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The streets of Fandom - Thursday Morning

Marion and Mutt had arrived in Fandom early Thursday morning. One was very tired and wanted a nap and the other was a three year old boy. Marion noticed some very weird and very confusing differences about the town already but just assumed she had entered one of those experimental "towns of the future" type of deals. She didn't mind. Booze worked the same no matter where you are. But before she could worry about her new job, she needed to worry about finding that damn apartment building...

"Look, Mommy, look!" Mutt said, pointing at a very colorful gremlin that was grumpily walking by.

Marion was too distracted by a map of the town to notice. "Not now, honey..."

[And Marion and Mutt have arrived. Open!]

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As it so happened Indy just happened to be on his way to the perk that morning when he just happened to turn down a certain street at a certain time.

Funny how that happens.

At first he didn't pay attention to the mother and son but when he heard her speak... Oh yes. He knew that voice.

He turned and looked at the woman, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.

Nah. Couldn't be.

"Marion?" He asked, his voice cracking in disbelief.

Marion stopped so suddenly that Mutt crashed into the back of her legs. Of course. We couldn't make this too easy, could we?

"Indiana Jones," Marion said as she turned to face him. There was a smile on her face but the look in her eyes showed that she was anything but pleased.

"Marion?"

It was just confusion now. Which is probably why he saw the smile and not the look in her eyes. He returned the smile and pushed his hat back a bit. How the hell did she end up here?

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, you know, it got kind of boring in the city so I decided to go out, try new things..." Marion, of course, used the question to move closer to Indy without actually looking like she wanted to punch him in the face. Which is what she really wanted to do.

"You left me again!" she snapped, throwing a fist out to punch him in the jaw.

The punch sent Indy's head snapping to the side and he winced involuntarily in pain. Ow!

"Give it a rest, Marion," he growled as he rubbed his jaw. "You knew it wasn't going to work between us."

That only made Marion angrier. Which wasn't really good news for Indy.

"You left me a week before our wedding!" And there she went trying to punch him again, this time on the other side of his face.

Mutt saw from his mother's reaction that clearly this was a very bad man. So he did what his mother taught him to do when bad men were around. He ran up and tried to kick Indy in the shins.

The punch was bad enough but the kick to shins was completely unexpected. The combination of the two sent Indy backward where he hit the ground hard.

"You think that was easy for me?" he snapped as he tried to push himself off the ground. "I told you I was sorry!"

"Oh yeah, sorry, that made everything better," she said, deciding that, for now, Indy had suffered enough physical abuse. Marion put her hand on Mutt's head and ruffled his hair proudly. "You're lucky the kid is around, Jones, otherwise I'd tell you what I really think of your sorry."

The shock of seeing Marion and... well, the pummeling had made Indy overlook the kid earlier but now.

"Yeah, right," he said sarcastically. "Because you're so good at keeping your opinions to yourself."

He gave the kid the once over and then looked at Marion and then back at the kid. "Nice, kick," he said trying to be complimentary. "Who do you belong to?"

Mutt clung to his mother's pant leg at being addressed by the bad man but gave Indy a nice, healthy glare. That's what the man gets for making his mother angry.

"He belongs to me," Marion said simply. The rest wasn't important. Well, wasn't important in her mind anyway.

Indy finally managed to push himself off the ground, doing a small double take at the strength of the kid's glare.

"Little doubt of that," he grumbled as he rubbed his jaw again. "He's got your knack for saying hello."

"He's a smart kid; he knows a jerk when he sees one," Marion said lightly. Jerk wasn't the word she wanted to use but she had been doing her best to keep the cursing down to a minimum since Mutt had been old enough to repeat things.

Indiana bit back a sarcastic remark that no doubt would have gotten punched/kicked again.

"Good to know," he grumbled in reply and then fixed Marion with a look. "What are you doing here, Marion?"

"I'm looking to raise Mutt in a small town. I got a job working at the bar in town," she said, shrugging. "What are you doing here?"

"I work here," Indiana replied jabbing his thumb up at the school. "Have been since the beginning of September."

He frowned a little. Probably best not to mention how he got here.

"Look, I know I'm not your favorite person but at least let me help you out. Where are you trying to go?"

Marion sighed, caught between not ever wanting help from Indiana Jones again and desperately wanting to get her affairs in order so she could unpack her and Mutt's stuff. Eventually she gave in, like always.

"The...something Harris Apartments," she said, afraid of mangling the word Malchanceux horribly.

"Malchanceux," he pronounced for her and then proceeded to rattle off some simple directions. When he was done he looked at her feeling both guilty and regretful but also knowing she didn't want any part of that from him.

However he couldn't just let her walk away without knowing more about this place.

"Look, Marion, I don't know what they told you about this town but... This place? It isn't normal."

"Of course it's not," Marion said. "You're here."

Indiana let out a short exasperated sigh and then gave her a nasty smirk.

"Fine!" he snapped. "Don't listen to me. From what I remember, you're pretty good at that."

"Why should I listen to you? You've done nothing but bring me trouble," she replied. "I can handle anything this town throws at me, including you."

"Good luck with that, doll," he snarked back. "I'll remember you said that."

He was definitely heading to the bar to get her reaction to the zombies.

"You're impossible, Jones, you know that?" Marion said, shaking her head. She reached down to take her son's hand. "Come on, Mutt..."

"I'm impossible?" Indy protested. "Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?"

He shook his head and turned to leave, "Whatever, sweetheart. Good luck with your job."

Yes. Definitely going to be there when she discovered the zombies.

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The streets of Fandom - Thursday Morning

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