Hello my readers and fellow fanfic writers! I'm excited to present the second adventure in my Indiana Jones/Disney's Atlantis crossover trilogy. When I started writing Lost Empire two years ago, there was a lot of story ideas that I almost put in that fanfic but decided they wouldn't fit as I wanted to stay more with the film's script, although I did add a few of those ideas into the storyline. The story ideas that were omitted soon evolved into another story which you'll find here. I'm hoping you will like this one as well.

This fanfic borrows elements from the Indiana Jones universe and the first segment of the Atlantis sequel but with more of a twist as well as some Greek mythology and history mixed in.

This story is rated T for some suggestive elements, violence, adult situations and language.

Disclaimer: Again, characters and places mentioned belongs to Disney Animation and Lucasfilm. I own NOTHING, except for my OCs.

INDIANA JONES AND THE SECRETS OF ATLANTIS

Prologue

The North Sea

Norwegian Coast, Europe

January 1945

The icy waters of the North Sea were dark and calm. Heavy fog had settled over the area, so dense that even the lightbeam coming from the lighthouse in the cliffside couldn't penetrate it. About a mile offshore, a small fishing boat and its five occupants were the only inhabitants out on the still waters.

Leif Allyson, the owner of the boat, sat in a chair on the starboard side, rubbing his gloved hands together in front of a kerosene lamp in an attempt to warm his frozen fingers, his breath wreathing about his head like a cloud of smoke. Though it was single digit temperatures, the young fisherman liked quiet nights such as this. The thick fog did not bother him, having been in conditions like this since he was a young boy. His four companions were at different ends of the boat, fishing poles in hand, waiting patiently for a tug on their lines. Though it was nearing midnight, an ungodly hour to be out to sea in, Allyson's living depended on it.

His fishing business was in financial jeopardy. Any chance he had to fish, he took it. After all, he had a young wife and a baby on the way to provide for as well as an inherited inn that needed repairs before they could start hosting patrons. Money was tight; had been since the war broke out a few years earlier.

Hearing footsteps coming towards him, Allyson turned his head and gave the approaching man a smile. "Any luck?" He asked in Norwegian.

Forsyth, his business partner and best friend since childhood gave him an annoyed glance. "On a night like this? Hell no!" He crossed his arms, earning an amused chuckle from Allyson. Forsyth continued. "The fish have more sense then we do."

Allyson nodded in agreement. "I suppose we should call it a night and head for home." He stood up from his chair, ignoring the dull ache in his back and legs, and began to reel his line in. The men were lucky enough to snag a decent catch of fish but not enough to make a profit for their struggling business.

"If the fishing gets scarcer, at least you have the inn to fall back on." Forsyth commented as he and Allyson gathered up their gear.

Allyson threw the now frozen fish into a bucket and shook his head, snorting doubtfully. "We don't have the money to properly fix it up. We may end up having to sell it just to stay alive."

Forsyth raised an eyebrow. "Inger won't like that, Leif."

Allyson shrugged and heaved a sigh. "I know. But I don't know what else to do. Just with everything going on..." He paused, his eyes meeting Forsyth's as a strange look suddenly crossed his face. Forsyth frowned concernedly, knowing his friend well enough to know what he might be thinking.

"You think there's more to it then just the fish migrating, don't you?"

Allyson scoffed and shook his head. "I can't prove it." He turned, bent down and picked up the bucket of fish.

Beneath the still waters, in their dark, icy depths, something was stirring, slowly rising to the surface towards the small vessel.

"What do you mean you can't prove it?" Forsyth asked.

"Shh." Allyson glanced over nervously at the other three men, still fishing at the opposite end of the boat. "Keep your voice down."

"Leif," Forsyth put his hand on his shoulder. "What's going on?"

Before Allyson could reply, something slammed hard into the side of the boat, knocking the two men off their feet. They heard the surprised shouts of the other men coming from the opposite end of the boat. Forsyth sat up on his knees, his blue eyes wide with shock as he looked around. "What the hell was that?"

The boat rocked violently as whatever was in the water continued to slam into it. Wood cracked and splintered. Allyson struggled to his feet, gripping the side as he made his way to the wheel. "Forsyth, hoist the anchor!" He ordered as he struggled to stay upright. The boat rocked violently, making him lose balance and fall through the doorway of the small shack where the wheel and the controls to steer the boat was. Dazed, Allyson sat up on his knees and crawled towards the wheel.

A loud wrenching sound as well as the rush of water and the terrified screams of his men surrounded him. Looking behind him, he watched as water filled the capsizing boat. Turning back to the wheel, he reached for it but something hard coiled around his leg and dragged him away from it. Letting out a yell of surprise, he twisted around to see what had grabbed a hold of him. His eyes widened with shock at the massive tentacle that wrapped even tighter around his leg. The markings in its iron-like skin glowed a light blue, a strange sight that he had never seen before.

