Wotcha. I'm back, very briefly. See the end for the notes. (There're a lot of them. Sorry!)

I hate these guys…

The archaeologist kicked hard against the stone gargoyle, firmly gripping the handle of the bullwhip. The leather-jacketed figure described an arc through the sheets of falling rain, neatly crashing through the wooden shutters of one of the castle's windows, fedora hat miraculously staying on the whole time as a clap of thunder conveniently disguised the noise.

The archaeologist landed amidst a shower of broken glass and splinters. The broken shutters hung forlornly by their hinges. Rain and cold air whipped through the open window.

No sooner had the young woman got to her feet than a vase came crashing down on the back of her head. Stunned by the blow, she sank to one knee as her assailant stepped from the shadows.

"Junior?" Doctor Henry Jones asked tentatively.

The young woman got to her feet swiftly. "Yes, sir!" she answered reflexively, in a knee-jerk reaction long-ago ingrained and never successfully broken. Then she actually met Doctor Jones Senior's gaze.

"It is you, Junior!" said Henry, delighted.

"Don't call me that, please," Faith sighed at the old and familiar irritation. Yep, still the same old Dad.

"But what are you doing here?" Henry asked in amazement, ignoring her objection.

"I came to get you!" Faith replied. "What do you think?"

Voices sounded from outside the improvised cell's door, coming in their direction. Faith and Henry pressed themselves against the wall, the latter still holding the broken vase in his hand. A few tense seconds went by, and the voices gradually receded again as their owners passed the cell by enroute to whatever destination they had.

Faith stepped to the window and looked down and out, already considering their escape route. Nah – that was definitely not going to work as a way out. Henry moved over to a lamp, holding the ruined vase under the light for a closer look. "Late Fourteenth Century, Ming Dynasty," he mumbled to himself. "Oh, it breaks the heart."

"And the head," Faith muttered quietly to herself. "You hit me, Dad!" she said aggrievedly to Henry.

"I'll never forgive myself—" said Henry.

"Don't worry—I'm fine," Faith assured him, surprised at his apparent concern.

"Thank God!" Henry exclaimed, examining the broken end of the vase carefully. "It's fake. See, you can tell by the cross section." So saying, he threw the vase against the wall where it shattered.

"No!" Faith cringed at the noise. "Dad, get your stuff. We've got to get out of here."

"Well, I am sorry about your head, though," said Henry. "But I thought you were one of them."

"Dad, they come in through the doors," Faith sighed.

Henry chuckled at that. "Good point."

A/N: Crossover with Indiana Jones trilogy. Weird, I know.

To everyone who's made requests of my other series of vignettes, I'm working on one of them, but it'll be a while. I've had the bare bones of a series, the Shattered Arrow series, on the workbench for quite some time. Originally I'd planned on expanding one of these shorts as a fleshed-out fic as a practice run, but…well, I think there's one that'd work as part of the Shattered Arrow-verse (actually there's two, but I can only really use one, and I won't give away which just yet). More on that later: the teaser for the first fic of the series is going up in a minute.

Many, many thanks to everyone who's kindly reviewed either or both of these series. I'm glad that these series, small, brief and lacking in detail though they are, have been found amusing to you all. (Which is pretty much the whole point: writing something that'll entertain people.)

Imzadi: er, are you, by any chance, the Imzadi, from HonorH's Official Buffy and Angel Fanfiction University/OBAFU? (I can't seem to find any trace of it these days, which is disappointing. I tried going through her homepage, but I'm hopeless at web navigation – couldn't make heads nor tails of the layout. Thank goodness I copied it into a document last year whilst it was on FFDN.) Yowza. (Jack acquires a poleaxed expression as he realises he's just been reviewed several times by a major fanfic professional.) Erm, in response to one of your inquiries (I'm really sorry about the delay, but between university and being infected with bronchitis, I haven't been up to much for a while now) – Faith and Linsey as twins separated at birth…definitely one for an extreme AU fic, also a long one…maybe a lot later, it certainly sounds interesting. But with Shattered Arrow, uni and original fiction, it might be best if you tackled the idea – I'm going to have a lot on my plate for…say a few years or so. Hell, call it a decade.

Oh, and I'm ever so sorry about the 'Faith Xavier' fic – I did several rough cut scenes, (among other things I experimented with using the original vignette as the opening scene/chapter, Xavier's reaction to finding out about Faith's awakening from her coma by using Cerebro, using his telepathy to contact her long-distance and coaxing her into destroying the body-swap device the Mayor left for her instead of using it, jetting out to Sunnydale to aid her) and I fiddled with several plotlines.

The problem is, you see, my familiarity with the X-Men milieu consists of having bought some black-and-white reprinted collected editions comprising issues published during 1979-82 (in fact, I even found the issue published the same month that my elder sister was born) and I've only got around to watching the first film – I took my best shot at the fic but didn't get anywhere.

sighs I just don't have the knowledge necessary about the X-Men milieu to develop the idea. If you know more and fancy a shot, then I hearilty encourage you to go for it – let me know (you can contact me at oblivion underscore 727 at fsmail dot net or oblivion727 at fsmail net - add dots for address - hope at least one of these doesn't get edited out) and I'd be interested. If you want a look at my rough cuts, let me know and I'll send 'em on over.