Once again, thanks to everyone for the great reviews!You motivated me to get this chapter done and up ASAP! I apologize if anything is worded weirdly,it was late when i wrote parts of this and then I lost some of it and had to start over so it didn't turn out as I originally intended. Anyways, enjoy it.
Five minutes had passed and he was still standing at the door
Five minutes had passed and he was still standing at the door. The kid had left it halfway open, and, since he had nothing to do but wait, he had looked inside.
It looked like any typical apartment would, which worried him. If this was Marion's place, there would be something that set it apart from all the other drab London flats. He stepped closer toward the doorway so that he could get a better look.
It was obvious that a kid occupied the apartment, toys littered the floor and there were no potentially dangerous objects in sight.
His eyes carefully scanned the room, anxiously searching for something that would undoubtedly reveal that Marion lived here. After a few sweeps of the room, he finally found what he was looking for.
On the mantle of the small fireplace, propped up in a stand, was the headpiece to the Staff of Ra. A small smile crept onto his face as he remembered everything they went through together on their last adventure. It had been a few years, but he still remembered everything that happened like it was yesterday. Mostly he just remembered the moments when he was with her.
After discovering something that satisfactorily proved this was Marion's apartment, he went back to waiting awkwardly in the doorway. He couldn't go in uninvited, and he wasn't about to leave after having come so far.
He wondered how Marion would react to seeing him here. She had explicitly said in the letter she left him that he shouldn't come after her if he knew what was good for him.
He had never liked following orders.
Suddenly he heard footsteps coming down the staircase that he assumed was behind the door.
His palms began to sweat and his heart rate sped up. Would she be angry at him? Would she be happy to see him? Would she punch him in the face?
He saw her shadow appear from behind the door and he looked up slowly. She was as beautiful as ever with her dark, unruly hair pulled back in a trademark ponytail and the broad grin he loved so much displayed on her face.
He stood there just looking at her, waiting for her to say or do something. This was her territory, her place, so she got to call all the shots. When she finally spoke it was like hearing an old favorite song play on the radio; it was familiar and comforting and brought back so many memories.
"Indiana Jones," she said, her hands on her hips, and for a split second he was back in Nepal.
"Marion Ravenwood," he replied, offering her a lopsided grin.
"Actually it'll be Williams in a few months," she said, her smile shrinking slightly.
He felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. She really had moved on. He couldn't believe it.
"That's uh…that's…gee, Marion that's great! Congratulations," he managed to croak out as he forced a smile. He tried his best to hide his true feelings, but he knew she saw right through him.
"Indy…" she began, but he cut her off.
"No. You don't have to say anything Marion. I really mean it, that's great. As long as you're happy, then I'm happy for you," he said, giving her a smile that he hoped was convincing.
Either it did the trick or she decided to change subjects, because the next thing she said was:
"So Jones, what brings you to this part of London on such a fine fall day? Some sort of archaeology convention? Or do you need some piece of junk that my father collected so that you can go find another rare historical object?"
He rolled his eyes at her before answering.
"Neither actually. I just stopped by to see you sweetheart."
An emotion he couldn't describe flickered briefly in her eyes. He leaned casually onto the doorframe and continued speaking.
"You gonna let me in Ravenwood, or do I have to stand out here in the cold a bit longer?"
This time she rolled her eyes and then opened the door all the way, gesturing for him to come in.
"Forgive me Dr. Jones, I must have forgotten my manners. Make yourself at home."
He stepped slowly and tentatively into her apartment. Now that he was inside, he felt like he had crossed an invisible divide that had been separating them.
They were on the same side now.
Yeah...that was a dumb ending but we'll go with it. Let me know what you thought, and I should have the next chap in the next few days!