A/N: Oh my gosh people I'm so sorry I haven't posted anything in forever
but I work and have summer school now. Unenthusiastically Hurrah. And I
had no internet access so I'm trying to finish this story but please bear
with me.
Oh yeah, thanks to all who have reviewed. I havnt read them but I'm glad people are still reading this.
"Ren?" Indy asked tapping her leg with his foot trying to get her attention.
"Hmm?" She asked turning her head from the window to look at him.
"You alright?" He wondered concerned. She'd been staring out the window since they'd gotten on the train over an hour ago.
"I'll be fine," She assured taking a deep breath and yawning. Indy propped his feet on the seat across from him next to Ren before he pulled his hat down over his eyes.
She wasn't okay, since they'd woken up this morning she wasn't all there, she kept zoning out when they'd been talking. And he was worried that if her father really was dead what she would be like.
When Dr. Grant went missing and was later pronounced dead Ren went almost insane. She had never moved out of his house, even though her father told her she could. Ren had shared her father's passions, as well as almost idolized him. They had the exact opposite relationship of what Indy and his father had shared.
Though even Indy had to admit he and his father were still having serious communication problems. Especially since he and Ren's falling out. That had been the worst confrontation with Ren he had ever had and hoped it would be the last.
There had been a lot of yelling and screaming and the throwing of miscellaneous objects at one another that day. As well as many curses and harsh words directed at each other. Ren had stormed out of her own apartment it had been that bad, and they hadn't talked since the day not so long ago when he opened his office door to see her sitting in his chair.
"Indy?" Ren asked scared he'd fallen asleep.
"What's wrong?" He asked tilting his hat back to look at her. She had this tone in her voice that made him nervous for some odd reason.
"Nothing, I just wanted to know weather you were asleep or not," She told him before she turned her gaze back to the window.
Indy frowned but closed his eyes and settled back comfortably in the seat.
Ren stared silently out the train window as the trees went passing by at a headache pace. Indy had fallen asleep about half an hour ago leaving her alone in the train compartment with her thoughts.
She had known Indiana Jones for years, and he hadn't changed much, rather than for his age and need for female companionship. Something he developed quite a few years ago much to her distaste.
Still, she knew there was still someplace inside him that cared for her, last night had proven it. The way he had so gently smoothed her hair, and his reassuring that her father was alright. He did still love her, though gladly not the way he used to.
Ren leaned her head against the glass and closed her eyes trying to forget the feeling of love. That feeling that always brought her pain.
"Twenty minutes till the end of the line!" The conductor yelled down the hall.
Ren opened her eyes again and shoved Indy's feet down to the floor to wake him.
"What was that for?" Indy asked groggily opening his eyes and looking at her.
"We get off in twenty minutes." She told him with a yawn.
"Might want to take a nap." He suggested stretching his arms.
"If I do that I'll never wake up," Ren told him pulling out the hairpins from the back of her head and letting her hair fall.
Indy didn't say anything but watched as she ran her hands through her long black mane, transfixed at the simple things she could do to get his attention.
He leaned on his knees and looked at her closely. "What's wrong?"
"What?" Ren asked snapping out of her daydream.
"Nothing," He said giving up on trying to get anything out of her. If she didn't want to tell him than it was her choice and he wasn't going to make her tell him anything if she didn't want to. Not yet.
"Do you speak English?" Ren asked a young boy as he passed by. The boy nodded.
"Do you know how to get to Aranga Falls?" Indy asked putting an arm around Ren's shoulders as three men walked by. He wanted people to know she was off limits.
"Si Senor," He told them looking around nervously.
Indy and Ren waited a few seconds but he didn't continue.
Ren pulled out a small bag and took out some bills.
"Los Sientos Senora, I cannot tell you." The boy told her refusing to take the money.
"Why?" Indy asked not liking his fidgety mood.
"Please Senor, I cannot tell you how to get there."
"Why can't you tell us?" Ren asked bending down so she was eye level with him.
"Some men come here days ago. Tell us that two American strangers would come and ask that, one would be a woman with long dark hair. Threaten us not to tell."
Ren gave him a sad smile and got up. "Then we wont get you in any trouble,"
"Gracias Senora." The boy said with evident relief walking off back into the crowded streets.
"Wonderful," Ren muttered with evident contempt.
"Come on, lets see if anyone else'll tell. Money speaks in many languages." Indy said leading her towards what looked like a bar. Ren followed reluctantly not wanting to cause much trouble for the already poverty stricken people that lived there.
