Indy sat miserably in his seat between his wife and son. Marion had insisted that since this was to be a family vacation they had to take a commercial airline, and so there he was, stuck on a crowded, though much newer and faster than the planes he usually took, jet with scores of noisy tourists.

"I hate this." Indy said to no one in particular. "I don't see why I couldn't just call in a favor and get us a private plane."

"Come on, Jones, you've been complaining since we left the house. Try to enjoy it, there are comfortable seats, a bathroom, what would one of your old warplanes have that this plane doesn't?" She demanded.

"It would be much quieter."

"Just grin and bear it, it's not like we can do anything about it now, we're already half way to Paris" Marion said, exasperated. "This is supposed to be a fun vacation. Just look at Mutt, he's enjoying himself."

Enjoying himself was an understatement. Shortly after boarding, the teenager, who had been rather upset about not being able to bring his motorcycle, soon recalled what he loved most about commercial flights; the flight attendants. The last time he had been on a plane was when he and his mother went to Seattle for the funeral for his great aunt Tilly who had clearly loved her five cats more in life than she did Mutt, although this didn't much bother him for she constantly smelled of tuna and cortisone. Needless to say, he had changed a lot since he was 13 years old which made flirting with the four flight attendants who by company policy were required to be very attractive(1), a much more fruitful pursuit.

"Yeah, dad, come on." The teenager said while winking at the pretty redhead who was waving to him flirtatiously. Indy rolled his eyes and pulled his signature fedora down.

"Just wake me when we get there."

After what felt like a lifetime later, though in reality only four hours, the jet landed in the bustling Paris airport.

"Indy, Indy," Marion whispered, gently shaking her husband's arm to wake him in vain. She sighed and inhaled deeply. "Jones!"

The professor jumped and looked around frantically. "What? What's going on?" He demanded. Mutt failed to suppress a laugh.

"Cool it, Pops," he said. "We're here."

Once out of the airport terminal, amidst the crowd of other travelers, they managed to find a man in a gray suit holding up a large sign with "Jones" scrawled on it. A black limousine was running behind him.

"There's our ride." Indy said, smiling at the looks on his wife and son's faces.

"This friend of your's seems very well off." Marion stated as the chauffeur opened the door for her and began taking the luggage into the trunk.

"That comes as a surprise to you?" He asked playfully, stepping into the car after her. "How else would I be able to take the three of us to France for an extended period of time? Especially with that commercial plane we simply had to take."

"Wait, how long are we gonna be here?" Mutt asked as he closed the door. "Will we be home for my birthday?"

"Sorry, Junior." Indy told him, beginning to feel a bit bad about the situation.

"Christmas? New Year's?" The older man simply shook his head. "So I'm gonna be here for my entire break?"

"We told you about this months ago, Sweetheart." Marion said. "You were fine with it then." Mutt said nothing. He crossed his arms and slouched in his seat.

"Come on, it's not gonna be as bad as you think. My friend has a couple of kids, one is about your age, Ashton or Ashford or something. But that's not the point, you're not going to be spending your vacation with only your parents."

"Oh no, it's way better. I get to spend it with some stuck up rich kid."

"You better not be rude when we get there." Indy warned. "I will not have you embarrassing your mother and I in front of a friend I haven't seen in 20 years." Mutt scowled and slouched lower. "And none of that pouting either."

Mutt rolled his eyes and for the duration of the drive he remained louring, slumped against the seat. This of course changed when the limo pulled through wrought iron gates and up to an exquisitely massive villa.

"Holy shit," he muttered, leaning against the glass to get a better look.

"Mutt!" Marion scolded, but her son ignored her.

"This is where we're staying?" He asked incredulously. Indy smirked.

"Yeah, this is where we're staying." He said. "Not gonna be as bad as you thought, eh?"

Before Mutt could reply, the sound of the chauffeur clearing his throat outside the open door got the small family's attention. The Joneses exited the limousine but as they went around to retrieve their luggage from the trunk, they found several men, clearly the villa's staff, were in the process of removing the luggage and bringing it up to the house, if such a word could really describe a residence so grand.

"Why haven't we visited these people before?" Mutt demanded. Indy chuckled and simply beckoned for his son to follow his mother up to the villa. Marion banged the large brass knocker several times until a butler answered the door.

"The Joneses, I presume?" He asked with a distinctly French accent.

"That's us." Marion confirmed.

"Madame Levesque and Monsieur Bleichert have been eagerly awaiting your arrival." The butler opened the door more widely, welcoming them in.

The elegance exhibited on the exterior of the house was emulated on the interior. Mutt let out a whistle as he looked around the lavish foyer.
"It's about time you showed up, Indiana." A woman's voice said. An attractive blonde woman with shoulder length curls was standing by the staircase with a smile on her lips. Indy returned the smile and opened his arms to embrace her. Marion watched on with surprised and, though she would never admit it, jealous eyes.

"Levesque? I though you liked being Willie Scott." Indy said when he pulled away from the hug.

"Willie Scott was fun when I was younger but Wilhelmina Levesque has a nice, regal ring to it, don't you think?" She asked, her smile widening before she turned to the brunette beside her. "You must be Marion, Indy's written me all about you, it's so nice to finally meet you." They shook hands and Marion smiled, the envy gone from her light green eyes. "And you must be-"

"Mutt." The greaser told her with a dumb grin on his face. The stewardesses from the flight were nothing in comparison to the woman before him.

"Mutt? What kind of name is that?" Willie asked, scrunching her nose in distaste. For once Mutt didn't seem to mind. Willie turned to Indy. "What, were you upset about your parents giving you a silly name like Indiana so you decided to take it out on your son?"

"We had nothing to do with that." Marion told her laughing.

"You know Mutt, you look about the same age as my Ashley, I'm sure you two will get along great." Willie continued. "Please pardon me for a minute while I round up the kids." She departed up the stairs and called out several names. Mutt gave his father an 'are-you-kidding-me?' look.

"I'm spending my vacation with a guy named Ashley? Are you serious?" He demanded.

"Be nice." Marion snapped, smacking his arm.

"Ma, it's a guy. Named Ashley. What are we gonna do, bake cookies?"

"If that's what he wants to do you bet your butt you're going to do it and do it with a smile. We're guests here."

"Oh yeah, maybe we'll even stay up late and paint our toenails, that sounds really hep."

"Henry Walton J-"

"Hi," a voice from the steps said distracting both mother and son. A girl with long tawny curls and dark blue eyes was standing at the base of the stairs. "I'm Ashley."

Sorry I took like 25662364 years to update, my computer got a virus and I couldn't get to any of my files until just the other day. Any way, I hope no one took any offense to my 'guy with commonly girl name' thing, personally I love Ashley as a guy's name.

(1): I've looked around several places and apparently many, if not most companies had some crazy requirements for their flight attendants, being unmarried and wicked pretty were among them. It wasn't until the 70's that women were able to have these restrictions overturned.