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Temple Run - Indiana Jones X GN Reader

Title: Temple Run

Indiana Jones X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Indiana Jones's father (Mentioned), Reader's father, Reader's mother (Mentioned), Monty Shaw (OC), Aaron Tucker (OC), Theo Black (OC), Michael March (OC) (Mentioned), Sallah, Fayah, Sallah's kids (Mentioned), and random people/men (Mentioned)

Requested by Anon (thank you so much for requesting! You know who you are ;) Sorry if it's a bit long. I got a bit carried away with this XD)

WC: 10,688 (I am so sorry)

Jawhara = Jewel | Habibi = Darling (Arabic)

Warnings: Human remains (mentioned), teasing, taunting, fighting (physically and verbally), enemies to friends to lovers, awkwardness, nervousness, embarrassment, movie references, yelling, insults, name-calling (nothing bad), death, Indiana Jones booby traps, sandstorms, knife/dagger mentioned, guns, killing, attempted murder, snakes, property damage, fear of heights, explosives mentioned, injuries, bruises mentioned, animal abuse (snakes don't like fire), blood, grenade mentioned, angst, cute, and fluff

Stacking the papers around you in a neat pile, you grabbed the last small stack, placing it away in its folder. You were hard at work, filing away reports and sending them to their respective departments. You worked at a federal government agency in Connecticut, and you were the head of your team; the captain of sorts. You worked as both a forensic scientist and a forensic archaeologist; both fields required extensive knowledge about osteology, human remains, and ancient civilizations. Back in school, you were considered a genius; your academic prowess far exceeded many of your classmates’ grades. As a graduate of Yale University with honors, you earned multiple offers of internships, but you declined every one of them; you enjoyed working alone and being on your own, but your father was adamant that you make some social connections. In fact, after some persuading, he got you a job where you were working now.

As you were filing yet another folder, a knock sounded at your office door, slowly the door opened; peeking their head in. "Uh, Doctor L/N, someone by the name of Mr. Shaw wants to speak with you." Your secretary, Ella, announced, making you look from your papers.

"Do they have an appointment?" You asked, voice monotone as Ella bit her lip.

"No, Doctor."

You sighed, dropping the papers as you rubbed your temple with your fingers. "Miss Hart, you know how I feel about walk-ins. They have to make an appointment to speak with me." You explained and Ella nodded, shutting the door, the click-clacking of her heels against the floor fading, only for it to come back more rushed as your office doors were slammed open.

Shocked and wide-eyed, you watched as a man in the three-piece gray suit sauntered in like he owned the place; his cane hitting the ground with each step. The handle, gold and shiny, in the shape of an eagle's head. Beyond annoyed, you stood up from your desk, your hands placed firmly on it as you stared up at the man. "What's the meaning of you barging into my office?" You asked, anger evident in your tone as the man leaned back onto his heels with a smirk on his face.

"I just wanted to see if I could meet you." His voice was smooth and deep, "I've heard about your work, Doctor L/N. And might I say, I'm impressed." His British accent seemed to roll off of him like honey.

"And who might you be?" You asked, standing up straight as you clenched your fists.

The man in front of you adjusted the lapels of his jacket, before straightening his silk tie, "My name is Monty Charleston Shaw, and I have a proposition for you. Believe me, you'll want to hear it."

Staring at the man, you narrowed your eyes. Your mind was screaming at you to send him away, but your heart was curious. You've made up your mind. Gesturing to the chair in front of your desk, Monty sat down with a grin. "What's the proposition, Mr. Shaw?" You asked, sitting down in your own chair, your fingers fidgeting with the cold leather.

Monty cleared his throat, producing a creme envelope from the inside jacket pocket; sliding it towards you on your desk. "I have a special team heading to Egypt in two weeks to excavate the hidden remains of a forgotten prince. Prince Huaphris." He began, as you furrowed your eyebrows, opening the wax-sealed envelope to find a plane ticket inside. "It is said that Prince Huaphris was buried in a hidden tomb somewhere. My first team had unearthed a secret temple near the Nile, and we suspect he was hidden there. I need your expertise in finding Prince Huaphis and his treasure." He finished, leaving you intrigued, yet hesitant.

"Is this legit?" You asked, gesturing to the envelope, only for Monty to nod.

"Of course, Doctor. I'm certified by the board of the Smithsonian. Whatever we recover goes straight to the museum, and after, you'll be rewarded for your help."

You felt like a fish out of the water as you tried to speak, flabbergasted, "I don't really have the funds for a trip like this, Mr. Shaw. Especially one happening in two weeks."

Monty raised a hand, before placing it back on his cane. "Do not fret, Doctor. All expenses are covered. Flight to and from, hotel, and food. You'll be well taken care of."

You pursed your lips, "All expenses?"

Monty nodded again, a grin on his face as you thought it quickly over. What did you have to lose?

