AN: I got a lot of reviews for this one-shot, asking for more. So I decided to turn it into a longer story, but keep the chapters short. I really want to see the movie again, but no one has the time to go with me. So I'm writing it the best I can remember.

Disclaimer: I do not own.

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The ride to school was quiet, the loudest noise the rumbling engine of their car.

Mutt stared out the window, refusing to look at his father. He wished he had the nerve to tell the old man off. Just tell him no, a flat angry no. No, he wasn't going to the college. No, he wasn't going to give up motorcycling or fixing them. No, he was not doing what anyone told him anymore.

If he just had the nerve – come on, man! Stop being such a baby! He had faced the Russians and the alien world and killer ants and waterfalls. He had done things most guys his age wouldn't dream of, shown courage in moments of fear, been a damn hero for all he had done, but somehow he couldn't find the courage to stand up to one single man.

Mutt's jaw twitched, but he clenched his teeth tight together. He was not scared of his father. He could not be scared of him. He had not been scared of Colin who hadn't told him what to do too much. Colin had been rather quiet, not really bothering him that much. His mom was always the disciplinarian as far as he could remember, making sure he didn't get away with bad or bratty behavior. Colin had been nice, and they had done stuff together, but Colin had been involved with his work and Mutt with his friends. He couldn't remember any confrontations with the man, and when Colin had died, Mutt felt sorry, but it did not change his life too much.

But the man sitting beside him in the car was not Colin, nor was he like Colin in any way. Indiana Jones had a force around him, even when he was sitting doing nothing, and Mutt could almost feel that force inside the car. The way his father held the wheel, calm, confident, with the assurance that he was in control. It was always him, Mutt thought angrily, always the great Indiana Jones in charge, telling people what to do.

"Stop the car," Mutt growled.

Indy glanced towards him, concerned. "Are you going to be sick?"

"No, I want out," Mutt grabbed for the car door handle.

Instead of slowing the car, Indy pushed on the pedal harder.

"What are you doing?" Mutt demanded. "Let me out."

"No!" Indy raised one finger, not quite pointing it at his son and not quite pointing at the ceiling, keeping it somewhere in between to tell Mutt to pay attention and to be quiet.

"No?" Mutt raised his eyebrow. "No?"

"You heard me," Indy grabbed the steering wheel with both hands. "You're not getting out. You stay where you are and stop arguing with me."

"Look," Mutt clenched his hands into fists, "I appreciate you thinking I need college and being all concerned about my future, but I'm telling you right now, I'll be fine without it."

"And I'm telling you right now you either to shape up or pay the consequences."

"The consequences? What, you're going to take away the allowance I don't get?" Mutt challenged. "You're going to not let me see all the friends I don't have here?"

"Keep pushing me and you'll find out," Indy threatened. "As long as you live in my house, under my roof, you obey –"

"Then I'm moving out!" Mutt declared. "I'll get my own place and work where I like and do what I like and –"

"You are going to school," Indy shouted. "End of story."

"That's what you think," Mutt said in a low voice.

Ahead, the light was red, and Indy began to slow to a stop. Mutt put his hand on the handle and pulled up, opening the door.

"Step outside this car, and I will tan your hide like you would never believe," Indy warned.

"You wouldn't," Mutt declared, keeping the door open but staying in his seat.

"I'm done talking," Indiana stated, keeping his eyes fixed on the road. "I have tried to be a good father – giving you space to adjust to your new life here, trying to let you be your own man. I know I know nothing about being a father. Hell, my father knew nothing about it, and I know less than him. But right here, right now, I am telling you that you're going to college even if I have to tie you to a chair and carry you into the classroom."

"You always want to control everything!" Mutt exploded. "From me, to school, to Mom –"

"You leave your mother out of this," Indy ordered.

"You left her and now you want to come back and pretend like it never happened."

"I have made mistakes, I admit that."

"Good, then I get to make them too," Mutt shoved the door open and leapt out of the car.

Indiana swore, but the light turned green, and he had to pull ahead before the car behind him started honking. Speeding the car up, Indy swerved to the side of the road to jerk the car to a stop before jumping out himself. He could see Mutt up ahead, walking down the sidewalk.

Mutt probably thought he was too cool to run so he stalked ahead, his whole body stiff. Indy paused just long enough to grab what he needed from under the car seat, tucking it under his jacket. Then he started for his son.

Mutt kept up the swaggering pace until he heard footsteps behind him. Turning, he saw the most frightening thing he had even seen in his life: his father charging for him with an expression of pure rage on his face. Mutt leapt back in fear and turned to run for his life.

