The next day, I still haven't seen Indy at all.

I'm still Pitcher Girl, and even though its repetitive work, I still like it.

The workers have gotten about a foot into the ground. Abner says the tombs about ten feet under. And once we find the Head Piece, we're going to explore the rest of the tomb and make sure everything in it has been has found.

Anyways, I'm lying in the Ramada when someone calls for water.

I stand up, dragging my bucket. I was up late last night trying to focus on something useful to dream about.

Besides Indiana Jones!!

I walk towards the voice and then stop, nearly dropping the bucket and ladle all together.

Holy. Freaking. Shit.

Indy is standing there, a few feet in front of me, leaning on his shovel. With all but the PRESENCE OF A GOD!!

He's wearing his normal khaki pants and shoes, but his shirt is white, slightly dirty, and the sleeves are rolled up to the elbow. And, his shirt is not exactly buttoned up ALL the way.

And he's wearing this hat. This AMAZING hat, that I know must be the Fedora.

It's brown, and looks slightly tattered, like its had a rough life. It's got this bend to the rim that makes it incredibly appealing.

I want that hat.

I've made it my life's goal to wear that hat.

"Hey, heard you've got a new name, Pitcher Girl." He says, nodding his head in my direction.

I'm practically speechless.

"Yeah, I've got a new name." I tell him, handing him the ladle. "Nice hat. Where'd you get it?"

"It's a long story." He says, sitting down. "I'll tell you next time you can't sleep. I forgot that I had packed it."

I sit down next t him as he gulps the water.

"I really like that hat. I want your hat." I declare, reaching for it.

"Ah, but you have to earn it." He says. "I have to approve of you before you even try it on."

"Try to hold it from me, Jones." I say smoothly. "But don't even bother, I always get what I want."

"Because you're rich?" He asks teasingly, as I pour him another pitcher.

"No, because I'm a scheming, conniving girl who will stop at nothing." I say, standing up and then tripping over my feet and falling back down.

"Ow! Why must I always fall on my ass?" I ask rhetorically with a sigh.

"If you didn't fall,Sweetheart, you wouldn't have as much charm as you do." He says, leaning down to look directly at me.

He's holding me to his gaze. I can't get out. I need to get out, I'm falling. I'm falling into a molten gold abyss.

I suddenly realize that five different people are calling for me.

I shake my head and stand up.

"I prefer Pitcher Girl to Sweetheart." I tell him coldly, flicking a bit of water on his shoulder.

"Then I preferred to be called 'Your Highness'." He replies, beginning to shovel again.

I blink oddly at him. Glowing in his fedora and hazel godliness. I walk away, trying really hard to sift my thoughts to something else.

Now, I guess I have to admit that Indiana Jones is attractive in every way on the outside.

But that still doesn't mean that I AM attracted to him.

I'm not.

I swear.