"How is she?" Marion asked Indy when he walked back down the stairs with the sheriff in tow. Indy shook his head at his wife who just allowed her eyes to fall to the floor as she placed her hands on her hips.

"I told her she could stay over for the night," Indy told his wife.

"I should hope you did Indiana Jones. Where else would the girl have been able to go to?" his wife said.

"Her boyfriends?" Mutt spat out as he finally moved from the sofa and looked over at his parents. "I'm sure he would look after her."

"She has no idea who he is Henry," Marion replied curtly to her son. "Anyway, I think you should be off to bed."

Mutt pursed his lips as his mother's threatening look told him that he ought not to push his luck with her, and so with a heavy sigh and a roll of his eyes he moved over for the stairs and trudged up them until he reached his room. He allowed his eyes to linger softly on the guest room door as he heard light sobs come from her room, but he didn't stop. Instead he just continued to move on down the corridor until he came to his own room where he shut the door firmly. Meanwhile; Indiana and Marion were still downstairs talking to the sheriff at twenty to twelve as none of this made sense.

"When we got to her home her house looked like it had been turned over," he said as he chewed the gum in the corner of his mouth. "Whoever was there had ransacked the place pretty good. Her old man had been shot square in the chest…but there was blood upstairs…looked like Miss Lyons room the way it was decorated and all" the sheriff paused and Indiana and Marion just nodded at him before he continued "and on the corner of her desk was blood. We think she may have hit her head there to give her the cut. It would only make perfect sense."

"Well what happens to her now? Does she have a mother?" Marion wrapped her arms around herself but instead of the sheriff answering; Indy took his turn;

"Her mother died in childbirth. Geoff's first ever book he had written was dedicated to her," Indiana said and he looked over to the bookshelf where he kept some of the books the famous author had written.

"I have someone looking into finding any other family she has," the sheriff spoke.

"And if there is no one?" Marion pressed. She didn't know why she was behaving in a motherly fashion to the girl. She thought she was doing it out of pity to her but she genuinely did like the look of Penelope when she had spoken to her earlier.

"Mrs Jones….Miss Lyons has inherited a great deal of wealth. She need not worry about someone needing to look after her," the sheriff said as he tilted his hat and looked out the living room window and into the still raining skies.

"Anyway, I shall have to get going Mr and Mrs Jones…looks like this sleepy town now has a murder inquiry," the sheriff said as Marion kindly escorted him to the door and thanked him for his help.

"What do you think?" Marion asked her husband as he settled himself on the sofa and pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes.

"I think this is all odd. Geoff Lyons wasn't the type of man to annoy people…from what I heard he was relatively quiet and kept himself to himself…but with the house being ransacked I think they were after something," Indy said as Marion paced up and down in the living room with her hand on her chin as she tried to think about something.

"But why not…I know this sounds horrible Indy but I have to say it…why not kill Penelope if she got in the way? They shot her father with relative ease by the sounds of it," Marion observed and Indiana just shrugged.

"Maybe she knew what they wanted? But then she wound up on the street…and we have no one able to tell us what happened to her…but it's not our problem Marion…it's not like they would be searching for any special artefact….is it?" Indiana asked her and she chuckled nervously, unsure of how to answer his question.

"Well he was an author about archaeology Indy…just because he wasn't a field man doesn't mean he didn't know things," Marion arched a brow at her husband who just shook his head in disbelief at what was happening.

"This is all surreal," he complained. "We'll sleep on it…we need to rest," Indy told his wife and with a yawn from her she didn't not disagree with her husband's beliefs for once.

