Mind you, this takes place RIGHT AFTER the last chapter. No skipping ahead.

As Carrie and I get ready for bed, I can tell she's nearly bubbling over with God-knows-what. She is fidgeting and keeps glancing over at me as I angrily brush out my hair.

"You know," she begins, buttoning up her men's pajamas (yeah, we're both fans of those), "You and Indy seemed to have a lot of conflict between you two in the car and in the alley."

I don't say anything, knowing she can't beat around the bush for long.

"Did you ever think that Indy just might-"

"No." I cut her off, hating the constricting of my insides.

"It's possible." She says, jumping on our makeshift bed at the bottom of the tent. (I decided to dump the cot for just a week).

I sigh. "Carrie, Jones and I are like two hazardous chemicals. We collide and then explode. We're too dangerous and complicated to possibly even like each other."

I sit next to her and we both lay down, staring up at the ceiling of the tent. I blow out the lantern.

Carrie studies me for a minute, sitting propped up on her elbows. "I know you two are perfect for each other."

"No you don't." I say, though I find myself doubting my own words.

"Yep. You wanna know how I know?" She asks, grinning at me.

I try to resist, but the mischievous glint in my friend's eyes gets the better of me.

"Okay, how do you know?"

Carrie gives it a moment of waiting just for dramatic effect, and then says quietly, "Sexual tension."

"WHAT?" I yell, sitting up as if struck by lightning.

"Sh!" Carrie shushes, putting her pillow to my lips and smothering me in the process. When I finally quiet down, she says it again. "Yes, sexual tension."

"Sexual tension?" I ask weakly, not even knowing what that is.

"You could cut it with a knife." She continues with a sly smile. "In the alleyway, when he was holding you still and keeping you quiet, I saw the way you two were looking at each other. If I wasn't there with you, you probably would have started shagging on the spot!"

I feel appalled that Carrie would actually even THINK that Jones and I are attracted to one another.

"N-no. We're not...we don't...we're just." I splutter, my eyes wide with defiance.

"And in the car," she continued, ignoring me, "You two were holding hands and there was this...spark. You both felt it, so that's why you let go. Its all sexual tension. Even in the little things, like when you yell at him, or glare as he passes by."

I stare at my best friend, bewildered at her assumptions.

"Carrie," I gasp, taking her hands in mine, "Indiana Jones and I are not attracted to each other. We never have been, we never will be." Carrie opens her mouth to interrupt but I stop her. "We were friends, but I can't do this anymore. I'm sick of his childish games." I lay down and face the wall. "Good night."

Carrie giggles and lays down, not fazed at all by my surly mood. "Do you ever think that HE might be tired of YOUR childish games as well, Marion Ravenwood? You two may have more in common than you thought."

With that as a last note, Carrie is asleep in minutes, but I am wide awake, wired. Sexual tension...whose to say that it isn't pulsing between Indy and I like a heartbeat? I am mad at myself for even hoping for this kind of tension, I don't WANT it at all.

But then, that moment in the car, when we were holding hands without even realizing it. Our eyes had met, and in that split second, we seemed to convey some sort of message that I couldn't make out.

A spark...

With a groan of distress, I lay on my back and stare at the ceiling again.

Lack of sleep and stress suddenly weigh down upon me, and I'm asleep in seconds.

My dreams are all involving Carrie, whispering the same thing over and over.

"You could cut that sexual tension with a knife."

This short was actually inspired by a review I got a week ago from an anonymous reader by the name of TreeHugger. So, I dedicate this short to her (or him) because they inspired a wicked idea for a chapter in my head, and here's the result.

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