A/N-So another quick update, hope you guys are enjoying this story so far. This chapter is longer than the last since everyone has been awesome and telling me they want more. So here it is. Another thanks to the people who have been giving me feedback...it's gratefully welcomed.

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

Chapter 4

Mutt waited for his mother to leave before grabbing the medallion and putting it into his jacket's pocket, placing his hat on his head as he left the house. He kept his hand on the medallion as he walked down the street, hoping it would be quick. It was wrong and he knew it, but he wanted a taste of that fortune and glory even more than fixing his relationship with his mother.

"I thought you couldn't leave your house," Steve appeared next to Mutt, his usual smile on his face.

"I'm going to the museum and then back home," he replied, his grip tightening in his pocket.

"Why are you going there?"

"I can't tell you, Steve."

"Who would I tell?" Mutt looked over at his friend, raising an eyebrow. "Okay, forget that statement...I just wanna know, Mutt."

"Fine, but you can't tell anyone Steve. I mean it!" the teenager stopped as he turned to face his friend, knowing he would regret it later. "I'm giving this to the museum,"

He pulled out the medallion and held it between them, looking from the gold to his friend and back. Mutt let out a small chuckle at Steve's expression, proof that the item in his hands was extraordinary.

"I bet you could get rich with that thing," Steve looked up as Mutt put it back into his pocket.

"Maybe, but I'm pretty sure it belongs in a museum." Mutt replied as they continued to walk towards his destination.

"Where'd you find it?"

"It doesn't matter," that was the end of that conversation.

They continued to walk to the museum as Mutt told him about his reasons for taking the medallion there. It wasn't until Mutt realized how hungry he was that he remembered how far of a walk the museum was from his house.

"Can we take the short cut?" Steve asked as he combed his hair back. "It'll save us a lot of time, Mutt."

"Where is it?" he questioned, having a feeling of where it was.

"The junkyard," Steve turned the corner, Mutt following, and began to go to the junkyard.

"Steve, I think we should just walk the whole way."

"What's the matter, Henry? Are you afraid of those dogs?" now he was provoking Mutt.

"No, I don't want to get caught and arrested." He replied as they stopped in front of it.

"We could check out that motorcycle," now it was tempting.

"We'll cut through, but no stopping. That motorcycle is probably a piece of junk like everything else in that place." He gave in as they hopped the fence. "Now be quite,"

The two silently made their way to the back of the junkyard, Mutt trying to hurry out of the area. Mutt tried his best to ignore Steve's snickers and picked up his pace.

"Ah c'mon, Mutt! Nothing's gonna happen," Steve called as he stopped and walked towards one of the piles, picking a piece of metal. "See?"

The 17 year old took a step forward as Steve threw the piece of metal across the yard, laughing at the loud clang it made. Mutt marched over to his friend and glared at him, making sure no dogs were around.

"I told you to be quite, Steve." He snapped as he stopped right in front of him. "And throwing crap around isn't exactly being quite,"

"Nothing's gonna happen, believe me. Want me to prove it again?"

"No Steve, that's not nes..." Mutt began as panic took over.

"Hey!" Steve yelled, cupping his hands by his mouth. "Is anyone here?"

The teenager sighed and shook his head.

"See? Doesn't matter because..." the sentence died off as a large clang rang out with a few barks, cutting him off.

Mutt turned around before looking right back at his friend with a look of annoyance.

"I'll deal with you later." He growled as he pointed a finger at him. "Now let's get outta here,"

The two took off running as the barks and growls grew louder, shouts mingled in with the dogs. Remembering the last time he ran from the dogs, Mutt grabbed his hat and held on to it. As they got closer to the fence, the more the 17 year old began to worry about the medallion and his mother finding out about what he was doing. He put a hand in the pocket to assure himself it was still there, only to find nothing inside. Panic quickly took over as he stopped running and checked all his pockets.

"Shit!" he grunted as he looked at the ground around him.

"Mutt...c'mon, we've gotta leave now!" Steve urged as he pulled at his arm.

"I lost the medallion, Steve. I've gotta find that thing and fast," he explained, pulling his arm away from his friend. "You go ahead and get out of here, I need to find it."

