Indiana Jones

and the

Honeymoon Adventure

Summary: Indy runs into a couple of old friends. Mutt runs into some BIG TROUBLE. Paris may never be the same again.

Author's Note: Mutt is just fifteen. Sequel to: Indiana Jones 4: 1952 Version.

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 10: The Quest

Indy, Mutt, and Short Round were escorted into the study within a posh Parisian mansion that sat on a hill over looking the Eiffel Tower. Little Indy, who thankfully remained asleep the entire ride over, was sleeping just outside watched over by the pair of goons that had brought them there. Indy had made certain to warn them that if anything happened to the little boy no place in the world would protect them from him.

They seemed to get the message.

Three men waited inside, two of them the three members of the Jones' family recognized. One was Rene Belloq Jr. and the other was Dr. Mal Ram. The third man was Indy's age, and while he looked somewhat familiar to the older adventurer he knew he'd never seen him before.

"Hello, Dr. Jones," the older man said, smiling. "I do hope my men didn't startle you?"

Indy raised an eyebrow. Why did that sound so familiar to him?

"Who are you and what's this about?" Indy asked, crossing his arms and glaring.

"Straight to the point," the man said, his white teeth showing again. "To answer you first question my name is Joseph Donovan. I believe you were acquainted with my father, yes?"

Indy's face drained of color. Donovan had been the man seeking the Holy Grail, and who had died when he let his greed consume him and he chose the wrong cup to drink from.

"I knew him all right," he said, "and he got just what he deserved."

Joseph Donovan raised an eyebrow. "I'm quite sure he did," he said, smiling coldly. "My father was a shrewd man, even with me, and he never allowed anything--even his own wife and son—to come between his goals and desires. My mother was quite devastated when he died, I'm afraid, and she committed suicide shortly afterwards."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Indy said, sincerely. "I only met her once, but she seemed like a nice lady."

"She was," Donovan said, again with that cold smile plastered on his face. "Now to the reason I have asked you here. I need your help, Dr. Jones, in finding one of the most sacred objects within the history of the world."

"What's that?" Indy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The Tapestry of the Fates," Donovan told him, smirking. "You've heard of it, I'm sure."

Indy scoffed. "That's nothing but a legend, Donovan," he growled. "A myth, nothing more."

"I assure you, Dr. Jones," Dr. Ram spoke for the first time, "it is no myth. I have collected the clues that have led us to believe that we have found the entrance to the Temple of the Fates."

"Uh, question?" Mutt asked, interrupting, "but what the hell is the Tapestry of the Fates?"

Young Belloq snorted. "Simpleton," he sneered at the American teen, "don't they teach anything in those schools of yours?"

Mutt bristled. "Come a little closer, wise guy," he snarled, "and I'll show you." He would have taken a step forward, but his father's arm stopped him…as did the murderous glare Indy sent his way.

Donovan smirked at the two teens antics. "The young these days," he said, sighing. "To answer your question, Mr. Jones, the Fates were said to be three women…"

"The Maiden, the Mother, and the Matriarch," Indy supplied, knowing the legend by heart.

Donovan nodded. "That's right," he said, "One was a young girl, one was a middle aged woman, and the other was older lady. Two of the three were blind, the Maiden and the Matriarch, because they spun and cut the threads of life—human life, that is. The Mother was the only one who could see because she weaved the threads into the Tapestry that controlled the destiny or "fates" of everyone in the world."

"The one you can find the Tapestry," Indy told his son, "will be able to reshape their destiny or remake the world to suit their purposes. Is that about right, Donovan?"

The man smiled. "You're very quick, Dr. Jones," he said, grinning. "Very quick indeed."

"Uh huh," Indy said, skeptically. "What's their involvement in all this?" He nodded to the two other behind the man.

"Young Mr. Belloq," Donovan said, "is my ward…after his father's untimely death, which I believe you witnessed as well, his poor mother was unable to care for him. Since I was a good friend to Rene Belloq, I took him in and raised him. He is the finiest swordsman in France. Dr. Ram is the one who has found the clues that have directed us to the location of the Temple of the Fates. All that is required is for someone to go in and get the tapestry for us."

"You mean you've already found the location of the Temple?" Indy asked, curious. Usually in these situations, he was sought because someplace needed to be found.

"We have," Donovan said, smiling.

"Then what the hell do you need me for?" Indy asked, outraged. "I'm on my honeymoon, for crying out loud!"

"Finding the Temple was the easy part, Dr. Jones," Donavon said. "Getting to the Tapestry is the tricky part. Within are three corridors, all three filled with booby traps designed specifically to test the very young, the adult, and the very old. You, your son, and your foster son are the male equivalents of the Fates themselves: the boy, the young father, and the patriarch."

Indy crossed his arms and glared at them. "So are the three of you," he threw back, his jaw setting squarely.

Now, Donavon showed his true colors. "Yes," he said, smiling wickedly, "but I am—like my father, Dr. Jones—a very shrewd business man and a good business man never takes a risk he doesn't have to. You three will enter the Temple of the Fates for us and retrieve the Tapestry."

"If we refuse?" Indy asked, glaring.

"You won't," he said, and snapped his fingers.

Through another door, Marion, Willie, and Freddie were escorted in. Neither of them looked particularly happy at the moment; in fact, they all looked down right pissed off.

"There had better be a damn good reason for interrupting my honeymoon," Marion snarled, glaring first at the three well dressed men and then glaring at the still dirty men of her family.

"Oh, there is, honey," Indy told her, "believe me, there is."

Donovan smiled cruelly. "I'm sure you get the message, eh Dr. Jones?" he asked.

Indy glared. "Yeah, Donovan," he said, through gritted teeth, "I get the message." Short Round and Mutt nodded in agreement with him. They got the message, too.

"Good," Donovan said, "then we can begin our quest immediately."

Indy nodded; his eyes hard. He clenched his fist at his sides.

Give me the chance, you bastard, and I'll show you what a quest with Indiana Jones is really like!

TBC…