A quiet snap, a whip hung across a clothes line, a jump from a fire escape.
WHAM!
Indy collided with the side of the concrete apartment.
He'd missed the window.
The whip hung behind him, dancing in a slow coiled movement.
Indy grimaced, "Gotta get my eyes checked. Or my aim."
He hung onto the window frame by his fingers, his boots searching for a foothold.
Clump.
Indy watched as the window started to slide shut.
Suddenly the window moved upward as two small hands struggled with it.
Indy stared into the adorable face of his five year old granddaughter.
Laurel Dawson leaned out the window with sass befitting Marion Ravenwood and informed him: "If you're Santa Claus, you missed the chimney."
Indy hoisted himself up – and she slammed the window on his fingers.
Across the city, Marion tilted her head, looking up from stealing a KBG car. A grin flickered across her face as she listened to the familiar masculine yelp.
Mac looked up in surprise. "What was that?"
Marion returned to manipulating the lock. "Oh... that was Jones... being a big baby again."
Laurel opened the window. Indy's face was contorted into a grimace.
"What?" she asked in response to his masculine howl of pain.
Indy uncurled his face from grimace to wince as his fingers started throbbing. "Dear child, you are your grandmother."
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The Sidenstrasse Tapestry: An Indiana Jones Fan-Fiction
FanficIn 1945 archaeologist Indiana Jones was called on one last mission. Now, even in 1960, it haunts him as his youngest daughter, Emily Jones - just as rough and tumble and skilled in handling trouble as her father - scrambles after his legacy to pro...
