Disclaimer: This is my first Indy POV. Please understand I am not used to writing as males (i.e. Indiana Jones). I write more as Marion Ravenwood then this. Enjoy, and read and review!

I wanted Marion badly.

To feel her against me, let her curl up next to me, and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. When I reencountered her again, I was surprised. She was still the same, just as feisty as ever.

"Indiana Jones, it's about time you showed up."

Marion was cold towards me, and I knew that she was still very pissed that I left her nineteen years earlier. I had left with no warning whatsoever. Unbeknownst to me, I not only left Marion, I had left the child that she ended up having nearly a year after we had separated. Along with that, my friendship with Harold Oxley was strained, as he took Marion's side and I went my own way, trying to live with the fact that what I did to Marion hurt her. She ran to Mutt, and he shouted, "Mom!"

Mom??? Was that some code word or something? Marion couldn't be a mother.

We ran into a sinking hole. Marion, being the stubborn woman she always was, tried to thrust herself out of the sinkhole furiously.

"Marion, stop. Mutt should be back with something to grab on to soon. Just try to keep your arms above so he can see them when he comes." That's when Marion decided to drop the bomb.

"Mutt—he can be impetuous at times." She paused. Uh oh.

Well, that wasn't bad. I was once like him.

"Indy, he's…." Marion started, and then I somehow cut her off.

"He really doesn't have to finish school. Some kids aren't cut out for it. You should get off his back about it."

"Mutt…he's your….he's your son."

"My son???" My jaw dropped.

No son of mine was going to be a drop out.

"Why the hell didn't you make him finish?"

Our journey found us getting closer and closer together. At first there was some resistance towards me, and when we found ourselves recaptured—"Thanks, Ox!" the bond between us grew strong again. Our tensions between us were obvious as we all sat tied up. But finally thanks to quick thinking and Mutt's knife, we got freed. I started to climb out of the military truck via a slit in the top, as I felt a tug on my shoulder.

"I'm sure I wasn't the only one who moved on. There must have been many women over the years."

I sighed."They all had the same problem."

Marion glared at me. "Yeah, name one."

"They weren't you, honey."

Marion's jaw dropped. I knew I won her over on that line.

The sentence rang in my head. She was my special girl. Always had been. I never fully recovered from the split. Her own father was instrumental in that one. The whole reason we broke off the first time around….had a lot to do with me. Abner caught Marion and I in bed together and he was pretty ticked off that his nearly 18 year old daughter was sleeping with his student. Not only that, I don't think he really knew Marion. She may have been nearly eighteen when we first met, but she was more mature than most her age.

"Breathe, Jones, breathe. I don't want you to collapse." Marion ran her fingers through my hair.

I took a breath. She smiled, and kissed me softly.

Things couldn't get better than this.