"When does the plane leave?"

~~~

Walking out on the runway, you spot the private plane in the distance. Beside you, one of Monty's drivers was carrying your luggage. "This way, Doctor. Mr. Shaw is waiting for you." He spoke, as you notice Mr. Shaw and four other men with him.

Monty turned to you as you approached, hands clasping his cane as he grinned widely. "Ah, Doctor! Thought you'd changed your mind. I want you to meet part of the team." He spoke, gesturing to the four men.

"These two, Mr. Aaron Tucker and Theo Black. Mr. Tucker is an expert in ancient civilizations while Mr. Black is an expert in hieroglyphics." He spoke, signaling to a tallish man, you presumed was Mr. Tucker, with shaggy blonde hair. And, Mr. Black, a noticeable scar on his face, passing down his eyebrow and onto his cheek. "And this is Mr. Michael March, he's the photographer and journalist. He'll be taking note of everything that happens." Mr. Shaw spoke about the man with a camera around his neck, his circle glass slightly askew on his face, blue eyes piercing. "Lastly, we have Doctor Indiana Jones. Archaeologist. You may have heard of his work for the National Museum."

You turned to the famed doctor, giving him a once over with a slight frown, "Yes, I have." You said shortly, before turning back to Monty.

Still grinning, Monty let out a laugh, "Well, let the journey begin. We have a long flight in front of us!" He spoke, before the five of you headed onto the plane.

Finding a spot near a window, you buckled and shuffled in your seat to get comfortable. You rubbed your thighs nervously, covered by your tan pants. You tried to dress as well as you could, knowing Egypt was going to be unbearably hot. You brought some sweaters for the cold nights, but for the sweating days, you brought tons of breathable shirts, pants, and your favorite pair of boots. You were about to read the book you brought with you, after all the trip was going to take forever, but you were surprised to see Indiana Jones sitting right across from you. You watched as he also got comfortable before he looked at you. You ignored his staring to go back to your book, feeling yourself getting dragged into the story before you heard him clear his throat. You looked up, eyes meeting his as he gave you a grin.

"So, you've heard of me, but I've never heard of you..." He trailed off, waiting for your name.

"L/N. Doctor L/N." You said, looking back down at your book.

Indiana's grin turned into a smirk, "Hmm, Doctor. I heard Shaw say that. What are you a doctor of, if I may ask?" He asked, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his seat.

"I am a doctor of Forensic Science and Forensic Archaeology. Specializing in examining and analyzing evidence from crime scenes. And, I specialize in my archaeological skills to assist with the location and recovery of human remains... I got my PhDs at the age of twenty-two, so it wouldn't surprise me if you had heard of me. Doctor." You replied curtly, keeping your gaze glued to the book.

Indiana shrugged, "I guess so." He muttered under his breath as a smile played upon his lips. Indiana was intrigued. He wanted to know more about you. You were quick-witted, and obviously incredibly smart. A fact Indiana liked. But, you were stubborn and didn't seem willing to share anything that wasn't relevant to what you were doing. If it weren't for his curiosity, Indiana would have stopped talking to you already. But, he couldn't resist the pull of a good conversation.

After a few more minutes of silence, Indiana spoke up again, "So, L/N, do you have a first name?" He asked, making you glance up at him briefly before turning a page in your book.

"What could you possibly gain from knowing my first name, Doctor Jones?" You asked, raising a brow as he smirked.

"Call me Indiana, please." He requested, holding out his hand as he flashed a winning smile.

Hesitating for a moment, you slowly put your book down in your lap, "I'll stick to Doctor Jones. Now, tell me why you're asking so many questions?" Ignoring his request for a handshake.

Indiana dropped his hand to his lap, clearing his throat. Your dismissal of his handshake threw him off a bit. "We are going to be working with each other for two months. Might as well get to know a fellow Doctor." He smiled, leaning forward a little.

You nodded, thinking about what he said for a second before looking up at him again, "Okay, I suppose I can give you my name, but only if you answer me something, Doctor Jones."

His smile widened as he leaned back into his chair, "Alright, Doctor, shoot."

"Are you going to be exasperating me the entire trip?"

Indiana let out a laugh, "Exasperating? After I find out your name, I'm taking a well-deserved nap."

You raised your book back up, covering your mouth as you hid your light smile, "Names Y/N."

Indiana sat back with a grin, satisfied. "Y/N." He tested your name out, only for you to look up at him with your tired, half-lidded eyes.

"Doctor L/N to you, Doctor Jones." You corrected, watching as Indiana just hummed, leaning his head back and placing his hat over his eyes.

"Doctor L/N it is then."

~~~

Clutching your seat's armrests as the plane jolted around slightly as it landed, you let out a sigh as you closed your book, slipping it into your brown leather satchel. Looking across from you, Indiana was still sleeping, his hat covering his eyes; chest softly rising up and down. Rolling your eyes, you stood up, leaning over to flick the rim of his hat up, waking him suddenly. Indiana gave you a glare as you just ignored him, grabbing your suitcase and leaving the plane. Stepping down the steps, you breathed in the air, smiling at the world around you. You haven't been to Egypt in a long time.

Rushing over to you, Monty gave you a smile, "Doctor, the vans will take you to the hotel. We only have three, so you'll have to double up. If you don't mind." He added, glancing over at the vans that awaited you.

"Of course not." You responded, grabbing your suitcase and walking towards the car. Once you arrived, you climbed into the backseat and sat down, putting your suitcase at your feet. "How long will it be until we reach Cairo?" You asked the driver, as he adjusted the rear-view mirror.

"Less than an hour."

You nodded and sat back, only to see the door beside you open, watching in dismay as Indiana took a seat next to you.

"Great. The other vans weren’t good enough for you, Doctor?" You mumbled irritatedly, as Indiana sat his own suitcase at his feet.

Indiana gave you a grin, "Well, Doctor, Mr. Shaw, and the photographer already claimed a van while those other two took the other."

"How wonderful." You replied sarcastically as the van began to move. You turned to face your window, watching the sandy dunes slowly turn into sandstone buildings and houses. Soon, the van stopped in front of a large building, what you guessed was the hotel. The driver opened your door for you, grabbing your bag for you as you stretched. Your bones were tired from all the sitting and your body was begging for adventure. Either that, or a nice nap. You knew you'd probably get started with the dig tomorrow, as the sun was beginning to set.

Walking into the lobby, you gazed at the tapestries and portraits that lined the walls. You could hear chatter coming from the lobby, people rushing to get their room keys. Monty turned, noticing you before he walked over to you, handing you your room key. "You have room seven." He spoke, dropping your key in the palm of your hand, before turning to look slightly behind you. "And Doctor Jones, you have room six." He passed the key to him before looking at the two of you. “Dinner is at six sharp, don’t be late.” He called, before walking away, disappearing around the corner.

Turning to face Indiana who stood beside you, you raised a brow, "Dinner on the Nile? Sounds fancy..." You trailed off, causing him to nod.

"It's beautiful; The Nile. Staring down into a seemingly never-ending abyss." Indiana muttered before gesturing to the stairs, "Might want to get unpacked, neighbor. Don't want to be late." He spoke, before grabbing his suitcase and heading up the stairs. Letting out an irritated sigh, you grabbed your bag and followed behind.

