I wasn't originally going to have this in here, thinking it unnecessary and rash, but I changed my mind, because of me having to leave I thought I would give you something anticipating. Read on, please.

I'm lying on my cot and staring up at the ceiling of my tent. It's really quiet outside, barely two AM in the morning, but I can only hear screaming in my head.

Screaming of my conscience.

I find it rather amusing--in a dark kind of way-- that my conscience has recently taken the form of a five inch Carrie Smithers, who sits on my left shoulder and screams when I don't take actions.

"You're being too impractical about the situation." She says, dusting her tiny body off. "Use your resources to your advantage."

"So, build him a sand castle?" I ask back with my head voice, which is seemingly loud.

"You want him, don't you?" She asks, sitting on my shoulder cross-legged.

"Of course." I snap back. "But how do I know HE wants ME?"

"Marion, what is it that men usually notice first about a woman they are interested in?" She asks softly, looking up at me with angelic blue eyes.

"Usually how good looking the woman is." I answer slowly, trying to find out what the hell my conscience/best friend is hinting at.

"So the only way to find if Indiana Jones is attracted to you is to..." She trailed off, giving me a meaningful look.

The realization hits me, and I look at my shoulder, horrified.

"You want me to flirt with him? Look and act like a girl?" I ask faintly, feeling the room spin around me.

"Before you lose your cool, just think about it." She warns, putting her arms up in defense. "If he responds, then it'll be worth it!"

"And if he doesn't, I will humiliate myself for nothing." I finish, pouting defiantly.

"Just try it." She pleas, rocking her tiny hands back and forth as a means of begging.

"Last time I let you con me into something, Indy nearly suffocated me in an alley." I point out, far from falling for her peevish ways.

"All you have to do is walk by him and smile. That's all." Carrie reassures me.

But I don't feel very reassured at all.

"Look, Marion, you love him, don't you?"

I bite my lip. "Yes."

"And you think it MIGHT be convenient if he loved you back?"

"I suppose..."

"Then do it. You've got nothing to lose."

"Except my dignity. And my stomach."

She laughs, a light tinkling that makes me wish for the real Carrie. "Honey, I AM your dignity."

"You're an invisible person on my shoulder. I have no dignity now that I'm THIS crazy."

She laughs.

I lay down and hear Carrie's voice echoing in my head. "Think of it as an experiment. A series of trials."

I close my eyes, trying to push out the thought of what lies ahead tomorrow.

A flirty, girly Marion Ravenwood.

That, my friend is a scary thought indeed.

Hopefully, that wasn't much of a cliffy for you, but I'll know for sure if you all massacre me. I don't mind if you do, but you'll have to wait till the 11th to get another short.

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Thanks loves, I'm forever grateful for your patience!