"No, you don't," Indy yelled.

Mutt heard something whiz through the air and then something wrapped around his waist and jerked him backwards. Looking down, he saw the end of a bull whip wrapped around him, pulling him backwards. Before he had the chance to wiggle free, he stumble back several steps and then a hand clamped down on the back of his neck.

"Big mistake," Indy seethed, keeping a firm grip on the whip handle. He always kept a whip in his car, just in case he ran into trouble, but he never guessed he would use it to catch his own fleeing son. "Very big mistake. The worst you will ever make."

"Let me go!" Mutt tried to pull free. From the corner of his eye, he could see two girls in poodle skirts walking together, giving him wary looks. He must seem ridiculous – in nice school clothes, tied with a whip by a raging professor. "People are looking - you're embarrassing me."

"I've not begun to embarrass you," Indy told him, pushing his fingers down to ensure Mutt could not run. "We're going back to the car, and I will deal with you when we reach my office."

"I was just kidding," Mutt tried as he was marched back to the car, Indy's hand on the back of his neck and the bull whip still around his waist. "It was a joke – I was always going to come back. I just needed some air."

Indiana said nothing until they reached the car. "All right," he snarled, "this is the last choice you get to make. If you promise to get in the car, ride to the college, and walk quietly to my office, I will take the bull whip off. But if you're going to fight me, the whip stays on, and I drag you and the whip into my office."

"But people will see me," Mutt looked horrified.

"That's the idea," Indy retorted. "Last chance – whip or no whip?"

"No whip," his son muttered under his breath.

"Are you sure?" Indy could not help pushing him a little further.

"Yes, I'm sure," Mutt tried not to yell. He wished he could punch the old man right in the face, but he did not think that would do any good at the moment.

"Are you going to behave?"

"Yes," Mutt said, low and sullen.

"Yes, Dad?" Indy prompted.

Mutt shot him a heated look, probably preferring to call Indy sir than the other title.

"I'm waiting," Indiana tugged on the end of rope, almost knocking Mutt off balance.

"Yes, Dad," Mutt finally gave in.

"Good boy," Indy pulled the car door open and unwound the whip. "Get in."

Mutt stepped past him, and Indy barely could resist the urge to smack the kid's rear end or at least whack him on the back of the head as he ducked into his seat. Indy's temper always showed when he was provoked, and he knew if Mutt had been someone else, the kid would be on the ground right now from one of Indy's solid right hooks. But though he did not know much about being a father, Indy guessed that punching your own son and knocking him unconscious to the pavement below were not marks of a good father. Plus, Marion would have his head.

"Thank you," Indy growled as he shut the door. He felt reluctant to step away, afraid the kid would bolt the moment he moved and he would have to chase him down again. But as Indy rounded the car to his own door, the passenger door stayed shut.

Indy got into his seat and started the car. Mutt stared out his window, hissing his breath between his teeth and scowling. Indy hated the look on his face – it was the same he himself had worn the day he left his father's house and never returned.

An icy hand of fear gripped Indy's heart. What if Mutt decided to leave? Just flat out left and did not return? Marion would be heart-broken – Indy could already picture her face when she realized her son had left, those beautiful eyes widening as they filled with tears, her lips parting for a quick intake of air, her agonized whispered, "Oh, Indy, no . . ."

"How could you do that to your mother?" Indy roared.

Mutt flinched. "Do what? You're the one who wants me to come with you. She doesn't care."

"We aren't even to the school and you're already in trouble," Indy growled as he drove the car, shifting the gears in short jerky movements. "You wait until I find a quiet moment to deal with you – we'll see who's sorry then."

"You're completely crazy," Mutt said. "You're off your rocker, old man."

"Not yet," Indy pointed the finger at him again. "And when I get finished with you, you'll be thinking those killer ants would be a blessing after me."

Mutt looked at him and thought his father was acting quite mad, but it was a madness Mutt had seen before. On their way to the alien kingdom, that same sort of focused rage that drove Indiana forward and made him such a fearsome foe. Unfortunately, Mutt never thought he would see that rage directed at him.

Swallowing hard, Mutt turned to look out the window while his father drove hard and fast to the college. Looking back, Mutt wished he had chosen a more appropriate time to run, like when his father was in the midst of teaching and would not miss him until later. Now, Indy was hot and tired before they even reached the campus, and that meant he would be grouchy and short-tempered and ready to snap at Mutt at the least provocation.

Mutt closed his eyes in despair. He had forgotten that one of the classes he had to attend would be Indiana's own class. Stuck in a class taught by his own father who was already angry at him. Could the day get any worse?