White Out

By Andie O'Neill

Summary: Indiana Jones' biggest regret is about to be erased.

A/N: Sorry this took so long! It's been really, REALLY crazy lately and unfortunately I was having computer problems, but now it's been fixed… yay! Plus I was sick for like a week with the flu, still am, but feeling MUCH better! :D Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own it… but I certainly wish I did!

Part Nine

Marion was certain she'd never been more tired in her life. She was running mostly on adrenaline and she had a feeling it was finally wearing off. Sure, it was true the guys were doing okay, but they hadn't just been in labor weeks before. She was tired, sore, and sleep deprived despite trying to get some shut eye a few days before when they'd set up camp. Instead she'd spent the entire night trying to figure out if she really believed Indiana's story. It certainly was a stretch. Time travel, Nazis, and emotional baggage. It wasn't a good combination… that was for sure. They'd finally reached Iskenderun thankfully, almost running out of gas on the way. There they'd met up with Sallah and were taking his car down the crowded streets to his house. Marion had never been so happy to see the oversized man as memories flowed of his kindness. Indy and Sallah were talking about the Grail while she sat in the back with Indiana's father. Henry looked at her curiously, he had since they'd reached Iskenderun, though Marion wasn't quite sure why.

"Marion Ravenwood… your Abner Ravenwood's daughter," he finally spoke with a smile so very similar to Indy's.

"I thought you didn't know me," she questioned him, surprised.

"Marcus Brody has been a good friend for a very long time, before Junior was even born. My son and I have never been close, but at least with Marcus I can make sure my boy's okay." His answer shouldn't have surprised Marion, but it did. Obviously, Henry Sir wasn't the man he allowed everyone to believe he was.

"So what exactly do you know about me?" Now she was curious. Did he know she'd been with Indy before? Did he know about their past?

"I know Henry studied under your father. He was a good Archeologist, I'm sorry for your loss." Marion smiled sadly. "I know you and he briefly had a relationship… until he left. Twice, I believe."

Marion rolled her eyes. "It's a gift," she muttered looking away. She and Indy had always had a rough and complicated past. It didn't take a genius to guess they had their problems. Still, she'd given him a chance, one last chance to redeem himself. She wasn't perfect either… she should have contacted Indy the moment she learned she was pregnant, but she hadn't. He could have lived his life never knowing he had a son… the way Indiana had explained things, he had gone through his life with no knowledge of his son.

"It takes a fool to walk away and an even bigger one to come back… I have a feeling he wasn't exactly welcomed with open arms. You didn't hit him did you?" Henry Sir teased with a laugh.

Marion smiled. "Punched him the first time… I was still tired from giving birth the second time. I didn't have enough energy to hit him." Both laughed at that. It was strange how much the older man reminded her of Abner. She supposed that was why she and Indy had bonded so quickly when they'd first met.

Henry gave her a wink. "Good for you! He deserves a kick in the pants now and then," he told her. Yes, he was definitely very much like her father. Marion frowned when Indy's father grew serious. "Tell me about my grandson," he requested an almost earnest look in his eyes.

"He's only a few weeks old… not much to tell. I was only in labor seven hours, though it certainly felt like a hundred. He's got my eyes and Indy's ears. He's beautiful," she told him, glowing at the very thought of her son. He had become her everything the moment she'd looked into his wide eyes. He was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Indy had told her only a few things about their son's future, including a nickname she wasn't so sure she was looking forward to. If he was anything like Jones, he'd be a terror.

Henry looked away, smiling once more. "I didn't think I'd live long enough to see my son have children… always gallivanting around the world, never settling down. I'm… glad he found you Marion Ravenwood," he told her, turning his head to look at her. "I want my boy to be happy," he admitted.

Marion could see the older man meant what he said. She looked over at Indy who was completely unaware of their conversation as he went on and on about the Grail. Sallah was hanging on his every word as they discussed their upcoming adventure. Would he be happy with her? He'd left her so many times. Was she really what he wanted? Or did he only want her because of his son? Though she'd done her best to silence the doubts, she really wasn't sure… and worse, she was afraid of finding out.

