hi. okay, i've done some thinking through and i know EXACTLY how this story is going to go, although in the middle of it there's going to be some polls. but anyways, thanks for the reviews so far. if you do happen to read this chapter, i'd love a review. i'm in the writing mood. i'm watching mamma mia, haha. (: but, um, yes. this story is going to be a great adventure. all i'm going to say is that it is imspired by the mummy, and there is like a 10 chance it will end up a crossover. only 10, so more than likely not, but you never know..
"Are we there, yet?"
That question had floated through Indy's head for a heck of a long time.
He shook his head at his son, who was restlessly adjusting himself to get comfortable in his seat. Just like he had done the entire way there. Indy gave a glance at Marion, who had gotten some luck to sleep. He himself had slept earlier. To say it wasn't much, but it was a few hours worth. But now, he'd been answering the same question from the boy who never sleeps. And it had to be thousands of feet in the air, where there was no escaping it."No..no, we're not there yet."
Mutt sighed, ignoring the annoyed tone in Indy's voice. It was Indy's dumb fault he had to come, so if he was going to sit there suffering, he was taking his father down with him.
"How 'bout now? Are we there yet?"
"No, kid." Indy said through gritted teeth, sliding his hat down to cover his eyes, in hopes of getting at least a little wink of sleep. "Sit still, would ya."
"A-"
"Hey, here's an idea." Indy said, sitting up straight. He took off his hat, and placed it on the boy's head, tilting it so he couldn't see his eyes anymore. " Why don't you take a little nap, or sumthin'."
Mutt huffed, removing the hat from his head and shoved it back in Indy's arms. "I don't want your stupid hat."
Indy took it, putting it back on. "This hat is not stupid. " Indy huffed. "It's a trademark."
"Oh, a trademark of what?" Mutt asked sarcasticly, "Someone who makes innocent..children..not get time to themselves and make them ride along on some dumb billion hour plane ride to some stinky farm..in the middle of who knows where, just so that he and his wife, can get...busy?" he asked, emphasizing on the word 'children' and 'busy', trying to make it sound badder than it was. Although it was really the truth. "That sounds a little selfish, doesn't it'?"
Indy wasn't sure how the kid could do it. This was probably why he was a brat.
Indy sighed, trying to act calmly. This boy was driving him crazy! Now he knew that this kid here was for sure Marion Ravenwood's. He had the same amount of stubborness in him, just like his mother. Indy rested his neck on the backrest of his seat, and moved his hat down on his eyes again. "Listen kid, once we land, you'll be able to do something fun. "
"And exactly when is that?"
"If I'm correct, we have about 45 minutes or so left. Now please...try to get some sleep." He did not want a cranky son later on. Mutt hated it when he did this. He hated how he treated him like some child, who still needed to take naps in the middle of the day, or else he couldn't cooperate. Heck, Mutt could never cooperate! What would taking a nap make any different? Seriously, this man had no idea how to raise a child. Maybe it was a good thing that he left them after all..
Leaning his head back, Mutt began to count down minutes..
60..59..58...57..
Mutt was happy to find their arrival went by surprisingly quick. Thank god too! If he had to sit on that damn seat for one more minute he was going to chop off his head. He wasn't comfortable at all during the whole flight, and now he almost regretted not trying to sleep. Sleep always passes things by, but right now he could care less. He was busy hauling his luggage behind him, trying to keep up with his dad, who was too eager for his own good.
He hadn't seen his friend in so long, and he couldn't wait to see what became of him.
A limo finally pulled as just as Indy began telling them more about his friend, much to both Mutt and Marion's pleasing. The driver opened the door and stepped out, holding a sign that read 'The Jones.'
Marion pointed over to the direction of the man, "Oh my, God. Indy, I think that's our ride."
Indy nodded, and Mutt just looked. What in the world was a driver, driving a limo, waiting for them for? Indy thought Gerald would have picked them up himself. Then again, there was still much to know about him. It had definately been years..and truth be told, Gerald the once nobody guy, became a millionaire.
Walking over some what awe-struck, Indy and his family arrived at the man. "Um, excuse me.."
The driver, with an Indian accent, smiled at them. 'You sir, must be Dr. Jones, I presume."
Indy simply nodded, and already the suitcase was being yanked out of his hands. "Please, let me take those." The driver said, as he took Marion's, then Mutt's.
"Thank you." Marion said, under her breath. The man simply nodded, and put the bags in the car. He then opened the door, as they piled into the car.
Mutt smiled softly, leaning back comfortably on the leather seats. A limo, driver, and not having to carry his own bags? Maybe he could like this vacation.
There ya have it folks! Please review and tell me what you think. Oh and btw, the story wont unfold itself until around chapter 5 or so.
Happy reading! (: