The conference is across the street at the museum. I walk across the damp street (still drizzly, you know) and enter the museum, dropping off my coat in the coat room.

I wander around in the hallway for a while, not wanting to enter under many eager eyes.

I walk forward to the entrance and some random man stops me.

"Your full name please?" He asks, over-looking a clip board.

"Um...Marion Elena Ravenwood."

He opens the door and shouts into a mega-phone, "Presenting Miss Marion Elena Ravenwood!"

Holy. Shit.

An entire room full of people (maybe, 500 or so) look up at me.

A cold sweat breaks out on the back of my neck as I can tell that I'm eternally screwed.

I have to go down a staircase.

In high heels.

Without tripping.

I want to die.

I can feel 500 pairs of eyes on me and I feel like I'm an actor on a stage in the only spotlights.

Slow and steady, Ravenwood.

I take my first step and place my gloved hand on the banister, my foot wobbling just a little.

I can do this.

I can do this.

Oh My God, I can't do this!

Complete silence is seeming to surround the room as everyone keeps staring at me.

And then, just as I think I'm going to die of heat stroke, I see him.

Indiana Jones.

Okay, so maybe I can only make out his figure and not the face.

But I only have to think about one thing to get myself going down those stairs gracefully.

His eyes.

I imagine that spark of honey in his eyes as he looks up at me, and I walk down the stairs without tripping once.

I nearly collapse in relief as someone else is announced and the spotlight is taken off me. I take a deep breath and stumble over to my father,(I no longer care if I look graceful or not) careful not to avoid eye contact with anyone and smile. (I've had practice with these conferences, Carrie and I used to always sneak in and hide in the museum exhibits while watching all the women.)

"You look just like your mother, Marion." Abner says as he pats my hand after kissing it.

I smile, trying to feel happy that my father is even comparing me to my mother.

I stand there for a few moments after Abner walks away to go talk to someone-or-other, completely not knowing what to do. I see a few classmates from school (unfortunately, most of them are gawking boys) but I don't wave or anything.

I'm about to give up and go sit down when Indy walks up to me.

"Indy!" I gasp, cursing myself for sounding so desperate.

He doesn't reply though, and I can tell there's a reason.

His jaw almost literally hits the floor, hazel eyes flowing over my body, as if drinking in every detail of my remodeled appearance. I feel naked almost, but I rather enjoy the shocked expression on his face. It takes a lot to shock him, you know.

"Surprised much?" I ask, giving a smirk.

"How about stunned?" He asks back, eyes continuing to run over my body.

"Well, put your tongue back in your mouth, because its annoying." I snap, throwing him a furious glare.

"Sorry." He mutters sincerely. "I just...never mind."

I must admit that the way he was looking at me seconds ago was unnerving. He's rarely looked at me like that before. Intensely, hungrily, almost...YEARNINGLY.

Psh...boys.

"So, are you going to the conference?" I ask tiredly, as I link my arm through his and we walk around.

"Nope, professors only. Plus, your father told me to keep an eye out for you."

"Ha, its you I should be keeping an eye out for, Mr. I-like-to-kiss-random-girls-in-libraries."

He laughs, the rough sounding laugh that I like.

As we make our way through the crowd, I can't help the feeling that a lot of people are watching me. Even several hopeful men (some older than my father) walk over as Indy goes to grab some punch. I have to hold back a laugh at the look of horror on their faces as Indy walks over (hey, this guy is tall and buff, how does that not scare you?).

The dinner bell rings after a while and I walk into the banquet hall and seat myself at the table, Indy across from me.

Well, if this goes well, I totally underestimate myself.