A/N-So another quick update, hope you guys are enjoying this story so far. I would have had this up last night, but I saw The Strangers and was scared to death…and it takes a lot for a movie to scare me, it got to the point where me and my friend were considering seeing Indy again. But we braved it out and ended up loving the movie. This chapter isn't as long, but oh well. Enjoy!

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

Chapter 5

Mutt stood in front of the junkyard, leaning against the fence as Ben and Steve stood behind him. There was a blank expression on his face as he searched the area, a way of getting the medallion back forming in his head. He had been standing there for a few minutes, and he had no intention of moving any time soon. Even when Ben walked up next to him, Mutt still didn't movie.

"What do you plan to do, Mutt?" he asked as he looked at his friend's bruised face.

"I'll think of something, Ben." He muttered, finally looking away.

"And if you don't...what then?" Steve pointed out as he combed back his hair.

"Give me a few days and I will have something." Mutt looked at his friends' doubtful expression and smirked. "Don't worry! If I can get out of detention, I can get that medallion back."

"But this isn't the same as getting outta trouble at school, Henry..." Ben began.

The 17 year old shook his head and looked at the junkyard again before leaving, not really sure where he was going. After a few steps, he looked back and saw his two friends still standing by the fence.

"Are you coming or not?" Mutt asked as he put his hands into his pockets.

"Where exactly are we going?" Steve wondered as they began walking again.

"We're just walking until something comes up," the teenager answered as he kicked at a rock.

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"I'll be back in a few hours,"

Mutt looked up from the book he was reading to see his mother towards the door.

"Where are you going?" he asked, sitting up.

"Ox needs my help," she replied, holding some folders and a book.

"Why does he need you so much lately?"

"He says he's found something important, so...that's where I come in."

"Is he going anywhere exciting soon?" a huge grin came to his features at the promise of adventure, and his mother smiled at the look in his eyes.

"Not likely, Mutt." She laughed and opened the door.

"Does it have anything to do with those skulls?" the questions kept coming.

"I don't know," she began to leave the house. "I'll see you when I get home."

The 17 year old went back to reading his book, having nothing better to do. His walk with Ben and Steve only lasted for an hour before Mutt left them and went back home. He had planned on doing something with his mother since it was her day off but now he was stuck in the house, 'resting' as his mother put it; she didn't like the idea of him getting into more trouble in the state he was in, seeing as how Mutt kept complaining about how much his side was hurting from his fight. Mutt dog eared the page he was on before flipping through the whole thing, looking at the different diagrams and drawings. He stopped looking through it to read a few of the captions, finding the whole things interesting.

Mutt closed the book after a few minutes before sitting up, continuing to think of a way to get the medallion back. The sooner he got back the gold piece, the sooner he could stop feeling nervous every time his mother went into her room. He found himself starting to tell her about what had happened at times, but every time he lost the nerve and made something up or just dismissed it. Getting tired of just sitting on the couch, the 17 year old took and pencil and piece of paper before writing 'Went to museum to entertain myself. Be back before dark. Mutt.'. After reading over the not a few times, he grabbed some money and made his way towards the museum.

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He let out a whistle as he looked up at the building, walking inside and marveling at the inside. Mutt looked down at his jeans and leather jacket and felt strangely out of place in the museum, but he held his hat in his hand and began to walk around. With everything he saw, the more he was beginning to see why Ox loved history so much. Every artifact he saw amazed him, and he began to imagine his name under the case for the medallion...if that happened.

Mutt couldn't wipe the huge smile that was on his face as he walked from display case to display case, feeling like Christmas had come early. He didn't mind that there was nothing really 'entertaining' to do there, but he had no plans on telling his friends he had been to the museum just to go. As he read about this artifact and that, the teenager couldn't help but think about the excitement and adventure that went along with finding whatever it was he had been looking at for the moment.

After looking through the building at least twice, Mutt decided to head home for the day (or night, he had lost track of time) and tell his mother about all that he saw. The whole walk home, he pictured himself going off somewhere exciting (probably the next time Ox left) and finding something priceless like the artifacts he saw.

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"Could you imagine the kinda of adventures these guys had looking for those things?" Mutt asked his mother over dinner, looking at her with wide eyes. "I mean, it must have been great!"

"And dangerous...looking for things like that can be just as dangerous, Mutt." She added, not looking at her son. "That's why I don't let you go with Ox when he goes looking for something,"

"What?"

"It's too dangerous for someone your age. Now finish eating,"

He sighed and began to eat again, a million thoughts running through his head. After a few minutes, he put down his fork and looked back up at his mother.

"Are you always gonna tell me I can't do something because it's dangerous?" he asked.

"Yes, but I know it won't stop you when you're older." She answered as she looked up at him. "Mutt, I know you want to do something exciting but right now you're just too young."

"I'm seventeen, Mom. I'll be eighteen in a matter of months...it's not like I can't take care of myself." He pointed out, keeping his voice down to avoid an argument. "If Ox doesn't leave to look for whatever it is he thinks he found until next year, can I go then?"

"We'll see," was all she said as she grabbed their plates and went to wash them. "Why are you so interested all of the sudden?"

"I don't know...it's interesting, that's all." He answered as he leaned back in his chair.

"You have to finish school if you want to make this your career."

"It's gonna be a hobby, Mom. I'll start my own business fixing up motorcycles and go with Ox whenever he finds something," Mutt explained, proud of that idea. "He'll need help and one day you won't be able to give him that help, and that's where I come in. And who knows, I might get that fortune and glory helping him."

"Ox isn't going to be around forever, Henry." His mother pointed out as she turned to look at him. "One day he isn't going to be there to provide the excitement you're looking for. What happens if you don't find that fortune and glory? You can't make a living off fixing other people's motorcycles,"

"I can if I become the best. Look at Ben's uncle...he's the best at fixing up motorcycles, and he makes a decent living." Mutt sat up straighter, hoping to get his point across. "I learned from him and I'll be the best with some practice,"

"Mutt I just want you to have a career that you can count on," she sighed. "You have no backup plan in case your idea fails..."

"You could at least have a little faith in me, Mom! And even if you don't, could you just pretend you do? I'm not asking you to like what I have planned, I just want you to support me and tell me that you trust me to make it work." He exclaimed, hurt by his mother's lack of faith in him. "Would you rather me join the military? Is that it?"

"Henry..." she began, but he cut her off.

"I'm not going to because of what happened, Mom. If Dad was here then I might have thought about joining," he explained as he got to his feet. "But Dad died because he joined the military! If he had just died from something else besides that, it would be different."

"Henry I'm not telling you to go join, I just want you to have something else in mind in case things don't go the way you plan."

Mutt shook his head and left for his room, knowing that if he said anything else it would lead to an argument. He sat on his bed and waited for her to walk into his room to continue their conversation, but she must have understood why he walked away because she didn't follow him. The 17 year old laid down and closed his eyes as he let out a small sigh, falling into a light sleep within minutes.

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S.M.Hoffman