And knowing Indy, wherever he was trouble wasn't too far behind.
Oh yeah, thanks to all who have reviewed. I havnt read them but I'm glad people are still reading this.
"Ren?" Indy asked tapping her leg with his foot trying to get her attention.
"Hmm?" She asked turning her head from the window to look at him.
"You alright?" He wondered concerned. She'd been staring out the window since they'd gotten on the train over an hour ago.
"I'll be fine," She assured taking a deep breath and yawning. Indy propped his feet on the seat across from him next to Ren before he pulled his hat down over his eyes.
She wasn't okay, since they'd woken up this morning she wasn't all there, she kept zoning out when they'd been talking. And he was worried that if her father really was dead what she would be like.
When Dr. Grant went missing and was later pronounced dead Ren went almost insane. She had never moved out of his house, even though her father told her she could. Ren had shared her father's passions, as well as almost idolized him. They had the exact opposite relationship of what Indy and his father had shared.
Though even Indy had to admit he and his father were still having serious communication problems. Especially since he and Ren's falling out. That had been the worst confrontation with Ren he had ever had and hoped it would be the last.
There had been a lot of yelling and screaming and the throwing of miscellaneous objects at one another that day. As well as many curses and harsh words directed at each other. Ren had stormed out of her own apartment it had been that bad, and they hadn't talked since the day not so long ago when he opened his office door to see her sitting in his chair.
"Indy?" Ren asked scared he'd fallen asleep.
"What's wrong?" He asked tilting his hat back to look at her. She had this tone in her voice that made him nervous for some odd reason.
"Nothing, I just wanted to know weather you were asleep or not," She told him before she turned her gaze back to the window.
Indy frowned but closed his eyes and settled back comfortably in the seat.
Ren stared silently out the train window as the trees went passing by at a headache pace. Indy had fallen asleep about half an hour ago leaving her alone in the train compartment with her thoughts.
She had known Indiana Jones for years, and he hadn't changed much, rather than for his age and need for female companionship. Something he developed quite a few years ago much to her distaste.
Still, she knew there was still someplace inside him that cared for her, last night had proven it. The way he had so gently smoothed her hair, and his reassuring that her father was alright. He did still love her, though gladly not the way he used to.
Ren leaned her head against the glass and closed her eyes trying to forget the feeling of love. That feeling that always brought her pain.
"Twenty minutes till the end of the line!" The conductor yelled down the hall.
Ren opened her eyes again and shoved Indy's feet down to the floor to wake him.
"What was that for?" Indy asked groggily opening his eyes and looking at her.
"We get off in twenty minutes." She told him with a yawn.
"Might want to take a nap." He suggested stretching his arms.
"If I do that I'll never wake up," Ren told him pulling out the hairpins from the back of her head and letting her hair fall.
Indy didn't say anything but watched as she ran her hands through her long black mane, transfixed at the simple things she could do to get his attention.
He leaned on his knees and looked at her closely. "What's wrong?"
"What?" Ren asked snapping out of her daydream.
"Nothing," He said giving up on trying to get anything out of her. If she didn't want to tell him than it was her choice and he wasn't going to make her tell him anything if she didn't want to. Not yet.
"Do you speak English?" Ren asked a young boy as he passed by. The boy nodded.
"Do you know how to get to Aranga Falls?" Indy asked putting an arm around Ren's shoulders as three men walked by. He wanted people to know she was off limits.
"Si Senor," He told them looking around nervously.
Indy and Ren waited a few seconds but he didn't continue.
Ren pulled out a small bag and took out some bills.
"Los Sientos Senora, I cannot tell you." The boy told her refusing to take the money.
"Why?" Indy asked not liking his fidgety mood.
"Please Senor, I cannot tell you how to get there."
"Why can't you tell us?" Ren asked bending down so she was eye level with him.
"Some men come here days ago. Tell us that two American strangers would come and ask that, one would be a woman with long dark hair. Threaten us not to tell."
Ren gave him a sad smile and got up. "Then we wont get you in any trouble,"
"Gracias Senora." The boy said with evident relief walking off back into the crowded streets.
"Wonderful," Ren muttered with evident contempt.
"Come on, lets see if anyone else'll tell. Money speaks in many languages." Indy said leading her towards what looked like a bar. Ren followed reluctantly not wanting to cause much trouble for the already poverty stricken people that lived there.
And knowing Indy, wherever he was trouble wasn't too far behind.