Well.

He's not as bad as I thought.

But totally not my type.

He's dressed in slacks, and a loose button down shirt.

And unlike he was five hours ago, he's wearing the nerdiest pairs of glasses I have ever seen.

But then again, in my girlie nightgown glory, I'm not looking to great either.

I let him walk in, though I give off an air of the utmost contempt. The man ruined my birthday after all.

"Your Abner's daughter?..." He says, snapping his fingers as if trying to place my name.

"Marion." I say icily, sitting as gracefully as I can on my bed, though I certainly don't leave room for him to sit.

"And you're Indiana." I say, as if telling him and not myself.

"Yes, I am. How do you do?" He asks, holding out a hand.

I ponder it for a minute and then decided to throw him for a whole three sixty.

"It's not nice to meet you." I say, taking his hand, shaking it firmly and turning promptly away.

"I'm sorry?" He says, clearly muddled.

"I said it's not nice to meet you." I say airily, standing up and striding over to my closet and taking out some clothing. (A pair of jeans and a white blouse)

"And why would that be?" He asks, a clear amount of apprehensiveness in his voice. I've got him right where I want him.

"Well, its not everyday that your own father forgets your birthday and gives you the present of a new pupil." I say, walking over to my Vanity and sitting, while brushing my hair up into a pony tail.

"Look, I'm really sorry that I interrupted your happy day, but you can't just judge me." He said, walking over to me where I'm trying to tame my unruly black hair. It just never stays put.

"Can't I?" I ask, standing and giving him the meanest glare I can muster.

He stands there for a minute, dumbfounded. I take in his appearance. He's young, and definitely looks to be just shy of his current age. His hair is slicked back, and I wonder if that's what he does all of the time. His eyes, (which are impossible to make out the color from this distance) are infuriated and confused.

I give him a satisfied smirk, pleased that he can't reply. "Let me inform you, Mr. Jones," I begin, putting extra sarcasm on the 'Mr. Jones', "that while every damned professor here may fawn over you, I am not going to be your groupie. Find some other girl to admire you constantly. This girl, however, is going to get out of her nightgown and in to some proper and comfortable clothing!"

I have a feeling this was the wrong word choice. His eyes, at the mention if the word 'nightgown' stray down to my body, traveling from my face to my feet in a mere two seconds. I can tell that he liked what he saw by the small smile pulling at the corner's of his stupid lips, so just spite him, I put my arms protectively over my chest.

Take that.

He puts his hands up as if to hold me off or something. "Trust me, green eyed girl, I'll leave you alone."

My anger flares at the name he has given me and I do not believe him, seeing as his eyes are once again running over my exposed body and the smile is clearly apparent on his face.

"Get out." I say, disdain written across my face clearly.

"Why should I leave, when we are getting along so well?" He asks, taking a step towards me.

I take a step backwards.

"If you come any closer, I'll make you wish you hadn't." I say, narrowing my eyes brutally at him.

"Relax, I know well enough to stay away from the feisty ones." He says, eyes glinting mischievously.

"Damn straight." I say, clutching my clothes tighter to my chest.

At that precise moment, Abner walks in and my anger doubles. I hold my tongue, but I am so tempted to let it all out. So tempted.

"I see you've met my daughter, Indy." My father says, after striding forward and giving not me, but the Impostor a firm hug.

"Yeah, we were just getting acquainted." The Impostor says, giving me a cocky smile which I return with another glare.

"Indiana, this is Marion." My father says, giving me the 'be nice or else' look.

"Hello, Marion." Indiana says, striding forward and once again shaking my hand. I find that as much as I despise him, I find I like the way he says my name. It comes out of his arrogant mouth rather nicely, like melted chocolate over ice cream.

"Likewise, Indiana." I say, shaking his hand with a death grip, giving a falsely sweet smile at his wince of pain.

"Well now," Abner says, patting Indy on the back, "I came to get you because there is a conference on the lost city of Tanis in the ballroom that we just can't miss."

They walk out of the room together, and I stand, completely forgotten.

I sit on my bed, completely miffed. How dare my father forget! I was standing right there and he didn't even wish me many happy returns! Oh, that hurts.

Indiana Jones, ha, prepare to meet your maker. I'm going to make you wish you never agreed to come here. I'm going to make you cry for mommy.

I lift my nightgown over my head and change into my jeans and shirt.

This is going to be a long three years.

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