Indy's Shadow

Indiana Jones vignette

Title: Packing for Peru
Timeframe: Pre-Kingdom of the Crystal Skull
Characters: Marion Ravenwood and others
Genre: Vignette
Summary: Spoilers and speculation of what might have happened several months before KotCS
A/N: I paged through the new “Ultimate Guide to Indiana Jones” at the bookstore yesterday, and this vignette flashed into my head.


Packing for Peru

He sat on the corner of his mother’s bed, absently twirling his switchblade as he watched her pack.

“Aren’t you ever going to take that jacket off?” she asked, moving from her dresser to the suitcase and back again.

He shrugged. “It’s cool, Mom.”

Marion shook her. Chicago was sweltering from temperatures in the high eighties, and her son said he was “cool” in his black leather jacket. “Well the plants don’t really like this heat, so make sure you water them.”

“Okay,” he nodded, paying more attention to the switchblade spinning in his fingers than his mother.

“And keep up your studies. I don’t want you wandering off to the movie theater every time you have trouble with your homework.”

“Okay.” He tossed the switchblade across the room, sticking it in a shelf filled with trinkets collected by his grandfather.

“Hey! Careful where you’re throwing that thing, mister.”

“Sorry, Mom,” he said, getting up to retrieve the knife. A jade carving on the shelf the size of his fist caught his attention. “Are the eyes on this sculpture real rubies?”

“Yes, and don’t even think about pawning it off,” Marion said, finally closing the suitcase.

He pulled the knife out of the shelf and put his hands in his pockets. “Wasn’t going to.”

A car-horn blared from outside. “Marion!”

She stuck her head out the window. “I’ll be right down, Ox!”

She turned to her son and put her hands on her hips. “Now, we should only be in Peru three or four months. If you don’t hear from me in at least six months---.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, Mom. You say the same thing every time you go on one of your little adventures.”

Marion sighed. “Alright, smart guy, what are you suppose to do if you don’t hear from me in six months?”

“I’m suppose to contact a Professor Jones at Marshall College in Connecticut.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s the only person you trust that can get you out of whatever mess you’ve gotten yourself into.”

Marion nodded. “Right, but don’t tell him that, clear?”

“Clear.”

“And if any government agents show up?”

“This is the part I don’t get,” he said. “Why would government agents come looking for you?”

“They just may, alright? What do you do if they show up?”

He sighed. “Be polite, honest, and once they’re gone, go to Professor Jones.”

The car-horn honked again. “Our train leaves in less than an hour, Marion!”

Marion ignored her friend and reached for her son. “Don’t get into too much trouble while I’m away, Henry,” she ordered, hugging him tight.

“Mom, please don’t call me that,” he said, awkwardly putting his arms around her.

She pulled back and smiled at her son, a hint of secret amusement in her eyes. “Okay, Mutt.”

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I guess Mutt is Shia?

That was cool.
I liked the contact Professor Jones part.;)



Yep, Shia is Mutt, although his relationship to Marion is somewhat speculation. I'm 90% sure he's her son, but I won't be 100% until I see the movie.
I've seen that movie so many times that I could practically recite it by heart.

With the accents.

Including Elsa's!

Thanks for the comments on the vignette, btw.
That is impressive *lol*

What was funny was I hadn't seen it in years and the movie was coming back to me as I was watching it.

You're welcome.