~Chicago~
Marion was getting up, heading for the bathroom. A quick look out of the window told her what she feared the most:
Black-uniformed men standing in the street.
She through a fast view into the mirror, regarding the picture she saw.
Where should she go now? Chicago wasn't the place where she could stay, possibly never again. If only she knew who was
after her... But what would it change? Nothing...
Going to the police was impossible too, the Mafia has connections to everywhere.
If Marcello was dead? Could she trust this Jack Shannon? He's this kinda guy who'd be a good friend to Indy.
Marion wondered where he was at. Still teaching at university?
The ark, this damn ol'artefact, would it be hunting her her entire life? Why was it so important now?
She took a notebook out of her handbag. She searched for addresses, where she might go to, when the door swung open.
"Oh, Miss Ravenwood, I-I'm sorry."
"It's okay, looks like I forgot to lock the door, sorry."
She smiled at him.
"Can ya give me an idea where I'd go now, I can't stay here, there're men in black standing in the street."
"I've already arranged something for you, I'm sending you over to a friend of mine, there you'll be saved. Your plane
departs today at 11.00a.m. I'll accompany you to the airport of course."
"Who's that guy?"
"He's a friend and he still owes me something."
"Can I trust him?"
"Yeah, we must leave now."
"How do we get outta here?"
"No problem, just follow me..."
They went down the emergency stairs.
"I've checked this way before, it's save."
"Sure?"
"Completly."
"Who's this guy I'll stay with? What's his occupation?"
"He's a professor."
"Where?"
"Get down!"
A guy with a machine gun was pointing at them. Marion ran down the steps and through herself behind a container, pulling a
gun out of her hand-bag.
Man, this lady knows how to kick ass, Jack thought.
"Jack, you get down!"
They heard maschine-fire heading towards them.
"This way!"
With the last of efforts they reached the airport, it was already 10.45a.m.
"How do I recognize the professor?"
"He'll recognize you."
"Where am I goin'?"
"Washington D.C., good flight!"
She nearly jumped into the plane, she was the last passenger to get on.
"Good morning, Miss Ravenwood."
"Yeah, a really good morning."
"Your seat is over there."
The stewardess pointed at a place next to the window.
"Thanks."
She took it and abruptly feared the worst.
She was going to Washington now, to a professor teaching at the university she persumed.
In Washington was only one university as far as she could remember.
And what sort of professor would have a friend like Jack?
"Oh no!" she signed. It couldn't get any worse.
The man sitting next to her shot a worried view at her.
"Forgot something?"
"Eh, pardon?"
"My wife always forgets to switch off the iron."
"Well, half of the mafia's after me an'right now I'm goin' to hide at an ex-ex-lover."
"Good god!" The man shook his head.
I guess this conversation is determied.
Marion watched out of the window, 2 damn hours to get used to the thought to see Indy again. After nine years...
After a few minutes the stewardesses came around to bring drinks.
"Madam, what would you like to drink?"
"A whiskey, please."
She was longing for something that would make her less nervous. Maybe she'd hide at the Washington airport somewhere.
And then what, Marion? she asked herself. She had no place where she could go to, maybe to her aunt...
As the first drops of whiskey reached Marion's tongue, she began to feel a little bit more comfortable.
Washington D.C. [12.55pm]
Indy was at the airport, looking at the approaching planes.
Jack had called early this morning, saying that a certain Marion Ravenwood faces dangerous problems.
Indiana had once told Jack about her, now he knew where she lived or -better, where she had lived.
This time it was him to be angry, not her. And this time she was coming to get his help.
He smiled to himself. His hands were buried in the pockets of his trousers.
"Flight No. 2673 from Chicago to Washington has just arrived at the airport." a female voice said throught the intercom.
After a few minutes the first passengers entered the hall through the gateway, Indy heard children laughing, saw
persons hugging each other. Well, their welcome wouldn't be so heart-warming.
Then he saw her. She seemed mixed up, a little tired, but still as beautiful as ever.
Indy met Marion's gaze, her face didn't change.