You stopped at your door, taking your key and unlocking it. You pushed open the door, setting your case down. Shutting it behind you, you looked around the room. There was a queen bed in the center of the room, with creme and red sheets and sheer curtains hanging from it. You spotted a small wooden dresser beside the bed and a small desk on the other side. You dragged your suitcase to the bed, unclasping the locks and pushing the lid open. You paused, grabbing the framed picture from its place on top of your neatly folded clothes. You felt yourself become emotional, quickly setting the frame down on the bedside table. You were quick to put away your clothes, checking your watch for the time. You still had enough time to get dressed, pushing the drawer closed, you grabbed your chosen attire and headed to the bathroom.

~~~

On the boat, you sat at a long table, eating dinner. Thankfully, you were sitting beside Mr. Tucker and Mr. Black, though Indiana was sitting across from you; periodically looking at you as the dinner continued. The entree, rice-stuffed vegetables, and grape leaves were beyond delicious and brought up a lot of memories from your last trip to Cairo. The waiters then came around, placing a plate of sweet honey cakes in front of you; you felt your mouth salivate from just looking at the tasty dessert. You picked up your fork, stabbed a piece of the cake, taking a bite. It tasted amazing and made you realize how hungry you had become. With an appreciative hum, you reached for another piece, biting into the sweet cake, closing your eyes as you savored the sweetness. Unbeknownst to you, Indiana was watching you with a small grin. He'd never really seen you smile before and he'd found it quite entertaining, endearing even. After finishing up your cake, and as most of the others had left the table, you wiped your hands clean; dabbing your mouth with your napkin. You glanced over at Indiana, your eyes locking with his for the briefest of moments before your gaze fell down to your empty plate.

You quickly pushed your chair back, standing before you made your way onto the deck. You leaned your arms against the railing, watching the fairy lights dance across the water's reflection. People were chatting not too far away, sipping their white wine and having a great time. You, meanwhile, stared down at the river, silently listening to the soft sounds of laughter and music. The sound of someone gently clearing their throat broke that peace. You looked over to see Indiana, raising your eyebrows when you noticed his glass was almost drained.

"What do you want?" You asked, giving him a stern look.

Indiana blinked at your slightly harsh tone, "Just thought you might need some company." He offered, and you hummed tiredly, turning back to the river. Indiana stood beside you, looking down at the river with you. Taking a glance at you, he noticed your small frown, eyes cast downwards at the black abyss of the Nile, the soft lights casting shadows on your face. He watched as you ran your finger across the edge of your empty glass, staring into nothingness as you did. "What's the matter?" He asked, turning to face you slightly.

"Nothing," You answered with a shrug of your shoulders, taking another sip of your own drink, "Just thinking. By the way, it's none of your business."

He watched you curiously, seeing the look in your eyes; his own eye widening slightly, "You've been to Cairo before?" He asked in realization.

You let out a deep sigh, "If you must know since you keep pestering me... Yes. I have." You answered, looking up at him through your lashes, "Why are you so interested? And how did you know?"

Indiana looked at you, tilting his head slightly. "I'm curious about you."

Giving him a glare, studying him. Indiana was wearing what he usually wore, minus the whip and his hat. A loose white shirt tucked underneath tan pants. His hair was messy but kept somewhat under control. You bit your lip slightly, glancing away from his piercing stare. If he wasn't so irritating, you would find him charming. As it was, you couldn't help but feel slightly flustered by him. You shook your head slightly, turning to face the river once more. "Is that all you ever are, Doctor Jones? Curious?" You questioned.

Indiana smirked, "Call me Indiana."

You sputtered out a laugh, "I'll stick with Doctor Jones."

It was silent for a while, Indiana letting out a hum as he looked back at the river. "I know that look."

"What look?" You asked, turning to look at him, catching his side profile.

"You've missed this place." Was all Indiana answered back with, making you turn back to the river, pursing your lips. You stared down at the water, a cold breeze blowing past you as you thought about whether or not to let the man in. You had built your walls up so high…

"My father used to take me with him to Cairo for his excavations." You began softly, Indiana turned to you once more, his arms leaning against the boat's railing; he was silent, waiting for you to continue. "His first expedition was one of the most successful, he was able to find some valuable artifacts along the way." You sighed, smiling lightly as you remembered your father and his work. "But, after years of working hard and trying to make a name for himself, my father met someone who had told him about a rare artifact. One that would put my father down in the books as the finder."

"What happened?" Indiana asked softly, moving closer to you to hear the rest.

"A certain archaeologist took all the credit." You muttered grumpily, looking up at Indiana. "A certain archaeologist that was your father." You confessed, making Indiana's eyes widen.

"My dad?" Indiana narrowed his eyebrows, "So is this why you've been so cold towards me? Because of something my father did to yours?" His voice was laced with annoyance.

You shook your head, "No, actually it's the opposite. I just find you really stubborn, arrogant, annoying, scruffy-looking-"

"Scruffy-looking?" Indiana scoffed.

"-and rude. And you're always asking stupid questions-" You started to ramble until you heard Indiana laughing, "-What is it?" You asked, cocking your head.

"Well, do you know what I think?" He stated slowly, glaring at you.

"No," You replied, crossing your arms. "What do you think?"

Indiana smirked as he leaned down slightly, "I think that you think you're so much better than me." He answered tauntingly, making you huff.

"Really? Have you ever thought that maybe, just maybe..." You snapped, "Maybe I just don't like you!"

"Well, I don't like you either, sweetheart!" Indiana exclaimed, making you scoff.

"Fine! And don’t call me that!" You quickly pushed past him, Indiana turning to watch you.

"Fine!" He yelled back, staring as you paused at the railing, your tense shoulders falling as you ducked your head. Your breath slowed as you clenched your fists tightly.

"You were right about one thing, Doctor Jones." You mumbled loud enough for him to hear.

Indiana crossed his arms, "And what is that?"

You gave him a side glance, "It is beautiful." You answered, before heading back inside the boat.

Indiana stared at you as you left, eyes widening ever-so-slightly as he pursed his lips. He turned back to the dark Nile water, running his fingers through his hair, tugging at the ends slightly; letting out a heavy sigh.

~~~

You held your hat on your head, the wind blowing past you as you sat in the back of the wagon. You were heading to the excavation site, a couple of minutes out of Cairo, further down the river.

"We're coming up to the site my first team had uncovered," Monty spoke up, gaining your and Indiana's attention over the loud engine.

"Will the first team be meeting us there?" You asked, but Monty shook his head, hands firmly clasped around his cane.

"No, I'm afraid I had to fire them." He spoke, making you furrow your eyebrows.

"What did they do?" Indiana inquired, causing Monty to shrug.

"They, shall we say, broke the contract." Monty replied, voice strange as he leaned against the wagon's wall, a small smirk on his face; eyes holding some unknown emotion. It irked you.

Suddenly the wagon stopped abruptly, sending you forward. Indiana was quick to grab your arm, saving you from slamming your face on the ground. You pulled your arm away, fixing your posture. Monty jumped off the wagon, making his way around to the front, opening the trap door. You climbed out, adjusting the hat on your head. Indiana followed suit, stepping into the heat of the day. Looking around at the landscape, your eyes widened as you saw the hidden temple, half-emerged from the sand. Even though most of it was hidden under the sand, you could tell it was a large structure. It was rectangular in shape, with large pillars holding up the large stone entrance. The entrance was dark, with two lit torches on another side of it, you could see the engraving on the side of the temple; beautifully crafted.

"It's similar to the Temple of Edfu." You exclaimed, eyes wide in excitement and awe. “Oh, I can’t wait to see the inside.”