Before anything else was said, Mutt ran off to search for the medallion. He didn't run very fast in fear of passing it or kicking it away from him, aware of the fact that he could very well get caught. The sounds of running feet (and paws) were coming right towards him and he began panicking again. Running behind a pile of junk, Mutt waited until they passed to continue his search.

"If I lose that thing, I'm done for." he whispered as he retraced his steps, looking for anything gold. "This is hopeless. I'm gonna kill Steve for this...'let's take the short cut through the junkyard. Nothing's gonna happened'...I swear..."

Just as a glint of red caught his eye, Mutt ran over to the gleaming object. A grin came to his face as he kneeled down and picked up the medallion, a sigh of relief leaving him. Slowly standing up, two deep growls made him freeze as his breathing became rapid. The teenager turned around and saw the guard dogs in front of him, the owner (his nametag read 'Frank') standing in the middle of the dogs. Mutt carefully put the hat back on his head and moved the hand holding the medallion towards his pocket, a nervous smile replacing the grin.

"What do we have hear?" Frank asked, a sickening smile of his grimy face. "Looks like another punk ass kid breaking into our place."

Mutt looked around where he was standing, looking for someone else. When he saw no one, the 17 year old realized he was talking to the dogs. At that he began laughing.

"Are you talking to the dogs?" he laughed, his hands clutching his sides as he doubled over.

The dogs barked and he stopped laughing, standing up straight.

"I could call the cops on you," the owner drawled as he walked over to him, eyeing him up and down.

The teenager moved his up in the air when the dogs snapped at him, his heart pounding against his ribcage. His grip tightened on the object as Frank's beady eyes traveled to that hand. Mutt's eyes snapped to his face as a huge grin (showing his yellow teeth) came over his face, causing Mutt to bring the medallion to his chest protectively.

"But I might just let you go if you give me that nice piece of gold you've got in your hand,"

"Like hell I will, you greedy bastard." Mutt answered.

"Then I guess I'll be calling them nice folks in uniform," his breath reeked and caused his hostage (as Mutt saw it) to gag at the smell. "I'm sure it'd be a real shame for your mother to get you from the station. Now...I'll be taking that."

Mutt's eyes looked at the man's out stretched hand, a sense of disgust rising in him. With a sigh, he handed over his mother's medallion as he hung his head in defeat. It was then he noticed the dogs had left, and he couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the situation.

"What's so funny?"

The 17 year old raised his head up and smirked. In a way, he felt sorry for what he was about to do to the man in front; but it so left. Forming a fist, he brought his foot down (hard) on to the junkyard owner's foot before throwing a punch to the man's jaw. As Frank recovered from the attack, Mutt grabbed the medallion out of his dirty hands and started running. He took a few steps forward before skidding to a stop as the two dogs ran at him, sending Mutt running back the other way.

He hit something solid and fell back, the medallion landing next to him. The teenager made to grab it, but a boot came down on his reaching hand. Holding in a cry of pain, he gazed up to find Frank sneering down at him.

"Are you going to give it to me, or would you rather be arrested?"

Mutt reluctantly nodded his head and got to his feet once the man's foot was removed from his hand. He looked at the owner and clenched his jaw to keep from doing anything stupid.

"If I catch you in here again," he shoved a finger into his chest, causing him to take a step back from the force. "I will not hesitate to call the cops. Okay?"

"Go to hell," he growled, his eyes not leaving the hand held the medallion.

"Get out of my sight before I change my mind,"

Mutt just waved him off as he turned to leave, ignoring the growled of the dogs. He made his way to where Steve was waiting for him, a feeling of dejection washing over him. As he climbed the fence, he noticed his friend's expression and just shook his head.

"C'mon Steve, let's head back home." He sighed as he began walking back towards his house, his hands shoved into his pockets.

"What? Why?" Steve asked, catching up to his friend. "What happened to the medallion?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Mutt..."

He didn't answer as he continued to walk down the sidewalk.

"Henry!"

"What?"

"Tell me why we're not going to the museum." Steve pushed Mutt back, both of them standing still.

"Fine...here's why we aren't going there," Mutt began, walking up to him. "Because when I dropped the medallion, the guy who owns that place took it from me!"

"Why did you let him do that?" Steve questioned, one eyebrow raised.

"If I hadn't, he was gonna have me arrested! This is your fault, Steve!" he yelled as he shoved his friend back. "If you hadn't suggested taking that damn short cut, then this wouldn't have happened!"

