It takes all of twenty minutes for us to eat and pack up the supplies and climb back on the horse. Of course we dawdle in the end. Indy spends quite a while giving one last kiss ( "Because I probably won't have you to myself once we get back to your father." He explained).

It takes about half the day to get back to the camp. As we approach it, Indy tells me to take my hands off of his middle and that I probably shouldn't kiss him whenever I get the chance. I can't help but imagine everyones reaction to THAT.

Indy, always wanting to give a theatrical entrance, kicks the horse into a gallop and sends us flying into the camp, where everyone is eating lunch.

Several choruses of 'Indy!' and 'Pitcher Girl!' greet us, and I can't help but smile at all of the men I've come to know so well these past few months. I wave tentatively as we jerk to a stop. It kind of feels different, being here and all. Just like how it felt when Indy and I made love. It feels alien and new, like I'm looking at everything through different eyes. Maybe I'm finally maturing?

Indy hops off the horse and lands perfectly on the ground, while I sort of tumble off and then land on my ass in the dirt.

Well, it's nice to know that some things never change.

Jones lends me a hand to pull me up but quickly lets go once I'm up. But I fail to miss the light squeeze he gives my hand before releasing it.

"Where were you?"

"Pitcher Girl, your shoulder is all bandaged up. What happened?"

"You've been gone for ages!"

Questions and condolences (for my arm, of course) swarm us and everyone cheers. I can't stop my smile, because it really is nice to be back.

"Alright, everyone, clear out!" A British accented voice announces.

"Ox!" I scream, running to grab my friend and lock him into a hug.

"Marion," He gasps as I squeeze him to death, "It's nice to see you again." He lets go of me and glares at my arm. "What happened there?"

"She was clipped by a bullet." Indy answers for me, walking up behind Ox. "But she's fine, I cleaned it up and stitched it."

Oxley nods in approval.

The clearing of a throat states that Abner is back. Oxley and Jones step back. I glance warily at Abner, who is standing before me with his arms crossed over his chest, mustache bristling.

"Marion." He nods, as a sign of his 'warm welcome'.

"Abner." I say back just as stiffly. I glance at Indy and it looks like he wants to punch Abner, but he says nothing.

"Well then, you may go to your tent." Abner commands. "Catch up on some sleep, rest up. Have some scones. Indy," He turns to him, "We need to discuss what happened."

The three of them walk into the main tent. Sallah walks up to me and asks what I want to eat so he can get me something, which is nice of him. Indy runs back and slaps the Fedora on my head.

"I forgot to give this back to you." He winks. "You left it at your watchman shift."

He chucks me playfully under the chin and walks back into the tent. I smile giddily as Sallah gives me the food. I get to my tent, down the food and fall asleep on my cot very quickly, my blissful thoughts sinking in and out of my head.

I wake up about fifteen hours later, in the evening. I hear the distant sounds of pick axe and men's voices as my eyes flutter open. I smile to myself and go to bathe completely. It's nice for a change, getting to clean myself and not worry about any maniacs who are chasing us down. I take my own sweet time washing every inch of me and drying every inch as well.

I have about two and a half more years, TWO AND A HALF MORE YEARS, to be with Indy. And by the time his studying with Abner is finished, I'll be old enough to leave home. I can go on adventures with him for the rest of my life and we can be together. Maybe we can get married, and have children....the fantasies play over and over in my head and I can't help but smile in spite of myself. I recall the time I wrote my name down on that silly piece of paper: Mrs. Indiana Jones, Marion Jones.

It takes abut twenty minutes for me to get dressed and brush my hair to look presentable, occasionally drifting off into another love-induced day dream. I guess my actions are justified, because he loves me and all. HE loves ME.

And I love him.

I walk out of the tent and grab some dinner form the main tent. A few scones, dried meat and some water are all I need. I turn to go back to my own tent and bump into Abner.

"Oh, Marion," He greets me solemnly, "H-how are you feeling?"

I smile back at him, a little bouncy. "I'm fine, Abner, and you?"

"I'm fine." He says softly, staring off behind my head. There's a steely glint in his eyes that suggests that he's not fine, but I figure he's just tired after a long days work.

"Hey," I try for conversation again, "Have you seen Jones?"

"Indy?" Abner asks absentmindedly. He stares at me blankly for a second more before shaking his head. "No, I think he went to er...the city for the day."

"Okay." I nod. "Well, I'm going to my tent to eat and then I'm probably going to go back to sleep."

Abner nods back at me and I walk out, trying to ignore the feeling that he's not telling me something. I go back into my tent and eat my food rather ravenously, considering I haven't eaten in fifteen hours.

I change into my men's night clothes and hop into bed, dimming my lantern just enough so I can read Pride & Prejudice by the light of it. Before I can get one chapter into it, I'm dozing off. After throwing my book on the nightstand and turning off the lantern completely, I fall asleep in a grand total of one minute.

Hey, I was captured and held in a pyramid for four days and then escaped with a gash in my arm, I think I deserve a little rest!

Even if I've already gotten fifteen hours of it.

"Marion," A voice says next to my ear as a hand brushes hair out of my face, "Marion, wake up."

I roll over and groan, "My God, just let me sleep!"

"Marion, just wake up for one minute." The voice pleads.

I sit up groggily and blink, trying to see whoever I'm talking to.

"Indy?" I raise an eyebrow, glancing at the waning moon shining into the tent. "What the hell are you doing? It's probably way past your bedtime."

"I know," He says slowly, "I just had to see you."

I smile up at him as he seats himself on my cot. "Oh, that's nice. But couldn't you have bloody waited until the morning?"

"No," He shakes his head, "I couldn't wait. I had to see you before..." His voice drifts off.

I lay back down on my cot, "Well, come back when I'm more than half awake, alright?"

I close my eyes and prepare to go back to sleep, but he grabs my shoulder and shakes it. "Marion!"

I snap my eyes open and glare, "What Jones?"

"I just wanted to tell you I love you." The sentence comes out in a rush, but I hear it just the same.

A small smile stretches across my face, "And I just want to tell you that as much as I love you," I slap him on the shoulder, "You're crazy." I mumble to myself, sitting up. "Can I please go back to sleep now?"

In the dark I can just make out his profile. He turns to me and nods.

"Good." I say with a yawn. "But can I get a good night kiss before I do?"

He doesn't answer, simply staring at me with an expression that I'm too tired to try and read into.

I reach forward and pull his face to mine, giving him the softest and sweetest kiss I can muster up. I can barely feel his lips against mine as his arms snake about my waist and my hands become entwined in his hair. It's not a desperate kiss, nor is it a meaningless peck. It's resolved, and as I pull away, I feel like I've just ended something that never should have ended in the first place.

"Goodnight." I say quietly, nestling into my blankets.

"Goodbye." He mutters back.

I feel an obligation to tell him that he was supposed to say 'Goodnight' and not 'Goodbye' but I'm already asleep, playing and replaying that one kiss over and over in my head.

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