing scale of grounds that Abner had acquired, but Indy would expect no less from a man of his expertise and work. Besides, it was well-known that Abner Ravenwood was talented in the making of money.

"I think you will be quite comfortable here, Jones" Abner said and stood beside him. Indy turned his head. "Please, just call me Indy. Jones reminds me to much of my father"

"Yes, if only the apple would have fallen further from the tree" Abner said with a contemplative brow.

Indy looked towards him. "We aren't the same, if that's what you're getting at" he said and walked down a small dirt road that lead towards the stables.

"Really Indy, it isn't my business, but you can't deny that there are similarities between you and him" Abner said and followed him quietly. "The profession, even though he spends all his time on his obsession, so that doesn't even count…" Indy said with an ending tone in his voice. Abner caught it and changed the subject.

You are okay with this arrangement?" he asked, being very cautious in not overstepping his boundaries once more.

"Yeah, of course, I've always admired your work" Indy said and glanced at the white building they passed. Workers were busy carrying boxes filed with grapes and others were repairing the big pools where the wine would eventually go in.

Abner's question took his attention once again. " Indiana? I have to ask you, how serious was this quarrel? Can I even expect your father during this fall?" he asked worriedly. "…Last time I saw him he told me that he had lost all faith in me. I don't think he'll be coming at all" Indy said and looked out into the horizon.

He could hear Abner sigh and then ask, "Was he against you leaving?"

"…No, I never got along with him, but even so, I hope he will have found a little consolation in me living with one of his truest friends" he answered with charm.

Abner laughed and showed him the stables, which were magnificent. The vast building was divided into two long stretches of stables with beautiful breeding horses.

As they continued on the tour of the grounds, Indy suddenly stopped by a box. A stallion nodded his head towards him and he let it sniff his hand. "Who's horse is this Abner, yours?" he asked while scratching the grey horse's ears.

"No, no, no, that is my daughter's, Grays. You surprise me Indy. As far as I've been told you don't know anything about breeding. Am I mistaken?"

He smiled. "I don't know a thing about it" and patted Grays.

"Yes…" Abner said and wandered on, "I first bought him from an English duke, quite a funny story actually, and Marion was only 8 years-"

"She picked out Grays and didn't want any else, right?" Indy said after interrupting.

"Yes, that's true, but she has always known what she wanted"

"Sounds charming…" Indy added in thought.

They reached the other end of the building and Abner stopped, bringing Indy to a halt.

"You do remember what we talked about?" Indy asked him. Again he laughed, "Of course I do, and your room is right this way"

"Here, these are your new quarters, though it's not much. You know Indy, I would have much preferred if you would stay at the mansion. You would be much easier to reach" Abner said while leading Indy into a medium apartment with three rooms. A bedroom with an office, a small kitchen and a bathroom with a shower. The walls were painted a bright yellow and the open windows where lined with white curtains.

"Don't trouble yourself, besides, I don't mind privacy"

Abner gave a little chuckle. "Yes, well, I'll let you settle in for now, dinner's at 8 o'clock. You will meet my daughter there" Abner said and closed the door, leaving Indy alone.

Someone had already brought his bags up, and they were now sitting on the bed. It wasn't big, but it was big enough for him.

"I could get used to this..." he murmured as he began unpacking…

Yeah, Yeah, this is just the beginning, but you can count on me. I'm not one of those who just writes a fic with maybe 2000 words and just leaves the story.. unless it is a totally crappy story, I just wanted to clear that up, for those who reads this. This story will come to an end, I just have to get used to writing a story that is as long as this is gonna be.. You know.. I have big plans for this story…