We're just leaving the United States, having taken off in the plane about two hours ago.

I'm about to spring out of my seat and scream, that's how exhilarated I am.

Abner is down at the other end of the plane, seated next to Oxley as they whisper and chatter faster than crazed parakeets.

Indiana is next to me, grudgingly seated closest to the aisle. We earlier had a vicious argument on who would get the window seat; I won.

I'm bouncing my leg repeatedly and looking out the window at the miniature Manhattan below me. Indy is reading a random magazine, looking rather bored.

"I love plane rides." I sigh to myself.

"How many have you been on?" Indy asks.

"Only four. This is my first out of the country though."

"Would you care for some peanuts?" The flight attendant asks, offering both us a bag.

I suddenly realize how starving I am and grab a bag from the ladies hand.

"No thanks, I'll pass." Indy says, nodding to the attendant.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" The attendant asks, turning her full attention to Indy and batting her eyelashes.

Oh great, another one of THESE girls.

I scan her over and realize she's been anticipating talking to Indy since we took off from the landing. Her shirt is a little too unbuttoned, her hair a little too shiny and her eyes a little too flirty for my liking.

An idea forms in my head and I can't help but test it out.

"Actually, there is something you can do." I say. "You see, my husband here has these awful anxiety attacks, what with me, his pregnant wife, to take care of and all. Anyways, he just had one moments ago and it left him exhausted, could you be a doll and bring him a glass of water, please?"

At the words 'my husband' and 'me, his pregnant wife', the flight attendants eyes cease shining with flooziness.

"Ummm..of course. One water for the happy couple." She simpers before walking off.

I smirk and Indy glares furiously at me as the bimbo walks away.

"What?" I ask innocently.

"That was unnecessary." He says.

"She was onto you like flies on shit." I say bluntly.

The man in front of me turns around and gives me a dirty look and asks, "Could you keep down the profanities?"

I ignore him.

"Marion, you may not think so, but I might have not minded if that woman was onto me like flies on shit." Indy snaps.

"She's totally not your type." I add.

"And you would know what my type is?" He questions, facing me completely.

"I know you have absolutely no chemistry at all with idiots." I say, crossing my arms defiantly over my practically flat chest.

"Marion, you shouldn't judge me by what you know about me. You don't even know that much about me to know what I do and don't want in a woman."

"Oh bullshit. I know enough about you to know that having a five minute fling with a flight attendant will do you no good."

"It may interest you to know that I AM a man, Marion and I did in fact find that woman attractive." He says warningly.

"Fine, then go fuck her for all I care!" I cry, throwing my hands up in the air angrily.

The man in front of me turns again and says, "I know drunkards with better manners than you, Missy."

"That's great. Really, I'm touched." I tell him sweetly, biting back a string of curse words directed at him.

I stare out the window for a minute, solemn and pissed as hell. My stomach is sizzling and I don't know why.

"Marion?" Indy asks.

"What?"

"Are you done?"

I pause, taken aback by the sudden questions. "Yes."

"Can I say something?" He asks.

So NOW he wants to be polite?

"Yes." I reply.

Suddenly, he wraps his arms around me in a bracing hug, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap like that."

I can't help but bury my face into his shoulder, breathing into his shirt. "I'm sorry too." I whisper just loud enough for him to here.

"Marion," Indy says once we separate, "You can't just interfere when a girl looks interested. Just know that I'm smart enough to judge for myself. No matter who I find attractive, you'll always be my best friend."

"Okay, best friend." I say, giving him a small smile.

"And don't worry, there's no reason to be jealous of all these girls because you should know that you come before everyone else." He says firmly, taking a peanut from my bag.

"Of course not dear, why should I be jealous? You're my husband after all." I say, smacking his hand away from MY peanuts.

"Here's your water sir." The attendant says, handing Indy a water. She then casts a meaningful glance at him. "I'll um...be in the back if you NEED anything."

I clench my fist and bite my tongue, nearly shaking in an effort to restrain myself.

Let Indy handle this.

If he wants her, he can have her.

But then, Jones smiles and takes my hand in his.

"Thanks, but I have everything I need right here. My beautiful wife will take care of me." He says.

I give a cheesy smile and nudge him in the arm. "Oh Henry. Such a charmer."

The attendant walks away without another glance at us.

I look at Indy and we both burst into peals of silent laughter.

Silly flight attendants, Indiana Jones is my husband.

Ha.

Sorry for the extreme cussing. I didn't like it either, but I had to have it. The short didn't feel complete without it. Go ahead and bash me, but just to let you know I did it sorely for the characterization. This was almost 1000 words long, but thankfully I restrained from going overboard. Let me know of any typos.

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