A/N Okay, so this is the chap you've been waiting for… I know you all think you've waited too long for it, but don't think that reviewing doesn't help, because it really does. I've told some of my readers that this chapter was pre-written but because of these very nice reviews I've grown accustomed to getting, I've worked extra hard on perfecting this chapter as many things with great importance happens in this chap. SO without further ado, go an enjoy yourselves :D

14th Chapter of Huevo de Chivo

"The Point of No Return – Part 2"

He did see recognition in her eyes though as she neared. They where only ten feet or so away and the camels came to a halt as Marion slid down to the ground, keeping eye contact with Indy. He didn't mind the other woman or Sallah anymore as all his focus was on her.

"Hey Marion."

"Hi Indy, I need to speak with my father."

It takes a few seconds for him to register the meaning of the words coming out of her mouth. He was too busy relishing in the great feeling it was, just to see her again. She didn't notice it though, because for some reason she knew the general direction of the camp. She only stopped to look at him once and proceeded with giving the reigns of her camel to Omayra, walking past him with little patience.

It was only when he couldn't see her in front of him anymore that he noticed she was gone. Instead he came face to face with a dark-skinned, lithe woman with no hair. She looked at him with a small smirk on her dark lips and nodded once; "You must be Indiana Jones," she said, smiling at his furrowed brow. He was just about to ask her something, anything, when Sallah interrupted him with a push that almost made him fall to the ground. The man came fourth and gave the woman a great bear hug, laughing his boisterous laugh yet another time. "Omayra, is your father still earning his bread by cheating tourists?"

Indy looked at Sallah and Omayra shortly before he turned around, frantically searching for Marion. She was in their previous path, a good stretch ahead of them and too far away from him. For a moment he felt panic in his heart, thinking that she'd only come to be able to be the one to leave him. Even though the sand gave way to his feet, making it hard to run, he set out in a run anyway, deciding with a will of steel that he would reach her before she got too far away.

She was already down at the camp when he reached her and he stopped her with a tug to her shoulder, making her turn abruptly like she'd just been disturbed in something very important.

"Marion, what are you doing here?" Indy asked, completely breathless, but he didn't get any answer because it was readable in her eyes. She was angry, determined and suddenly he felt like some distance between them would've been nice. She glared him and his question down, and then she looked to both sides. Workers where looking at her strangely because it wasn't custom for a woman to stand up to a man like that, it wasn't even normal for her to even be there, under any possible circumstances and yet she was. Once more she remembered her mission and then she turned to Indy, who was still looking a little confused. She sighed when she felt a small tinge deep in her stomach when she met his perplexed gaze. She would have to deal with that later.

"Where's Abner's tent?" she asked in a stern tone.

Indy seemed to wake from his daze quicker than before and pointed in the tent's direction. Marion was off in an instant, thumping her way over the ground with quick steps, her legs almost faster at taking her tent than the rest of her body was to follow them. Indy was right behind her, and without a call to his mentor, she entered the tent, only stopping to make out the surroundings of the inside of the tent and the position of her father.

The man was resting in a chair; his shoulders slumped while his head was deep in the pages of some book on his desk, his back to his daughter standing still in the opening. Indy stopped beside Marion and he heard her giving an audible sigh as she took a step further into the shade. Indy let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding as he bore witness to the situation in front of him. His daughter was right there and he wasn't even aware. He couldn't feel her presence while being to enamoured in his work. Indy thought idly in his mind that the situation mirrored their relationship perfectly. Why else wasn't she allowed to journey with him?

"Dad?" she asked silently, the sight of him actually terrified her in some respect, but it was only a weak millisecond, then it was gone and replaced with the will of steel she'd carried with her ever since she left their home. She watched silently as he turned around, somewhere halfway it looked like he knew what he would face but surprise was still very much painted on his face when their eyes met.

"…Marion?" he said, eyes wide, but then a smile erupted on his face, so happy to see his daughter after such a long depravation of her company. He was half out of his chair when he actually noticed the look he was given, it emanated from her being and gave the atmosphere an electric tint, like something big was going to happen. 'She looked most foreboding,' he thought to himself with a furrowed brow, and then suddenly a thought hit him, that she was going to say something that would destroy something precious, something as precious as his secret. He held his breath in the silence and awaited whatever should come out of his daughter's mouth.

