A/N-Since everyone responded well to the first chapter, I'm rewarding you with an update. Not much to say in this note except for a big thank you to the people who have reviewed and told me how much they love tis story. Thanks! And now, enjoy!

Dislcimaer-I own nothing! I may love Indy and all, but I sadly do not own him...same with everyone you may recognize.

Chapter 2

"What's so special about this guy anyways?" Mutt asked as he looked at the newspaper article his mother had just finished reading. "It's not like he's saved the world or anything...he's just found some old stuff that used to belong to dead guys. Nothing special,"

"It's complicated, Mutt. He happens to be the best in his field." She responded as she cleaned up the kitchen.

"Sure," the teenagers rolled his eyes as he took in the black and white photo of the man that had been the center of their conversation. "And what's with the hat? Does it give him special powers?"

He started chuckling, only to stop when he noticed the look his mother was giving him. He placed the newspaper back on the table and leaned back in his chair, running the comb through his hair. His eyes glanced back at the article, there was just something about it that caught his interest.

"It has to be nice though," he muttered.

"What does?"

"Finding all that fortune and glory...I wouldn't mind finding stuff like that." Mutt explained as he stood up from his chair, leaning over the counter. "What else has this guy found that you know of?"

"Lots of things, Mutt." She looked at him, smiling at the sparkle in his eyes. "One of them being the Ark of the Covenant, but that was before you were born."

Mutt nodded his head before he made his way out of the kitchen, heading towards his room to grab his jacket and hat. He was surprised that his mother seemed to be okay with him not continuing his education, or she was keeping the disappointment to herself; something she did often when it came to him. He reappeared in a few minutes, ready to go and explore the small city he called home.

"Be safe, Mutt." He heard her call as he left the house, smiling when he saw his friends waiting for him.

"What's kept you, Mutt?" Ben asked as he walked towards them.

"I was having a conversation with my mom about this archaeologist that was in the paper..." he replied as the four walked down the street.

"I read about him...I thought he seemed kinda okay." Steve said. "He's gotta be rich from all the things he's found."

"He's not...my mom told me he never keeps what he finds." Mutt corrected, adjusting his hat.

"How would she know?" Riley asked, not believing Mutt. "Has she met this guy?"

"Maybe she has...my mom's done a lot of crazy things when she was younger. For all I know, she could've been friends with this guy before I was born."

"Has she ever mentioned him?" Ben pointed out, intrigued now.

"No...I've never heard her say the name Dr.Jones before. Not until this morning anyways...she knew a lot about him." The 17 year old kicked at a lose stone on the sidewalk.

"Oh well...c'mon." Riley shrugged as he walked faster and turned around. "I've got something to show you guys."

The three of them stopped and looked at the blonde, curious at what it was he found. Mutt and Ben looked at Steve for a hint, but all the Lancaster brother did was shrugged. Mutt looked back at Riley, his head titled to the side.

"Care to elaborate?" he raised an eyebrow when his friend remained silent.

"You'll just have to follow me to see what it is," he smiled before walking again, the rest following.

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"Riley?" Mutt called as they entered the junk yard, the three looking out for any dogs that could rip them apart. "There's nothing here!"

The blonde just shook his head and waved them to follow him. Ben muttered something to Steve, causing Mutt to look over at them; he had a feeling they were talking about him. When he saw them looking at him, he just turned back around and went on following his friend.

"Now, stay here." Riley ordered as they stopped, giving the other two a look.

"Wait...why?" Mutt asked, worrying about getting caught.

"You'll see...Ben and Steve, come with me. I need your help." Mutt watched as his friends disappeared from his sight, leaving him alone.

The teenager aimlessly kicked at a few pieces of scrap, hoping that someone wouldn't walk by and get him into trouble. He sat on the dirt, looking around the junk as he waited. Minutes passed and still no sign of the other three.

"What the hell is taking..." he was cut off by the sound of running feet as he clambered to his feet.

"Mutt!" that was Steve's voice.

The 17 year old ran to meet his friend, hearing the panic in his voice.

"Mutt...Riley needs help...no time to explain." He gasped as they took off running the way Steve came from.

Mutt had never ran so fast in his life as he followed Steve, only to skid to a halt when he saw his other two friends.

"Shit..." he grumbled as he saw Riley under a good size of junk metal. "What happened?"

"Steve's idiot brother here was climbing up that and then..." Ben began as he struggled to lift the metal. "Can you give me a hand?"

