Disclaimer: I do Not own Raiders of the Lost Ark or any of the Indiana Jones adventures. Nor the characters (except my own) or any other copyrighted material.

Written for entertainment purposes ONLY.

A/N: This is not the first fanfiction I've written, however this one is the first I've posted. This story will of course contain as much as the original characters as possible, as well as my own. Including: Syrena Lamont. If you saw my fanfiction trailer for this on YouTube you would have noticed that I had the French actress, Astrid Bergès-Frisbey playing her (In my 11th grade creative writing class, I started writing this fanfiction. For the project portion, I made a trailer to share with the class. In that trailer she actually had lines and spoke using her French accent. Which is why she will be French in this story).

~1936 Bedford Connecticut~

It was 11:30 am at Marshall Community College and five minutes of class still remained.

Syrena Lamont, a junior at the college, was listening to her professor. The name of this professor was, Henry Jones Jr. who was also named for his father. Professor Jones, in Syrena's eyes, was the smartest, bravest, and most handsome man she had ever met.

Yes, Syrena was in the class listening to Professor Jones teaching archaeology, but because of his looks, she was merely watching him and daydreaming, more than listening.

"Neo, meaning new and lithic…"I", "T","H", "I", "C", meaning stone. Now let's get back to this site." Said by, Professor Jones; eagerly teaching his young scholars.

Professor Jones being 37 years old, and Syrena being just 21, made it impossible for him to even think of her that way. Or any of his other students for that matter. Not to mention it would be considered unprofessional. Syrena knew it would probably never happen between her and her college Professor, but she had to get her message across to him somehow about her feelings towards him.

"In this case, local tradition held a gold coffin buried in the site." He said, while pointing to the chalk board. "However, chamber three was undisturbed, and the undisturbed chamber of the grave goods was found in another…"

Syrena started to blink both her eyes very slowly, because each eyelid had one word written on them. One read: "Love", and the other: "You". Syrena; a French native who moved to America during her sophomore year of high school, was going to write, "Je t'aime", which translates to 'I love you' in English', to show-off her French tongue. But then decided not to, thinking it would be too much.

Just as Professor Jones took note of what she had written on her eyelids, she slowly started to blink them once more, so he could read them again. His cheeks started to redden.

"…in an area… in reason…to uh date…this find as we have…um…" Suddenly, the class bell rang and all the students started to get up out of their seats.

"Any questions then?" Professor Jones added, hoping that his students would still be listening to him lecture. He then glanced at the clock. "Make sure you study what was taught today. There'll be a quiz on ancient burial tombs next class. Oh and, Miss Lamont, come see me please."

Syrena smiled and started to walk over to his desk. And in her thick French accent, she replied, "Yes, Professor Jones?"

"Syrena, you are one of my best students and lately you have been falling behind. I'm afraid that if you do continue this, you will fail the quarter."

"Oh, I'm so sorry Professor. It's just…well…"

"It's alright Miss Lamont. I signed you up to have a tutor. But unfortunately the senior that said would do it, transferred to a four-year-school." Professor Jones walked over and, picked up the apple left on his desk by one of the students. Syrena studied him as he took a bite. Professor Jones continued, "So I'm afraid you'll be stuck with me,"

Syrena looked up at him with wide eyes. "is this my chance to show him how much he means to me?" Professor Jones' voice then snapped her thoughts back into reality. "to tutor you. And I expect that you will show up. It will be mandatory."

As a response, Syrena blinked without even saying a word. In her mind this was just too good to be true.

"Is that alright with you?"

"Oh!" she said, snapping back into reality, "Of course! Uh, when and where should we start?"

"Well I was thinking, we could start tomorrow at my house; 3 o'clock."

"Sounds great to me." she answered, real chirpy-like.

"Good." He answered, satisfied that Syrena was fine with the tutoring sessions. "Uh…we're done here, Miss Lamont." He added, as Syrena was now just awkwardly standing there.

"Right. Bye, Professor!" Syrena called.

"Bye, bye." he called back.

As Syrena walked down the hallway, excited about her tutoring sessions with Professor Jones, she realized that he forgot to tell her where he lived.

As she popped her head back into the classroom, Professor Jones was sanding over his desk, studying a gigantic pile of papers. He looked up at her, from the corner of his glasses and said, "Yes Miss Lamont?"

"Uh, you forgot to tell me where you live." Without saying a word, he got up off his chair, and went over to the front table of the classroom, and grabbed a scrap piece of paper. With pen-in-hand, he started to scribble something down. He quickly, handed her the paper. She glanced at it and he answered by saying, "That's my number at the bottom. You can call me if you have any questions or concerns. My address is also on the paper."

"Thank you, Professor. And I am truly sorry about flunking. I will try to do better."

"I guess we will find out then won't we?"

"Oh most definitely." Syrena added.