"Doctor, why don't you take a look?" Monty asked, making you look over at him.

Taking your time, you carefully made your way to him, turning your attention to the dark entranceway. It had stairs that lead straight down. Now that you were closer, you could see the touches that lit the stairwell. "I believe what we seek is down there," Monty spoke, as Mr. Turner and Mr. Black headed down into the temple; Indiana stopped beside you.

"Are you coming with us?" He asked, and Monty shook his head, tapping his left knee gently with his hand.

"Bad knee, you can understand."

You nodded, and started down the temple stairs, holding onto the walls for stability as you did so. Indiana was close behind, grabbing a touch on the way in. Soon the stairs stopped, opening up into a long hallway; the walls lined with hieroglyphics; the air was still and stagnant, the only sounds being the footsteps of yours, Indiana's, Mr. Black's, and Mr. Turner's.

Walking slowly down the hall, your footsteps echoing against the cold stone walls. You stopped behind Mr. Black and Mr. Turner as they paused before a room. It was large, with strange symbols on the ground along with the walls. You leaned around the two men, spying perfectly square holes in the walls. "You go first." Mr. Black muttered, nudging Mr. Tucker, who nudged him back.

"You scared, Black?" Tucker teased, "It's just a room, right?"

"I don't know, I don't recognize any of these symbols." Mr. Black muttered and Tucker sighed, taking a step into the room.

Suddenly, an arrow shot out of the wall, hitting Mr. Tucker right in the head, instantly killing him. You gasped, covering your mouth as Mr. Black yelled out.

"Booby traps!"

Mr. Black turned around and pushed you and Indiana out of the way, terror in his eyes as he scampered down the hall and up the stairs.

"Coward!" You yelled out to him, before gritting your teeth and turning back to the room.

"What do you think?" Indiana spoke up, his voice echoing off the walls.

"What do I think?" You asked, giving him a side glance, "I think we keep going." You said before narrowing your eyes on the floor. "It seems that if you step on the wrong tile, the trap goes off." You theorized before you went to take a step forward; but Indiana grabbed your arm, pulling you back.

"What are you doing?" He asked, looking at you as if you were crazy.

You looked up at him as you pulled your arm away from him again. "If you had read some of the hieroglyphics back there you would know that it basically told you how to get across this room."

Indiana narrowed his eyes at you, "When were you going to tell me you can read hieroglyphics?"

You turned away, stepping into the room, "You never asked, now, only step where I step." You replied, turning back to Indiana.

He watched as you took another step, his heart lurching with each step you took; thankfully, no arrows shot out of the walls. "Step where I step," Indiana muttered, making you stop, glaring over at him.

"No mocking me, I can easily lead you astray." You lightly scolded, before pointing to a stone with a bird-like symbol.

Indiana moved to that step, before taking the next one. "Would you?" The tension between the two of you could be cut with a knife.

"No." You answered before you hopped onto the last stone, like a messed up version of hopscotch; struggling to keep your balance. "But I could."

Indiana stepped on the last one before he entered the next hallway with you. "You know, it would've been helpful to know you could read it," Indiana muttered to you, taking the lead as he walked down the hall with you.

"Jones! Wait!" You exclaimed quickly, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling him back, noticing the ceiling with a large slit in it.

"What?" He asked, and you grabbed your hat, tossing it in front of Indiana, watching as a large sharp object shot down, cutting your hat in half.

"For someone so observant, you really are blind sometimes. Booby trap." You answered, making Indiana sigh.

"Thanks, sweetheart." Indiana thanked you sarcastically, his voice deep and taunting as he stepped over the booby trap, continuing down the hall.

You followed close behind, glaring at Indiana's back, "Don't call me sweetheart." You practically growled before you heard yelling from where you had come from. "I think we should go back." You spoke up and Indiana nodded.

"I think you're right." He answered, the two of you making your way back past the fallen booby trap and across the tiles and up the stairs; careful not to get shot. Stopping at the top of the stairs, you moved your hand above your eyes as the wind and sand blew against you harshly.

"Come on, we have to go!" One of Monty's men yelled out to you, taking your hand.

"What's going on!?" Indiana yelled out over the loud wind.

"There's a storm coming. We have to get back before it hits us!" He yelled, guiding you both back to a smaller van, before speeding away back to Cairo.

Back at the hotel, you shook out your hair, bits of sand falling to the ground and onto the carpet below. Indiana did the same, grumbling about sand in his shoes as you headed up the stairs together.

"How long will the storm be?" You asked, and Indiana shrugged, his shoulders falling as he let out a sigh.

"I don't know, hours?" He answered before heading down the hall and stopping at his door. "Good night, Doctor." He spoke before entering his room and shutting the door.