He tried to pull himself free but the tentacle squeezed tighter, ultimately breaking his leg. Screaming in pain and terror, he tried to save himself by digging his fingers into the deck but his strength was no match for the monster. Inger's face flashed in his mind as Allyson was dragged out of the half-destroyed boat and pulled under the icy dark waters, never to be seen again.

Lykke Allyson shot up from her bed, drenched with sweat, clutching her blankets tightly to her chest.

Something had happened. Something wasn't right.

Kicking off her covers, she reached for the bedside lamp to illuminate the room. Slipping on her boots, not bothering with stockings, she grabbed her heavy long coat and threw it on over her nightgown before rushing out of the room and hurrying down the stairs. Grabbing the lantern by the door, she glanced at the clock on the wall as she unlocked the front door of her small home.

Midnight.

Rushing out into the freezing cold, lantern in hand, she trotted down the street of frozen mud. Though the fog was thick and hard to see through, she knew where to go, having walked the same familiar streets as a child. Rounding the corner, she slammed into something much bigger then herself, falling back on her bottom. Half-dazed, she glanced up to see what or who it was she had ran into. Seeing the German soldier brushing off his uniform in the lantern light, she groaned inwardly.

The large man stared down at her severely, his pale eyes intense. "A bit late to be outside on a night like this, don't you think, Frauline?" He asked her in German.

Lykke grit her teeth and struggled to her feet. "Isn't it late for you as well?" She snapped back in his language but her retort earned her a hard slap to the face. She gasped and stumbled backwards, tenderly touching her stinging cheek with trembling fingertips. She stared at him in disgust. The small village had been occupied by German forces since the war began and she was tired of being constantly watched and questioned.

"Village trash." He insulted her, grabbing her by the arm. "Where are you running to?"

Lykke dropped her hand from her aching face and narrowed her blue eyes, fighting against his tight grip. "My sister-in-law is expecting and is close to her time. I was going to check on her."

The German officer snorted doubtfully. He let go of her and stepped aside. "Next time, pay attention where you are running, Frauline. You're lucky I'm more forgiving than most."

Picking her fallen lantern off the ground, Lykke gave him a curt nod and hurried away, breathing a sigh of relief that her encounter with him hadn't been worse then it could have been. She didn't see the look of suspicion the soldier still gave her as she ran towards the inn.

The inn was a run down building at the end of the street, given to Inger as an inheritance from her father. A warm yellow light was coming from its sea-facing, main level windows. Another feeling of dread came over Lykke as she drew closer. The lights being on only meant one thing. That Inger was awake, proving that her husband- Lykke's twin brother Leif- was not there. This only added to Lykke's uneasiness.

She rushed up the creaky steps and opened the door. The large room had a wide fireplace that took up the entire wall on one end. Sitting in front of it, rocking back and forth was a petite woman with golden hair tied in a bun at the nape of her neck, knitting. She turned her head, brown eyes wide in startled surprise when she saw Lykke shutting the door behind her.

"Lykke! What's the matter?"

Lykke ran over to her. "Are you alright, Inger?"

Mystified, Inger gave her sister-in-law a nod. "I'm fine. But you are not." She frowned concernedly. Lykke ran to the foot of the staircase that led to the upstairs rooms.

"Where's Leif?"

Inger stood up from her chair, still clutching her knitting. "Fishing."

Lykke spun around, eyes wide with fear. "You mean they haven't come back yet?"

Before Inger could ask why, the front door swung open again. The two women jumped in startled surprise as an older man stepped inside, flanked by two German soldiers. One of them was the soldier Lykke had ran into in the street; he gave Lykke an amused smirk.

The old man paused before them, looking from one woman to the other. He had a long, hooked nose and coarse white hair. His eyebrows nearly hid the dark hooded eyes that were always so cold and lifeless. They were the deadest eyes Lykke had ever seen on a living man.

Frightened, Inger dropped her knitting, her face having gone paler then usual.

The old man was Edgar Vulgud, the town magistrate.

At last, the old man spoke. "Doctor Allyson." He addressed Lykke. "What are you doing here at this late hour?"

Lykke narrowed her eyes suspiciously. She glanced at the two soldiers as she replied. "My brother hasn't returned home yet from his fishing trip. We were just discussing if we should go look for him."

Vulgud went over to the fireplace where Inger still stood, his eyes fixated on her. "He went out, on a cold, foggy night such as this?" He asked, acting as if he were surprised by this. He glanced over his shoulder at Lykke. "Surely Herr Allyson can find his way home on his own."

"What do you want, Vulgud?" Lykke asked him suspiciously, crossing the room and putting herself between him and Inger. Her sister-in-law wrapped her arms protectively around her swollen belly, still eyeing Vulgud fearfully.

Vulgud chuckled, looking Lykke up and down discerningly before training his black eyes on hers. "You were seen running through the streets. In a nightgown. That's cause enough for me to question your sanity."

Lykke swallowed nervously but she kept herself outwardly calm for Inger's sake. "I'm checking on my sister-in-law. You should know that she's close to her time." Her tone hardened and she met Vulgud's dead eyes. "What's wrong with that?" She challenged him.