Colin stared down at the crib as little Henry cried. He'd been doing so for hours… and it was approaching five am. Oxley had promised to return with some things for the baby, but Colin was starting to wonder if maybe the older man had just been looking for an escape. 'Lucky old fool,' he thought to himself as he picked up Marion's baby and tried rocking him once more. Should he sing to him? He'd read somewhere that singing helped, though Colin had a feeling he wouldn't be very good at it. He was a pilot, not a singer. He never should have agreed to watch the child in the first place. Henry should be with his mother… not two men with absolutely no idea what to do with a new born baby. It was then that he felt the hairs in the back of his neck stand up as he heard a banging at the door. Williams sighed, putting the baby back down. The boy screamed even louder as Colin rolled his eyes. His headache would surely be the death of him. "If that's you, Oxley! I'm telling you right now, it's your turn!" he shouted as he walked to the door, opening it. Instead of seeing Harold Oxley there stood two very burly men and one very beautiful woman. "Well hello there," he greeted with a frown.

The woman smiled at the sound of Henry's cry. "Having trouble with your son, Mr. Williams?"

Colin cursed himself for not keeping his handgun nearby as he watched her take a step, the two men with her. "Who are you?"

"Jones didn't mention we'd be coming?" she asked, looking almost surprised. "We're good friends of his."

Colin found it unlikely. He didn't trust her… women that beautiful were always the most dangerous of them all. He snorted his distrust. "Of course you are. And what is your business here?" he asked.

Suddenly the woman's smile vanished as the two men behind her pulled out their weapons. "Goodbye Mr. Williams," she whispered. Colin didn't have time to react… it was too late. One of the men in the back took a step forward and pulled the trigger. "I'm afraid Henry Jones the third belongs to us now," she told him just before his eyes closed; shocked as his hand rested on his stomach where he'd been shot. Everything went black.

Oxley stared down at the hospital bed as his good friend lay there still. He was pale and barely breathing. The Doctors weren't even sure he'd be alive tomorrow. Colin had lost too much blood… and his chances were dim unless he could wake up soon. What was worse, little Henry had been kidnapped and he had only one clue as to who had done the kidnapping. Harold took out the small piece of cloth with the Nazi insignia on it and sighed. He had to get in touch with Jones and Marion. Now that Colin was getting treatment he would have to leave his dear friend. Harold put the piece of cloth back into his suit jacket and patted his friend's hand. He then pulled out a piece of paper with the number written on it. Jones had called him days ago to let him know he'd be meeting a Mr. Sallah, and that soon they would be on their way to find the grail. Oxley just hoped Henry wasn't gone just yet.

Sallah had invited them to his house for the night to prepare for the journey ahead of them. Indy had been ready to decline, but he could see Marion was exhausted… as was his father. They had no time to lose, but he couldn't put his family in danger either. The Nazi's had no clue as to where the Grail was with no map to follow. They could wait. Indy stood out on Sallah's balcony, staring at the stars and moon so bright in the night. When he felt arms wrap around him he couldn't help but smile.

"Planning on eating anytime soon, Jones?" Marion asked him, resting her forehead on his shoulder from behind.

"Just not hungry I suppose. I was just thinking," he admitted.

"Thinking about what?" she asked as Indy had known she would.

"Last time I went after the Grail… I lost it. Maybe this time things will be different. Imagine bringing back the Holy Grail, Marion… it'd be unbelievable. We'd be bringing back something bigger than even the Ark! It's the find of a lifetime."

He could hear Marion sigh behind him, and knew what she was thinking. He knew Archeology would always be important to him… Marion knew that too. Still, he had a family now, and he couldn't let it be the most important thing. He wouldn't put them aside like he did before. The last time he'd put Archeology first he'd lost out on the biggest treasure he could ever imagine… watching his son grow up, and being with the woman he loved. He'd learned later on his mistake, but by then the damage had already been done.

He turned in Marion's arms and kissed her. "I love you," he whispered to her, resting his forehead on hers. He needed her to know he'd changed.

Marion smiled. "What was that for?"

He rubbed her back gently, staring into her eyes, suddenly very serious. He refused to mess things up the second time around. Indiana had learned long ago what he wanted. In his timeline he was married, with a son, and he'd never been happier… not even finding an ancient artifact had given him the joy he'd had the day he'd married Marion. "You know… you and I are married," he told her. "It was a great ceremony, only wished Dad and Marcus could have been there. Mutt was my best man, and you looked absolutely beautiful… like an angel." He meant every word.