He walked towards her.
"Hi Marion."
"Indiana Jones."
"Long time no see."
"I know."
Man, this was icy!
"Do ya have any luggage?"
"How should I? I had to pack in seconds."
"Don't blame me."
Her eyes went to the ground, she tried to remain calm.
"I think Jack told you what happened."
"Yeah, but just a few details. My car's over there."
"Alright, let's go."
She went straight into the direction Indy's finger had pointed to a few seconds before.
"Hey, leading lady, not so fast!"
"I just don't like public places. I guess they're searching for me."
"Who's they?"
"I'll tell you, when we're at your house."
They approched his car, an old Mercedes Benz.
"I didn't know you like german cars."
"Well, I fell in love with this one 6 years ago and it's really a good vehicle."
"I see."
There was it again, this damn silence, the past was too heavy to speak. Indy hated it, when she wrapped herself up in quiet.
In the last 20 years he had come to know her cheerful and happy attitude and hated to see her this upset.
He searched for words to make her a little bit more comfortable.
"I have prepared a room for you, you can stay as long as you want to."
Marion looked up from her belly, trying to catch herself.
"Thanks. I'm not sure yet how long I'll stay with you. Let's see if they come searching for me."
"What will you do, if they don't? Go back to Chicago?"
"No, it's too dangerous. I think I'll have to start from zero, somewhere."
"You're brave."
She smiled. "Always will be."
"Why don't you get yourself a nice husband and a few children and settle down in Iowa? Start a farm or something like that?"
"A husband? Who's supposed to be the lucky one? You?"
"I'm too old for starting a family."
"Building a family doesn't depend on age, it depends on courage."
"Tellin' me I'm not courageous?"
"Indy, you have never been courageous in the mushy stuff."
"A family isn't mushy, you need to plan and..."
"Since when do YOU plan something? Everything comes rushin' to ya!"
"Agreed, you for example!"
"I came rushin' to ya? No, my dear, Jack didn't even tell me you're the prof he's sending me to."
"What'd you done if he'd told ya?"
"I'd have more time to prepair."
"Prepair for what? Me?"
"Sure!? Why did ya ask Jack not to reveal to me that he's sending me to ya? Where you afraid I might say no?"
"Yeah… You know pretty well that we didn't split up in friendship."
"We never did seperate in friendship, not nine years ago, not twenty years ago."
"Seems to be our destiny."
Marion remained quiet for a few moments, than asked quietly:
"If it's possible to change destiny?"
Indy turned his head to face her.
Their eyes met, she seemed so soft and vulnerable now, although Indy knew that Marion would never give up, no matter what
happened. That's a thing he liked about her.
"There it is."
Marion got out of the car and went to the porch.
"There hasn't much changed here, although your garden needs a female thumb."
"Are you volunteering?"
"Are you kidding?"
"Ma'am, home sweet home." Indy said with a smile and opened the front door for Marion.
"Oh, a few new artefacts! Beautiful..."
"Thanks. It took me quite a time to get'em."
"You're worse than Abner, really..."
"Here's your room. Next to it is the bathroom. I promise I won't sing under the shower."
"How regardful. Where's your chamber?"
"Downstairs."
"You'll have kinda long way to rescue me, if I start screaming."
"I'm fast."
"I know."
They started to sneer at each other.
"Want something to drink?"
***
The day passed kinda fast. Indy explained to Marion that Sallah was missing and that he's planning to go to Cairo and search
for his friend. As soon as the vacation begins.
They went shopping on Marion's proposal, just to get a few needed things and new clothing...
Brody came by, they spent the evening together, talking about Marion's possible involvement in the National Museum, if
she'd decide to stay in Washington.
"This would be a nice idea, Marcus."
"Yeah, would give me a chance to do a good job. Thanks for the offer."
"We are the only family you have", Brody said.
"True. It's not easy to find real friends."
Marion glanced over at Indy, who was occupied with his glass of Gin.
Brody looked on his watch.
"Dear, it's already 11.00pm! Time to go to bed!" he laughed.