"So what? You're not gonna have your name in the paper...get over it!" Steve pushed him back.

"It's not that, Steve!" Mutt shoved him harder, letting out all his anger. "That medallion belonged to my mom! And now, I don't have it!"

"Your point?" Steve rubbed his shoulder where the teenager had pushed him.

Mutt looked at his friend with a blank expression. Within a few seconds, he was shaking his head and laughing as he walked up to him.

"You just don't get it, do you Steve? Let me explain this to you so you can understand,"

"I'm not stupid, Mutt."

"Really? Well you could have fooled me!" he yelled.

"Just tell me what the problem is!" Steve yelled back, getting fed up with his friend's behavior.

"If my mom goes into her closet and looks through the box I found the medallion in, she'll find it's not there. And just to make sure you get my point...SHE DOESN'T KNOW I TOOK THE DAMN THING!" Mutt gave Steve a good hard push, watching him fall to the ground.

"Jesus, Henry." Steve grumbled as he got back to his feet. "I'm sorry you're a thief and all, but don't blame me for losing it!"

Mutt flew on to the pavement as Steve shoved him back, his head hitting the sidewalk as he landed. The 17 year old propped himself up on his elbows and looked up at Steve, his anger finally coming out. He jumped to his feet and tackled his friend to the ground, sending blow after blow to Steve's face. With every punch he threw, all of his anger from the past few years came out. The two went on fighting for a few good minutes before someone picked them up off the ground and held them away from each other, Mutt still struggling to get to Steve.

"What's the cause of all this?"

The teenager looked up to see a police officer holding them apart and he stopped struggling, shrugging out of the officer's grip. He picked up his hat from the ground and put it back on his head, glaring at Steve.

"Nothing, sir." Mutt muttered as he looked back to him. "It was a misunderstanding,"

"He's right, sir." Steve agreed as he got out of the officer's grip as well. "We didn't mean any harm. In fact, we were just heading home now."

The two walked off, Mutt wiping the blood from his mouth as Steve held his bleeding nose. The walk was silent until they reached their street, Mutt laughing again. Steve stopped and looked at him, afraid of another fight.

"I'm sorry, Steve." He managed between his fit of laughter. "You know me...I lost my temper."

"It's alright...I did the same." He took one look at Mutt and began laughing as well. "I guess we both kinda did damage to each other."

"No kidding," they were both laughing now.

Once the laughter died out, they began walking again in silence.

"What are you gonna do about the medallion?" Steve finally asked.

"In a few days, I'm going back in there and taking it. I don't care if I get arrested, as long as I have it back..." he stopped as he approached his house. "I'll see you later, Steve."

As soon as Mutt entered the house, his mother ran to the door and stared at him. He took off his hat, revealing the black eye and knot of his forehead, and all he did was smile sheepishly.

"What happened to you?" worry was in her voice as she inspected him, pulling him into a hug after she was satisfied.

"Ow! Watch it Mom," he yelped, pulling away and holding his side. "And I'm fine. Me and Steve just got into a little bit of an argument that got of control fast,"

"Let's get you cleaned up,"

He was surprised she wasn't yelling at him for fighting...again. But then again, he wasn't complaining either. After he had cleaned up, he looked in the bathroom mirror at his face and sighed. Once he was done with that, he walked into the living room and found his mother reading. He figured he might as well tell her now.

"Mom..." he began, losing the nerve once she turned around.

He was trying to prove that he was a good person, and telling her that he had stolen something from her wasn't going to help him prove that. He let out a sigh and walked over to her, giving her a hug.

"I just wanted to say good night," he lied, heading back towards his room. "I'm not very hungry, so don't ask. I just wanna sleep,"

"Alright, Mutt. I'll see you in the morning,"

He gave her a small smile before entering his room and closing the door. After changing, he sat on to his and pulled his pillow into a sitting position so he could read another book. Once he was settled, he let his head fall back against the wall.

"Damn it!" he yelled, holding the place where he hit the sidewalk.

Being more careful this time, he rested his head against the wall and began reading as he tried his best to ignore the pains in his body from the fight. Mutt let out a yawn after the first few pages, but he wasn't tired. With another sigh, he realized it was going to be a long (and painful) night.

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