Vulgud shook his head. "I'm just concerned for you, Doctor Allyson. I couldn't help but think that insanity must run in your family." He raised a bushy eyebrow suspiciously. "After all the trouble your father caused for this town." He turned back to the fireplace.

Lykke swallowed the lump in her throat, her fury at its boiling point. "You leave my father out of this. That has nothing to do with why you followed me in here."

Vulgud turned to face her, folding his arms behind his back. "Doctor Allyson, I'm going to give you a warning."

Lykke suddenly felt Inger's cold hand wrap around hers and squeeze it tight. She watched warily as Vulgud approached her until they were nose to nose, close enough she could smell his foul breath.

"I've tolerated your curiosity since you returned home a few months ago. But now its becoming bothersome to me."

The corners of her mouth went up slightly. "Are you hiding something you don't want me knowing about, Vulgud?" She asked calmly.

Vulgud looked over her shoulder at Inger and smiled wryly. "Keep your nose out of my business Doctor Allyson. That's all I ask. Your family's fishing business is already going under. We wouldn't want to add more fuel to the fire."

Disturbed by his threat, Lykke couldn't answer him. She watched nervously as Vulgud turned his back on her and walked over to the door, where the German soldiers stood waiting. He looked over his shoulder. "Don't make me have to warn you again, Doctor." With that, he opened the door and vanished into the cold night with the two soldiers behind him, leaving the two women alone.

Out on the porch, Vulgud nodded towards the door. "Keep an eye on her. And report to me immediately if she starts anything." He ordered in German before disappearing into the foggy night.

Inger sank down in her chair, tears streaming down her thin face. "I hate that man." She sobbed, almost in hysterics. "I hate the way he looks at me!"

Lykke knelt down beside her, wiping her tears away. "Shh. You need to calm yourself. Think of the baby."

Inger let out a couple more strangled sobs before taking deep breaths. She nodded. "You're right." Her eyes widened when she saw the hand-shaped welt on Lykke's cheek. "What happened?" She pointed.

"Oh," Lykke stood up and walked over to the window, looking back and forth at the dark street. "Just another run in with the bastard on the corner."

"Lykke!" Inger scolded, disapproving of her strong language.

Lykke turned away from the window, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm sorry, but I'm getting tired of being watched and scrutinized." Her face morphed from anger to worry for her brother. "They haven't come back at all?"

Inger shook her head. "You know Leif," she reached for her dropped knitting but because of her large belly, she couldn't reach. She sighed. "He'd rather lose fingers and toes to frostbite then give up."

Lykke walked over and picked up the knitting for her before dragging a chair over and flopping down in it. She glanced around the decrepit room, mentally noting all the repair work that still needed to be done. "We have a lot to do before this inn can open."

Inger nodded, untangling the yarn in her lap. "It was my father's dream. But its Leif's nightmare."

Lykke couldn't help but crack a smile. "That's also why I came home. To help both of you." She grasped Inger's cold hands and squeezed them. "I'll stay here until Leif comes back. You should go upstairs and get some sleep."

Inger didn't protest. Their intense encounter with Vulgud had sapped what energy she did have. Lykke helped her out of the chair, watching as she hobbled over to the stairs. She paused, gripping the wooden railing. She looked up at Lykke, raising an eyebrow inquiringly. "What are you up to that Vulgud's upset about?"

Feeling a cold draft, Lykke wrapped her coat tighter around herself. "Nothing to worry your head about. Goodnight, Inger."

Inger smiled, even though what Vulgud had said unnerved her. "Goodnight." She headed slowly up the stairs, using the wooden railing for balance.

Lykke sat down again, touching her sore cheek with her fingertips. There was other reasons why she had returned home to their small fishing village.

And her efforts to find out what Vulgud was up to had put the old man on alert. Sooner or later, she figured he would make a move against her.

Reaching into her nightgown, she pulled a hidden talisman from where it hung from her neck by a cord. It had a curious set of markings around it, along with a depiction of the Greek God Poseidon wrestling with the tentacled Krakken.

It was one of the last things she could find from her father's ransacked house where she was now living, hidden beneath the floorboards in the upstairs bedroom. Whatever it was, her father meant to keep it hidden from Vulgud when the magistrate sent his men inside after her father's mysterious death. It was clear they were looking for something and she was convinced it was the talisman.

Even though she was a multilingual archaeologist herself, she couldn't make out the strange characters on the talisman or even knew what it meant. And the only man she knew of that could read it was an ocean away in the United States.

Shoving the talisman back inside her nightgown, she settled herself in the armchair, watching the flames dance in the crumbling fireplace through half-closed eyes.

After a while, she dozed off into a troubled sleep.

I hope everyone liked this. Yes, there has been a time jump from when the previous story ended but you'll see why in the next chapters. There's more on the way but I wanted to give you a piece of what's in store!