Chapter 5:
Indiana looked down at the pictures quietly. The house was quiet, papers were scattered everywhere, and our wonderful Dr.Jones was on the floor looking at pictures on the floor.
He looked at his watch, midnight. He shouldn't be up so late. Just forget about her, he told himself. But how could a parent forget about their child. He was actually worrying a little. He sighed as he got up and walked into the kitchen. He started checking his cabinets for a clean glass, having not found one he looked over at the pile of dishes in the sink.
"Guess you've been neglected long enough," he said pulling up his shirt sleeves. At least it was something to get his mind off Marion. "She'll be fine, Jones, she's a big girl. She's just as independent and stubborn as you are."
Dishes clattered as a sudden wrapping on the door rang out followed by Nathan's desperate "Dr.Jones!"
"Go home," Indy said. "I'm sure you'll do fine on the test tomorrow, MacFarlene."
"But, Dr. Jones, it isn't about that," Nathan called. He paused a long moment. "It's about Georgie."
Indy stopped his dishes, suddenly curious. Drying his hands, he walked towards the door and opened it. "What about her?" A sudden flash of worry hit him. It was the only kind of worry a parent would feel. He waited for Nathan to respond while running the endless possibilities.
"She's gone, sir," Nathan said, still speed talking from the panic. "I don't know what happened, but her stuff is still at my apartment. And…she may be hurt, she may be dead, and- oh wait- I found this." He held up a small golden pin in the shape of the Nazi symbol.
Indy carefully took it and examined it in the dim glow of his lamp light. After a few minutes, he turned and moved back in the house, leaving the door open.
"Dr.Jones?" Nathan asked coming in and shutting the door behind himself. He followed Indy into the living room.
"Do you know what that is?" Indy asked as he dug out a suit case.
"Nazi symbol," he said. "But the Nazi's are almost all gone, aren't they?"
"Almost," Indy replied. "That belongs to a man named Hans Bertram. Now, Hans Bertram, was a favorite of Hitler. Only favorite archeologists got those pins."
"So, you're saying this Bertram guy took Georgie?" Nathan asked.
"Yes. Now, hand me the gun in the top drawer on the desk and don't step on the pictures," Indy replied.
"Why would he want her ?" Nathan asked as he carefully made his way over to the desk.
"Well, I see she hasn't told you anything," Indy said as Nathan handed him the gun. "Georgia and her mother were trying to recover five diamonds. Well, apparently Bertram wants 'em too. So, Bertram wants Georgie to tell where the diamonds are and if she's anything like me she'll get her face beat in and everything and still won't tell. Let's just hope that he won't kill her."
"Kill her!" Nathan exclaimed.
"Yes, kill her," Indy said. "That guy will do anything to get what he wants. He doesn't care who you are or what you're like." Indy took his suitcase into the bedroom and began filling his suitcase.
"Do you know where he is?" Nathan asked.
Indy stopped and looked at him, "No, but I can find out." He put his suitcase down. "Did you drive here?"
"No, sir," Nathan said.
"Get in the car," he said. "I'll be out in a minute." As soon as Nathan was gone, Indy hurriedly started changing. He quickly brushed his teeth and combed his hair. He was pulling on his shoes going out the door.
"What dorm are you in?" Indy asked pulling out of the driveway.
"Winston," Nathan replied.
In less than ten minutes they arrived back at Nathan's apartment. Nathan looked confused when Indy got out of the car as well.
"George's bags still up there?" Indy asked.
"Yeah, why?" Nathan inquired.
"She's gonna need clothes," Indy said. Indy led the way up the stairs with a dumbfounded Nathan following.
"Dr. Jones, what are you going to do?" Nathan asked.
"I'm gonna get her back , put her on a plane, send her to Nepal, then find those diamonds," Indy replied.
"You think she will be okay in Nepal, in a bar, by herself?" Nathan asked.
"You ask a lot of questions, kid," Indy said stepping into the dorm room.
"I'm not a kid," Nathan retorted.
"Hey, if you're younger than me, you're kid, deal with it," Indy said. He spotted "Georgie's" hat. He picked it up and stared at it a long moment. He then switched it with his new hat. It felt as a part of him had been restored.
"Let me come," Nathan asked.
"Forget it," Indy replied. He looked at his watch and tutted. "Not much time."
"Do you even know where they're going?" Nathan asked, stopping him from leaving.
