White Out

White Out

By Andie O'Neill

Summary: Indiana Jones' biggest regret is about to be erased.

A/N: I'm baaaaack!! So yeah, the beach was awesome, and I even got the sunburn to prove it! lol Anyways I finally get to Indy's Dad! Yay! I think you guys will enjoy this! I actually wrote it while at the beach, and just typed it when I got home! ;) Loved coming back to all those reviews! Thanks so much, I enjoyed them! Don't stop! Like I said, it's my fuel! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own it… but I certainly wish I did!


Part Seven

After contacting Shallah, it was time to leave the romantic city of Venice and go after Indy's father. Elsa had a Mercedes-Benz, which they drove north for Austria. It'd been a fairly long drive, but Elsa's car was just as Indy remembered, it handled well, finely made. It had been raining all day long, and both Elsa and Marion had been fast asleep, soothed by the gentle pitter pat of the rain. It was getting late when he finally reached the Brunwald Castle. Indiana was wearing his brown leather jacket, fedora hate, safari shirt, and khaki pants, with his brown leather boots. He'd decided to wear a necktie for once, and had packed his gun. Elsa was wearing a very expensive gray coat. Marion had bought something on the way as she hadn't really had time to pack, and was wearing a nice black coat that went well with her raven black hair. It'd been years since he saw the imposing structure, and his memory was failing him, but he chose to go with instinct and ask the question he knew he'd normally ask. "What do you know about this place?"

"I know the Brunwalds are famous art collectors," Elsa told him.

Indy smiled, staring at her beret.

"What?" Elsa asked, curious.


As last time, Indiana was sporting Elsa's beret and coat, while Elsa wore the fedora and his leather coat. Marion stood behind him, her hair completely soaked as they waited for the door to open. "Yes?" the butler asked, looking not at all pleased.

"And not before time!" he spoke, attempting a Scottish accent once more. He figured he didn't need to change what'd worked so well before. "Did you intend to leave us standing on the doorstep all day?" He walked inside, looking as uptight as he could. "We're drenched!" Indy sneezed on the butler hard.

The butler recoiled, disgusted.

"Now look, I've gone and caught a sniffle." He stole the butler's handkerchief and wiped his nose. Marion walked up beside the butler, her smile wide and quite distracting. Even dripping wet she was still far too sexy.

"Are you expected," the butler asked, barely containing his irritation.

"Do not take that tone with me, my good man. Now buttle off and tell Baron Brunwald that Lord Clarce MacDonald and his two lovely assistants…" he immediately took both Elsa and Marion's arms, "… are here to view the tapestries."

"Tapestries?"

Glancing at Marion he rolled his eyes dramatically. "Dear me, the man is dense!" He moved the butler from the doorway, gesturing at the walls around them. "This is a castle, isn't it? There are tapestries?"

"This is a castle and we have many tapestries. But if you are a Scottish lord, then I am Mickey Mouse!" the butler shouted in annoyance.

Indy looked over at his 'assistants' in mock anger. "How dare he?" Before he could knock the man unconscious as before he saw the butler fall forward, already knocked out. Behind him was Marion, holding his gun. She'd hit him with the butt end. Indy almost laughed at the smug expression on Marion's face. "Now that's what I call assistance, Miss Marion," he joked. "Now assist me with hiding this butler," he spoke, as he and Marion dragged the butler into the cupboard.

Indy took back his hat and coat, and handed Elsa's hat and coat before walking through the castle toward a wide hallway. He could hear the voices coming from Nazi soldiers working around a large table with a map. A secret Nazi command center.

Marion frowned. "More Nazis… I hate these guys."

Indy nodded in agreement, as thunder shook the castle. Together the three walked from the banister and continued down the hallway. Indy took his gun from Marion and stopped at a closed door. "This one… he's probably in here."

"How do you know?" Elsa asked.

Indiana pointed to the wiring around the door. "It's wired." He immediately led them to the next closed door, which was not wired. After knocking, he twisted the doorknob and walked inside. The room was empty and completely dark just as before. He put his gun away and walked to the window, opening it. Immediately rain started pouring through the window. The storm was getting worse.

"This is not a good idea," Marion whispered to him.

He gave her a quick kiss and handed her the gun. "Don't worry… this is kid's play. I'll be right back," he assured her before glancing over at Elsa who looked just as concerned. She was a good actress; he had to give her that. He leaned in close to Marion, pretending to kiss her cheek. "Keep an eye on Elsa for me… got a feeling."

Marion nodded faintly. "Be careful," she whispered just before he pulled away.

Indiana smiled before climbing up onto the wet windowsill, and then stepped onto the ledge outside. Just as before he reached for his bullwhip and extended it out, wrapping it around some wires protruding from the castle wall above the window to the next room. After giving the whip a good tug to make sure it would hold he leaped off the ledge and landed on a stone gargoyle. Standing on top of the gargoyle he shifted his body, and swung toward the window next to the one he'd just left. Indiana hurled through the window, rolling away from his landing in expectation of what he knew would follow. He wasn't about to make the same mistake. He jumped to his feet and blocked the vase that would have crashed down onto his head. "Hey Dad," he greeted with a grunt as the vase broke to pieces.