"It was nice to have you here, Marcus. You might come back, if you want."
"Thanks Marion, and also thanks for the nice cooking."
"Bye, Indy."
He walked to the door and closed it behind him.
"Well, I'm also goin' to bed. Leave the dirty dishes to me. I'll clean up tommorrow."
"Yeah. Good night."
"Whaz up? You're so quiet."
"Me? Guess just concerned bout Sallah. I hope it's not too late, when I'll fly to Cairo in three days."
"It won't be. He's tough, I don't think there has something serious happened."
"I hope so."
Marion went upstairs, just about to go into her room.
"Sweetheart?"
"Hm?" She turned around.
"Good night."
"Good night, man with the hat."
He smiled softly, drank the rest of the gin and turned the light out.
***
It was late morning, when Marion got up.
Rays of light fell through the curtain, plunging her room into warmth.
Indy must be at university since a few hours, she didn't hear him leave.
The house was small but neat. Everywhere hung pictures of ancient drawings, stood artefacts of old cultures.
Marion felt herself like in a jungle.
The dishes were still standing on the table, she decided to clean up first and then to take a shower.
To her own astonishment Indy hadn't asked her about the happenings in Chicago yet.
She was thankful for his discretion, maybe he'd wait until she threw this theme in by herself.
After cleaning up, Marion was longing for a refreshing shower.
***
Henry Jones sr. had visited the museum early this morning and was now on his way to his son.
He didn't visit Junior often, honestly just twice a year.
This was an exception because Marcus had told him about the disappearance of Sallah. Now he was curious, if Junior knew
something more about it.
Henry approached the front door and knocked. As nobody opened, he walked slowly around the house and sat on a chair standing on the
terrace.
His eyes studyied the garden and how neglected it was. The house itself was in quite a good shape.
"The terrace door!" he realized. Junior always used to leave it unlocked.
"As usual!" he exclaimed.
"Junior? Are you there? Junior!"
Standing inside the house, he went upstairs, because of hearing a sound inside the bathroom.
"Junior? Are you in there?" Without knocking he opened the door.
"Junior!" Henry watched the woman who had turned her back to him and was drying her hair. "No, you're not my son."
Marion swung around and began to scream. "Who're ya? Get out! Damn peaker!"
"Where's Junior?"
"Get out! Or I'll call the police!"
"You first tell me where's my son."
"What's the name of your son?"
"Junior. Henry Jones jun."
"Indiana?"
"Ah, that's the name of the dog, his real name's..."
"Alright, I understood. He's at the university where he's supposed to be."
"Oh, I forgot..."
"Give me a second and I'll dress."
"Alright." Henry kept standing in the bathroom.
"Ah, you've got to get out, sir."
"Oh, yeah, right." He looked at the floor, shook his head and got out.
Marion simply fling herself a bathrobe on and got out.
"So you're Indy's dad?"
"Right. What did you do in Junior's bathroom?"
"I took a shower. By the way, my name's Marion."
"Nice to meet you!" He took her hand and shook it.
"Want something to drink?"
"No, alcohol in the morning and your stomach gets burning."
Henry took a step forward just to see her face better.
"I know you."
"Don't think so, Indy has no pics of me."
"No, no, I saw you this morning..."
"Can't be, I slept until 12.00A.M. Sure I'm not anybody else?"
"Pretty sure. Ah, if I just could remember..."
"Sure you don't want a drink?"
Henry had focused his eyes on the ground, Marion was trying to catch his gaze.
"Ah, now I remember, you were in the newspaper!"
"Me? For what reason?"
As she realized that Indy's dad was still unsure, she went downstairs and took the newspaper. It nearly hit her.
"Mafia Murderer!"
A picture of her was underneath the headline.
She slammed her hand before her mouth, trying to keep it from opening and beginning to scream.
"What's up, Lady?"
Marion was searching for a hold with the other hand to make sure she didn't collapse.
"This- this can't be! They're lying!" she yelled.
Henry came to her side, took a look into the newspaper.
"You have murdered this poor guy!"
