A/N-Sorry for the wait but my school ended (for me at least cos I didn't have to take finals) on Tuesday and I've been suffering minor writer's block. But it's all gone now cos I bought Indiana Jones on DVD (the original) on Tuesday and Wednesday saw the new Indy movie for the second time with my friend…so ideas were flowing. This is probably going to be the last update for 9 days cos I'll be at leadership school for ROTC in San Antonio (starting Saturday) and seeing Sweeney Todd (the play) tomorrow. Anyways, hope you like this chapter. 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 6

"Mom?"

When he didn't hear an answer, Mutt walked out of his room and looked in the kitchen. When he didn't see his mother there, he walked into the living room.

"Mom? Are you here?" he called out.

"In here, Mutt!" her voice sounded from the direction of her room.

As he walked in that direction, the 17 year old felt his heart beat increase with every step and panic began to seep into his veins. Taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, he entered the room and walked over to the bed. His gaze fell on to the closet where his mother was in as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"What are you doing?" he asked, combing back his hair.

"Cleaning out some of this junk," she answered as she took down the un-marked box, looking through it once she put it on the ground. "That's strange."

"What's strange?" he swallowed nervously, waiting for her to accuse him of stealing her medallion.

"My father's medallion isn't in here,"

"Are you sure you put it in that box?"

"I put it in there years ago," she sighed as she looked over to him. "No one's been in this box since then."

"Maybe you just misplaced it, Mom. I'm sure it's here somewhere," he smiled as he moved to sit on the floor with her. "What's in here anyways?"

"Just some of my father's things," she replied as she watched her son shift the papers around. "Mostly maps and notes he took."

"Do you mind if I take it so I can look through it...just to see what he was interested in," Mutt asked, glancing up from a map he was holding.

"He was interested in what Ox is interested in,"

"Those crystal skulls?"

"No...Things that belong to dead people no one cares about," she laughed. "But you can look through it."

The teenager gave his mother a smile as he picked up the box, struggling to his feet. He began to walk out of the room and to his room when his mother's voice held him back.

"Mutt," he turned to look at her. "If you see that medallion, could you tell me?"

"What's it look like?" he asked, knowing he needed to get it back from the junkyard soon.

"It's bronze, has writing on both sides, and a red crystal in the middle." She described the medallion to him, confirming that it was the same one; although he had no idea why he was hoping it was another one.

"I'll keep an eye out for it," he smiled and walked to his room.

He dropped the box on to his bed and sat next to it, putting his head in his hands as he thought about his situation. Letting out a soft sigh, the 17 year old left his room and made his way out of the house; he needed to tell Steve what was going on.

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"We need to get that medallion back tonight," were the first words that left Mutt's mouth as he walked into Steve's room.

"What?"

"She found out it's not in the box today,"

"Does she know you took it?" Steve asked, putting some things into a bag.

"No, she doesn't know..." Mutt stopped talking and watched his friend pack. "Are you going somewhere?"

"I'm leaving," was all Steve said.

"When?"

"Tonight."

Mutt stood in the middle of the room in silence. Once he let the words sink in, he walked over to the door and shut it as he faced his friend.

"What do you mean you're leaving?" he asked.

"I'm leaving this house and never coming back." Steve spoke to him like he was a child. "And no, no one else knows...I would like it to stay that way, Mutt."

"How could you just leave your family like that?"

"Simple," Steve shrugged as he sat on his bed and looked at his friend. "I don't think about what I'm leaving behind, or who."

"But I need you to help me get back the medallion!" the teenager hissed, angry with his friend for what he was planning on doing.

"Why do I need to help you?" Steve combed back his hair, glaring at Mutt. "I'm not the one who stole it. Besides, I don't have time to help you get arrested and then leave before morning."

The 17 year old just looked at him, shock on his face. He didn't think Steve was serious about leaving, but now he was starting to think differently. Shaking his head, Mutt turned and opened the door before walking out. On his way out of his friend's house, he noticed Riley sitting in the living room.

"Hey Riley," he said as he walked over.

"Mutt!" Riley smiled, happy to see Mutt after a week. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing...just I'm kind of in a little situation and your brother won't help me." He decided to not mention anything about Steve leaving. "I've gotta go. I'm gonna see it Ben will help,"

"He probably will," Riley assured, watching Mutt leave. "After all, you are his best friend."

"I'll see you later, Riley." Mutt muttered as he left the house, heading over to Ben's house.

As he walked down the street, he couldn't help but think if he did the right thing. When the thought of going back and telling Steve and Riley's mother about what he knew Steve was going to do, he stopped walking and looked back. He wanted to tell them because he knew Steve wouldn't make it on his own, but something kept him from walking back. Sighing, Mutt continued towards Ben's house and knocked on the door.

"What do you want?" was how Ben's father greeted Mutt when he opened the door.

"Is Ben here?" Mutt asked, feeling uncomfortable under Ben's father's gaze.

"Ben! It's for you!" he disappeared only to show Ben at the doorway.

"What do you need, Mutt?" Ben questioned, puzzled at his friend's reason for being at his door so late.

"I need your help," Mutt answered.

"Get Steve to help you, I have nothing to do with any of this."

"Steve isn't going to help me," he explained, hope slowly leaving him.

"Then you're outta luck, Henry." Ben began to close the door and Mutt began to panic again.

"He's leaving, Ben!" he let out a sigh when his friend opened the door again. "He won't help me because he's leaving tonight. You wouldn't have to do anything except keep an eye out for trouble. And if I get caught without the medallion, I need you to go in and get it for me."

Mutt looked at Ben as he thought it over, worry starting to seep into him as the silence dragged on. After a few moments of silence, the 17 year old cleared his throat.

"Please Ben," he whispered. "I can't get it back on my own."

"When do you want to meet?" he finally answered, a smirk on his face.

"In three hours at the end of the street," Mutt chuckled as he began to walk away. "I promise you won't get caught."

Ben just shook his head and shut the door, leaving Mutt by himself. Taking a deep breath, he made his way back to his house and thought about how he was going to pull it off.

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S.M.Hoffman