You pursed your lips before entering your room. Shutting your own door, you shuffled to the dresser, grabbing some night clothes as the wind howled. Changing quickly, you sat on your bed, exhausted.

~~~

A knock at your door awoken you, your eyes blinking rapidly as you sat up in the bed, the blanket dropping to your waist. As whoever was at your door knocked again, you slid out of bed, slipping on your slippers and robe before heading to the door. Opening it slightly, you looked up to find Indiana staring down at you. He was dressed for the day, similar to his attire the day before. You rubbed your cheek as you spoke, "May I help you, Doctor?"

"I'm taking you to see a friend of mine," Indiana replied, giving you a grin.

"Right now? Aren't we going back to the temple today?" You asked and Indiana shook his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"That sandstorm covered most of the temple, so they are going to re-excavate it." He answered, and you raised an eyebrow.

"So that means you want to drag me around Cairo?" You asked and Indiana nodded.

"Thought it would be better than sitting in your room all day." He spoke, and you raised an eyebrow at him. Why was he now being so nice?

You let out a sigh, casting your gaze down, "Fine. I'll be ready in ten." You answered, shutting the door.

You quickly grabbed some clothes and got dressed, stumbling to the door as you pulled on and laced your boots. Opening the door, you spotted Indiana leaning across from your room on the wall. He pushed off the wall as you neared, fixing your hair. "Who are we going to go see?" You asked and Indiana began walking, you followed close behind, being able to catch up and walk beside him.

"A friend of mine." He answered back, a smirk on his face.

You furrowed your eyebrows, looking over at him, "A friend of yours? Wow, very specific." You mumbled, earning a laugh from him. "I like them already." You said sarcastically.

Indiana ignored your obvious enthusiasm, "He helps me with excavations sometimes. He lives in the city."

You hummed, stepping out into the streets of Cairo. Indiana led you around the city, passing by vendors, businesses, and homes. You both weaved past people carrying woven baskets on their shoulders, others carrying bags filled with goods. You saw a man standing outside of a clothing shop, a few children following along beside him as they played with a ball. Their laughter reached your ears and a smile formed on your face. It didn’t take long to reach Indiana’s destination, stopping at a house, you narrowed your eyes at it.

"This place seems familiar."

Indiana turned to look down at you, his eyebrows furrowed, "Familiar?"

Before you could say anything you heard laughter, watching as nine children ran out of the house, all crowding around Indiana in a giant hug. Indiana beamed, ruffling some of the kid's hair, as they chanted his name. The whole scene in front of you surprised you. It was almost… Endearing.

"Where are my- do my eyes deceive me?" You turned to the new voice and your eyes widened, a smile on your face. "Jawhara!" He cried, rushing up to you as you threw your arms around him.

Indiana watched in shock as you laughed, hugging the man he knew to be his friend, Sallah. So that was what you meant when you said you recognized the home.

Pulling back, Sallah looked at you with a beaming smile, "Oh, how you've grown. Just like your mother. Yet as adventurous as your father." He praised you, making you smile sheepishly.

"Thank you, Sallah. I am so glad to see you again. It's been ages." You replied, glancing over at Indiana who had been frozen, staring at you. "I didn't know you had kids." You turned back to Sallah, who nodded happily.

"Yes, you remember my wife, Fayah? Yes, nine perfect children." He replied, before he turned to Indiana, his kids having gone back inside a while ago. "Let's go inside, we have lots to catch up on."

Inside, you sat down at a table with Indiana and Sallah, sipping some tea that Fayah had made for you. Indiana looked to his friend and to you, before looking back to Sallah. "How do you two know each other?" He asked and Sallah sighed.

"I was friends with their father and mother, when they traveled here Fayah and I would take care of them.” He explained, smiling fondly at you before turning to Indiana. "Such a little troublemaker this one was." Sallah added and you blushed, slightly embarrassed as Indiana chuckled.

"Still is."

You turned to him, giving him a small glare, only for him to sort of glare back. Sallah cleared his throat, gaining your attention back. "So, how do you two know each other? Friends? Lovers?"

"Sal!"

"Sallah!"

You and Indiana both exclaimed, making the older man laugh, rubbing his beard thoughtfully. You rubbed your face, closing your eyes as you leaned your elbows on the table. Indiana ran a hand through his hair, before speaking.

"We were both asked to join this excavation." He answered simply, letting out a tired sigh.

Sallah smiled brightly, turning to you, "You were asked to join them?"

You nodded with your own smile. "We're looking for Prince Huaphris's tomb."

The older man's smile grew as he took another drink of his tea. "Ah, the forgotten Prince. I heard that they recently excavated a temple."

"Sallah!" Fayah called from somewhere in the home, making the man in question straighten in his seat.

"Yes, habibi?" He called back, earning no answer. Turning, Sallah gave you both an apologetic smile, standing from his seat. "You must excuse me. You two can stay as long as you need " He spoke, headed to another room before he turned to you, "It was nice seeing you again, jawhara." He spoke softly before leaving the room.

You smiled, taking another sip of your tea as Indiana turned to you. "What does he call you?" He asked and you paused before you placed your cup down.

"He calls me ‘jewel’." You answered, before speaking again, "You didn't tell me you knew Sallah." Looking up into his eyes, he looked into yours.

"You didn't either."

A silence fell upon you, as the two of you just looked at each other. The tension, similar to the one in the temple, could also be cut with a knife. The room felt cold. The atmosphere was suffocating, almost unbearable. You didn't know how long the two of you sat there, staring at each other, before you snapped back to reality, clearing your throat as you avert your eyes. You hadn't even realized it, but you began to fiddle with your shirt sleeve, your fingers playing with a gold thread.

Indiana looked at you, watching as your eyes looked away from his, almost bashfully as you looked down at your lap. Indiana bit his lip, looking to the floor as well before looking back at you.

"Um... Y/n... I-" He trailed off, not sure of what to say. You turned your eyes back to his, looking at him questioningly. His cheeks began to feel warm. "Y/n, I..." He paused, swallowing thickly. "I'm sorry."

Your eyebrows rose in surprise. You glanced back down, looking at your lap as you bit the inside of your cheek. Your lips pursed together. "I'm sorry too. You know, for calling you scruffy-looking." You apologized, looking up at the man. "More than that, I have been a bit... Rude." You turned back to look at him, giving him a soft frown. The two of you continued to stare at each other silently. After a moment, you found yourself unable to stand the silence between the two of you. "Can we please start over? Properly this time?" You asked, and Indiana nodded, giving you a grin.

You both stood up, Indiana offering his hand to you, "I'm Indiana Jones." You smiled at him for the first time, taking his hand and shaking it firmly. Indiana's heart began to race at just the sight of your smile, "But you can call me Indiana."

"I'm Y/N L/N." You began, smiling at him. "It's nice to meet you, Indiana."

The two of you stayed quiet, looking at each other, Indiana's chest warming at the sound of your voice saying his name. Had his eyes always been that chocolatey brown? You felt heat rise in your cheeks and you coughed, clearing your throat, pulling your hand back to your side, "Well, we should get going." You said, nodding towards the door. "We wouldn't want to make our friend suffer. Hands probably full of kids.”

~~~

“We're going to have to cut this trip short. Another sandstorm is coming. Bigger than the last one.” Monty spoke, the handle of his cane glinting in the hot, smoldering sun.

Your head perked up at his words, pursing your lips, “How long do we have?” You asked, awaiting his answer.

“Less than three days.” He answered shortly.

“No offense, Mr. Shaw, but I don’t think we can get to the tomb in that amount of time.” Indiana spoke up beside you, and Monty turned to him, his fingers clenching his cane.

“Well, Doctor L/N finished that map, correct?” Monty asked and you were quick to nod your head. For the past couple of weeks, you have been charting the temple's layout. Marking down the halls and rooms, you had narrowed it down to one area where you were sure the tomb was located. "Splendid, I have faith in Doctor L/N's faultless expertise. We’ll find that tomb."

While you were working on your map, Indiana was researching the supposed treasure. Finding out that it would all be worth one million dollars. Especially if the rare artifact, the dagger of the fourth King, Ahkmenrah, was in there. It was all so thrilling. And during that time, you and Indiana grew closer. You found him indeed charming as Indiana found you wondrous.

Taking a torch, you led the way, your fingers dragging along the inscriptions on the wall. As you walked farther and farther along, a sense of unease began to grow within you, causing your steps to slow. You glanced behind you to Indiana, "Do you trust Mr. Shaw?" You asked, and Indiana said nothing; taking your hand and taking the lead.