Marion was getting up, heading for the bathroom. A quick look out of the window told her what she feared the most:
Black-uniformed men standing in the street.
She through a fast view into the mirror, regarding the picture she saw.
Where should she go now? Chicago wasn't the place where she could stay, possibly never again. If only she knew who was
after her... But what would it change? Nothing...
Going to the police was impossible too, the Mafia has connections to everywhere.
If Marcello was dead? Could she trust this Jack Shannon? He's this kinda guy who'd be a good friend to Indy.
Marion wondered where he was at. Still teaching at university?
The ark, this damn ol'artefact, would it be hunting her her entire life? Why was it so important now?
She took a notebook out of her handbag. She searched for addresses, where she might go to, when the door swung open.
"Oh, Miss Ravenwood, I-I'm sorry."
"It's okay, looks like I forgot to lock the door, sorry."
She smiled at him.
"Can ya give me an idea where I'd go now, I can't stay here, there're men in black standing in the street."
"I've already arranged something for you, I'm sending you over to a friend of mine, there you'll be saved. Your plane
departs today at 11.00a.m. I'll accompany you to the airport of course."
"Who's that guy?"
"He's a friend and he still owes me something."
"Can I trust him?"
"Yeah, we must leave now."
"How do we get outta here?"
"No problem, just follow me..."
They went down the emergency stairs.
"I've checked this way before, it's save."
"Sure?"
"Completly."
"Who's this guy I'll stay with? What's his occupation?"
"He's a professor."
"Where?"
"Get down!"
A guy with a machine gun was pointing at them. Marion ran down the steps and through herself behind a container, pulling a
gun out of her hand-bag.
Man, this lady knows how to kick ass, Jack thought.
"Jack, you get down!"
They heard maschine-fire heading towards them.
"This way!"
With the last of efforts they reached the airport, it was already 10.45a.m.
"How do I recognize the professor?"
"He'll recognize you."
"Where am I goin'?"
"Washington D.C., good flight!"
She nearly jumped into the plane, she was the last passenger to get on.
"Good morning, Miss Ravenwood."
"Yeah, a really good morning."
"Your seat is over there."
The stewardess pointed at a place next to the window.
"Thanks."
She took it and abruptly feared the worst.
She was going to Washington now, to a professor teaching at the university she persumed.
In Washington was only one university as far as she could remember.
And what sort of professor would have a friend like Jack?
"Oh no!" she signed. It couldn't get any worse.
The man sitting next to her shot a worried view at her.
"Forgot something?"
"Eh, pardon?"
"My wife always forgets to switch off the iron."
"Well, half of the mafia's after me an'right now I'm goin' to hide at an ex-ex-lover."
"Good god!" The man shook his head.
I guess this conversation is determied.
Marion watched out of the window, 2 damn hours to get used to the thought to see Indy again. After nine years...
After a few minutes the stewardesses came around to bring drinks.
"Madam, what would you like to drink?"
"A whiskey, please."
She was longing for something that would make her less nervous. Maybe she'd hide at the Washington airport somewhere.
And then what, Marion? she asked herself. She had no place where she could go to, maybe to her aunt...
As the first drops of whiskey reached Marion's tongue, she began to feel a little bit more comfortable.
Washington D.C. [12.55pm]
Indy was at the airport, looking at the approaching planes.
Jack had called early this morning, saying that a certain Marion Ravenwood faces dangerous problems.
Indiana had once told Jack about her, now he knew where she lived or -better, where she had lived.
This time it was him to be angry, not her. And this time she was coming to get his help.
He smiled to himself. His hands were buried in the pockets of his trousers.
"Flight No. 2673 from Chicago to Washington has just arrived at the airport." a female voice said throught the intercom.
After a few minutes the first passengers entered the hall through the gateway, Indy heard children laughing, saw
persons hugging each other. Well, their welcome wouldn't be so heart-warming.
Then he saw her. She seemed mixed up, a little tired, but still as beautiful as ever.
Indy met Marion's gaze, her face didn't change.
