Treasures of the Heart – An Indiana Jones Fan Fiction
Author: Melissa Kalson
Chapter 2 – Disturbing Discoveries
September 15, 1938
New Haven, Connecticut - Home of Dr. Henry 'Indiana' Jones
7:00 A.M.
Sarah sat up, rubbing her eyes tiredly for she had slept fitfully. Even being in the home of Dr. Henry Jones, and knowing that he would, undoubtedly get her father back, if he were indeed alive, hadn't been enough to give her a good sleep. She had tossed and turned, dreaming that her father was being tortured by those madmen in Europe. How had they gotten him from South America to wherever he was? These thought were troubling her as she rose, and quickly made the bed up.
She wandered down the hallway and back into the living room, to find a sleeping Henry on the couch. Sarah gazed down at the rugged features chiseled across his face, and wondered how she couldn't have recognized her own feelings for him from the time when they had first met more than a decade ago. Of course she was only 17 when she first met Indy Jones, and he was 24. Now she was 28 and Indy was probably about 34, nearly 35 now. Neither of them were kids anymore.
After a moment, however, she went into the kitchen and after quickly locating some food and utensils began to prepare a breakfast for the both of them.
The delicious aroma coming in from the kitchen, hit Henry's nostrils before he even had a chance to open his eyes. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the back of his hand, he glanced around and then
remembered that Sarah Dulane had come back into his life last night, as unexpectedly as she had left it. He sat up, yawned and stretched then glanced to the table... good his Webley was still there.
Henry stood to his feet and slowly made his way into the kitchen and slumped into a chair. He had classes in about two hours, but now he was afraid to leave for he didn't want Sara left here alone. He needed to talk to Marcus Brody. Marcus would know what to do.
Sarah turned when she heard him come in and set a plate of freshly scrambled eggs, toast and fresh coffee in front of him. Then she set another plate down and sat down as well. Henry gave her his charming grin and mumbled thanks as he ate, relishing the taste of a good home cooked meal. He knew how to cook, but it wasn't the best in the world, just enough to get by.
Sarah relished her meal, sitting here with her dear Indy with her. She had become to feel protected and safe just in the few hours since she'd come back into Indy's life.
As he polished off the plate, he said in a low voice, "You didn't have to do that Sarah, but I appreciate it. I have classes in a couple of hours. I hate the thought of leaving you here but..." Sarah held her hand up and said softly, "It's all right Indy, I understand and I don't think anyone knows that I'm even here." That thought was unsettling however, to both of them. And unbeknownst to either of them, there was a black car parked down the street with a man inside who was watching the lovely Miss Dulane and the famous American archaeologist, Dr. Henry Jones.
Looking around, he turned back to Sarah and said, "I'm leaving my Webley here for you Sarah. If something happens, don't hesitate to use it, and I'm going to give you two numbers, one is for my dad and the other one is for Marcus Brody. He's the curator of the museum, for whom I acquire these artifacts. He and I are very close friends and I'll inform him of the situation here."
Once again tears were threatening to spill down Sarah's face; when Henry reached over and tenderly brushed them away and said, "Please don't cry Sarah. We'll get through this together, I promise. And I swear to you that I won't let anything happen to you, by God in heaven and all that I hold dear to me. I'd die first and you know that."
She nodded and pushed her plate away and said, "When you return home though Indy, I need to return to my apartment. Even if I can't stay there, I need clothes."
He nodded and said that they would go together; that Marcus would let them borrow his car. Then he got up and went back towards his bedroom, to begin dressing for the morning.
8:00 A.M.
Henry came out of the bedroom, dressed in his usual suit, tie and a hat, although not the beloved fedora. That was for his 'field work' as he liked to call it. But he checked the Webley once more, still on the living room table and then brought out a box of ammunition and set it beside. It couldn't hurt for her to be prepared, especially as he would be gone most of the day.
Once more he took a glance at her as she stood with her back to him, staring out the kitchen window. She was wearing a lovely navy blue dress with white polka dots, cinched in on her slender waist with a narrow white belt, pretty navy blue heels. The fiery red curls that he loved were hanging down her back. When she turned around, he could see the faint hint of tears in her beautiful violet eyes. He'd never known anyone before that had that shade of purple in their eyes.