"No." He finally said as he reached the first room, following your steps as you made sure not to step on the wrong tile. "Not at all, why?"

You hopped to the ledge, making it into the next hall, the sounds of your footsteps echoing loudly against the hard stone walls. "Because something doesn't add up about him."

He stopped at the next doorway, tilting his head as he regarded you. "Such as?"

You shrugged, "The first team. Where did they go? And what about Mr. Tucker?" You said, gesturing back to the sadly dead boy of Mr. Tucker, "He didn't even seem to care when we told him."

Indiana sighed, taking your hand again as he led you down the hall with the one booby, helping you over it, “He has been a bit off-" He stopped abruptly at the end of the hallway, freezing.

You looked at him, tightening your hold on his hand, "What? What is it?" You asked, leaning to the side to see that the hall just opened up, dropping into a dark hole; it was at least eight feet or more across. You gulped, feeling a shiver run down your spine as you felt your hands clam up. "Indiana... Please don't tell me we have to cross that." You practically begged, eyes wide as you stared at the deep hole.

"It seems we don't really have a choice, sweetheart." He mumbled, before going straight into action, letting go of your hand and grabbing his whip.

Your mind completely passed over him calling you 'sweetheart', rather thinking about falling down to your death. You bit your lip, "I don't think I can do it, Indiana. I'm not really good with heights... And you know, the whole impending doom of falling down that thing."

Indiana took the torch from your hand, reaching out and dropping it into the deep depths, watching it as it fell down and down… Indiana then swung his whip as best as he could, before aiming it at a small beam on the ceiling. Tugging it, Indiana turned to you, offering his hand to you. "You can do this. Just hold onto me tight." He softly commanded. You let out a shaky breath, before grabbing Indiana's hand with a death grip. Pulling you closer, Indiana wrapped his arm around your waist, "Don't look down." He whispered, his breath hot against your ear as he gripped your waist tighter.

Digging your head into his shoulder, you shut your eyes tight. Taking a step forward, Indiana pushed off from the ground; swinging across. You squeezed tighter as you felt the wind move across your hair and face, your stomach flipping as your feet left the ground. Soon though, your feet touched the ground, but you kept your arms around Indiana, clinging to him. You peeked open an eye, taking in the view of your surroundings.

"Are you alright?" He questioned, turning to face you as you slowly released your hold on him.

You felt your heart thumping in your chest as you looked up at him. He was so close. If you only leaned in a little bit more-

You gave a nod, "Yeah, but I am never doing that again." You let out, making Indiana laugh lightly as he tugged his whip down, letting go of your waist but taking your hand again as you walked down the next hall, but not before grabbing another torch.

This hall was larger, far more spacious, allowing Indiana to walk beside you; his hand dropping from yours. You frowned slightly, missing his hand in yours as you clenched your hands briefly before looking at the walls. You could make out most of the inscriptions, catching a passage but you were quick to get distracted. You turned yet again down another hall, making you sigh. It felt like you had been walking on the slight slope for hours and your knees were beginning to ache. When really, it had been only a couple of minutes and your knees were aching. Right when you were about to say something, you paused to see two beautifully designed statues holding up the entranceway, and two perfectly carved snakes on each wall.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Indiana muttered, looking at the architecture in awe.

"Impeccably so," You responded in kind, looking at the statues. One of them was holding some sort of animal, but you couldn't figure it out. A couple of meters ahead of you stood a pedestal, sitting upon it was a golden coffin, your face brightened as you pointed to it.

"We found it!" You exclaimed, taking his hand and dragging him further into the tomb. Before you, the tomb sat on a large pillar, carved to look like snake scales, dropping off with a large gap between you and it. Behind the tomb was the treasure, the treasure of the forgotten Prince. Golden vases and goblets. Thousands of jewels were overflowing a giant golden chest, and golden coins laying on the ground. With a joyful smile, you turned to Indiana, his own lips turned up in a smile as he looked at the tomb. You had done it; you had actually uncovered an ancient Egyptian tomb. A Prince, not to mention. You were over the moon.

Suddenly, you heard a loud explosion of some kind, watching as the wall nearest to the treasure blasted apart, smoke flying in the air as you stepped closer to Indiana, flinching at the loud noise. Pausing, you heard slow clapping, seeing Monty, and a couple of his men as the smoke dissipated into the air. They held guns as they stepped over the rubble. As did Monty, holding it by his pinkie as he clapped; a smirk on his face. "Well done, Doctors. Well done."

"Are you crazy!?" Indiana exclaimed angrily, "You just ruined thousand-year-old history!"

Monty scoffed, gesturing with his hand, his men rushed over, grabbing armfuls of the treasure. "I want to thank you two. If it weren't for your knowledge of the treasure and your knowledge of Forensic Archaeology, I wouldn't have found the treasure. I do have to give you two credit. After all, you did lead me straight to it." He laughed evilly, before pointing his gun at the two of you. "Now, if you'd like to take a glance down, you'll see your future, and well, your end." You glared up at the man, seeing red. He used you. Both of you.

You leaned over slightly to see that you were standing above a pit of snakes. Hundreds, thousands of snakes, slithering; crawling over each other. Your heart started to pound rapidly inside of your chest, and your breaths became shallow. This wasn't how you expected this adventure to end.

"Snakes... Why is it always snakes?" Indiana mumbled to himself, seemingly frightened as his terror-filled brown eyes stared down at the evil beneath him.

"I did actually read something about how the Prince really liked snakes back in the hall." You spoke up, Indiana turning to you with narrowed eyes. “He even had a pet snake named Hathor.”

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, frustratedly as you shrugged.

"The pet snake? I didn't think it was a big deal.” You shrugged, making Indiana shake his head, looking down at you.

“No, about the pit of snakes.” He answered back, annoyed, and your eyes widened slightly as you ‘oohed.’

“Oooh, I thought if they had put anything down here it would've been dead already. But I can see how if they put enough down there, they could procreate... But what would they eat?" You ranted slightly and Indiana rubbed his face.

"Each other, sweetheart."

Monty became more and more irritated as you both bantered back and forth, physically shaking, "Shut up! Both of you!" He yelled, shooting his gun at the ceiling, but you both ignored him.

You scrunched up your nose. "But do you know if they have those types of snakes down there? I mean, when I looked, I saw a King Cobra, but I don't think snakes eat each other, even in times of hardship."

“I have no idea, Y/N, I’m not a snake professor.” Indiana sighed, rubbing a hand down his face.