He walked towards her.
"Hi Marion."
"Indiana Jones."
"Long time no see."
"I know."
Man, this was icy!
"Do ya have any luggage?"
"How should I? I had to pack in seconds."
"Don't blame me."
Her eyes went to the ground, she tried to remain calm.
"I think Jack told you what happened."
"Yeah, but just a few details. My car's over there."
"Alright, let's go."
She went straight into the direction Indy's finger had pointed to a few seconds before.
"Hey, leading lady, not so fast!"
"I just don't like public places. I guess they're searching for me."
"Who's they?"
"I'll tell you, when we're at your house."
They approched his car, an old Mercedes Benz.
"I didn't know you like german cars."
"Well, I fell in love with this one 6 years ago and it's really a good vehicle."
"I see."
There was it again, this damn silence, the past was too heavy to speak. Indy hated it, when she wrapped herself up in quiet.
In the last 20 years he had come to know her cheerful and happy attitude and hated to see her this upset.
He searched for words to make her a little bit more comfortable.
"I have prepared a room for you, you can stay as long as you want to."
Marion looked up from her belly, trying to catch herself.
"Thanks. I'm not sure yet how long I'll stay with you. Let's see if they come searching for me."
"What will you do, if they don't? Go back to Chicago?"
"No, it's too dangerous. I think I'll have to start from zero, somewhere."
"You're brave."
She smiled. "Always will be."
"Why don't you get yourself a nice husband and a few children and settle down in Iowa? Start a farm or something like that?"
"A husband? Who's supposed to be the lucky one? You?"
"I'm too old for starting a family."
"Building a family doesn't depend on age, it depends on courage."
"Tellin' me I'm not courageous?"
"Indy, you have never been courageous in the mushy stuff."
"A family isn't mushy, you need to plan and..."
"Since when do YOU plan something? Everything comes rushin' to ya!"
"Agreed, you for example!"
"I came rushin' to ya? No, my dear, Jack didn't even tell me you're the prof he's sending me to."
"What'd you done if he'd told ya?"
"I'd have more time to prepair."
"Prepair for what? Me?"
"Sure!? Why did ya ask Jack not to reveal to me that he's sending me to ya? Where you afraid I might say no?"
"Yeah… You know pretty well that we didn't split up in friendship."
"We never did seperate in friendship, not nine years ago, not twenty years ago."
"Seems to be our destiny."
Marion remained quiet for a few moments, than asked quietly:
"If it's possible to change destiny?"
Indy turned his head to face her.
Their eyes met, she seemed so soft and vulnerable now, although Indy knew that Marion would never give up, no matter what
happened. That's a thing he liked about her.
"There it is."
Marion got out of the car and went to the porch.
"There hasn't much changed here, although your garden needs a female thumb."
"Are you volunteering?"
"Are you kidding?"
"Ma'am, home sweet home." Indy said with a smile and opened the front door for Marion.
"Oh, a few new artefacts! Beautiful..."
"Thanks. It took me quite a time to get'em."
"You're worse than Abner, really..."
"Here's your room. Next to it is the bathroom. I promise I won't sing under the shower."
"How regardful. Where's your chamber?"
"Downstairs."
"You'll have kinda long way to rescue me, if I start screaming."
"I'm fast."
"I know."
They started to sneer at each other.
"Want something to drink?"
***
The day passed kinda fast. Indy explained to Marion that Sallah was missing and that he's planning to go to Cairo and search
for his friend. As soon as the vacation begins.
They went shopping on Marion's proposal, just to get a few needed things and new clothing...
Brody came by, they spent the evening together, talking about Marion's possible involvement in the National Museum, if
she'd decide to stay in Washington.
"This would be a nice idea, Marcus."
"Yeah, would give me a chance to do a good job. Thanks for the offer."
"We are the only family you have", Brody said.
"True. It's not easy to find real friends."
Marion glanced over at Indy, who was occupied with his glass of Gin.
Brody looked on his watch.
"Dear, it's already 11.00pm! Time to go to bed!" he laughed.