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Mutt heard his parents walk up the stairs and close the door to their room as he just remained lay on his back and staring at his ceiling in the darkness which he currently found himself settled in. the only noise which he could hear was the rain tapping against his window which would normally be enough to make him go crazy but on that night his mind was working overtime. And it was only allowing one thing to occupy his thoughts, and that was the preppy who had danced into his life suddenly. She was sleeping in the room next door to him for goodness sakes! Yet, he found himself intrigued by her. The reason as to why was one he had not come to understand. She was just another preppy. He knew a load of preppies just like her but here she was in the middle of a murder investigation. Mutt groaned loudly to himself and sat up straight, reaching to put his lamp on as he began to brush his hair with narrowed eyes which were concentrating. Mutt knew sleep wasn't going to take over him any time soon and so he idly sat up and played with his switchblade, he hadn't even changed from his clothes yet. As he sat there he could have sworn he heard a creaking noise coming from the house. Mutt automatically began looking around his room to see if the noise could have come from there but he knew it didn't. He slowly stood up as more noises came from his house and the thing that sealed the deal for him to know there was danger was the sound of grunting. With his blade in his hand Mutt slowly opened up his door and felt adrenaline rush through him. Fright or fight time he thought as he moved down the hallway. Suddenly, he saw another door open and Penelope's face appeared round the corner as Mutt pressed a finger over his lips, indicating for her to be silent. He could see the confusion from the girl as he finally reached her;

"Go back inside doll…don't come out," Mutt instructed her in the quietest whisper he could muster as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"What's going on?" she asked as Mutt looked down the hall and heard the creaking of stairs.

"You're guess is as good as mine, now inside babe," he demanded from her but she was stood frozen to the spot as she saw shadows appear on the hallway floor. Mutt noted what she was looking at and practically forced her back into her room.

"It's her!" a voice yelled as a man reached the top of the hallway with his gun drawn and pointed straight at the pair. Mutt quickly hooked an arm around her waist as he dragged them both back into the bedroom and slammed the door shut before the sounds of bullets whizzed past their ears. Penelope turned pale white as Mutt pushed her against the wall and began locking the bedroom door which was suddenly being grasped at pulled open.

"Open the door Mr Jones! We just want the girl," a voice demanded from the other side of the white wood. Penelope looked up into Mutt's eyes, wondering what he was going to do.

"You've got the wrong house!" Mutt shouted back in a feeble attempt to throw them of the scent. He didn't know how many were on the other side of the door and he didn't know what they wanted from Penelope but he could tell that he was going to give her to them without a fight.

"What the hell is going on?" A new voice joined the hallway. "Get out my house!" Indiana demanded of them as he saw two men stood in his hallway trying to break down his guest room door.

"Dr Jones…we just want the girl," they said and raised their guns at Indy who held his hands up in surrender at them.

"Why?" he asked, he had to keep them talking. So long as they were talking they weren't bashing the door down.

"Good try Dr Jones…we just need Miss Lyons…she knows where it is," the tall man said and Indiana looked confused. Behind the door; Mutt took the opportunity to think on his feet. Quickly he allowed the door handle to get out of his grasp as he ran over to the bedroom window and flung it open as he looked down. He curled his finger indicating for Penelope to come and join him which she did so with haste.

"We're getting you out of here…I need you to climb down the trellis with me," he said.

"Then what?" she asked him and he grinned a little at her.

"Who knows?" he said and he swiftly crouched down on his knees and began cutting at her nightdress.

"What do you think you're doing?" she snapped quietly at him as he tossed the white material to the side and placed a hand on the small of her back and pushed her closer to the window.

"You wouldn't be able to climb with that long thing in the way," he said as she slid out the window and grasped onto the trellis which was occupied by a plant and she began climbing down slowly. Mutt continued glancing at the door which had begun shaking again as he then looked back down to Penelope's shrinking head.

"Hey baby…think you could go a little faster…some men here want you," he asked sarcastically as he groaned and followed her out the window, but he managed to get down to the bottom with more skill and ease than Penelope had. She looked up at him as he grasped onto her hand and led her to the front of the house where his motorcycle stood proudly. Mutt fiddled around with his leather jacket and produced his keys from his pocket as he climbed onto the front of the bike. Penelope on the other hand was a lot more cautious as she looked at him nervously.

"Get on the back babe…unless you want to end up dead?" he asked her and she groaned before doing as he asked her.