As she started to walk out and into the hallway to her next class, she passed an older gentleman named, Marcus Brody; the school's headmaster. As he entered the classroom, Jones said to him, "I had it Marcus," Marcus looked back with sympathetic eyes. "I had it in my hand."

Marcus chuckled. "What happened? Belloq?"

"Yes," Sighed Jones.

"Well come on. I have people who want to meet you."

"Well what do I want to see them for?" Jones complained. "What am I in trouble?"

As Marcus and Jones made their way to the auditorium, Jones was greeted by two other men. Government Agents. One by the name of, Dr. Hawthorne and the other by the name of, Dr. Hensel. As they gathered around a conference table by the chalkboard, Dr. Hawthorne, stated, "So my understanding is you studied under Professor Ravenwood at the University of Chicago."

Professor Jones replied, "Yes I did." Dr. Hawthorne questioned further. "And you have no idea of his present where about's?"

"Uh…just rumors really. Somewhere in Asia I think. I haven't really spoken to him in ten years. We were good friends but uh… had a bit of a falling out I'm afraid."

Dr. Hensel cut in. "Dr. Jones now you must understand that this is all strictly confidential."

Dr. Hawthorne also spoke. "You see over the last two years the Nazis have had teams of archaeologists running around the world, looking for all kinds of religious artifacts. And, right now apparently there's some kind of German archaeological dig going on in the desert outside of Cairo." Dr. Hawthorne then looked up Jones, and continued, "We have some information that maybe you could help us out with…"

Jones looked down at Hawthorne deep in thought. He continued to listen to their proposition. But would he take their offer?

~Later that Night at the Lamont Household~

"Mom, you won't believe what one of my professors said to me today!" Syrena said, while poking at her roasted potatoes.

"Syrena honey, I love you to pieces my dear, but if it's about that Professor Jones again, I swear I might-"

Syrena's 10 year old brother, François, interrupted. "I think Syrena is in looove." he said, exaggerating the word 'love'. "But if you ask me, I think it's absolutely disgusting. Ech!"

"I agree," said Mrs. Lamont. "I mean he's a grown man for Christ's sake. He's probably about in his mid 30s' at least."

"Well, I think it's perfectly normal." Said Mr. Lamont. "Why about 16 years ago, 20 year old young women were marrying 40 year old men. It was perfectly normal at that time. In fact, that's the exact age my younger sister was back in 1920, when she married your uncle. So don't let your Mom and brother pick on you."

"Thanks Papa." Syrena smiled, as she poked a piece of roasted potato onto her fork, and plucked it into her mouth.

"Well?" Mrs. Lamont questioned her daughter while, tapping her foot. "What did Professor Jones say this time?"

Syrena nervously half-smiled. "He said that if I continue the way I am currently in his class, I may fail the quarter."

Mrs. Lamont gasped, while François stared at his sister with his fork in his hand just inches from his mouth.

"Syrena," Mr. Lamont said sternly. "That is not anything to be proud of. I hope you know that."

Syrena sighed deeply, "I know…"

Mrs. Lamont now confused by her daughter potentially failing asked, "What happened?! You were doing so well in school. Particularly that class! It's that darn professor of yours isn't it?!"

"Please let me finish. It gets better."

"I certainly hope so." Said by, Mrs. Lamont.

"He says he is going to tutor me. Starting tomorrow at three, at his house. I can hardly wait."

"Why can you hardly wait?" Mrs. Lamont asked, now annoyed. "I never said you could go."

"But mother, he said it was mandatory!"

"He said, you said…Either way I do not care. You're still not going."

Syrena started to feel a sudden jolt of anger wash over her. "But Mom! You won't let me go even if it's going to help me?"

"Even if it's going to help you. We can get you another tutor outside of school if that is what we need."

"But Mom-"

"Don't worry Syrena, you'll thank me later."

"For what? Ruining my life! Professor Jones is the most gorgeous man to walk the planet. My love for him bursts out my heart and you're going to let him just slip away from my fingers?"

Completely opposite from her daughter, Mrs. Lamont chuckled, as if Syrena's hysteria were the most were the most amusing thing ever. "Syrena, you don't even have a chance with this man. He's a 37 year old school teacher, and you're his 21 year old student. Besides, you definitely won't win him over with that child-like attitude."

"Mother..." Syrena stated; almost in tears.

"We are done here. I just want to eat my dinner and enjoy time with my family. We are done talking about this topic."

And with that, Syrena, got up off her chair, and stormed away from the table, straight to her room. She threw herself onto the bed, and started to cry. She knew that deep down her mother was right, about her not having a chance with Mr. Jones. But she also knew that she couldn't just let him slip away from her forever. She had to show him how much she cared. And to do that, she would go to the tutoring sessions. Even if meant defying her mother.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter to go along with my first fanfiction :)