Indiana Jones

Indiana Jones

and the

Kingdom of the Crystal Skull

1952 Version

Summary: The events of the movie take place five years sooner: 1952.

Author's Note: Mutt is just fifteen when he tracks Indy down. Will follow story line of movie pretty well, if you haven't seen it DON'T READ THIS.

Warning: spanking later on.

Disclaimer: I don't own Indiana Jones or any of these characters. They belong solely to George Lucas, Steven Spielberg, and Paramount Pictures.

Chapter 7: The Old Man

(A.N: This chapter is strictly for this story. It in no way appeared in the actual movie.)

The plane ride was boring. At least, Mutt found it so.

The old man sat stretched out on one side of the small cargo plane with his hat down over his eyes.

Mutt studied him, wondering again why he had sought him out.

Sure, Mom always told me if something ever happened to her to come find him but I never actually thought I'd have to.

Okay, he admitted the old guy was pretty good at this adventure/archeology stuff. He'd give him that.

He just couldn't get past the fact that this man was his father.

I can't believe I'm named after him.

Henry Jones III.

He'd hated being called that…of course it was usually when he was in trouble so that was understandable.

He much preferred Mutt, which he'd taken from this old junk yard dog he'd nursed back to health one summer after its leg had been broken when his bicycle had collided with the…well, mutt.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he went back to studying the old man.

What was it about him that had made his mom love him for over thirty years?

And she did still love him; that much he knew. She'd had plenty of men wanting to marry her over the years, but she'd turned them all down flat.

It was as if she was waiting for the time he'd walk back into her life, just as he had done that time in Nepal.

Mutt hadn't really cared whether his mom married somebody or not. He had her and Ox to look after him, he hadn't needed anybody else. At least, that's what he had told himself anyway.

The old man stirred, his fedora shifting a little bit, but he remained asleep.

Mutt had to admit in the short time he'd known him he'd come to respect the old adventurer, and he was helping him to rescue his mom and Ox.

Should I tell him? Would he even believe me? What would I say?

He'd been wrestling with those questions ever since he'd decided to track him down.

How exactly did you tell someone you were their son? And that your former girlfriend hadn't even bothered to let you know, despite having several chances over the years?

Mutt sighed. He'd leave things as they were.

He didn't need a father, after all.

He was just fine on his own.

Wasn't he?

"You okay, kid?" Indy's voice pulled him out of his thoughts, causing him to jump slightly. "You look like you've got something on your mind."

He looked over to see the old man looking at him curiously. "I'm good," he told him.

The old man nodded. "If you say so," he said, though there was a look in his eyes that said he thought otherwise. Shrugging, he pulled the fedora down over his eyes again and went back to sleep.

Sighing, Mutt stretched out and prepared to do the same.

At least he doesn't snore…

A snore erupted from under the fedora right at that moment.

figures!

Rolling his eyes at the old man, the boy put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

Underneath the fedora, Indy grinned. He continued to watch the kid as he slept.

There's something about that kid…

TBC…