DISCLAIMER: Do not own. Getting Chapters in as I have time/'net access.

Indiana Jones walked through the door of the empty hangar where his wife and Susan were being held. He saw Marion next to Collins who had a gun trained on her.

"Put the lamp on the floor and back away, Doctor Jones," Collins said. "I'll release her when I have the lamp in my possession."

"Where's Susan?" Indy demanded.

"What concern is she to you?" Collins sneered. "You're not her father. She's of no use to you but to the agency she will be a valuable asset."

"She's a child not a tool," Marion growled at him. "And she's sick. Take the lamp and be damned but give us Susan."

"We'll see," Collins said, pushing her toward the lamp. "Pick it up and bring it to me, Mrs. Jones."

Marion hesitated for a moment before picking it up. She hadn't expected an oil lamp made from thin hammered metal to be so heavy but she took it back to him but did not hand it over immediately.

"Give us Susan," Marion said. "She's just a little girl."

Collins nodded to someone in the dark who opened a door and Susan came running out and latched onto Marion. "I sorry," Susan whispered.

"Give her the lamp and instruct her to give it to me," he demanded. Marion handed Susan the lamp and she held onto it tightly. Collins raised his gun to Marion's head. "Give it to me and I'll let you go with them. If you don't, I'll kill her."

"No," Susan cried. "No hurt anymore peoples. I give it to you."

"Go," Collins ordered Marion.

Perhaps it was fortunate that Collins and his men were so preoccupied with Marion and Susan that he didn't see Indiana making his way to the shadows of the hangar. He took a running start for his wife and grabbed her out of harm's way but missed Susan in his grab.

"Jones!" Marion yelped. "Where's Mutt?"

"Safe," Indy replied. "I came to make sure that you and she are too."

The lamp began to smoke in Susan's hand as the Djinn erupted from the tip, her voice booming through the room as she stood some fifteen feet high.

"Wow," Susan said looking up at the Djinn. "I hafta give you to him now or he hurts the big people. I sorry."

Susan handed over the lamp to Collins who sneered with delight. "Genie, I am your master now," he said. "Kill them."

"Now why would I do that?" Xanae asked, strutting around in a floating position. "I have nothing against them. You, on the other hand, have been a royal pain in the ass."

"I'm ordering you to kill them," Collins said. "Do as I wish."

"No," Xanae replied. "I'm not yours to command. Did you really think you could simply demand my obedience? It works not that way."

"I have the lamp. You are mine to control," he said, getting red in the face.

"To believe that my power is contained by a cheap oil lamp is moronic," Xanae said. "The house has no importance."

From the shadows, Indy called out to Susan. "Over here. Come to us, Susan. We'll get out of here now."

Susan made a run for where the Joneses were. Even if she was alone now, she would at least be safe with them. "I comin'," she yelled as her feet slipped on the floor. "Don' leave me."

"We're not leaving you, Baby," Marion said. "Just come to us."

Susan stumbled before falling into Indy's arms. Marion screamed in alarm as blood began to spread out over Susan's chest as a bullet tore through her body. He cradled her in his arms as he tried to put pressure on the wound but blood was seeping through his fingers too quickly.

"God, No," Indy said, tears coming to his eyes unbidden.

Susan's eyes became reminiscent of her elder self for a brief moment. She smiled as she wheezed, "Thank you. I wish… I wish…"

"Hush, Susan. We'll get a doctor and you'll be fine," Marion said, desperately.

"I wish I could make things right," she said finally before her eyes rolled back in her head and her hand relaxed and the lamp fell from it.

Indy looked over at Xanae who had grown to a frightening height and had Collins in a field of arcing blue electrical bolts that were shooting through his body. His eyes popped out of their sockets, the vitreous fluid burning on his cheeks as he screamed. His skin blackened as he fried and when the last sparks died down, he was little more than a charred skeleton.

"Xanae, can you do anything?" Indy asked.

"Of course I can. I am my mistress' guardian as much as she is mine," Xanae said, sending gentler waves of blue smoke through the bullet wound, knitting it up. Susan moaned as the wound healed. "My mistress will live but her body needs time to recuperate."

"Were you serious about being bound to her soul?" Marion asked.

"Sort of," Xanae said. "Her father sent her the pieces to see if she could unravel the puzzle. The final experiment, I guess."

"What experiment?" Indy asked.

"Later, Jones, we have to get out of here," Marion said.

Indy and Marion returned home with the two young children; Mutt sat between his parents in the car clinging to his mother. Susan lay in the back seat, still unconscious and burning with fever. Marion grabbed the thermometer and took her temperature.

"One hundred and four," Marion exclaimed. "Get her into the tub. I'll get ice."

Indy carried her up to the bathroom and ran the tub full of cold water. He carefully immersed her in the water, keeping her head from going under.

"Cold," she complained through her fevered delirium.

"I know," he said gently. "But this will help you."

Indy and Marion spend the next hour swapping turns holding the little girl in the icy water. Mutt watched from the doorway of the bathroom, holding Susan's stuffed dog.

"Daddy, is Suzy gonna die?" he asked during one of their swaps.

Indy picked his little boy up and set him on his knee as he sat on the stairs outside of the bathroom. "No, Suzy's not going to die, Son," he said gently. "Mommy and I are going to make sure she gets better."

"Her fever's down," Marion said. "She's going to be okay now, Mutt. Go play downstairs in the living room and we'll be down in a few minutes, okay?"

Indy wrapped Susan up in a towel and took her into the nursery where he sat rocking her while she slept easily. Finally, Marion tapped him on the shoulder and started him out of his reverie. "You should put her to bed, Jones," she said quietly. "She'll probably sleep through the night now."

Indy nodded as he put the child in her bed. "It's been one hell of a day, Kid, but you're back and we'll keep you safe."