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Warnings: Some strong language.

Chapter 13,

Once Alex was locked in her compartment, she turned out the lights. She sat down and stared out the window into the darkness as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her mother was dead, because Williamson was a traitor. Her father spent years wallowing in guilt, never knowing the whole truth surrounding her death. She heard a commotion outside in the walkway and the door was unlocked. Alex quickly wiped her eyes and face as the lights came on.

Marion was tossed in unceremoniously, yelling, "Get your hands off me!" The German laughed as he slid the door shut and locked it. Marion shouted off a few choice swear words and turned around to face Alex. Seeing the girl's red eyes she immediately turned maternal, "Are you all right?"

Alex considered the other woman carefully, and finally asked in a beat down voice, "Why do you care?"

Marion took a seat across from Alex, "I don't know, maybe because you are obviously hurting. Or because you are the daughter of a man I once cared for very much, or the fact that you are my son's sister."

"Williamson did say my Dad was a grave robber and womanizer," was her reply. It was half-hearted though. That was not the father she and Zach knew, and she was desperate for someone to tell her she was wrong.

"Is that what he told you?" Marion asked and added, "Well I can assure you that is not the case. I just hope this time he has a plan. Back when I knew him, he just kind of made it up as he went."

The younger woman replied, "My father, Mr. Organization, himself?" It was really rather comical, "I think you have him mixed up with someone else. He not only lives his life by a strict plan, but he also has planned mine and my brother's, complete with boring spouses and future grandchildren."

The conversation was cut short by the train jolting on the track. Both women were thrown from their seats as the lights flickered on and off. Gunfire could be heard as well as an explosion which shook every car. Alex and Marion screamed. Swiftly, the door opened and James was there, "Come on, time to roll. Somehow Sam Collins manage to figure out who I really am!"

Alex grabbed her bag, and followed Marion into the carriage's walkway. They were the third car from the end. All Hell was breaking loose at the front of the train. Frantic, Alex looked for her father, Zach, and Luke. Relief washed over her as Luke and Zach made their way between carriages, but quickly turned to worry again as the older Jones and Charlie were not with them.

"Where's Dad?" She shouted over the noise to her brother. Zach did not have time to answer as another explosion rocked the train.

Luke grabbed Alex by both arms as he barked orders to her, "You, Marion, and Zach are getting off this train now! Get to the last car, there you will find parkas and survival backpacks, take seven of them and jump. It's been snowing, so that should cushion your fall some."

Alex cupped his face with her hands, "Where are you going?"

He kissed her forehead and responded, "To find Charlie and your father," he started to run the opposite direction and yelled, "James! Lets go!"

Marion and Zach both started to follow James and Luke, but Alex hollered, "NO! Both of you, follow me!"

Struggling to keep their balance, they made their way to the last train car. It was packed with survival gear. They opened up the door, and began tossing what they would need out. Then the train came to a crashing stop. They all flew in different directions. The first five cars were engulfed in flames, and the fire was quickly spreading. Alex, Zach, and Marion were dazed and sore, but not injured. They climbed to their feet again. They had to hurry, once the fire made it to carriage ten where the munitions were stored the entire train would explode. They finished tossing out enough packs for the seven of them. Marion and Zach both jumped off together. While there was no platform, the fall was not far. They landed in the snow.

Alex hesitated in exiting, hoping to see her father, Luke, James and Charlie.

She saw Luke engaged in a fight to the death with a one of Williamson's soldiers of fortune. A hatch in the roof of the car opened up and Sam Collins dropped down. At first, he did not notice Alex. Training his gun on Luke, he prepared to fire. Alex grabbed one of the heavy survival packs. Using every bit of force she had in her body, she swung the pack at him and hit him square in the back of his head. He lost his footing, and his gunshot went to the left missing Luke.

His eyes were filled with murderous rage as he advanced towards her. "You no good little Bitch. I'm going to fucking kill you!" Alex managed to block his first blow, but not his second or third. She went down hard. He kicked her onto her back and dropped on top of her, a brief thought of how nice she felt went through his psychotic mind. He then began to choke her. She struggled at first, determined not to go without a fight, but as oxygen was cut off, she felt herself drifting into darkness.

"What a waste." Sam said, as he prepared to finish her off for good, however, before he got the chance, a swift kick met with the side of his head. As he rolled off Alex, he looked up.

James stood protectively in front of his sister's unconscious form, "Stay away from my sister." By that time Luke was behind him, checking Alex's vitals, he said a silent thank you to God when he realized she was still alive. He picked her up and cradled her in his arms. The smoke was thick and survivors on the train were jumping off. Sam Collins took an opportunity to escape himself.

James saw Indy and Charlie flames all around them. Indy saw them too, he looked at his daughter, bloody and bruised in Luke's arms. His eyes met Luke's and he pointed at him and bellowed, "Take care of her!"

Charlie motioned for them to leave, Luke and James did not want to comply, but knew they had no choice. They left the train, their hearts heavy for the two men that were being left behind. They quickly moved to get some distance between them and the train. About a hundred feet to the right was Zach and Marion. It was obvious that Marion had been holding Zach back the entire time. She let go and they both ran to the threesome just as the train exploded.

Luke held onto Alex, not wanting to lay her down in the cold snow. Marion's nursing instincts instantaneously kicked in, and she did a quick examination of the girl. The blood was from her split lip and not a gunshot wound as she originally feared when she first saw her. While she had bruises on her neck from being choked and a large lump on the side of her head, she was alive and not mortally wounded. She began to stir in Luke's arms.

Zach, reassured his sister was not dead turned his attention to James, "Where is our father?" As his older brother closed his eyes and searched for the right words, he asked again, this time desperate, "Where's Dad?"

James placed a comforting hand on the young man's shoulder, "Zach…" he began.

Zach began shaking his head fiercely, "No!" He choked out, "Oh, God, please no!" He turned to run towards the burning wreckage of the train. James grabbed him from behind and held on to him tightly. Zach tried to free himself, "I've got to save him." His voice cracked with emotion.

James kept hold of him, his own voice cracking, "Zach, it's too late." He felt Zach stop struggling and felt his shoulders heaving instead, trying in vain to hold back his tears. James kept a hold of his newfound brother and felt his own eyes begin to fill. Marion moved to Zach and took him in her arms and let him cry.

By that time, Alex had completely come to. She thought she felt well enough to stand, but almost collapsed in the snow. Luke held onto her, knowing the trauma and the shock was taking its toll.

She was borderline hysterical, "He can't be gone! I didn't tell him I was wrong. I didn't tell him I was sorry, and that I loved him. I didn't tell him he was the best father anyone could have!"

Luke tightened his embrace and attempted to comfort her, "He knew, Alex. He knew." She buried her face into his chest and sobbed. Luke held her tightly but gently. After some time, he finally spoke again. "We better get our gear and find some shelter."

The wind was bitter as they put on the parkas and each took a survival pack. As Zach threw his pack over his shoulder, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He moved towards it and swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. There laying in the snow was his father's hat. He picked it up and held to his chest for a brief moment. Taking a deep breath, he placed it on his own head. It was now up to them.