AN: So sorry for the delay, but I can't get a hold of my beta and I intended not to post before my beta read this. Now as you can see, I decided against it. Hope you don't mind. Enjoy.

Chp.7

Marion nearly jumped when someone threw her husband into the tent. She crawled over to him. "Indy? Are you okay, Darling?" She asked.

Jones groaned slightly and then opened his eyes to look into those worried one's of his wife. He smiled slightly. "I'm fine, Honey."

She leaned down to kiss him and Mutt gagged. Marion and Indy just chuckled.

"Hey, lovebirds! We're supposed to get outta here." The youngest Jones stated. "I have my knife, but I can't reach it."

Indy got up as fast as he could. Nearly knocking Marion over. "Where is it?" He asked.

"Left pocket."

Just as he was about to reach into his son's pocket, Marion spoke up. "No. You're not going to do that."

Indy stilled. His back was turned towards his son so he could reach the knife with his hands tied at his back. "No?" He asked frowning. "Marion, I don't want to stay here any longer."

"Out there are dozens of Russians. When we try to get out of here someone gets hurt."

Jones thought for a moment.

"Ah, come on. We can get outta here. As if they'd even realize we're not here anymore." Mutt said.

Of course Indy wanted to get away as soon as possible, but he'd be damned if his family would get hurt.

"Okay." He said after a moment of silence. "We'll wait."

"What?! I can barely feel my fingers anymore!"

"Maybe we should at least get off those ropes." Jenny replied.

Mutt looked at her. "Thank you." She grinned.

"Alright." Indy answered.

"No. We better ask for permission." Marion answered.

"Marion, no." But it was too late.

"Dubrovnik!" She yelled. Vladimir came into the tent. "We want to talk to your boss." She said.

The man went away.

Indy closed his eyes and sighed. "Unbelievable." He whispered.

"What was that, Jones?" She asked.

"Nothing, Honey."

After a while Dubrovnik came in. "What can I do for you?" He asked.

Marion spoke up. "We want those ropes off."

Dubrovnik thought for a moment. "You know that if you try anything, I won't hesitate to shoot you, right?"

"Yes." She answered.

Dubrovnik nodded and went away again. A moment later Vladimir came inside and cut off the ropes.

Mutt rubbed at his wrists. They were red and sore. Then he took out his comb and combed threw his hair. He hadn't done that in a long time now. He figured he must have looked horrible. If that was even possible. "Let's get outta here already." He said.

"Henry Jones III! I swear, if you set one food out of this tent, I'll throw that damn motorbike of your into the sewer." Marion warned.

Mutt let his hands fall onto his lap and sighed but stayed quiet.

Jenny smiled slightly.

Marion scooted nearer towards her husband and snuggled into his side. Indy laid an arm around her and then kissed the top of her head. After a while the two women were fast asleep. Just Indy and Mutt were still awake.

The younger man took out his knife and began to play with it. Indy watched him do so. "How'd you manage to handle it like that?"

"Practise." Came the short reply.

"Must have cut yourself often, huh?" Mutt just shrugged. So much for smalltalk. Indy nodded to himself and then laid his head on Marion's and drifted off to sleep as well.

Mutt rubbed a hand over his face. Damn, he was tired. If he could just be at home right now. Why couldn't they just try to flee? They could go find those damn artefact by themselves and fly back to the States. Indiana Jones always found a way to get away, but this time he didn't even try. Maybe Mutt himself should go for it.

He stood up and went to the entrance of the tent as quiet as he could. As soon as he stepped out of it, a Russian hit him hard enough to throw him to the gound. The man kicked him over and over again and ignored the groans of the young man.

Indy and Marion awoke. Jones looked around and saw that his son was nowhere to be seen. He stood up and went to the entrance of the tent, Marion hot in his heels. When they stepped outside, they saw the Russian working on Mutt.

"Hey, you bastard! I told you not to touch him!" Indy yelled and started towards the man. Two russian men held him back.

Dubrovnik walked out of his tent. "What the hell is going on here?!" He looked at the scene in front of him. "Stop it right now!" The man obeyed. Dubrovnik went towards him. "Next time I kill you." The man nodded and went away. "Let him go for god's sake!"

The two men let Indy walk towards his son. "Junior, you okay?" He asked. The boy nodded, unable to speak.

Marion, Indy and Mutt were back in the tent. They got a bowl filled with water and a cloth. Marion wiped the blood off her son's face. He hissed in pain.

"I told you not to leave the tent."

"Needed to pee." Mutt lied, eyes closed.

Indy looked at his son. Mutt was so much like him. He smiled slightly. The smiled vanished when Marion pulled up Mutt's t-shirt. His body was covered with bruises.

"These bastards!" He exclaimed.

"It's not as bad as it looks like." The youngest Jones said.

"You got a look at yourself lately?" Indy answered.

"Stop it, you two." Marion said. "This really doesn't look good. You should get some sleep." She said, stroking back a few strands that laid on his forehead.

"Mhm..." Mutt replied and after a moment he was asleep.

Marion kissed his temple. "You do have a plan, right?" She asked not looking up from her baby.

"I'm getting us outta here, Honey." Indy answered. Marion nodded and laid her head on her husbands lap. He softly caressed her cheek as he watched her slowly drifting off to sleep. He took off his brown leather jacket and covered her with it. Then he grabbed Mutt's jacket from the ground and covered his son as well. Indy closed his eyes and went to sleep holding both of his loved ones.

AN: Thankful for every review. Take care.