"It was nice to have you here, Marcus. You might come back, if you want."
"Thanks Marion, and also thanks for the nice cooking."
"Bye, Indy."
He walked to the door and closed it behind him.
"Well, I'm also goin' to bed. Leave the dirty dishes to me. I'll clean up tommorrow."
"Yeah. Good night."
"Whaz up? You're so quiet."
"Me? Guess just concerned bout Sallah. I hope it's not too late, when I'll fly to Cairo in three days."
"It won't be. He's tough, I don't think there has something serious happened."
"I hope so."
Marion went upstairs, just about to go into her room.
"Sweetheart?"
"Hm?" She turned around.
"Good night."
"Good night, man with the hat."
He smiled softly, drank the rest of the gin and turned the light out.
***
It was late morning, when Marion got up.
Rays of light fell through the curtain, plunging her room into warmth.
Indy must be at university since a few hours, she didn't hear him leave.
The house was small but neat. Everywhere hung pictures of ancient drawings, stood artefacts of old cultures.
Marion felt herself like in a jungle.
The dishes were still standing on the table, she decided to clean up first and then to take a shower.
To her own astonishment Indy hadn't asked her about the happenings in Chicago yet.
She was thankful for his discretion, maybe he'd wait until she threw this theme in by herself.
After cleaning up, Marion was longing for a refreshing shower.
***
Henry Jones sr. had visited the museum early this morning and was now on his way to his son.
He didn't visit Junior often, honestly just twice a year.
This was an exception because Marcus had told him about the disappearance of Sallah. Now he was curious, if Junior knew
something more about it.
Henry approached the front door and knocked. As nobody opened, he walked slowly around the house and sat on a chair standing on the
terrace.
His eyes studyied the garden and how neglected it was. The house itself was in quite a good shape.
"The terrace door!" he realized. Junior always used to leave it unlocked.
"As usual!" he exclaimed.
"Junior? Are you there? Junior!"
Standing inside the house, he went upstairs, because of hearing a sound inside the bathroom.
"Junior? Are you in there?" Without knocking he opened the door.
"Junior!" Henry watched the woman who had turned her back to him and was drying her hair. "No, you're not my son."
Marion swung around and began to scream. "Who're ya? Get out! Damn peaker!"
"Where's Junior?"
"Get out! Or I'll call the police!"
"You first tell me where's my son."
"What's the name of your son?"
"Junior. Henry Jones jun."
"Indiana?"
"Ah, that's the name of the dog, his real name's..."
"Alright, I understood. He's at the university where he's supposed to be."
"Oh, I forgot..."
"Give me a second and I'll dress."
"Alright." Henry kept standing in the bathroom.
"Ah, you've got to get out, sir."
"Oh, yeah, right." He looked at the floor, shook his head and got out.
Marion simply fling herself a bathrobe on and got out.
"So you're Indy's dad?"
"Right. What did you do in Junior's bathroom?"
"I took a shower. By the way, my name's Marion."
"Nice to meet you!" He took her hand and shook it.
"Want something to drink?"
"No, alcohol in the morning and your stomach gets burning."
Henry took a step forward just to see her face better.
"I know you."
"Don't think so, Indy has no pics of me."
"No, no, I saw you this morning..."
"Can't be, I slept until 12.00A.M. Sure I'm not anybody else?"
"Pretty sure. Ah, if I just could remember..."
"Sure you don't want a drink?"
Henry had focused his eyes on the ground, Marion was trying to catch his gaze.
"Ah, now I remember, you were in the newspaper!"
"Me? For what reason?"
As she realized that Indy's dad was still unsure, she went downstairs and took the newspaper. It nearly hit her.
"Mafia Murderer!"
A picture of her was underneath the headline.
She slammed her hand before her mouth, trying to keep it from opening and beginning to scream.
"What's up, Lady?"
Marion was searching for a hold with the other hand to make sure she didn't collapse.
"This- this can't be! They're lying!" she yelled.
Henry came to her side, took a look into the newspaper.
"You have murdered this poor guy!"