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Chapter III

Pharah was confused. She had known this life in India forever, with her mother and father. It didn't seem real that she wasn't Indian, too. Although she knew she wasn't on the outside, she was on the inside.

"You should be getting back, m'dear," said the man with a soft smile. "I wouldn't want your family to worry."

"Apparently they don't even know I'm alive." She absolutely was confused.

"I meant the family you know, m'dear.

It was an hour later that her parents realized she'd left. When she came walking back through the door, Arrak embraced her. "Where've you been and why'd you go?"

"I went with . . . I know your not my parents."

Julianie gave out a laugh of nervousness. "What do you mean by that? Of course we're your parents!"

"Dahling, I don't think we can keep up this charade for much longer," he whispered, looking at Pharah. "I'm sorry."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Pharah, now, looked near tears.

"Because we love you."

"We didn't want to lose you, Pharah."

"They're on their way here. The Jones'."

"How do you know?"

"Because I met with an old friend of Indiana's." It wasn't the complete truth, but he knew enough about Indiana and her family to be an old friend.

Julianie looked near tears. She, too, was old enough to be her sister, but definitely not her mother. Over the years, they'd grown close and Julianie began to think of Pharah as her own. So had Arrak. But it was over, now. Pharah didn't trust them anymore.

"Wan Li."

"His brother. He told me everything. That greaser who came to town . . . he's my brother. Indiana Jones is my father! How could you not tell me!?"

"We're sorry, Pharah. We were - we are under contract! We couldn't let you know. We'd be killed."

"How can I trust you?"

"Please, don't do this, Pharah!"

Pharah turned her back. "Your lucky I came back here."

"Pharah Marion Barop! Get back here!"

"I'm a Jones, not a Barop. I was always a Jones. I should've known. I'm nothing like you . . . not at all. And I never wanted to be. I wanted to be like Indiana Jones. His books are amazing. I always - I always imagined that I was on one of those adventures with him! And I could've been! If you wouldn't have lied to me!!"

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"Ah. Here we are," said Mutt as he grabbed his leather bag and dismounted the plane.

Marion had fallen asleep again, and Indy didn't want to wake her up. "Jesus, Marion," he muttered and picked her up.

Mutt laughed at this. "Too heavy, old man?"

"Hey!" Marion muttered and opened her eye. She climbed down from Indy's arms and looked around. "Where are we?"

"India."

"Obviously. What part of India?"

"Bombay." answered Mutt with a soft smile. "We should get going. It's a rather long trip to the Incan temple."

"We aren't going today, it's nearly nightfall," said Indy with a laugh. "You should know better."

"Well I went at night," he muttered.

It was an hour later when they were at Jurdan's, Indiana's old friend, house in Bombay. "What brings you to Bombay, friends?"

Marion gave Jurdan a soft smile. "My son here has found an Incan temple."

"Ah. Another treasure hunter," Jurdan laughed and gave Mutt a sincere smile. "Just like your dad, then?"

"Got a problem with it?!" snapped Mutt and Indy laughed, ruffling his son's hair just to annoy him. "Would you stop that, dammit?" Mutt grabbed his comb and ran it through his hair like he had done in previous times.

"You remind me of somebody, kid," smiled Jurdan and looked out the window.

"Who's that?" Indy asked before his son could answer.

Jurdan looked out the window to the dusty and dirty streets, where Pharah had a few of her books in a bag and a change of clothes and was walking down the street. "Our little miss Pharah Marion."

Marion's eyes teared up again. "Your lying."

"Why would I lie?"

"Your lying. I know it. Yo-you have to be . . ."

"What're you talking about, sweet heart?"

"He has to be lying, Indy."

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