Jones set his satchel down and moved over to Sarah, and taking her hands in his softly, said, "Now I don't want you to worry, and be sure to keep the door locked. There shouldn't be anyone coming by during the day. The friends I do have know that I teach at the school and am gone during the day, but as you can see, the Webley's on the table and I brought out an extra box of ammunition in case. You do
know how to use a weapon and load it, I assume." She nodded and smiled weakly. That was one thing that her father had taught her as a young child, when she had used to travel the world with he and her mother on archaeological digs.
Then he leaned forward, kissed her softly on the forehead and picked his satchel up and left.
After he had left, Sarah stood there rooted to the spot, remembering how it had just felt having his lips pressed against her skin. She could breathe in the warm, woodsy smell of his aftershave cologne and it sent her head reeling. No one could ever have matched up to Indy. She had tried dating some guys during the couple of years she was at college, but every time all she could think and compare them to was Indy, and that generally spelt the end of any budding relationship. Maybe this time, she thought ruefully, maybe this time it would work out for her and Indy. She surely hoped so.
Settling down, she went to the bookshelves, perused them for a book and after finding one, she picked it up and settled down into a comfy chair in the corner, propped her feet up on the foot stool and began to read.
9:45 A.M.
The man in the car had been watching the house and knew that Dr. Jones had long since left, but the girl was obviously still in the house. It wasn't quite time to approach her though, in fact, probably not even today. He didn't want to arouse any suspicions since she had just come to New Haven yesterday. He did know about the letter from the British Intelligence Agency and was disturbed to have the British on their trail. He had to get to Miss Dulane and get her to Berlin for Herr Hitler. Although he couldn't understand what in the world Hitler would want with the lovely young woman. Herr Hitler already had Professor Dulane, the girl's father. But he had his orders and he would fulfill those orders, and as he thought those things, he patted the gun in his holster, making sure that he had plenty of ammunition.
3:00 P.M.
Sarah got up and went into the kitchen to make something to eat when the telephone shrilly rang, startling her. She jumped and turned quickly, for she didn't know where the phone was at. She moved into the living room and found it across from where she had been sitting. She wasn't sure whether to answer it or not. Indy hadn't said whether she should or not.
Hesitantly she waited, as the phone continued to ring, but as she decided to pick up the receiver, the phone stopped just as suddenly and the silence was nearly deafening after such a shrill ring.
Indy stared at the phone and wondered why she hadn't picked it up. Then again, he hadn't said anything to her about that and he figured that she was all right. But then, since home was only ten minutes away, perhaps as it was nearly lunch, he could take a quick jaunt home to check on her. Those thoughts were driven away however, by a knock on his door. He had just dismissed his last class and had been lost in his thoughts of Sarah.
Jones called out to come in, and the door opened and in stepped Marcus Brody. Henry stood and said, "Ah good Marcus. Just the man I want to see." Marcus smiled and wondered what it was this time that had Indy wanting to see him, when in fact he had come to see Indy about a matter.
Marcus sat down as Henry sat on the edge of his desk, one leg thrown over the edge and arms crossed over his broad chest.
Marcus and Henry both said, "I need..." They each looked at each other, smiled and Henry said, "Go ahead Marcus what is it?" He said, "No you go ahead Indy. What is it?" Henry then began to relate the events of the previous evening, the return of Sarah Dulane and the apparent abduction of Prof. Roy Dulane by the Nazis.
Marcus stared at him in amazement and said, "That is what I was coming to talk to you about Indy. I know Prof. Dulane very well and he is in some very serious trouble Indy, and I know that you're probably the only one who can help him. I daresay you have heard of the 'Jewels of the Amazon'. Henry nodded, then said, "...but only briefly."