Mutt hurried to where Riley was under the rusted metal and gripped the edge, struggling to pull it up. Even with the two of them, it was difficult to get the metal off of the blonde. All Steve did was stand there and watch his brother be crush under the scrap.

"Steve! Don't stand there...pull him out, damn it!" Mutt yelled as him and Ben got the metal to a good height. "Steve! Move your ass!"

Steve ran over to his brother and grabbed his arms, dragging him out from the junk just as the other two dropped it. Mutt fell to the ground while Ben stormed over to the brothers, glaring at them. He looked over to see Riley rubbing his leg, no doubt having broken it or something, as Steve backed away from Ben.

"What was the point of that, Riley!" Ben shouted as Mutt made his way over to the pile of junk Riley had attempted to climb.

He looked up at the top, ignoring the argument going on behind him. He squinted in the sunlight as something glinted in the sun, it wasn't a bright glint but Mutt was sure that if he polished it...

"Mutt!" Steve yelled as he began to climb up the pile.

"Jesus, Henry! Didn't you learn from me?" Riley called up as Mutt continued to climb the junk, determined to reach whatever it was that was shining.

He managed to get a good grip of the top and pulled himself up, looking for the object that made him do the stunt. A grin spread across his face as his eyes fell on it.

"Riley! What was it that you were trying to get?" he yelled back down, looking over his shoulder.

"Why?" the blonde asked, trying to stand up; only to fall back down.

"Just tell me!" he snapped, looking back at the top of what looked like a motorcycle.

"It was a motorcycle!" he finally answered. "Did you find it?"

"Yeah...I just need to move all this stuff and..." he grunted as he tossed some of the lighter junk down. "Anyone wanna give me a hand?"

He continued to move some things, only to stop when he didn't hear a reply. Mutt let out a sigh and looked back down, only to find Ben and Steve gone as Riley struggled to crawl away from whatever it was. The teenager looked around and his shoulders slumped as he saw two guard dogs sniffing their way over to where they were.

"Great." He muttered as he made his way back down, careful not to make a sound (and not to fall).

He was almost to the ground when his hand slipped on a jagged piece of junk, causing him to yelp in pain and fall to his back. Mutt looked at his hand and cursed when he saw the jagged cut across his palm. Climbing to his feet, he walked over to Riley and hauled him to his feet, supporting him on his shoulders.

"Ummm...Mutt..." the blonde began as he looked over his shoulder. "You might wanna start running now."

"Why..." he was cut off by a deep growl from behind them, causing him to turn around. "Nice dogs..."

The two stood and stared at the growl dogs, slowly backing away. Every step they took back, the dogs took a step forward.

"Riley," the teenager whispered.

"Yeah?"

"Can you run?"

"I kinda have to, don't I?"

Mutt began to turn back around with Riley, slowly walking forward. Within a few steps, the two were running away from the snarling guard dogs. Mutt was surprised at how fast Riley ran with an injured leg, only stumbling a few times.

"Hurry up!" Riley shouted as they came closer to the chained fence, Ben and Steve on the other side.

The other two continued to run, the dogs catching up no doubt. Mutt began to grin when they came closer, not entirely worried anymore. He chanced a glance behind to see the dogs gaining on them, tripping over a piece of junk as he did so.

"C'mon!" Ben yelled as they clambered to their feet, Mutt feeling the top of his head.

"My hat!" he shouted as he pushed Riley forward.

"Mutt...forget the hat!" Riley stopped and looked back at his friend. "You can get another one,"

"Go on, stupid! I'll be right there," the 17 year old waved him on as he ran back, grabbing his hat and taking back off in the other direction.

His fingers gripped the tan hat as he focused on the fence, Riley just now getting to the other side. Mutt heard the one of the dogs snap at him, which made him pick up speed. Between the snaps and growls of the two dogs chasing him and his friends yelling for him to run faster, Mutt was shocked that he could hear his pounding heart so clearly.

"Mutt...c'mon!" Riley yelled as Mutt jumped on to the fence, scrambling up it as the two dogs jumped on to it; trying to get him.

Once he was sure that he was safe, the 17 year old looked down at the dogs and laughed. He held his hat out before putting it back on his (messy, he was sure of it) hair as he continued to look at the dogs.

"Ain't so tough now, huh?" he yelled at them, hanging on to the fence with one hand.

