A/N: Sorry for the late update. Computer went wonky over the weekend, and for awhile there I thought I was going to lose everything, so I was busy backing up all my files. So...it's only an itty bitty, but, okay, here goes...
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She was just as beautiful as the day he met her, if not more so, and oh! - how he'd missed her. It felt like a part of him had been missing.
Although things had become complicated and hectic when he had foolishly left her, and he hadn't expected to see her again, he certainly hadn't forgotten about her. Even during those times of being in mortal danger, and even having the safety of others on his mind, he had been thinking of her. He knew he should've been more focused on the task at hand, yet he couldn't stop himself.
He always seemed to have poor self-control when it came to her, as though she brought out a part of him that was otherwise hidden. Let's face it, she was so incredible that she could break through the facade he presented to the world like nothing else could. He often found himself wondering about this power she seemed to have over him. In retrospect; it was probably what drew him to her...that power. Sure, it had been her beauty that had captivated him at the beginning, but it had been his emotional reaction to her that had truly enthralled him. Hey, let's face it, she was very sexy! Who was he to resist? In his heart he knew he could never live without her.
"How'd you do it, daddy-o?"
Indiana smirked with delight at his son, as he fished a key from his pocket and tossed it to him. "You should see the look on your face." Indiana chuckled quietly to himself as he gazed fondly at his son, and then added, "It's just a bike, kid. ..Hah! I bet you figured she was gonna spend the rest of her days in a little backwater village in South America growing rust."
Mutt allowed a gentle smile to curve his lips as he fingered the key in his hand. The old man had no idea how wrong he was about that.