"Hold on," he instructed.

"To you?" she asked and he rolled his eyes as he revved the engine to his baby and that was enough to make her cling onto him as her arms wrapped around his waist.

"Stop them!" voices soon yelled as Mutt began speeding off out of his driveway and down the road. The rain had ceased which made the ride easier to deal with even though the puddles he drove through caused water to splash up at the pair of them. Mutt could feel Penelope's face pressed into his back as he broke countless speed limits. He had hoped they weren't being trailed and to his luck they weren't for once.

"Where are we going?" she managed to shout above the noise and still keep her eyes shut as she leant on Mutt.

"You fancy a lesson doll?" Mutt asked her with a faint grin resting on his face.

"Henry! Please can you just tell me!" she begged him and he sighed.

"We'll hide out at college. They would never look there…and it's Mutt. Not Henry!" he told her and they lapsed back into silence. Never in a million years did he think he would have a preppy on the back of his bike, never mind her being in just her nightclothes. Come to think of it, they weren't even hers but his mothers. Everything about this screamed odd. Mutt finally pulled up at the college and he wondered if his parents were safe. By the sounds of it the men were only there to come and get Penelope…they had spoken to his father instead of shooting him so maybe there was a slight chance Indy had wormed his way out of trouble again. Mutt stopped his bike somewhere out of sight on the college campus as he climbed off it and stepped onto the gravel. Penelope remained sat on the bike and looking down at the floor as Mutt followed her gaze and he saw she wasn't even wearing shoes.

"Come here doll," he muttered as she groaned.

"Sorry," she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he held her tightly to him and walked around the outskirts of the campus until he finally found the window he knew his father could use to sneak out of his office.

"Why are we here?" she asked as he set her down on the window ledge and began to fiddle with the wooden frame of it.

"Because…they wouldn't think of coming here and my old man might come here if he knows I left with a girl with amnesia," Mutt grunted as he finally got the window open.

"After you babe," Mutt grinned and the preppy turned herself on the sill and jumped into Indiana Jones' office. Mutt followed her and closed the window before shutting the blinds on them and searching for a light switch in the office. When he managed to turn the light on he took in the blonde preppies appearance and the way she was hugging herself and shaking. He had cut the nightgown up to her knees and the rest of the bottom half of it was soaking with water. Her hair had even managed to become wet again as her curls looked extremely limp.

"You must be freezing," Mutt murmured and he began to shrug out of his leather jacket and walk over to her.

"Thanks," she managed to stop her teeth chattering as he draped it over her shoulders. She took in the smell of the greaser and his leather jacket and she couldn't help but feel comfort. Her skin was ice cold compared to his and Mutt knew she was probably going to die of pneumonia if she didn't warm up. Slowly she leant against the wall and fell to the floor before hooking her arms around her knees and curling in a ball. Mutt pulled his comb out and began tugging it through his hair as he paced around the room.

"I'm sorry," she finally said.

"What?" he asked in confusion and stood still.

"I'm sorry," she repeated. "For getting you into this…and your dad…and your mom…even though…even though I don't even know what I did!" she began to cry softly and Mutt looked around uncomfortably before mentally chiding himself and sitting on the floor next to her.

"Look…babe…it's not your fault…" Mutt said and suddenly she slammed her fists onto her knees and then looked over at the greaser.

"But it could be! I don't know!" she snapped. "And now your parents could be hurt…all because of me…all because I don't know who the hell I am!"

"Sh," Mutt comforted her as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she rested her head in his chest and cried. "It isn't your fault babe…"

"How do you know?" she asked. "You don't know what I did…I don't know what I did."

"You're a girl who doesn't bother anyone sweets…I know for a fact that you never asked for any of this," he assured her.

"But you said you don't know me," she sniffed.

"I know enough," he assured her.

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Thank you to Georgina for leaving me a review. I kind of have the story mapped out but it has hardly got going yet. Next chapter we shall see a bit more from Penelope's past and why she's being chased though! So leave me a review and let me know what you think. Thanks!