Dr. Jones had sent a letter to Willie through the mail. He was now on his way back inside.

Shorty hurriedly pulled away from the window, seating himself back at the breakfast table, pretending he'd not been interested at all. His father never told him what he'd written, and the teen never asked.

"So, you're going to give baseball a wing, huh?" Dr. Jones asked, seating himself across the table from his son.

"Yeah. Not going to give it a lot of time, just play around now and then." Shorty said dismissively. "I won't ever play a real game, just fooling around at the park."

The older Jones eyed his son critically for a moment. "You never know, you could be pretty good at baseball."

"I just don't want to dedicate the time and effort it'd take to get good at it. Simple as that." Shorty said, excusing himself from the meal.

Within a few minutes, both Joneses were in the car.

"You know," Dr. Jones said after a moment's silence. "I've already got a bat and ball somewhere, couple of gloves too, I think."

Shorty nodded. "That'd help, I don't want to bother getting new equipment."

"You going to plan on playing with some of the other boys from school?"

"Yeah, we'll probably have really casual games after schools some days." Shorty shrugged. "nothing big."

Dr. Jones smiled to himself, remembering the sorts of games he had played with his friends. He'd been younger than Shorty when he was really into sports, but not by a lot. His big interest had been cars. But the only thing his son seemed to know about them was how to fix them. He didn't give a care what model it was.

"Shorty, do you often walk home from school with Sabrina?"

Shorty blushed slightly. How'd Dr. Jones even known? "No, why?" It wasn't really true. After all though, it all depended on what you meant by 'often'.

"Just curious."

"Nosy."

Dr. Jones grinned as they pulled into the Marshall college parking lot. "Have it your own way."


"Jones." Indy said as he lifted the phone's receiver.

"Hi, is Shorty there?"

"Yeah, just a sec." Indy smirked, covered the receiver and called into the livingroom, where Shorty was studying. "Some girl wants to talk to you."

Shorty rolled his eyes. As if he didn't know who it was. What other girls called him?

"Hi, Sabrina." He said, giving Indy an annoyed look. His father retreated from the kitchen, feigning a hurt look.

Indy continued out the door, waiting on the steps. She'll be here soon. He told himself, trying to remain calm. You can't blow it now, there's no going back.

Sure enough, after a few moments, Marion's slim frame marched up the sidewalk towards him. She approached him undaunted and sat down beside him. "You wanted to talk to me?"

"Yeah," Indy was devastated to realize that all his carefully planned words had just disappeared from his brain. "I.. Willie.. She's not.. coming over anymore." That was pathetic. He was stammering like a student giving their first speech in front of a large class.

"Oh?" Marion asked, seemingly not interested. This was definitely not the case however. In reality, she was having trouble hiding her pleasure in the news.

"I took your advice. About seeing her, I mean."

"So you do have a spark of decency in you." Marion half-smiled, not willing to let her guard down completely.

"It didn't work out very well. She got- we both got pretty riled up." Indy paused, wondering what to say. He couldn't just say 'so I'm open now, want to stick around?'.

Marion surveyed the archaeologist's features, taking in every last detail. She'd been so eager to see him again. She wasn't disappointed, he was still as charming as ever. She smiled inwardly, trying not to let it show on the outside.

"Why are you telling me this?" she asked at last.

"Marion, you know why." Indy growled. "Why do you always have to play with me?"

"You're a good playmate."

"Dang it, Marion, I'm telling you because I.. I want you to stay here with me."

"Here?" the middle-aged woman looked mildly surprised. Her beautiful eyes showed for the first time, doubt.

"Yes, here." Indy replied stubbornly.

Marion stood, smoothed a few wrinkles in her blouse and said in as nonchalant a manner as she could manage, "If you insist." Before she could do anything to resist, Indy had pulled her off her feet and into his arms. She inhaled deeply, just before she was forced into the longest kiss she'd ever had the pleasure of receiving.

From the kitchen window, Shorty grinned. Thing were looking up after all.

Congratulations, you've finished my incredibly long story! :D I hope you enjoyed it, and I do apologize for the cheesiness. Please feel free to review/criticize, as it'll help improve my writing for future stories. I really enjoyed giving you guys what I hope was a nice bit of entertainment.

Over and out from the Insane Bunny Queen,

Jessica Wolf