A/N I didn't realize it had been so long since I updated until I went to post this and saw the old update date. Lord of the Rings really stole me away and then shit happened and well, anyway, HI!

I'm snowed in at the moment (See massive Southern California mountains Winter Storm Piper news coverage) so it seems I finally got enough slow down time to get re-inspired!

We're close to Raiders now so hang on tight everybody!

Did Sophia love that she was back in school, finishing her degree and doing something useful with her time? Absolutely. Did the male dominated environment of Harvard have her in a constant state of gritting her teeth and covering up her frustrations with a soft smile? Every damn day.

She walked her bike up the driveway, leaning it against the inside of the fence and gazing up at the dusty gray sky that promised snow later. At least she'd managed to make it home before the sidewalks got slick.

Inside, she hung up her coat, scarf, and hat before turning into the living room and kicking her shoes under the coffee table. Her bookbag thumped onto the hardwood as she sighed at the relief of being home and warm.

At his desk, Indy looked up at her over the rim of his glasses and smiled as she leaned down to kiss him. "It'll start snowing soon." She told him. "I can smell the freeze in the air."

"You're the only person I've ever met who swears they can smell snow coming." He said, shaking his head in a way that denoted skepticism and disapproval but was clearly a cover for fondness.

"That's because I have a special talent." She argued, playing into his dialog with a smirk as she dug through her bag. The heavy red letter written in the corner of her painstakingly typed paper glared at her threateningly as she took it out.

When he saw her getting the paper from her bag, Indy put his work aside and watched her confidently. "So?"

Sophia handed it to him with a tight lipped grimace and crossed her arms once it left her hand.

"D?" He said with surprise. "I read this! It's an A!"

"Is it an A on its own or only if you're sleeping with the professor and you don't go to Harvard?"

His eyes scanned down the paragraphs, trying to figure out if he'd missed something. "I wouldn't have let you turn this in if it was a D paper. Your professor is a quack!"

She shrugged with a frustrated wave of her hands. "He's also a misogynist with delusions of grandeur but there's nothing I can do about that."

"This is an A paper. I don't care what that idiot says."

"Try telling him that, he thinks he's god's gift to archaeology."

"Oh trust me, I'd love to." He grumbled, pulling the cap off his pen with his teeth. He scratched out the D on her paper and wrote a larger A beside it. "If he does it again, I may just have to have an academic conversation about grading with him."
"Don't, you'll only make it look like I'm trying to get preferential treatment." Indy's hero complex was fine in the landscape of his adventures, but reining it in during their normal day to day life was a constant.

"This looks more like he's trying to fail you."

She sat down on the edge of his desk and put the cap back on his pen. "Well, maybe he is. But he can't do it outright because that would be too obvious. I'll just have to keep my work so up to par he can't find an excuse to give me a failing grade without risking me going to administration about it."

"Your work is already up to par." He looked down at his desk, face scrunched into a frown while he thought, then finally seemed to settle on a solution. "I'll go down there and talk to administration tomorrow-"

"Indy, no-"

"No, a good professor wouldn't target a student like this, I-"

"Let me handle this, please?" She said firmly, making it clear it wasn't really a interference would only make worse the already virulent rumors that followed her around campus. "No heroics, okay?"

He sighed, but looked up at her and nodded. "Okay. Fine. No heroics."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Sophia whispered his name and shook his shoulder excitedly. With a groan he rolled over and looked at the clock. "Sophia…"

"Wake up, come on!"

"It's one in the morning." He grumbled. "Why is the window open?"

She tossed his robe at him and stuck her head into the outside air. "It's snowing!" Breathing deeply she let the cold hit her cheeks and sighed.

Indy rolled out of bed and knotted his robe. "So?" He walked over and pulled her back from the window and shut it firmly.

"It's the first snow of the season. Get your slippers, come on." She wrapped herself in the quilt from the foot of the bed and went to wait by the door.

"I'm not going outside in the middle of the night to look at snow."

"It's amazing, just trust me."

He glared and shook his head until she came back and grasped his hand. "Just for a couple of 're already up?"

He jammed his feet into his slippers. "Fine. But only for a minute."

She walked him out through the back door with her arm looped through his and stared across the yard as the snow fell. It would be thick and heavy in the morning, but for now it muffled the air and smelled as clean and fresh as anything could.

"Okay," she gave his arm a squeeze, "take a deep breath and just listen."

Stubbornly, he did just as she said and several moments of silence passed. From the look on his face she thought he was about to drag her back inside when he stirred and pulled her back against his chest. "You've sure got a way about you, doll."