"Shut up!" Monty yelled out again, in red rage before he aimed his gun and shot out.

You watched in a sort of slow-motion as Indiana clutched his shoulder, blood seeping through his dirtied shirt as he toppled over, falling down into the snake pit.

"Indy!" You cried out, eyes wide in shock and fear. Not really thinking, you jumped down, landing in the sand that didn't have any snakes, but on your side, making you wince. That was definitely going to leave a bruise.

"That was a very foolish thing to do, Doctor. Do you know how many poisonous creatures are in this pit? I should shoot you, but I guess I will allow you to live." Monty spoke, voice low and threatening. You looked up at him, as he just laughed, gesturing for his men to hurry up. "No hard feelings!" He called down to you as he left the temple with his men, carrying bags of artifacts.

You quickly stood up, looking around, spotting Indy's torch near you. Grabbing it, you found Indy standing in his own clear section, surrounded by snakes. Thinking quickly, you measured the distance between yourself and Indy; forming a plan. "Snakes don't like fire, right?" You called to him, watching as you moved the torch around, the snakes backing away from you as they hissed.

"They hate it!" Indiana yelled back, the snakes getting incredibly closer to him.

Concentrating, you tossed your torch in the middle of the snakes blocking you from Indiana. The snakes hit with the flames hissed and quickly slithered away, leaving a good amount of empty ground for you. Indiana watched you as you took a couple of steps back before sprinting forward, jumping into a front flip and landing in the small circle you made with your torch. Picking it up, you tossed it to Indiana, who quickly grabbed it as you landed another flip into his circle.

"Where did you learn that?" He asked as you looked around at the snakes.

"My mother, now do you have a plan?" You asked as he waved the torch at the snakes, making them back off.

"No, do you?" He asked and you looked around the room, noticing four large pillars in the corners. Looking at the ceiling, you found that it was cracking, from the bullet Monty had shot at it. You watched as it began to crumble, giving you an idea.

"Yeah, and you're not going to like it." You spoke, noticing most of the pillars had snakes creeping along them. The drop from where you had been was only maybe a fifteen-foot drop, too high to reach but the pillars had deep grooves that you could use. "Indiana, follow me." You instructed before you took a running jump and grabbed onto the pillar. Similar to rock climbing, you used your upper body strength to push yourself up and grab another deep groove, pulling yourself up. Looking down, you weren't more than nine feet off the ground.

Indiana looked up at you before he dropped the torch, running up and grabbing the first groove before pulling himself up to the next one beside you. "What now?" He asked, wincing from the pain in his shoulder as your chest heaved and you looked up.

"I don't know, i'm making up this stuff as I go. Maybe we could keep climbing until we get to the top. Idiot Monty shot the column, it's unstable. We can slide around to the back and push it off the wall."

"Do you really think we can push a thousand-pound rock?" Indiana asked as you shrugged, climbing higher.

"We got to try, and I don't know about you, but I'd rather not be snake food."

Carefully, you both climbed up, moving against the wall. Pushing your backs against it, you put your feet against the pillar, pushing with everything you had. Hearing a loud rumbling, you opened your eyes to see the ceiling crumbling away, the pillar began to shake as it broke away from the stone. You watched as it began to fall, jumping down and running along the falling column, Indiana running close behind as the large sculpted stone hit the Prince's tomb, crashing into it harshly.

"Sorry, your highness!" You cried out as Indiana took your hand. Before running up the ramp you made out of the pillar and jumped over the large chasm, over the snakes; landing brutally on your sides.

You sat up with a wince, holding onto your side as you watched the sculpted pillar that the tomb was on slowly crumb, before falling down into the pit of snakes, the tomb going with it.

"At least he's with his snakes." You grimaced, as Indiana let out a deep breath, his chest heaved, sweat covering his brow and his forehead. You stood up with a grunt and helped him up, smiling weakly.

"That was quite a leap you made there." He groaned, your arms wrapping his arm over your shoulder, leading him through the hole Monty and his men made with their explosives.

"And you, you survived a pit of snakes." You praised, carefully making it over the broken pieces of wall.

"Wouldn't be the first." He hissed in pain through his teeth, a smile on his face nonetheless.

~~~

Making it to the surface, you let out a sigh of relief, before turning to look up at Indiana. "Are you alright, Indy?"

"You called me Indy?" He asked, looking down at you, a small smiling forming on your lips.

"I also did when you got shot, but that doesn't matter right now. If you're fine, we need to get to Monty, and get that gold back."

"You're the boss, honey." He replied back as you began to walk to Cairo. Indiana turned down to look at you, noticing your little freckles and the way your lashes caressed the tops of your cheeks. "You didn't tell me off for that one." He noticed and you hummed, staring up ahead.

"I guess I don't mind that one." You confessed quietly, making Indiana smile proudly before it slowly faltered as he heard a car in the distance. Ahead, you watched as a car drove towards you, stopping a couple of feet away.

"Jawhara!" A voice called, making you smile seeing Sallah in the driver's seat. You quickly rushed over, helping Indiana in as you took the passenger seat.

"Sal! How did you find us?" You asked, pleasantly surprised as Sallah began to speed back to Cairo.

"I was out in town and watched those excavators leave but without you. Knew you and Indiana were in trouble." He spoke as he carefully weaved his way past people.

"Thank you, Sallah," Indiana spoke up from the back and Sallah nodded his head, catching a glimpse of Indy in the mirror.

“So, what happened?” Sallah asked as he speed down the sandy dunes, the trip bumpy as you held onto the seat, your other hand pressed firmly into the van’s ceiling.

“Shaw tried to kill us with a snake pit.” You answered, making Sallah laugh heartily.

“Ah! Typical. Must have been terrible for Indy. Hating snakes and all. But, I am glad you both made it out alive!”

You looked behind you to Indiana, a small smirk on your face. “You hate snakes? Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked him as he grimaced just thinking about the slithering reptile.

“Why would I? Just thinking about them…” Indiana shivered.

You turned back to Sallah, “Thank you again, Sal.”

"Anything for Indiana Jones and my Jawhara!"

Sallah sped down the desert, somehow being able to catch up to the plane before it went into the air. Sallah stopped a little ways away as Indiana pulled his gun from his belt, checking the bullets before he hopped out of the car. You opened the glove compartment and grabbed Sallah's gun, before doing the same. Getting low, you rushed up to Indiana behind a giant boulder, holding your gun close as you both peeked out from behind the rock.

"How many?" You asked softly, as Indiana counted the men, watching as they slowly packed away the gold in the plane.

"Eight?" He asked, more as a question. "Don't get killed." He then said, turning down to look at you.

You just looked up at him with a smile, "Not planning to." You promised, giving him a wink.

Quickly, you and Indiana began your assault, taking down as many men as you could from behind your spot, the men firing back. You were able to hit three of them, sending them down before they could reload.

"This isn't working." One of the men shouted and you looked up just in time to watch him take out a grenade, pulling out the clip with his teeth.

Quickly, you ducked behind the boulder, sand flying in the air before the sound of gunfire. You looked down at your gun, it had jammed. And beside you, Indiana was gone, making your eyes widen and your heart pound in your chest. Looking over the boulder, you watched him storm the plane, taking out the rest of the man. You let out a sigh as Indiana swerved around a man's punch, before knocking the man out. How he got on top of the plan, you'd probably never know.

But you knew this wasn't the time to wonder about it, so while the last two men were busy with Indiana, you before rushing inside the plane. Inside, you paused, finding the stolen treasure. You knew you couldn't grab all of it, so once all the yelling, fighting, and gunfire stopped, you peeked your head out of the plane.

Indiana walked over slowly, stumbling slightly as he made it to the plane's stairs, leaning up against it as he looked up at you. "Is it all there?" He asked, his hand gripping his shoulder, covered in dry blood.

You nodded with a bright smile, "Yeah, it's all here." You breathed out, "It's here."