Marion blushed. "Married huh? I thought you said I married Colin?" she asked him.

Indy turned away sadly, staring down at the houses. "He died… was shot down by the Nazis."

Marion frowned at the idea of losing Colin. Though she knew she would always love Indiana, she did have strong feelings for Colin. He'd been there for her when Indy had not. She couldn't imagine losing him… not like that. She was about to speak when the door to the balcony was opened.

"Doctor Jones!" shouted Sallah. "You have an urgent call from a Mr. Harold Oxley!"

Indiana turned around, frowning. "Is he okay?"

Sallah looked worried as he glanced at Marion, then back at Indy. "Please, you must talk with him," he urged.

Indy turned, kissing Marion's forehead. "I'll be right back," he assured her before leaving the balcony and following Sallah to pick up the phone.

It was bad. Marion had known the moment she walked off the balcony and saw Indiana staring into space, the phone hanging off the hook. His expression scared her, his eyes blazed in anger, his fists so tight he was probably drawing blood. "Indy? What's happened?" she asked quietly, walking over to him, her hand touching his cheek. She tried to be gentle, but she was getting worried.

As if his trance was broken, he looked down at her, his breathing rough. "I have to go… now."

"When do we leave?" she asked without question.

Indy shook his head. "You're staying here. I'm going alone. I want you to look after my Dad… take care of him."

"Indiana, what's happened?" she asked, demanded.

He shook his head, grabbing his whip and gun from the table. "Marion, please! I'll explain later!" he snapped.

Marion jumped, shocked by the rage she heard in his voice.

He immediately turned, his eyes softening. "I'm finishing this. The Germans want me… well they can have me. I swear to you, they are going to pay!"

"Indy, what's happened?" she almost begged, her heart was beating faster and faster as she saw the fear in his eyes. "Tell me… please."

With a sigh he stroked her cheek. "They've shot Colin… he's in the hospital. Ox isn't sure if he's gonna make it. He's slipped into a coma."

Marion's hand closed over her mouth as her eyes filled with tears. Colin… they'd shot Colin. She couldn't even process it. "Oh my god."

Indy grabbed her shoulders. "Honey… they have Henry. They won't stop until they have the Grail. I have to go."

Marion froze, unable to believe what she was hearing. They had her son. Indiana pulled her into his arms, holding her tight, but she could barely feel a thing. They had her baby.

"I will bring him back to you, Marion. I swear to you… they'll pay. Just please… promise me you'll take care of Dad."

She pushed away from him, feeling the rage inside her, like fuel. "Those bastards have my son, Indiana! To hell with that! I'm coming with you!"

"Marion-"

Marion wouldn't back down. She was a mother, and nothing was going to prevent her from finding her son. She grabbed her things in a hurry, pulling her pack on. "Sallah can take care of your father… I'm coming with you."

"Dammit Marion! It's too dangerous!" he fought, grabbing her arm.

Marion swung back around, fist flying. If Indy hadn't ducked it would have hit him square in the jaw. "Don't you dare give me that! They have my baby! I'm coming with you and don't you dare say I can't! Not when they have my child!"

Suddenly Indy was quiet as he stared into her eyes. Finally he turned to Sallah, who looked on in silence, his eyes filled with sorrow. "I've made a map for you to follow… it'll take you to the Grail. Follow it. We'll meet you there as soon as we can."

"What about the Nazis?" asked Sallah.

Indy stared at him for a minute, his eyes fierce. "They want the Grail… so I'm gonna give it to them," was all he said before he walked away, Marion right behind them. She glanced back at Sallah one last time before closing the door behind her. She didn't know what Jones had planned, but she didn't really care. The Germans would pay for what they've done… one way or another.

To Be Continued….

A/N: Sorry for the angst there! Couldn't be helped! Since Indy's changed the future the Nazis needed some way of getting to them… and this was the only thing I could come up with! Consider it the alternative of them shooting Henry Sir! I'll try to keep the angst to a minimum in the next chapter… but I make no promises! :D