"Junior?!" exclaimed his father. He was just as Indy had remembered, and it took everything he had not to pull the old man into his arms. His gray mustache and beard made him look just as distinguished as he remembered. Doctor Henry Jones Sir.

Henry smiled in relief. "It is you, Junior!"

Suddenly he couldn't help but laugh at the nickname. He hated the name, yet somehow he couldn't be happier to hear it once more. "Do you always greet your saviors by trying to bash their skulls in?" he questioned, glancing down at the broken vase.

"You came for me?!"

"Of course, Dad," he told him. The room his father was held in was small, and just as dark as the room he'd left Marion and Elsa in. Rain was pouring through the broken window, and Indy could hear a loud clap of thunder. While Indiana checked the broken window his father stared at the broken vase with dismay. He cared the ruined vase to a desk and held it under the lamp to examine it more closely. "Late fourteenth century, Ming Dynasty," he said sadly. "Oh, it breaks the heart."

Indy rubbed his head, lost in memory. "And the head," he mumbled to himself in amusement.

His father sighed. "I'll never forgive myself."

"It's a fake, Dad," he assured him, walking from the window.

His father looked back down at the vase and chuckled. "You're right! Thank God! You can tell by the cross section."

Indiana nodded, catching the broken imitation vase before it could be thrown to the ground, potentially alerting his father's captures. "Not a good idea, Dad," he told him and gently laid the vase down. "Now get your stuff. We've got to get out of here."

His father picked up the umbrella and his leather bag. "I thought you were one of them."

"Dad, they come in through the doors," he spoke, though with less annoyance than last time.

"Heh! Good point. But better safe than sorry," said his father with a quiet chuckle. "Humph, so I was wrong this time, but by God, I wasn't wrong when I mailed you my diary." Henry slid his umbrella through the straps of his bag, which he placed in his lap. "You obviously got it."

"I got it, and used it. We found the entrance to the catacombs."

"Through the library?" his father questioned in hushed excitement.

He couldn't help but smile. Giddy as a schoolboy, Elsa was right. "Right."

Henry stood up. "I knew it, and the tomb of Sir Richard?"

"Found it," he said with a nod.

His father looked at him in amazement, walking to stand in front of him. "He was actually there? You saw him?"

"What was left of him," Indy spoke. "Alexandretta," he then said, anticipating his father's next question. He couldn't stop thinking about Marion. Had he been wrong to leave her with Elsa, knowing who would be coming through the door? He couldn't help but be worried.

"Alexandretta!" Henry exclaimed and dropped his bag on the desk. He spun away and took off his hat. "Of course! On the pilgrim trail from the Eastern Empire! Oh Junior, you did it!" He was smiling broadly when he sat back down on the wooden bench against the wall.

"No Dad, you did," he told his father with pride. "Forty years."

Henry sighed, shaking his head. "Oh, if only I could have been with you."

"There were rats, Dad… big ones," he said, pulling out his whip as he stood beside the door. He knew any minute a Nazi officer would barge inside, gun in hand. Indy would be prepared.

"Rats?" his father repeated, suddenly not quite as excited.

Indy could see the fear. "Hang tight, we're getting out of here. Get behind the desk."

"What?" his father questioned confused.

"Just do it, Dad. They'll be here any minute."

Then the door was kicked open, just as his father ducked behind the desk, an S.S. officer, carrying a machine gun stood at the door way. Indy tripped up the officer, sending him crashing to the floor then punched the next officer. Using his whip he took the next officer's weapon from him and flipped it into his hands without breaking a sweat. He'd had plenty of practice… that was the good thing about getting old, even if he didn't look it at the moment.

The officer glared at him, obviously taken by surprise. He'd expected to be doing the surprising. "Sorry, not this time," Indy said with a smile.

"You won't get away with this, Doctor Jones. Give us the book."

"I don't think you're in a position to be making demands," Indy told him while his father walked from behind the desk, bag in hand.

"You dolt! Do you think my son would be that stupid that he would bring my diary all the way back here?" he asked with a grin.

Indiana smiled. 'Not this time,' he thought to himself. The diary was safe. He wasn't about to make yet another trip to Berlin… straight into the lion's den. Slowly he walked toward the officer, then punched him unconscious and dragged him into the room. Holding the machine gun, he grabbed his father and rushed toward the next door where he'd left Marion and Elsa. The moment he opened the door and walked inside he frowned at the sight that greeted him. Elsa was standing next to a Nazi colonel named Vogel. Vogel had Marion's hands pinned and was resting a Luger pistol against her head.

"That's far enough," Vogel spoke. "Put down the gun, Doctor Jones. Put down the gun or the girl dies."

"Who's she?!" Henry exclaimed in confusion.

Indy sighed; Vogel was using Marion as a shield. Elsa gave him a smug smile as she watched. "Marion, are you okay?" he asked, ignoring his father.

