Chapter 2: Indiana

Indiana Jones sat in his classroom. He was supposed to be working. Instead he was slacking off. He was fiddling with his latest discovery.

Marcus stood quietly at the door. He was building up the courage to tell Indy about the bad news he had. He quietly knocked. He slowly opened the door when Indy motioned him in.

"Marcus," Indy said joyfully. "How'd they like the pieces?" He looked up at Marcus's grim expression. "They hate them don't they?"

"No, no, they love them," Marcus said. "There's something else…"

"What?" Indy asked.

"Well….I really don't know how to tell you this, so here read this," Marcus said pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. He handed it over to Indy. The handwriting was beautiful cursive. It said:

August 1, 1952

Dear Marcus,

I regret to inform you that German archeologists took the pieces from me. That is only minor to what I'm about to tell you. The diamond was not the only thing they took from me. Unfortunately, we encountered Bertram in the temple. He is responsible of the murder of my mother. I will not go into the gruesome details of it, for I do not wish to relive the experience.

I would appreciate it very much if you send one of your men to pick up the diamonds I have acquired. If it is not to much trouble, of course. I have chosen, do to recent circumstances, to discontinue hunting for the remaining diamonds. It is no longer my place.

I will send Joseph to pick him or her up at one thirty pm on the fourth. They shall stay with me for however many nights they need.

Sincerely,

Georgia B. Ravenwood

"Who is this?" Indy asked. He looked puzzled. It can't be Marion's daughter. Can it? he thought quietly.

"Georgia's mother is…." he took a deep breath. "Marion Ravenwood."

Indy's felt his heart drop. His eyes grew wide. Maybe she's not really dead.

"Indy," Marcus said. "I want you to go and pick up the diamonds."

"Me…" Indy said.

"Yes, we thought that you might be interested to hear the story of the diamond of Hatshepsut," Marcus said. "According to previous letters, they have three of the diamonds. They only need two more. And since Georgia will not be continuing her search we thought you might like to take it on."

"I'll go," Indy said, suddenly curious. His curiosity wasn't about the diamonds, it was about this Georgia.

"Who's Miss Ravenwood's father?" Indy asked.

"No one knows," Marcus said. "Except for Marion of course."

"I see," Indy said. Today was the third. He was anxious about tomorrow.

The Next Day:

Indy sat quietly in the airport waiting for Joseph. He picked up the London paper. He barely read it thought.

"Dr. Jones!" he heard someone call. Indy looked up from his paper and stood.

"You must be Joseph," Indy said shaking Joseph's hand.

"Yes, sir," Joseph said. "If you follow me, will be on our way. We might even make it in time for tea, if she even decides to fix it."

" If it is my place to say, she has just experienced a horrific death," Indy pointed out.

"Yes, of course of course," Joseph said with slight annoyance. He climbed into the jeep and pulled out of the parking lot. They rode the rest of the way in silence. Joseph soon turned into a small lane. At the end of the road was a two story white house. It was simple, just like Marion would like it.

"The witch is inside," Joseph said. He headed for the garden out back.

Indy walked up and knocked on the door. He wasn't really sure he liked Joseph that much. He waited for a near ten seconds before the door opened.

"Dr. Jones," Georgie said. "Come in."

"Thank you," he said. She didn't look all to bad. Her eyes were red and puffy. She wore a black sweater with, a khaki skirt, and black socks.

"You must chilled to the bone," she said. "Come in and have some tea." She motioned him to sit on the couch as she brought the tea out. He stared at a picture of Marion and Georgie. He smiled slightly. But seeing Marion only brought back the painful reality of her death.

"Here you are, "Georgie said.

"Thank you," Indy said.

"I'm Georgia, by the way," she said sitting in the chair across of him. "Call me Georgie though."

"I'll remember that," he said taking a sip of tea. "Tell me more about these diamonds."

"Of course you should know about Hatshepsut," she said. "She had five diamonds that she believed held special powers. She wore one on each of her wrist. One on her upper arm. One on her neck. And One in her crown. The one I lost to Bertram the other day was her pendant one."

"It's a bad thing …what happened to Marion I mean," Indy said.

"I would prefer not to talk about my mother," Georgie said. "You must be tired, I'll show you to your room." She led him upstairs to a door. She quickly picked up the various clothes of Marion's and stuffed them into a closet. Then pulled the bed covers into the made position.

"I apologize for the mess, Mrs.Rockworth came by and I didn't have time to tidy up," she said. "The bathroom's down the hall to the left if you wish a bath. I'm in my room if you need me," she said walking into the room next door. She shut the door and locked it. She sat down on her bed and broke down. She trembled at the reality of the situation.

Indy stayed one night. He barely saw Georgie except when she came down to fix dinner.

"Georgie, I'm going now!" Indy called. She hurried down the stairs and flung opened a safe. "Here you are." she said giving him three velvet boxes and a envelope with his name on it. Indy nodded thanks and got back in the jeep with Joseph. He opened the envelope. The letter inside said.

September 1, 1936

Dear Indy,

If you're reading this I'm either dead or I've gone crazy. I've been in London. I know I left without a explanation. But my excuse was because I was afraid. Afraid to tell you that I was pregnant.

Georgia Blakeley was born on August 28,1936. She's the sweetest little thing ever. I now realize my mistake. I am truly sorry Indy. I really wished I had told you.

If you are reading this and she is still little then please take care of her for me. She is my pride and joy. I had never loved anyone so much. I guess you can't till you experience that joy of being a parent.

Everything I have goes to her. Except for your hat of course. I don't know why I took that stupid hat, but I did.

If you learn anything at all from this letter, Know that I love you. And I always will.

Marion

Indy looked at the tear stained letter in shock. He's not crying, just so you know. It's Marion's tears He could barely breath.

"Turn around," he said. "Take me back.