Disclaimer: I don't own Indiana Jones or the research pertaining to Atlantis. I know I already mentioned that, but I'm afraid I must be horribly redundant to comply with the rules. Also, this is not a Mary-Sue. I know there is a woman added to this story, but hey, it's Indiana Jones, he's got a new girl every story. Like James Bond. Get it? Good, now, proceed.

Chapter 2 Anya

Indiana stopped by Anya's house as soon as he received her address in the morning. She opened the door and grinned.

"Indiana Jones."

"Anya."

"It's been a long time."

Indiana nodded.

"And here you are, at last."

"Aren't you going to invite me in?"

She laughed and opened the door wider, gracefully sweeping her arm at the inside of the well-kept house to invite him in.

He smiled and stepped inside. Her house reminded him of Marcus Brody's, only better kept and more tastefully decorated. Artifacts were well placed all around the rooms, as well as vases full of roses, which filled the entire home with their perfume. Pictures of foreign places and peoples decorated her walls and tables as well, all of these a reflection of her passions.

"You look as beautiful as ever." He admitted to her.

She smiled, a dazzling smile that he remembered all too well, she used it so often. "Thank you, so do you." She led him into the library. "Can I get you anything?"

"No thanks."

She gestured to the chairs and sat down in one opposite Indiana.

"Alright." he leaned forward. "I know what you're up to."

She raised an eyebrow.

"You donated that piece to the museum knowing full well that I'd see it. When I found out it was from you I knew you wanted my help, that the urn was bait."

She sighed. "I'm not going to beat around the bush with you, Jones. Yes, I do want your help. I figured that your expertise would be helpful in a dig like this."

"So you're going?"

"Of course."

"Funded by your father, I suppose."

"Why not? He chooses to spend his money supporting his only daughter's career, a profitable one, if I do say so myself." She smiled. "He wants to, you know."

"I know."

She cocked her head to one side. "Well the money needs to come from somewhere. If you're not interested in taking it from an old widower who enjoys donating it to my research and expeditions then you can come up with it yourself."

"Forget it. I could never afford to pay for this sort of thing. Now, why did you want me to help?"

"I know you already know the answer to that question, you just like to hear people compliment you."

"Well if I'm going to help you you had better learn to cooperate."

"Actually, you had. I'll be leading this."

Indiana laughed and turned his ear towards her. "I'm sorry, I thought I just heard you say that you would be leading the expedition. You'll have to forgive me, Anya, I guess my hearing is going."

"It's not going at all, it's as good as it ever was. I'm leading the search for Atlantis."

Indiana chuckled. "You? Oh no you're not."

"Yes I am."

"No, you're not."

"Indiana, I am leading this expedition with or without you."

"Anya–"

"I found the information, my father is funding it, I'm hiring the crew, I'm leading it."

"Look, I've been in this field for years, and...a woman leading the expedition?"

"Still the same old Indiana Jones." she shook her head. "You can't bear the fact that anyone else would lead a project except you!"

"Oh come on–"

"No! You come on! Do you want to know why I asked you to help me with this? Because we have a history together. Because you're the best archaeologist that I know, I admit that, perhaps even better than I am, but you also know as much about Atlantis as I do, and I'll need your expertise on this dig. Now you have a choice to make, Jones. You can accept the fact that I'm leading this and come fulfill a lifelong dream of both yours and mine, or you can hold on to your foolish pride and miss out on the opportunity of a lifetime. Take your pick."

"Gosh you're cute when you're angry."

"Jones..."

"Alright, fine. But I want an equal share in the profits. Fifty-fifty, got it? And another thing, I want you to at least listen to what I have to say on this; like you said, I have a lot of experience in the field and with the history of Atlantis. Understood?"

"Understood."

"Good." Indiana said unhappily. "I'm sure you've had a ton of archaeologists knocking on your door, unable to resist your charms, wanting to go on this trip."

"Actually I have."

He looked at her. "And?"

"You're the only one really qualified, Indy. Besides, like I said," She glanced down at his ring finger, which still lay bare. "We have a history. We share the same passions."

"Archaeology's been our only passion for some time now."

"It has...it wasn't always that way."she added softly.

Indiana looked at her guiltily, "Look, Anya–"

"Let's take a look at the markings on the urn." She stood and turned to the bookcase behind her.

"I didn't bring it with me." Indiana said, pulling himself out of the past.

She laughed, with a hint of sorrow left over from their last topic of conversation. "What do you think I am? A fool? I took a rubbing." She turned back to him and laid the thin sheet of paper on the coffee table between them.

"The same old Anya," Indiana put his glasses on and leaned over the table, "always thinking ahead."

She smiled and leaned over the other side of the table. "Look, here's where the author describes it's location."

Indiana thought about the description for a moment. "Well according to the description the city of Atlantis would be located in–"

"Cuba."

He looked up at her.

Anya turned and took a globe off of the bookshelf, setting it between them. "Look." she pointed to Cuba. "The author describes a location that would be known as Cuba today to be the largest city in the Atlantean empire. Most of it was flooded around 8600-8500 BC as a result of a giant comet crashing into the Atlantic ocean, causing tremendous tsunami waves, drowning the Bahamas and the Caribbean. There are evidences of land and civilization below the surface that could very well be other areas of the empire."

"The legend goes that the gods grew angry with the Atlanteans and caused the city to sink. No one's ever found it. No one's ever known where it is. It's mentioned in the Egyptian Book of the Dead and Plato wrote about it later, but nothing conclusive."

"Until now."

Indiana nodded and laughed. "Until now."