Marion winced as the Colonel pushed the gun further against her. "What do you think?!" she asked in annoyance.

"I will kill her!" Vogel shouted.

"Why on God's green Earth would you bring her here?!" his father shouted at him. "She could be a Nazi too!" With a glare toward Elsa he added, "like Elsa!"

Indy stared at Marion, trying to think up his next move. "She's not a Nazi, Dad, she's you're future daughter-in-law," he finally said.

"Daughter-in-law?!" his father questioned. Marion seemed just as surprised by Indiana's introduction, but chose not to say a word. She simply stared back at Indy.

"Not for long if you're son doesn't drop his weapon!" Vogel shouted.

"What do you mean daughter-in-law?" Henry asked in confusion.

Indy had had about enough of his father's questions. "Not a good time, Dad!" he shouted.

"Enough! She dies!" Vogel spoke angrily.

"Wait!" said Indy as he watched Vogel's finger on the trigger. "Wait!"

"Indy no!" Marion shouted as Indiana lowered his gun, handing it to Elsa.

Vogel pointed his weapon at the Jones men, and pushed Marion into Indy's arms. "Now give me the book!"

Indy frowned. "I don't have it."

"Tell me where it is!" Vogel commanded, as Elsa raised the machine gun toward his father.

He wasn't sure what to do. As a precaution he'd decided not to take the Grail diary with him, especially since he already knew what to do. "It's being mailed… I mailed it to a friend," he finally told them. He knew they'd stop at nothing to get the book. He would have to lie. "His name is General Bob Ross," he said with a small smile.


After being searched for the diary and finding nothing, they'd escorted him, Henry, and Marion to another room Indy knew well. They were put in chairs as before, and tied together… only this time, Marion was tied with them. Donovan stood before them, gazing at the three. His father spoke before Indy could. "I misjudged you, Walter. I knew you'd sell your mother for an Etruscan vase, but I didn't know you would sell your country and your soul… to the slime of humanity."

"Once my men have recovered the diary we will find the Grail," said Donovan with a devilish smile.

"Let me kill them now," spoke Vogel.

"No," Elsa said. "If we fail to recover the pages, we'll need them alive."

Donovan shrugged, unaffected. "Always do what the doctor orders." He walked out of the room, the Colonel right behind him.

Elsa walked over to Indiana. "Don't look at me like that. We both wanted the Grail. I would have done anything to get it," she told him. "You would have done the same."

Indy glared at her. Like Donovan, she was a Nazi, and although he knew… and hoped she would change, it was obvious nothing mattered but the Grail. "I'm sorry you think so."

Elsa's smile faded and she bent down, her hand resting on his cheek. He tried to pull away from her, but it was useless. He was confined by the restraints. "It was a pleasure," Elsa told him and kissed his lips. For a moment Indiana didn't react, his mind going back to the last time she'd kissed him. When he returned to the present and jerked his head, effectively ending the kiss. He wanted to wipe his mouth.

"Believe me, the pleasure was all yours," he told her angrily.

He could see in the corner of his eye, Marion glaring at both Elsa and Indy. 'Great,' he thought to himself. Vogel returned before Elsa could say another word. "Doctor Schneider, your car is waiting."

Elsa frowned. "That was simply how Austrians say good-bye," she spoke sadly; her lips still fairly close to his.

Vogel walked over to her with an evil leer, and Indy knew what was coming. "And this is how we say good-bye in Germany," he said before punching him straight in the jaw. His father grunted when the back of Indy's head struck Henry's. It hurt like hell. Vogel then joined Elsa as they walked out of the room.

"Serves you right," Marion told him.

Indy rolled his eyes.

"I thought Marion was my future daughter-in-law, yet you're here kissing other women," Henry scolded.

Marion scoffed. "He certainly has a way with women!"

He was tied to his father and Marion, not a good combination. Although at least Marion hadn't denied their engagement… Indy hadn't actually told her he wanted to marry her and be a family, though he'd certainly said something close a few nights ago in bed. "Hey! She kissed me! I pulled away!" he fought.

"You hesitated," Marion told him, not missing a beat.

"I did not!"

"Actually, you did, Junior," his father cut in.

"Don't call me that!" Indy found himself shouting. He had to get out of the ropes before he completely lost it. "And could we please focus on getting out of here?!"

"I just want to understand why my own son is getting married, and I have to hear about it, now!" Henry fought.

"Oh believe me, there's more," Marion told him, glaring at Indy.

"More? What, he has a kid too?" his father said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. When both looked at him in silence he frowned. "Junior?!"

"I was going to tell you, Dad! I was just trying to wait for the right time!"

"The right time?! You could have told me back in that damned room! For the love of God, Junior-"

Indiana was quick to interrupt. "Well unless you want my son to lose both parents and a grandfather in one day, I suggest we try to escape now! You can yell at me later!"

"Oh believe me! I will be!" Henry shouted.

Indy sighed. 'I should have left him,' he thought to himself. 'I should have left them both.'

To Be Continued….