"I have to find Bertram before he leaves the country. Now get out of my way, kid," Indy scowled at him. "I'll have her call ya when she gets to Nepal." With that he started down the hall.
Indy made his way down the street, clearly going over the speed limit and running the red lights. Bertram's car couldn't be to far. How far can German bastards get with her kicking and screaming? It's bound to cause some trouble. he thought.
He caught up with Bertram's car soon enough. It was turning off on a driveway, closing the gate. Not wanting to be captured this early in the game, he drove past and parked in the woods near the uninviting gates. He would have to climb the wall. Grumbling, he tossed his and Georgie's bags over the stony wall.
He pulled himself up, checking for anyone that might potentially attack him. Once he clarified the coast was clear he dropped to the ground. He had to find that plane. Like mother, like daughter. Always getting themselves into trouble. Me havin' to get em' out. And then you'd think they'd be a little more grateful. One leaves you in the middle of the night, takes your hat, and leaves a note saying 'I'm sorry. Don't follow me'. The other comes and blames you for everything that's happened in her past sixteen years. Some family.
He started walking, hopefully a plane wasn't that hard to find. He looked at the slight dust trail left from the car. He started to follow it, keeping to the woods.
They also get you thinking their dead or something. Then they turn up alive! You don't see them for years and when you do see them they punch you. Just hope that Nathan kid don't mess up. Then the cycle will repeat. Makes you wonder what Marion's mother was like.
He ducked down into the small growth of bushes when he saw the car stop in front of a small private plane. It was green and you could see where the paint was chipping off and halfway revealing a Nazi symbol that had carelessly been painted over.
He watched as they stuffed Georgie into the cargo hold as if she was nothing more than baggage. He could hear her shooting off very mean insults from behind the gag she wore. They just slammed the door to the hold shut.
He waited for them to board the plane before sneaking out, trying to avoid any light coming from anywhere. He would have to ride in the cargo hold too. He opened the door. It was about the half the width of the plane and half the height. He figured he'd have enough room to almost sit strait up. Georgie could, seeing as she was a head shorter than him. He noticed her glaring in her "I-hate-you-so-I'm-going-to-burn-a-whole-through-you-with-my-glare-even-though-you-didn't-do-anything-because-I-think-my-mother-is-heaven-sent." way.
He climbed in annoyed. "Don't give me that look, I'm not bringing you back here once we get the diamonds."
"Mfmh," was her response. He couldn't make out anything she was saying. "Be quiet, would ya." he whispered. "They'll come down here and shoot us both." He pulled his hat down over his eyes and leaned back.
"My nat," was what came out when she saw the hat.
"No, my hat. Your mom stole it from me," he replied. He knew what she was going to say. "And yes your mother would to do such a thing. Trust me kid she's not perfect and she's not heaven sent."
Georgie didn't say anything, just huffed and leaned back, writhing her hands. "Ake tis ag off,' She managed to say.
"Kinda like it on ya," Indy said. "Keeps you from talking." Another "Humph" and then silence. He heard the roar of the engines start. He would have to get some sleep. He yawned and closed his eyes, falling asleep within two minutes. Georgie was the same. She had always been a quick to sleep person.
She slipped into a dream state :
"Georgie…." she heard. She refused to open her eyes. She felt the warmth of her blankets in her bedroom surrounding her, engulfing her in their softness.
"C'mon, George, get up." Georgie looked around in confusion. How did she get here? Who was that calling her? A burst of cold air hit her and she curled into a ball.
"Georgia Blakeley!" it was her mother. But it can't be. Can it? Georgie thought.
"Mum!" Georgie said shooting up like a rocket. She was in her room in London. "You're back! You're home!"
"I only left for a couple of minutes," Marion laughed as her daughter frantically through her arms around her mother, fearing she would disappear. "I didn't think you'd worry much."
"But you were-" Georgie started.
"I was what?" Marion asked. Georgie thought a moment. Was everything she just experienced a dream? Nathan? Dr.Jones? Was she really in her room, home? Was her mother alive? Georgie put her head to her hands in confusion.
Marion had decided to drop the discussion, "Hurry up, get dressed." She was giggling and giving mischievous grins. She left Georgie alone.
Georgie did so quickly, confused and curious all at the same time. She needed answers. She entered the kitchen. "Hurry and eat," Marion said working on her egg.
