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Once I'm ungrounded, I'm immediately get put to work while being babysat by my own personal bodyguard.

Which really, considering who my bodyguard is, I don't mind at all.

"Sheesh, you'd think these archaeologists would get tired of digging day after day." I mutter to Indy as we begin a long and dreaded ambush on the southwestern corner of the tomb.

Everyone else is on the other side and out of view, giving me and my bodyguard some...rather convenient privacy.

"Does it really matter?" His strong arms create a snare about my waist and as I try to squirm away, he only hugs me tighter.

I suppose he's right, but it's not like I can even give a personal opinion at the moment, what with the way he's nuzzling my ear and all.

I push him away. "We're going to get caught." I warn.

The bloody idiot just smiles and kisses me. I find it really difficult to push him away again, because all my lips do is beg for more.

"Mmm..." I hum into his lips without caring if Abner walks in on us.

He breaks the kiss and looks down at me. "I'm terrible at this babysitting. Don't you agree...baby?"

It's impossible to stop the girlish giggle from escaping me. I can't help it that kissing this guy is like giving me laughing gas.

"You are." I inform him. "Now, let's get some damage done so it'll at least look like we're trying hard to find artifacts, okay?"

We turn opposite directions and begin digging, but before I can even stick my pick axe into the dirt, a loud, strident scream sounds behind me.

"What the--?" My question is cut off as I'm knocked over.

I look up from the ground to Indy, who is scrambling to get away from his current location. He's shaking and pointing at a small crevice between two rocks.

I glance incredulously at him. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Th-there's a....a sn--sn--sn..." The poor guy can't even speak, he's so scared. "A snake!"

A shiver works it's way down my spine. I've never been particularly fond of snakes, but I can handle the non venomous ones.

"A snake?" I raise an eyebrow. "Well, what kind was it?" I can see the justification in his panic attack, but only if it was a poisonous snake like an adder or a cobra.

He shakes his head. "I don't know."

Hesitantly, I lean forward and look into the small crevice in the wall. I hear a low hiss and observe what scared my babysitter so badly.

"A garter snake?" I laugh, lifting the small reptile between my thumb and forefinger. "This can't hurt you, Jones!"

"I hate snakes, Marion." He says shakily. "I've hated them ever since I was little." He shudders, gulping.

"Why?" I smile cheekily, waving the clearly pissed off and defenseless snake in front of Indy's face. "He won't bite!"

"Just put it down. Please." He looks about ready to pass out. I can't help but laugh some more. This is rich, finding something that the Great and Mighty Indiana Jones is actually afraid of.

"Yes dear." I grin, walking several feet away from him and releasing the snake, watching it slither away.

I trudge back to Jones, smiling from ear to ear.

"What?" He snaps, all terrified countenance gone.

"Oh nothing." I say airily, bouncing forward into his arms. "You just make me smile, Indy."

"Glad to know it." He grunts unhappily.

I contentedly let him hold me for a minute, ignoring the sense that I should make more out of this brilliant discovery.

"HOLY SHIT! LOOK AT THAT COBRA!" I scream, leaping out of his arms.

"WHA!!!!!" He doesn't even have a coherent word to say as he jumps nine gazillion feet in the air and ends up about ten feet away from me.

This sends me over the edge with a new wave of mirth and I clutch at my stomach, pointing at Indy and laughing my head off.

"It's not funny!" He reprimands me.

I don't answer, simply wiping tears from my eyes as I begin digging again. Eventually Indy joins in with me, glaring hard.

I smile, making sure he doesn't see.

The Great and Mighty Indiana Jones indeed.

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