Please read, enjoy, and review. I now kind of wished I got all of this out BEFORE Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. But here ya' go.
Chapter 8
Indiana Jones was roughly tossed into a sparsely furnished room in the basement of the manor. It was very familiar to him. He had been there before, 16 years ago. He sat on the cot in the room and put his face in his hands trying to understand the turn of events. His daughter's words played over in his head.
All you ever did was lie to us. Our whole lives have been nothing but one huge lie! You betrayed her. Betrayed her because she was a Nazi whore! I made a deal to save Zach's life. Too bad you did not think to do the same for our mother.
To say Alex grew up and never argued with her father would be an untruth. But there was something different about the sound of Alex's voice. The force behind it was pure abhorrence. His little girl hated him, and it was clearly because of something that Williamson had told her about her mother and him. Indy made himself a promise. When he got out, he was going to break that scum's neck.
Indy stood up when he heard a commotion outside his door. He heard the muffled shouts of a woman.
"Get your hands off me!" There was something familiar about her voice. The door was thrust open and a woman was tossed in. She landed in Indy's arms, looked up, and brusquely pushed him away.
You would think in his 59 years, with everything he had done in his life and everything he had seen, nothing could flabbergast the man, but it seemed Williamson was full of surprises, and enjoyed throwing them out at just the precise moment.
"Marion!" He was happy to see her, even though it had been over two decades since she left him without so much as a goodbye.
"Indiana Jones," was her reply, she was not quite as pleased. "What the Hell have you done this time?"
Indy sighed when Williamson entered, of course flanked by his men, "Your really brave with your oafs around. You know what, one day, it's just going to be you and me, and no guns. Okay, you show up at my office, kidnap my son, then my daughter, now you bring Marion into it. If you wanted my attention, you have it. What is going on?"
"You are not in the position to ask questions, Dr. Jones." He looked at Marion and Indy standing side by side together, "you were quite an item at one time. 1936 was it? And Marion--so you did marry after leaving the illustrious Indiana Jones--Whitfield, you had a son too, in…1937?:
"1939", Marion quickly corrected when she saw Indy's head turn to her.
"Where is he now?"
Marion knew she had no choice but to lie, her voice cracked as she said one word, "Dead."
Williamson studied her closely for a moment, trying to read her thoughts, "Collins."
Sam Collins stepped forward, "I can't confirm boss. It's almost like this guy never existed."
"Well, find proof." Was Williamson's command, "You stay here and guard them." He pointed to a guard whose face Marion did not see before. She almost fell over, but Indy caught her.
Concerned he asked, "Marion, what's wrong?"
Once again, she pushed him away, "You have a lot of explaining to do young man!"
James put the strap of his machine gun up on his shoulder, "Mom, this is not the time."
Marion did not stop, "You supposed to be in San Francisco, applying to Medical School!"
James opened the door and Charlie bolted in. "I'm not going to medical school. And I dropped out of college last year. I'm much better suited for the Army."
It took Indy a minute to come to grips with the conversation taking place in front of him. "You're his mother?"
Marion ignored the question, "You are just like your father. Out looking for Fortune and Glory, not caring about how the people who love you worry that you won't come home alive!"
"What do you mean, like my dad?" James asked, "He and I were nothing alike, God rest his soul, he was an exceptional doctor and I loved him a lot. But I'm not him."
Marion bit her lower lip, and Indy looked at her with his hands on his hips. She gave a nervous smile. James was too busy looking out the crack in the door to notice. He asked "And why did you tell them I was born in 1939?" When his mother did not answer right away, he turned toward her and was going to ask the question again. He stopped cold when he looked at his mother and Indiana Jones.
His mouth opened and it took a moment for him to speak, "Oh my God! Your kidding me?" He stammered, remembering what Williamson had said to his mother about being an item with Indiana Jones in 1936, "Tell me your kidding."
Marion gave an anxious giggle and shrugged.
"Well, that explains my middle name."
Indy looked at him, "Yes?"
"It's Henry."
It was Charlie who interrupted the silence that followed, "Look, I sure do hate to break up this little family reunion, and I'm sure somewhere there is a team of psychiatrists who would love to use your family for a text book case study. But right now we have a mission."