DiSCLAIMER: Wished Iowned but don't
"Come along, The Third!" Dr. Jones Sr. stated as Mutt lagged behind.
"The name's Mutt, and don't you forget it, Old Man!"
"You will watch your tongue!"
Marion surveyed the scene and was glad she didn't have to put up with it anymore; she boarded the plane to notice a man snoozing under a familiar hat. It was going to be a long couple of hours.
Wait, what's that ugly fedora doing on this flight? I thought he was in Connecticut. Maybe he had to get something here, but what?
Indy's POV
Naps on planes are good, but who just boarded? Why was Dad in Chicago. Marcus has a vacation home here, and I was visiting him. Is that Marion? I cannot work with her. Still, who was that boy?
She stops near me.
"Jones?" She asks.
"Yah," I grunt back.
"Since you're here, we need a strategy to get along this time!" She screams in my ear. Woa, talk about hormonal!
"Who was that with you?" I asked.
"Your son, you idiot! Didn't you think that night on the boat back to England didn't result in anything?"
"Ya coulda told me!" I snapped back.
"I was still angry with you for leaving and then, you didn't deserve to know!"
Marion's' POV
Okay, calm down. I had to tell him, but my nerves are frazzled, so it came out angry. Well, he wasn't deserving to know, and the only reason I told who he calls 'Attila the Professor' was in case we were on a dig and something happened. Plus come on, Dad probably would've told him if I didn't.
The fighting's already begun, and we haven't left the ground yet. It's a good thing we're the only ones sharing this compartment and it's soundproof. We need to settle our differences before we get there or it'll never work out. At least the cousins who are meeting us there will know what to do. I buckle myself in as far away from that idiot as possible and begin to doze off.