"…I told you not to lie to me anymore Abner, but you keep on hiding like some little gravedigger with a secret treasure," she started, advancing further into the tent, "What is it you're hiding from your daughter Abner, what is it?"

Before she'd even taken a step he'd known what it was about, why else would she be here? He knew that it would only be a matter of time, but his love for his daughter had clouded his judgment as he'd hoped they could've gone on forever in that ignorant bliss. That specific hope had been crushed now and the only thing he could think of was to just prolong this twisted state of things for as long as he could. Thinking this he tried to hide the very pale tint he was sure his face had gotten as she'd come closer. He gave little thought to what he said, his speech jumbled because of his equally jumbled thoughts, "Marion… The long journey must have clouded your mind… I haven't hidden any-"

"Shut it!" she shouted at him with such force that he was visibly taking aback, completely stiff from the anger in her voice.

She took a breath, "I heard it from Jacob. I had to hear it from Eliza," she was close to him now, her arms gesturing about like voicing her anger wasn't enough so she had to do it physically too. Her teeth were showing as her voice came out in an unrecognisable and strangled whisper, hiding the usual melodious voice. "Of all the people in the world that you could have told, you went and told it to a servant, but you hid the truth from your own daughter. Of all people!" she shouted and knocked over a chair standing nearby. Abner shifted uncomfortably in his chair, and Marion moved in for the kill. She moved over to hold onto the back of his chair and put her face right beside his head.

"Now… Tell me how my mother died."

His shoulders slumped, eyes searched the loft of the tent frantically and his breathing had suddenly become erratic. She could see sweat forming on his brow and his hands where in his fists. Some time during his search for hope, he fastened his eyes on Indy. The man was silent but he returned the look with no compassion at all. He was only a spectator in this.

Abner did not dare meet the gaze of his daughter, so he turned away from her side, still trying to hold on to the broken picture that was his life.

"I… There's nothing to tell really…" He could feel her eyes sending daggers into his back, and right there, he decided.

"Emma… Emma committed suicide a couple of weeks after you were born," he whispered.

He could hear her gasp as she let go of the chair and he took a sigh of relief.

"You… You're lying…" she said, making Abner turn to look at her. Now the tables where turned and he was the one with upper hand, even though he didn't want it to be so. He didn't even want this conversation, but he had to tell her something.

"That's the honest truth, Marion."

She was confused, her eyes searching the ground. "But, but why?" she asked. Abner took a deep breath but he already knew that he couldn't tell her. It was too horrible. Instead he gave a sigh and said, "I don't know…" Hiding his head to give belief to his lie.

It didn't fool Marion at all. She only had to look at him for a moment as he lifted his head to meet her eyes. She knew that he was lying, but her body was so tired. She suddenly felt her mind blur and her legs give away as she was caught by someone, Indy. Suddenly she couldn't think and felt that all she wanted to do was go far away from this tent, from her father, from their house on the mountain. Just go somewhere far away where everything was new and unknown, and without her mind trying to object and think about it; she wished that Indy would come along too on that journey.

Indy's Tent

Indy could only thank the Gods for her being so lithe. She was completely limb, her muscles sore and mind tired from the stress that he had no idea how long she'd endured. It must have been for more than a few days, perhaps months even, before he even came to their house. The home was far away, likewise the memories of it. All he had to cling on to right was her and the situation at hand. He lifted her so she could sit on his bed, and when she sat up straight he rose to stretch his back, cracking a few back muscles.

He looked down at her; hair covering her face and her motionless hands resting in her lap. He sat down in front of her, eying her with a worried look.

"Marion," he said, reaching forward to rest a hand on her shoulder. The reaction was a spasm and before he knew, they multiplied to more spasms, and her entire frame began to shake. He could hear her crying and reached his other hand forward to remove the hair in front of her face. The tears where indeed falling and her cheeks glistened with them, becoming red and irritant.

He could see that she wasn't able to control it at all because her face was contorted into the grimace of one in pain. Without even considering it, he pulled her forward, sitting on his knees to better hug her, and she cried into his dirty shirt. For how long he knew not, but he couldn't object to the fact that he'd liked it to go on forever. The thought of taking care of her awoke something in him and the need to be close to her grew even more.

Her breathing became slower and her hands crawled up to his shoulders, trying to push him away for a moment. He gave her the space she needed, moving a hand to move some hair behind her ear. It made her smile a little as she wiped her cheeks, flushed from the salt. She looked up at him with glassy eyes. It was weird to see her like this. Her mouth might be smiling but her eyes told a different story. They where empty somehow, like she could break out into another burst of tears any second.

