Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I'm glad you are enjoying the story so far. I think you'll really like this chapter because A. it's in Marion's POV and B. there is Mutt/Indy interaction!! yay!
Indiana Jones is sitting in my kitchen drinking coffee.
We're sitting at opposite sides of the table not talking. I don't know what to say to him. I'm still recovering from the initial shock of seeing him on my front steps. All I can do is look at him leaning back casually in his chair like he belongs in this kitchen and think that he should belong here.
He doesn't belong here and that's what kills me. This should be his apartment too, his kitchen, his coffee cup, his home. I know that it's mostly my fault none of these things are true, but that doesn't make it any easier to accept.
Sick of the silence, I ask him the inevitable question.
"Why are you really here Jones?"
He leans forward in his chair and sets his cup down before answering.
"I told you Ravenwood," he begins before pausing and looking me directly in the eye, "I'm here to see you."
He sounds like he's telling the truth, and I don't see any hint in his eyes that he's up to something. I still don't believe him. This is Indiana Jones after all. He didn't go all the way to Nepal a few years ago 'just to see me.' And London may not be as far, but I'm willing to bet that he's here for something else.
I cross my arms over my chest and give him a skeptical look.
"Are you sure that's all you came here for Jones? You didn't just stop by because you were in London on your way to some dig site in the middle of the desert? Shouldn't you be off fighting Nazis and chasing after some long-lost artifact?"
I see hurt briefly flicker in his eyes, and I realize that that came out harsher than I intended.
He sits back in his chair with his arms crossed defensively. He's glaring at me with those intense eyes of his and I feel terrible. What's even worse is that, as bad as I feel for saying those things to him, I meant every word.
He opens his mouth and is about to say something in retaliation when my son comes running into the kitchen with that damn hat still on his head.
His timing is either really poor or really excellent, I won't know until later.
He stops next to my chair and gingerly lays one of his toy motorcycles on the table; well, what used to be a toy motorcycle. The simple model, which was a gift from Colin, is now in pieces.
Henry looks up at me with tears in his eyes and a quivering lip.
"Can you fix it mommy?" he asks in a tiny voice.
I look from him, to the toy, to Jones, and then back to him. I don't know the slightest thing about motorcycles, model or otherwise.
"I'm sorry honey," I say, placing my hand on his shoulder, "but mommy doesn't know how to fix this."
I can see his eyes well up with tears, and I'm pretty sure he's about five seconds away from a breakdown when Jones saves the day.
"I can fix it," he says.
Henry looks over to him, his eyes shining hopefully through his tears, and says happily: "Really?"
"Sure thing kid. Just bring the pieces over here and Uncle Indy will have it good as new in no time."
I watch in silence as Henry carefully picks up the pieces and brings them over to 'Uncle' Indy (where did that come from?), who lays them out on the table. After looking at them carefully for a few moments, he starts putting the toy back together. Henry watches in awe from the chair next to Indy. I'm pretty amazed too, but I shouldn't be. It's not surprising that Indy can put together a simple model motorcycle; I've seen him do many other more complicated things.
I smile when I see Henry lean closer to Indy and ask him a question. My smile widens when Indy starts explaining to him why certain pieces go in certain places and how a real motorcycle works.
A few minutes later the toy is fixed and Henry's first lesson in mechanics is over. He hops down off his chair grinning happily as Indy places the motorcycle in his hands. He looks up at him with nothing but admiration in his eyes and says, "Thanks Uncle Indy!"
Indy smiles back, takes his hat off Henry's head, ruffles his hair gently, and says "No problem kid."
Henry grins at him again before scampering off to play.
It's after this exchange is over that I realize I have to tell Jones the truth…
Dun dun dun...alright so idk when the next chap will be up because i have to finish a massive english project and study for finals, but i will try my best. i also can't promise that the next chapter will be longer. what i can promise is that it will be a good chapter because i am going to ask You (yes, you the reviewers) to help me with it. Should I have Marion tell Indy about Mutt in the next chapter? Who's POV should it be in? Or should I have Indy tell Marion about what he's been doing for the last four years? And in who's POV? OR should I do something else that you suggest?
Please review and let me know what you think should occur in the next chapter!