The next day, Carrie disappears.

Not literally, I see her, but she's up to something that she doesn't want me in on.

And what's worse, she keeps going over and TALKING TO INDIANA JONES.

Even though I love that girl to death, part of me feels like hitting her. She KNOWS that Jones is way off limits, and not because I'm in love with him or anything-- because I AM NOT-- but because he is currently an enemy of her said best friend.

I ignore it, telling myself that Carrie couldn't possibly be up to anything worth worrying about, yet something in the back of my mind says differently. I know my best friend, and therefore, I know when something scheming and diabolical is churning in her evil head.

Well, speak of the devil.

"Marion?" She asks, running inside my tent.

"I'm busy." I pout, though I'm obviously not acting it, seeing as I'm staring at the ground with a blank face.

"Could you follow me for a minute?' She asks, looking down at the ground.

"Why?" I ask, eyeing her suspiciously.

"Because you need to." She snaps impatiently, grabbing me and dragging me out the tent.

I don't have a problem with her dragging me, that is, not until she drags me into Indy's tent. With the strength of a full grown man, she shoves me in, ignoring my cries of defiance.

I trip into his tent, blushing furiously when I knock into him, my chin smacking into his shoulder blade. I turn to go back out but Carrie is standing in the doorway, with the look of a freaking assassin written across her face.

"Sit." She growls, gesturing to two chairs sitting back to back in the middle of the tent. I eye them speculatively but sit with huffy breath, knowing its not good to argue with a blonde with the stubborn will of a Roman Empire.

Indy sits on the chair opposite of me, and though I can't see his face, I can tell by his silence that he's not in on this plan, nor is he pleased with it.

"Now," Carrie begins, sitting on her own stool that faces both of us, crossing her legs with the attitude of a shrink, "We are here to work out some of your emotional issues. And since the two are too pig-headed to figure this out for yourselves, I'll have to help you. My name is Dr. Smithers, and I'll be counseling you until this friendship is repaired."

I glance at her, trying to put very much venom into the look, but she just smiles patiently.

"Mr. Jones, would you care to start first? State all your problems and why you don't seem to get along with Miss Ravenwood at this particular moment in time."

"You're crazy, Carrie. Let us out of the tent, please." Indy mutters, standing up.

As quick as a whip, Carrie stands up and pushes him back down. "That's Dr. Smithers to you, Mr. Jones. And you don't have a choice, you have to cooperate."

Indy grumbles something that neither Carrie nor I hear, but I'm sure it's not very nice.

With a roll of her blue eyes, Carrie warns, "We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way Mr. Jones. Either way, we will discuss this."

He's quiet for a minute, probably staring at the floor, but when he speaks, the speed of his angry words sends my mind spiraling.

"She's just...so surprising. I never know how she'll handle a situation, and when she does, she always does it in the most immature and childish manner. I know she means well, but she's just a child and she doesn't know how I feel or view anything; she just assumes."

My temper flares up at the words 'just a child' and I turn on him, eyes flashing. "I'm not a child. If I was a child, you wouldn't be friends with me, you wouldn't bother to talk to me. Don't give me that bullshit, Indy. You're the one who goes around shagging women like they're lollipops in a candy-store. If I'm a child, then you're a baby."

Indy puts his head in his hands, rubbing his temples and mumbles, "Don't start this, Marion. Don't you dare shove this on me."

"Why not?" I yell, standing up, forgetting Carrie--ahem, Dr. Smithers-- is even in the room. "You seem declined to talk about it otherwise. Doesn't our friendship mean anything to you, or is it all just a pity act?"

"Of course not!" Indy shoots incredulously, blinking wildly, "How could you think that of me? I--..." He trails off, as if choosing the right words to say, "You're one of my closest friends. Like a little sister to me. You should know by now that I care about you more than any girl I kiss, and only because of that do I get mad when you overreact to things I do."

His words shut me up, even though I know they are already true and known to me. But to hear him say he cares about me more than any other girl makes my heart swell with a strange combination of pride and relief.

"I-Indy." I start, walking forward to him. "I only overreact because you're one of my best friends. Hell, you're my only friend that's a guy." I let out a shaky laugh, feeling the storm settling. "Can you forgive me for being a bitch?"

He studies for a minute and I feel almost afraid under his glance. I clench my fists and bite my lip, wincing at the possibility that he might not forgive me at all.

He walks forward, reaching for me. I'm in his arms, burying my face in his shirt as his arms cover me, giving me the true sense of forgiveness that I'd been waiting for. I sigh heavily, knowing that no fight is worth missing this, having his arms encircle me and his cheek pressed to the side of my head. Even if it is just a friendly gesture-- and mind you, that's all it is.

I release him, almost reluctantly, and gasp when I remember Carrie standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed as a smirk shows on her pale face.

"Well, that conference went rather well, don't you think?" She asked, before walking out of the tent.

Indy and I stare after her, and then he looks down at me with a cautious grin.

"Hey Marion?"

"Yeah?' I ask, hugging him again.

Our eyes meet and he grimaces, "Don't take this to offense, but your best friend is insane."

I laugh loudly, shaking my head, "Trust me, I know."

But as odd as it is, Carrie's insanity just saved my friendship with one very good-looking Archaeologist.

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