Marcus continued on, "...well it's a set of jewels, that when put together form an inlaid jeweled tablet that contains very powerful secrets. Whoever holds these jewels will have the ability to obtain anything that their heart desires. I don't need to tell you that 1) We definitely do not want Nazi Germany or Herr Hitler to get their hands on this, and that 2) besides the obvious, that the museum would love to have this in their collection, Prof. Dulane needs to be rescued from those brutal killing machines. My information is that they have kidnapped Prof. Dulane and are starting a tremendous archaeological dig in Costa Rica. But what's disturbing Indy, is that this morning the British intercepted another communiqué from Berlin. Here it is." And with that he pulled out a yellowed piece of paper and handed it to Indy. It read:
Zu Herr Goeren:
Fund Fräulein Sarah Dulane und bringt sie nach Berlin. Herr Hitler will sie sehen. Es ist von der äußersten Wichtigkeit. Verschieben Sie nicht. Berlin Chancery - SS Büro
It was a good thing that Henry knew and was fluent in several languages including German, for the translation was:
To Herr Goeren:
Find Miss Sarah Dulane and bring her to Berlin. Herr Hitler wants to see her. It is of the utmost importance. Do not delay. Berlin Chancery - SS Office
Henry could feel once again hair raising tingles and a cold finger on his spine. What in the world did Herr Hitler want with his Sarah? Well there was just no way in hell he was going to let that madman even get close to Sarah. This was looking nastier all the time, and he suddenly had a desire to rush home and make sure that she was all right.
Marcus could see what was in Indy's eyes and he said, "I've already arranged for another professor to cover your classes. This is of the utmost importance Indy. I've arranged for us to leave for Costa Rica as well. We'll be leaving tomorrow, and yes, in answer to the question you haven't asked. Sarah Dulane must be traveling with us. She is not safe by herself."
Henry stood and moved to the window, then turned back towards Marcus and said, "Is it possible to move that flight up and leave tonight? I suddenly don't feel like even waiting until tomorrow is a good idea." Marcus nodded and said he'd get right on it. One thing Marcus hadn't mentioned to Indy, and wouldn't until they were on the way to the airport was that Indy's father was coming along as well. Marcus and Henry Sr. had both been very good friends of Roy Dulane and wanted him back out of the merciless clasp of the Nazis.
Then before he left, Henry said "I need to borrow your car for about an hour or so. Sarah needs to return to her apartment in Stamford and get some clothes together." Marcus nodded and threw his keys to Indy and said, "I'll be right here, and I'm already packed and it's here with me. Just come back over here and pick me up." Henry nodded, put his satchel and papers together, picked up his hat and coat and left.
His walk took on a new urgency and this was a brisk walk, and he was home within five minutes. Opening the door, he stepped inside and closed it behind him, once again unaware that he was being watched. He hung the coat and hat up and set the satchel down and called out for Sarah. There was no
answer, and he became alarmed. Glancing over at the table, he saw that the Webley was still lying there, it hadn't been used thank goodness, he thought.
But where was Sarah? He decided to check in the bedroom, and thankfully he saw that she had laid down and was sleeping, with a book still clutched in her hand. He breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time a lump formed in his throat as he stood there gazing down at her beautiful form, so still and quiet in sleep. He hoped that she had slept well because now he had to wake her up. They had a long journey ahead of them.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he put his hands against her shoulders, and gently shook her. Sarah felt strong hands on her shoulders, and she would have let out a cry of surprise, but even before her eyes were opened, she smelt the familiar, wonderful fragrance that was Indiana Jones.
Letting her eyelids flutter open, she stared into his hazel ones, and a soft smile crossed her face, and he could see that her eyes lit up from inside. His heart was thumping furiously as he gazed at her. Then he said, "Sarah you must wake up. We haven't time to waste. There's a long journey ahead of us. I'll fill you in on the details later. But first, Marcus has lent me his car. We'll make the quick journey up to Stamford and you pack a bag. Then we'll swing back by the university and pick up Marcus."
Sarah sat up, rubbing her eyes tiredly and stretched slightly and Henry could feel his heart hammering rapidly inside his chest, and his mouth felt dry. My lord he did love Sarah Dulane and wanted to say something to her but now wasn't the appropriate time. Instead he jumped up and as he moved to get his familiar outfit together and packed, Sarah got up and went into the living room and returned a moment later with the Webley and the box of ammunition in her hand. She held it out to Henry and said, "Indy I know you'll need this. I know that this has something to do with my father."
He nodded and soon had his packing done, as it was minimal at best. Then he said, "Let's go then Sarah. Time is of the essence." And as he went through the living room, he made sure that lights were turned out, took his coat and hat from the rack and threw them on and together he and Sarah went out into the afternoon sun, headed for danger...romance... adventure too.