"Today," Abner instructs, "You will be partnering up with someone and sawing through the tablets we have set up for you. Professor Oxley, Jones and I need to see exactly how old this stone is. In front of you are several saws, please be careful because these are very sharp. That is all."

I glance across the room, searching for a similar pair of irritatingly-handsome eyes and nearly jump out of my skin when he appears from behind me.

"I certainly hope you're not taken, Miss Ravenwood." He says lightly, obviously unaware of the goosebumps that are erupting all around my entire body.

I shake my head, surprise nearly immobilizing me at how suddenly CLOSE we are. Its illegal, and totally breaking the whole must-be-friends-or-else-Abner-will-take-shot-gun-down-from-the-wall-and-shoot-both-of-us rule. But I like it, I LOVE IT, having my back pressed against Indy's canvas like shirt.

"Alright then." He says, walking over to a saw and handing me one of the double ends. "You know what to do?"

I recover from my lapse of mind and scoff. "Of course."

And so we begin, sawing back and forth at the ages old tablet. A few shared stares is all we do for the next ten minutes or so. Sweat beads on his brow as we saw on and on, heat rising in waves off our bodies.

I'm so busy watching his face that my grip on the saw slips and my palm stings suddenly as the blade slices through the surface skin.

"Ow." I mutter, glancing down at my hand, now spotted with crimson liquid. "Ow, shit, shit, shit..."

"Marion!" Indy scrambles over to me, the look of all but a concerned parent on his face. I snatch my hand away from him before he can see how bad I'm bleeding.

"It's fine." I lie, gritting my teeth. "It just bloody hurts."

"Are you sure?" He asks, looking me over once more.

I look down at a sudden pressure on my arms and find that somehow, he's grasped my arms without either of us noticing it. We're nearly nose to nose.

Needless to say, this isn't really good timing to cue the infamous Marion-blush/butterflies/knees-weakening/falling-into-his-gorgeous-eyes. But it happens anyways, as it always does when Jones gets too close.

"I-I'm fine." The words fall from my lips softer than a whisper, lost among the racing storm that seems to fly about both of us.

The physical barrier has really been breached way too much, and its too dangerous. We're about to kiss each other, (okay, well maybe I'M about to kiss HIM, but does it matter? Honestly...) and everyone working on this archaeological dig is present for it.

And it's not like I actually have any power over this situation. I might as well be trying to stop an earthquake.

"Okay." He says firmly.

I feel his grip loosen, and he finally lets go; reluctantly, might I add, much to my immense and greedy satisfaction.

"Hey you two!" Abner yells at us. "Quit your dillydallying and get to work!"

Using a scrap of cloth, I bandage my hand when Indy is not looking, wincing as the cut stings.

"You know," I whisper over to him as we begin to saw once more, "We probably shouldn't have chosen one another as partners."

He grunts and adds, "You're telling me."

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