Holy shit, parton my french lol, but 23 reviews? Guess I should continue!
Chapter 1
Indiana hurried over to Mutt's body. He pushed the native aside.
"Jesus," he muttered to himself as he saw the blood gushing from Mutt's side. "Kid can you hear me? Talk to me kid!"
Mutt groaned as his eyes fluttered open.
"I didn't sign up for this," he grunted his reply.
"Hey neither did I. I was doing just fine until you should up," Indy snapped back as he took off his jacket. He grimaced at the blood and placed the jacket on Mutt's chest. Mutt groaned in pain.
"Sorry kid," Indiana quickly apologized. "I have to keep pressure on the wound though."
"Stop calling me kid," Mutt murmured rather weakly. A smile grew on Indy's face. He remembered how much he hated being called juinor by his father. He figured being called kid was just as demeaning.
"Well I'm not going to call you Mutt. What's your real name?"
Mutt licked his very dry lips to try to keep them wet.
"Henry," he managed to mutter. Indiana stared at him sharply.
"What...what was your mother's name again?" He asked slowly.
"Mary..Mary Williams. Her maiden name was Revenwood though. Marion Ravewood."
Indiana stared at him more sharply then before.
"M..Marion Ravenwood?" For a moment he forgot the wound.
"Yeah, you remember her?"
"Oh yeah," Indiana laughed and shook his head. "She's kind of hard to forget kid, er...Henry."
Mutt smiled, pride in his eyes.
"Yeah, she sure is."
Suddenly it was coming together though. The pieces were. The kid's name, his age, and most importantly, who his mother was
"Were you close?" Mutt then asked, snapping him back into reality.
"What?"
"Were you and mom close? I mean she wanted your help more than anyone else's."
"Yeah...we were close," Indiana said slowly as he continued to apply the pressuer on the wound. By then his jacket was soaking in blood but he didn't give a damn about it.
"Kid I should tell you something," he said slowly. He knew it was certain now. He wasn't sure how he knew but he know that Henry Williams was his son. His son...how strange that concept was. Strange and yet wonderful.
"Don't call me kid, remember?' Mutt growled, his voice growing weaker. "The name's Mutt or Henry."
"See that's just it kid, Mutt. My name's Henry also. Henry Jones the second."
Mutt stared at him, pain fleeting momentarily as shock took place.
"What?"
"It's a shock to me too kid, I mean son."
Son. How strange did that sound on his lips? But he liked it. Liked it a lot.
"No, you're NOT my father. My dad was British, Cole Williams...I'm just named after you, that's all. My dad's not a teacher. He's was a pilot!"
"You think I'm just a teacher? Do you know any teachers that would go to the Amazon to find a kid's mom?"
"My mom would have told me. Ox would have too," Mutt still argued.
"Maybe Ox didn' know. And as for your mother, I'm not surrpised she didn't tell you about me," Indiana replied slowly, still letting the news sink in.
Mutt's breathing became weaker though, and it was suddenly more difficult to breathe. Sharp pains stabbed at his chest.
No. This crazy old man couldn't be his dad! And yet...somehowwe Mutt knew deep down that it was true. There was a connection between the two of them. A connection he couldn't deny. But that still didn't stop the wound from digging into his body.
"Son?" Fear filled his father's voice. "Son? Stay with me kid! Stay with me son! Mutt? Henry!"
Panick had now taken control of Indiana as he saw how weak his son was becoming within seconds. No way could fate be so cruel as to have them meet just to take them away from each other again.
But it was no use. Indy's voice was getting softer and softer as slowly Mutt started to fade and finally pass out...
