My Girl
Indy's POV
I had been there when she died. We'd never quite got married ever, but we still cared about each other more than anything. We'd been in a temple looking for evidence of the Golden Fleece of the Argonaut's legend. Just as we reached a chamber filled with bodies, the ceiling started to fall in. We both turned and made a run for it. Marion tripped over a jutting rock, and I quickly ran back to get her.
But I was too late. The ceiling fell in around her before I could get there. I shouted, but I heard no answer. It's amazing how fast the people you care about can be taken away from you.
I went back home, where Brody was watching my six-year old. She was the spitting image of Marion, with those curls and her tom-boy attitude. As cruel as it sounds, sometimes it hurt me to look at her after that day. It reminded me of someone.
I knew nothing about taking care of a kid alone. She was so young. Though Brody told me to hold on to her and give it a try, I just kept worrying that somehow I would mess her up. So I sent her off to school. I visited once in a while, and I wrote letters. She seemed to be fine, except for the occasional calls I got about her beating up a boy at school who was picking on someone. Even the teacher had to admit she could throw a punch.
I worked at the college for a while, staying away from adventuring. But eventually I started to get back into it, even though I now always went on my own with no help from anyone. One day I infiltrated a Communist base and managed to snatch a map to their next great plan. I was all ready to head to Australia alone, when Sallah called and said he was coming.
"Indy, you must move on. It was such long ago, and I know what I am doing. Just as long as you go first." I relented. Sallah was a good friend, and I knew that I missed the company.
Just as I got ready to leave, she appeared. Now the last thing I wanted was for her to on this adventure and possibly get hurt, but she is stubborn as a mule. Just like her mother. She was actually an asset, when you put her innocence and recklessness and impulsiveness aside.
She was my girl.
R&R. More to come soon.