"You cooked?" Georgie asked.
"Course I did," Marion said. Georgie gave her a suspicious look. "It's edible, trust me. Don't give me that look I can cook some things."
Georgie sank into a chair and hesitantly took a bite out of her scrambled eggs. Her eyes widened in amazement as she felt heaven in her mouth.
"Hurry, we need to go," she said pulling on a coat.
"Where?" Georgie asked copying her coat motion.
"You'll see," Marion said. The next thing Georgie knew she was in the car laughing.
"I told you, none of your trickery we'll get me to crack," Marion giggled. Georgie saw a sign coming up, "Welcome to Bath"
"Bath?" Georgie asked, excited.
"Happy Birthday," Marion said. "Ready to feel like a goddess."
"Most definitely," Georgie said. She felt a whirl wind then she felt herself soaking soothingly in a hot spring.
"Feels like the steam's taking all your troubles with it," Marion said. Georgie nodded in agreement. Georgie glanced over to see her mother turning a page in "Pride & Prejudice".
"You're actually taking time to read?" Georgie said.
"Shhh…"her mother said, appearing interested at the current text she was reading. Georgie glanced over to see "Sense & Sensibility" laying nearby. She didn't pick it up. She felt the whirlwind coming on. She was in the street, window shopping. Another feeling, another place. It was going so fast. She willed it to stop so she could spend more time with her mother. It didn't stop though. She was home.
"Have a good birthday?" Marion said stroking Georgie's forehead.
"Yes," Georgie nodded.
"I'm glad," Marion said kissing Georgie's forehead. Marion started slowly disappearing in front of Georgie's eyes.
"Mum! No! Don't leave me! Not again!" Georgie called, but it was useless. Marion was gone. Everything went black.
Georgie's eyes burst open. "Mum," she whispered. "I love you."
Indy was having a dream of his own, Georgie could tell. She sort of wished she knew what it was .
Crying. No matter which way he turned and covered his ears he could still hear it. He decided he was the only one that could put an end to it. He stood up stretching. He somehow didn't feel as old as he was. Why did he feel this way? He wondered. He looked in the mirror, eyes widening. He wasn't old anymore.
A figure stirred in the bed behind him. "I'll get her," he heard himself saying. The figure seemed to calm and sleep again.
Indy found himself walking down the halls of an unfamiliar place. He seemed to know his way though. It was strange. As he got closer to one door the crying got louder. He slowly turned the knob to a fairly middle sized room. On the far end of the green walls was a green and pink baby crib. He walked towards it.
He peeked over the edge to see a baby, about ten months to one year old writing and twisting, unhappy. He picked the child up. That seemed to sooth it only a little. He looked around the room. What could be wrong? Then it hit him as he saw the window. He had forgot to shut the curtains. How had he remembered that he'd forgotten? And why did he know this child didn't like the curtains left open.
He flipped on the lamp on the dresser. He then carried the child to the window getting "No Adas." out of it.
"It's alright, George," he found himself saying. He started back towards the rocking chair near the crib. He felt his foot recoil in pain as it connected with a baby toy in the floor. His hiss of pain seemed to amuse Georgie.
"You think that's funny, huh?" Indy chuckled as he sat down. She reached for a book on the nightstand he remembered reading earlier to her. Tiredly, he picked it up and opened it, letting her tell him the pictures on each page. It didn't take long for the little girl to go to sleep, sucking on his finger.
"I need my camera," he heard a whisper from the doorway. Marion was leaning against the door frame.
"She's got me captured," Indy replied jokingly., "So, I think you might have time." Marion crossed the room, gently lifting Georgie from him and placing her back in the crib. Indy stood, wrapping his arms around her from behind and resting his chin on her head.
She twisted around to face him. Man, she was beautiful. She leaned into him, letting him rock her slightly. She then kissed him, torturing him that he'd never get to taste her sweet lips again.
The room and Marion began to fade. Then it was gone.
Indy awoke slowly, pulling his hat off his face. He was at ease slightly about the dream. The only thing that confused him was all the green in Georgie's room. He had never really liked green, so then why was it covering his daughter's walls. He glanced over at Georgie at this thought.
"Hey ,George, what's your favorite color?" he asked.
"Green," he could make out. "Why?'
"No reason," he mumbled.
AN:Biggest Chapter Ever! I'm so proud.