A Father and His Daughter

The shot fired and barely missed his skull. I re-loaded my gun and aimed for his head. He held his gaze on me as my tears fell to the tile floor. Everyone stopped shouting and there was silence.

"I love you." He held my eyes as I started to pull the trigger, but something stopped me. It was like another me, the old me was trying to gain control again. I tried again, but the voice shouted at me to stop. I loved him too. This wasn't who I was.

I suddenly saw all those nights we stayed up studying, all the conversations over dinner, our adventures past and present. I saw the hugs, the notes in my books he left wishing me luck, and I saw the millions of conversations where I knew he cared. Sure, other people were there sometimes but it was really just the two of us. It would always be the two of us.

"I can't do it!" I heard the other me shout as the real me came back. I dropped the gun like it was burning me and fell to my knees. I was sobbing.

"What?!"

"She did it!"

"Way to go Sarah!" The thoughts spiraled around me about what I'd almost done. I'd almost killed my dad.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry." He knelt beside me and took me in his arms.

"It's okay. You didn't do anything. It wasn't you. It's okay. Just calm down."

"I love you Dad."

"I love you too."

"What is this?! Kill him. Kill him!" I rose to my feet, walked over, and grabbed the stone from him.

"It won't work! This stone won't work on me anymore! It can't interfere with real love. And that's why she had it, to control Arthur. But it wouldn't work on Lancelot, because she loved him. And it won't work on me!" I threw it to the floor and the crash echoed throughout the room.

I stood triumphant as red dust flew up around me. Grandfather fell to his knees in defeat, and I used the opportunity to knock him out with his own cane. "You really are a bad Grandpa." My dad held by my shoulders and I looked up at him and smiled.

"We did it."

"We sure did. We make a good team." It was then I heard a cough and remembered Kevin. I rushed over to him. "Kevin!" He was breathing and looked at me. "Are you okay?! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean too! You can't die!"

He looked at me. "I'm not going too." We stared puzzled as her sat up, showing no signs of strain or weakness. He lifted his shirt to reveal the kind of padding a catcher in baseball wears. The bullet was lodged in it.

"Kevin, how long have you had that on?"

"Donald gave it to me this morning. He said he got it when he bought the helmet and had no use for it. That's why I let you shoot me. I figured it'd snap you out of it. It seems I was wrong though." I slapped him.

"Don't you ever do that to me again?!"

"I won't. I won't."

"What are we going to do now Junior? The treasure's gone."

"And that's how it should be, Dad. Let's head home."

"What do we do about him?"

"He'll find his own way out. But she-she deserves something proper." He hoisted Rachel into his arms.

"I'm sorry Dad."

"I know Sarah. I know."

Six Months Later

I walked onto the glittering dance floor as Kevin took me in his arms. "You make a real cute best man." I smiled and looked over at the happy couple.

"Yeah, I know. Tonight can't get any better."

"I bet I can think of one way." I tipped my head to the side as he got down on one knee. I felt myself gasp as he pulled out a box with a ring. "What do you say, Sarah? I've seen you at your highest high and your lowest low. I love you more than anything. And I will always go after you."

"Yes!" I kissed him, throwing my arms around his neck. "Yes." He slipped the ring on. It was then I turned to find Dad tapping on my shoulder. I hugged him.

"Dad, I'm getting married!"

"I know. I can't imagine a better guy. But I need to speak to you." He pulled me outside of Sallah's home, where the reception was being held. "I just got a call. Brody says the Communists are after a Mayan relic. We need to get going."

"But what about the party? Donald and Molly-"

"Will understand. Come on."

"Fine." We mounted our two horses, which was hard in my purple dress and started out of the city. It was then I heard hooves and turned to see Grandpa and Sallah. "What are you guys doing?!"

"We wouldn't miss an adventure for the world. Now, Junior, let us get the show on the road." It was then I saw Kevin come up with Caesar on his shoulder.

"Kevin!"

"I said I'm always going to come after you. Now, where are we going?" It was then Molly and Donald rode up.

"Yes, where are we off too Indy mate?"

"But your wedding-"

"Ah, it was boring anyway! What better honeymoon than an adventure!"

"Your mom's going to kill you."

"Since when is that new."

"Well, we'd better get going." I looked at my Dad as he placed his hat on his head. I followed suit. And we rode off into the sunset for another adventure, just as it would be for the rest of our lives. We were a different family. But we were the Jones's.

Thank you one and all. I hope you have enjoyed this story and I will see you all on the flip side.

In case I don't see you, good afternoon, good evening, and good night.

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