The Sidenstrasse Tapestry: An Indiana Jones Fan-Fiction

Chapter 72 Museum Basement, Communist Sector, Berlin 1960

Indy squinted against the flames. "Emmaline Henrietta Ravenwood Jones Junior! If you go after that scroll I'll ground you for the rest of your life!"

"You sound like Grandpa," Emily replied, ignoring Indy.

Indy coughed in bewilderment, while Marion looked bemused. 

"I just called my daughter Junior, and it didn't work," he muttered in shock.

Marion smiled. "We all have days when we turn into our parents. Em's proof that it works well sometimes. But you admitted that she takes after me."

"Dad!" Emily was searching for a way through the growing flames. "We named the dog Junior!"

The smoke was thick and there was the smell of burning flesh. Emily coughed, and tripped, falling in Dyistock's blood, tripping over his headless corpse, choking and coughing for air.

Fire warmed her bare skin – she couldn't feel it. She was too tired, too warm, too –

It was there. The scroll, and dots... lots of dots. They floated in different colors before her eyes. She choked. The scroll, the tomb, the fire, the blood – THE SCROLL!

Fire came, curiously, flickering toward it.

A shadow came to her, making certain that he could be seen. "C'mon Emily. Leave it."

"No!" Emily coughed. "GET AWAY! You can't have it!" Her shaking hand grabbed the scroll, snatching it from the flames. "I need it!"

"Emily, you've got it. It's me, Jake."

Indy watched the figure in a fedora and trench coat hoist his daughter onto his shoulders.

"JAKE?! EM?!" Indy yelled, holding Marion in his arms.

"I GOT HER, DR. JONES!" Jake called back, through the thick smoke.

Indy held Marion closer. "Ready honey? I never did get to carry you over the threshold."

"Shut up, Jones," Marion coughed.

Indy threw his jacket over their heads and they jumped.