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By Gables
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of
these characters, I believe that NBC has the official right to manipulate these
characters, but like others, I like to wonder what they would do in *my* world.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, I believe that NBC has the official
right to manipulate these characters, but like others, I like to wonder what
they would do in *my* world. Indiana Jones belongs to Lucas Films, just another
fan here, don't sue. <G> Please do not archive without my permission. (at
the very least you'll guarantee another hit on your site :)
Author's Note: Hi all, This is a sequel to "Never Stand on the X"
well, maybe not a sequel, but I've got a bit of a theme going here. BTW '//'
means that the movie characters are talking-Gables
Detroit,
Michigan
Jarod
sat with his arm around Kim. After their first dinner date, they began to see
each other more often, at least when he was in town. Tonight they were at his
apartment watching movies. She was disappointed that he actually wanted to
watch the movies, but figured it was ok, because he *should* see the Indiana
Jones trilogy. Of course, she didn’t
plan on watching all three of them tonight. He had checked out all three and
the movie marathon began.
Jarod
looked down at Kim and realized that she was asleep. He adjusted his body so
that she could be more comfortable, but the movement woke her up instead.
“Has
he saved the day yet?”
“No,
The Last Crusade just began.”
She
yawned and tried to snuggle close to him hoping that he’d get the hint. Jarod
relaxed when she moved and turned his attention back to the TV. Dr. Jones was
lecturing to his class about what archeology really is. Jarod laughed to
himself when he saw how oblivious Dr. Jones was to the girls who were staring
wide eyed at him.
//Archeology
is the search for fact – Not truth. So forget any ideas you have about lost
cities…//
Jarod
nodded. Kim looked up at him.
“You’ve
been an archeologist too?”
Jarod
mysteriously smiled, “I’ve done some digging to search for some facts about the
past.”
//…We
do not follow maps to buried treasure, and X never, never, marks the spot.//
Jarod
laughed.
“Now
what?”
“Sometimes
it does.”
Same
time
Abandoned
Warehouse
Miss
Parker, Broots and Sydney arrived to Jarod’s latest lair, again too late to
catch him. The warehouse’s main feature was a raised platform about eight feet
off the ground. Miss Parker climbed up the ladder and stood in the middle of
the square platform, arms on hips looking down at her colleagues.
“Any
ideas why Jarod is building his own stage Syd?” She stated with a hint of
disgust.
“Perhaps
Jarod just wants to look at the world from a new view.”
“He
can just as easily from atop a box in the Centre.”
Broots
walked around the box and noticed what looked like a door.
“Miss
Parker? I think I found something.”
Before
she could move, Broots tugged on the door, it didn’t open, but he and Sydney
heard a squeak, and then a thud.
“BROOTS!
YOU MORON!”
Broots
looked up to see why Miss Parker was yelling at him, but realized that she wasn’t
on top of the box anymore.
“Uh
Miss Parker? Where are you?”
“Inside
the box you IDIOT! I fell though a trap door!”
From
inside the box, Miss Parker could see only two things. First was the rope that had been the link
from the door that Broots pulled to the latch under the trapdoor. When he had
pulled the door the rope was pulled too and the fragile knot was yanked undone.
That’s when the trapdoor gave way. The second thing she saw was the trap door,
swaying back and forth, slightly squeaking, with a big red ‘X’ painted on it.
“Miss
Parker, are you alright?” Sydney’s calm voice came in through the opening.
She
looked up at him, and instead of being calmer, she got even madder. Sydney was laughing at her! That’s when she
realized all of what happened. When she fell thought the trap door, her fall
was momentarily stopped by a tarp. The tarp quick gave way and then she fell
onto a pile of feathers.
Seeing
the feathers, it was no surprise to see that the tarp’s purpose was not only to
slow her down, but to also coat her in honey. When she hit the pile, feathers
were launched into the air and came down, sticking to her honey-covered
clothes. Jarod had effectively tar and feathered her.
Broots
tried the door again, but still nothing happened. Miss Parker walked over to
the other side and unlatched it with a disgusted flick of her hand. She swung
the door open, almost hitting the techie, and stormed out.
Broots
looked up at Sydney, who was still standing on the box. He hoped that his
normally somber friend could stop the laughter that was about to erupt at the
expense of his boss. Sydney was hoping the same thing. Both failed.
Miss
Parker stopped walking and turned slowly around. She glared at them, “If I
*ever* hear about this again, you two will be covered with honey and sharp
thorns!”
Broots
and Sydney stopped laughing at her words. However, once she left, and they
began to survey what Jarod left behind, they started laughing again.
End