"Mutt...if you fall down, no one's saving you." Ben warned as he watched his friend be stupid.

"Don't worry, Ben. I'm always careful...whoa!" he grabbed the fence with his other hand as he lost his footing.

"You were saying?" Ben gasped between his laughter as Mutt dropped down next to him.

"Shut up. I'm heading home to get this cut cleaned." He shook his head and made his way back home.

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Mutt examined the job he did of wrapping his hand, his feet up on the kitchen table. His mother was out doing whatever it was that she did, he didn't care. It was a decent job of bandaging the wound he had decided.

"Now to hide this from Mom..." he said as he looked it over again.

"Hide what from Mom?"

Mutt put his injured hand under the table and dropped his feet to the floor, smiling at his mother.

"Nothing...what makes you think I wanna hide something from you, Mom?" he asked, putting on an innocent expression.

"I just thought you said something about hiding something from me...that's all." His mother smiled, placing a kiss on the top of his head.

"Nope...didn't say a thing." He lied, trying to hide the nervousness. "You must be hearing things in your old age, Mom."

"You're right, Mutt." She agreed as she patted his shoulder and started putting the groceries away. "I also must be seeing things in my old age, don't you think?"

He opened his mouth, trying to think of how to answer that. It could've been a trick question, but then again it also could be just a regular question.

"What makes you say that?" he ran the comb through his hair, careful to not use his wrapped hand.

"Because I could have sworn I saw blood on your shirt and in the sink. Not to mention the bandage on your hand," she answered, looking over her shoulder at her son. "Want to tell me what happened?"

"Nothing happened, Mom. I was just goofing off with the guys..." he answered, now looking at his hand.

"Henry." His eyes shifted up to her and he tried not to squirm under her gaze.

"Marion." He replied, smirking slightly.

"Fine. You don't want to tell me, then you can just go to your room and stay there for the rest of the week."

"But Mom!" Mutt jumped to his feet and looked at her. "That's not fair!"

"Then tell me what happened," she turned to face him, making him feel like a small child; even though he was taller than she was.

"We went to the junk yard and I cut my hand on a piece of metal..." the sentence died as he got ready to be lectured, but surprisingly his mother didn't say a word.

He looked up from the floor to see her expression, and he wished she would have just yelled at him. Mutt let out a small sigh as he looked at her disappointed face, shuffling his feet as the silence dragged on.

"Mom...say something," he pleaded, wanting the silence to be over.

"I'll let you know when supper's ready, Henry." Was all she said as she turned her back on him, preparing to make dinner.

Mutt sighed and turned away, heading for his room. He hated whenever his mother didn't say anything after one of his stunts and gave that look, the look that told him how disappointed she was with him. The 17 year old stopped at the doorway to the kitchen and put his good hand against the door frame as he looked over his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I know you don't want me going there..." his voice was small.

"You're damn right I don't!" she yelled, turning to look at him. "You could get arrested for that. It's called trespassing, Henry. How do you think your father would feel if his son was arrested for something he knew not to do?"

He hated when she said that, almost as much as he hated her silence and look. He just looked back to floor as he thought it over.

"I don't know," was all he could think of. "Nothing I guess."

"Nothing?" he was now looking back at her.

"Yeah, nothing. You know why, Mom? Because Dad's dead, that's why." He crossed the line, but he didn't care now. "So stop asking me what he would do if this and that happened to me because he can't do shit because he's dead!"

The silence rang as he looked at her, waiting for her reply. When none came, Mutt stomped to his room and slammed his door as hard as he could. He sat on his bed and did little things to pass the time. It wasn't until his stomach growled that he realized that it was dark outside and his mother never told him dinner was ready. Sighing, the teenager left his room and made his way to the kitchen.

"Hey Marion...what's the deal with din..." he stopped mid-sentence when he saw everything cleaned up and his mother reading the paper from that morning. "Mom?"

"Your supper's in the fridge." Her voice was cold and unnerving. "Have a good night,"

Mutt watched her leave the kitchen with the paper, not moving until he heard her door close. He went to where his dinner was waiting for him, only to find nothing in the fridge.

"Son of a bitch," he whispered as he closed the fridge door and walked back to his room.

Once he closed his door and sat at the desk he had, his eyes went to the photo of his mother (smiling, which was something she rarely did now) and his father. Sighing, Mutt pulled out one of the books Ox had given him for Christmas a few years back and began reading it. Hopefully things would be better in the morning.

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