Sophia knelt in front of a stone block, cutting away gently at the thick, root infested earth around it. The jungle around them was impassable except for the one, thin path carved through the brush by their guides. Her attention was on just one stone, one of thousands. A grin was stuck on her face, excitement at being one of the first to see these ruins on the Yucatán Peninsula since it was devoured by the jungle. If there was no other highlight to her professors, they had no issue giving her time off and credit for field work.

She'd spent hours of her childhood watching documentaries on South American ruins, and hours more on an early Windows 98 game that let her bike around Yucatán and explore digital, ancient Mayan cities. It was one of the many things that had drawn her to archaeology as a child. The only thing that would top it would be seeing Cairo whenever they headed out on their hunt for the Ark of the Covenant.

Indy was at the edge of their worksite, finishing a conversation with one of their guides. His hat and jacket were discarded over a boulder in the jungle heat and he'd rolled his sleeves up and unbuttoned the top few of his shirt. She'd caught a glimpse over her shoulder and enjoyed the sharp jolt to her gut, a familiar feeling that hadn't gone away since India, even as their relationship went on month after month. Butterflies seemed to have no interest in fading.

She'd lost so much that day in Shanghai, every now and then when she woke up in the morning she still expected to see her old bedroom around her. There was an ache when she thought about her old life that held on just as strongly as the butterflies did. But she had no reason to believe she'd ever go back, so she'd given in. Indy, Short Round, school...that was home now. They were home.

"Sophia!" Indy called from the other end of their dig site, waving her over.

Keeping her tools in her hand she hurried over, excited to see what he'd found that he wanted her to see. He was giddy, giddy as a school boy even. She couldn't help but make the comparison after Elsa's comment in the movie.

"Come here, look at this." He said, his breath short and pointing to a small gap between two stones in the wall they'd been excavating.

Sidling up next to him she let him take her by the shoulders and position her to look in at the right angle. There was a small lump in the dark shadow of the stones, like an artifact.

"I need a light, I can't see what it is." She said excitedly.

"You don't need one, just take it." He said.

His 1930s archaeology, versus her twenty-first century archaeology which absolutely forbade her to move anything until it was cataloged made her roll her eyes. He knew how she felt about disturbing artifacts. "I need to properly catalog-"

"It's not an artifact-" He snapped nervously and motioned again towards the gap. "Just...just reach in and grab it!"

Narrowing her eyes at him she bent over and stared more intently at the gap, trying to make out what was in there without the help of a lantern. It was square, and dark, and sat at the end of a line of disturbed dirt like it had already been pulled out and put back.

She glanced at him, then finally reached in for it. It was soft and velvety, not at all what she'd expect to find in old Mayan ruins. As she pulled it out she realized why. It wasn't an artifact after all. It was a blue velvet box set on a gold hinge and Indy let out a shaky breath when she brought it into the light.

"Is this-'' A ring box? His giddiness made sense now, and it spread right into her until her hands shook.

Gently he took the box from her and popped it open. "I think I'm supposed to get down on one knee or..." He trailed off nervously, seeming out of sorts and unsure if he should or if he'd missed his cue.

"You wanna marry me?" The words jumped out of her mouth in disbelief before she could stop them.

"Well I bought the ring with that in mind so..."

"The weird future woman?"

He chuckled, looking like her being just as nervous now as him, was putting him more at ease. "I'm hoping she'll agree to be my weird future woman." Pushing the box a few inches closer to her he gave her a cocky smile. "Whatdoya say, doll? Marry me?"

"Holy shit." She should've believed it, should've expected it maybe. But the only thing that was running through her mind was the detached craziness of Indiana Jones standing there asking her to marry him.

"Sophia." He said, grabbing her attention with that damned soft tone of his and a small cock of his chin.

"Yes." It was never really a question, was it? From the moment she'd come home with him and Shorty. From the first night in his bedroom with him when they got home from India. This moment had been inevitable and there wasn't a doubt in her mind.

His giddiness came back in a split second as the words left her mouth and he fumbled with the box to take the ring out. She was so nervous she held up her right hand, then laughed awkwardly and switched it with her left. He slipped the ring on her finger, looking at the miner's cut diamond set in silver for just a moment before holding her face in his hands and kissing her.

He kissed her once, pulled away with a grin, then thought better of it and kissed her a second time. Whoops and cheers sounded from the guides and crew around them as she threw her arms around his neck and laughed as he picked her up and spun her around.

"Hm. Sophia Jones." He said thoughtfully as he put her down. "I like the sound of that."

"You think the world can handle two Dr. Jones?"

"Well, doll, I guess we'll find out."