~~~

In the spare bedroom of Sallah's home, you dipped a cool cloth into a bowl of water, rinsing, and squeezing it out. Reaching over, you gently dabbed Indiana's wound. Well, it wasn't really a wound, the bullet barely grazed him; though he was bleeding a lot. You were trying not to get distracted by Indiana's chest, his bare chest and stomach that was exposed; to easily access the wound. Glancing up, you watched as his face scrunched up in pain, wincing again. "I'm sorry..." You apologized softly, pressing lightly on the area again. You glanced back to Indiana's face and felt your cheeks heat up slightly before your eyes wandered to a small bruise forming on his cheek.

Reaching out, you gently touched his skin, feeling how warm it was underneath your fingers. You swallowed nervously, trying to avoid eye contact as your finger trailed across the bruise before finally looking up at him. His eyes were closed, as he softly nudged his cheek into your hand; his own reaching up and gently holding your wrist.

"I'm fine. Always am. You have nothing to be sorry for." Indiana whispered, his eyes slowly opening, looking into yours intently.

"If I hadn't-"

"Don't start that again." He interjected, making your eyebrows furrow. "Stop beating yourself up over it, please."

"But if I had stopped talking about the snake..." You muttered only for him to interrupt you again, dipping the rag in the dirtying water again.

“What do you think would have happened? We still would've fallen into that pit; if anything I'm the one who should be apologizing." Indiana argued as you squeezed out the water.

"But you didn't do anything." You stated quietly, "Can we just drop this? We have already established that we are both stubborn. We won’t get anywhere fighting…" You commented, pressing the rag to his wound, making some progress as you finally cleared up all the blood, dirt, and sweat. Your words hung in the air between you, as you glanced up to meet his brown eyes. Your hand slowly fell from his shoulder, as you gazed into his eyes. His eyes flickered down at your lips, his thumb slowly rubbing your wrist until your skin warmed under his touch.

Indiana looked at you, the sun's rays shining down on you, illuminating your features. The sunlight glistened on your smooth face, making it seem like you were glowing under the light. You were breathtaking; stunning. Even with sand in your hair and a smudge of dirt on your face; you were heart-stopping. Indy's eyes widened a fraction of an inch and before he realized what he was doing, his thumb slipped from your wrist, brushing your skin softly as he reached over. Your breath hitched in your throat as he brushed a stray strand of hair out of your face, pushing some of it behind your ear. Your heart pounded loudly in your ears as you stared into the brown orbs of his. His gaze softens, his fingers running down your cheek and resting on your neck. You leaned closer to him, your lips almost touching as he stared into your eyes.

The world seemed to go silent as he lowered his head down to yours. It seemed like time slowed down, as he softly brushed his lips against yours, a small spark igniting inside of you. Your hands found their place in his hair, your fingertips lightly stroking through his silky locks as you deepened the kiss, knocking his precious hat off his head. After a moment, you parted, breathing heavily as you gazed into each other's eyes. You were both quiet, neither one daring to move, scared that any sudden movement would ruin the moment. So you kept gazing into each others' eyes, admiring the way the sunset brought out his eyes, the way his eyelashes brushed his cheeks, and the way his mouth curved into a slight smile, his forehead pressed against yours.

The sounds of people outside in the streets, going to and from businesses and shops, Indiana finally breaking the silence, "You're beautiful," He murmured, his hand moving to cup your face as he stared into your eyes with such intensity you felt you might drown in his stare.

You felt your cheeks flush and you closed your eyes as you leaned forward and kissed his palm. "You're a charmer, Jonesy." You whispered, your eyes fluttering open and gazing into his brown eyes, his smile widening slightly as he cupped your cheek. "Indy?" You then spoke up softly, making Indiana hum in response. "Do you know how to fly that plane?"

Indiana froze for a moment, "No?" He answered, making you laugh a little, nuzzling your nose with his as you pulled away, grabbing the bandages for his wound.

"I had a feeling you wouldn't." You teased, biting your lip, giggling as Indiana narrowed his eyes at you, feigning offense. "I borrowed a phone while I was grabbing the bandages. We'll be out of Cairo and back in Connecticut tomorrow night. And I have a van that will be sending all the Prince's treasure to both the National Museum and the Smithsonian." You explained, wrapping the bandage around his upper arm.

Indiana's eyes lit up, a huge grin appearing on his face, "Oh, honey," He breathed out softly, "Could you be any more perfect?” He asked as you just rolled your eyes.

~~~

Standing beside you, suitcases packed and at your sides, you waited for the plane to arrive. You both had said goodbye to Sallah, his wife, and the kids. Promising to write and visit as much as possible. Indiana tugged you closer into his side, his arm wrapped securely around your waist as the wind began to pick up slightly as you watched an airplane slowly land. Indiana held his hat down as the plane slid to a stop a couple of meters away. The plane's propeller slowly spun to a stop as the door opened, and an older man with a thick gray beard stepped out. In spotting you, he smiled rushing over. You did the same, pulling your father into your arms.

Indiana watched in a form of awe as you smiled at the man before turning around and smiling over at him.

"Come on, Indy. Let's go home."

Without wasting another second, Indiana grabbed the suitcases, following you to the plane. And as he sat beside you, being introduced to your father, Indiana couldn't help but wonder... What new adventures were in store for him?

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