Indy knew that he didn't want her to cry again, even though that meant he got to hold her. He could see that she was expecting something from him, but he didn't know what. He could only stare at her, and he was just about to ask her if she was feeling better when she acted on herself, moving close, putting a hand on his shoulder and her lips in his. Whatever words he would have uttered, they where completely forgotten.

She didn't even expect that much, she barely even touched his lips, but when he didn't react she moved away, intently searching his face for some sort of reaction. His eyes where closed, so there was a reaction, though it was little. He finally opened his eyes, moving his face away as if stunned to see her there.

His mind had gone into a meltdown. He knew not what to make of it and for a second he tried to make himself believe that it hadn't happened. 'Did she… actually just… kiss me?' he thought to himself, still too stunned to comply. She'd just kissed him, just when he'd dismissed the thought of kissing her.

"uhm…" he started, looking down, but then he realized that he still had his arms around her. He removed them quickly and as a reflex he stood up to have a better overview of the situation. Their eyes met again. His was slightly panicked and hers where frightened, confused at what had just transpired.

"uhm…" he started, once again. He staggered a few steps backwards, putting some space between them. "I'I have some business with to tend to…" he said, trying to figure out if he should say more, perhaps a "thanks for the kiss" and then "sleep tight now", but before he could even consider the stupidity of his thoughts, he'd staggered out of his own tent, hoping that she would be asleep when he came back.

Inside the tent Marion was still paralyzed. She still couldn't believe that he'd just left her alone, all by herself in this strange place, but then, very slowly, the thing that had happened between them got through to her painstaking head.

She had just kissed Abner's student. He was handsome and charming and 26, compared to her 15 years! What had she done? Why had she reacted that way towards a man who'd only tried to comfort her? To him giving her a hug and for her to just kiss him like that?

Her eyes searched the tent to assure herself that he was indeed gone and for the moment, she was glad he'd gone and disappeared. She let a hand rest on her forehead and even though she had a headache, it didn't stop her from hitting herself hard, mumbling, "Stupid," along the way. Her hand went to her lips, as she tried to stop thinking of how soft his touch had been when he had brushed her cheeks even though they hurt like hell, the light feel of his lips against hers.

The feeling the thought brought with it was almost enough for her to rise from the bed and run after him, caring like hell what the consequences would be, just so she could finish what she'd started. But as said before, it was only almost enough. Three days in the desert had made her tired, and his bed looked to comfy to say no too. The fact that it was his bed only added to her sudden sleepiness, and he was really the last thing she thought of as she fell backwards on the bed, asleep in seconds.

Somewhere Outside Indy's Tent, Later Obviously

The alcohol had clouded his judgment as he staggered out of Sallah's tent. He'd forgotten his fears of returning to his own tent, almost also forgetting the person who was in there, probably sitting on his bed, getting angrier by the minute because of him. He didn't think about it that much as he just was that drunk. Sallah hadn't lied about the brandy. It had been a welcoming numbing from his troubled thoughts and it had its magic well. Perhaps too well on his friend. Even though the man was bigger than Indy, he'd been the one to get most drunk, though Indy wasn't in such a good state himself. He had to rest for a moment on a lone tent pole.

He laughed to himself. How they'd drunk and sang all night. It had been fun, but now he really needed to get some sleep. He just didn't know what would happen when he awoke. Hell, he didn't even know what would happen when he entered his own tent. Would she even be awake? Would she try another move like that? Would they have to talk about it? What would happen?

All this was of course thought about in the way a drunken man thinks about such important matters. He asks the right questions, but he doesn't recognize the importance of the answers. Indy thought of all this with a smirk on his face as he zigzagged towards his tent, wanting to give the person inside a piece of his mind.

A/N Okay, you all think I'm a horrible person right now, I know, but the chaps already reached it's limit, word-wise. It's well over 3000 and though you could read it, I just don't think it would be easy. So, I am very sorry for this, but I had to put something up. The last part of the chapter will be up before tomorrow night I promise! It's already written. I just need to perfect it. So don't hate me too much, but then again, if you wanna tell me how much you hate me, you can write it in a review and enter it as constructive criticism.

I'll be back soon with another chapter. See you guys!