a/n: please excuse any misspellings and grammatical errors in the story; they are likely to happen as I'm German. This story is also the first one ever published by me, so don't be too harsh to me - constructive criticism is always accepted gladly.

February 1st 1957:

Finally, I've met him. I'm still not quite sure if that's a good thing but I'm glad I found him. Judging from the first impression, it looks as if Mum did not tell the truth about him. At least not the whole. When she told Kev and me that our father was not dead - as we thought until we were 13 - but a college professor, we imagined some fat, old, ugly, bald-headed, married guy with glasses who only ever had a one-night-stand with Mum and did not care for the outcome. But he is not married, in fact never was and he is supposed to be single. And he's definatly not how I imagined him to be. Still good-looking at 57, with some grey strands in his brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, tall, fit . but wearing glasses. Another thing I have to give him credit for is that he stayed pretty calm when I told him. At least until I told him I had a twin brother. Learning of two 19-year-old children kind of blew him. I have to admit I enjoyed it.

It was a clear sunny winter day when Kayla Algren stopped in front of the rather large house in the outskirts of Boston. She took a deep breath, looked back at her car, turned around again and rang the bell. When nobody opened for a minute, she already thought he might well be spending his Saturday somewhere else. She was almost happy about that prospect. But when she turned around to leave, the door opened, revealing the owner of the house.

"Yes?" he asked her kind of irritated.

'You better should be', Kayla thought. 'But you would be, too, if some strange girl rang you up on a Saturday morning', was her next thought.

"Dr. Jones?" Kayla asked, keeping any tremble from her voice.

The man nodded and said: "What can I do for you?"

Kayla heared the warmth in the man voice and mustered him before answering: his brown hair had grey strands in it and was so messy that it seemed he was not awake for long, he was wearing glasses - 'How fitting!' - and pants and a shirt which showed him to be very fit still. Kayla knew he was 57 years old - her mother had told them everything about him before she died more than a year ago - but he looked at least five years younger - 'And every bit the confused professor', she thought.

"May I come in, Dr. Jones?" she asked. "I have something important to talk to you about."

Hesitating for a moment, he nodded and let her enter. With one quick look around Kayla saw that he was definatly a bachelor: books and papers, pieces of clothes and other things were lying here and there in the corridor.

"Why don't we go to the living room?" he asked her with a twinkle in his eye. "It's a bit more tidy in there", he went on and Kayla realised he must have seen her look.

The living room was quite large and she could see a small yard outside the window. The furniture looked quite old but in a very good condition. Kayla sat down on the couch while Jones took a seat in the armchair opposite her.

He had an expectent look in his face and Kayla came to the reason of her visit right away. "Dr. Jones, I am your daughter."

a/n: hopefully you liked it =) My knowledge about the fifties is unfortunatly not that good, so if I should make any mistakes about that in following chapters, just correct me. I also have not read any books about Indiana Jones, I only saw the movies and read some pieces of fan fiction. If somebody could tell me where he is teaching and where he is living, that would be just great.