Post by Jessy on Jul 2, 2006 1:05:32 GMT -5
Just so you know, no freaking idea where this came from. It just randomly hitched a ride in my head. As you can see the ride was quite bumpy as it's turned out a little... well, a little crappy. So, yeah. Weird... Bout pg13 I guess, but depending on when I next get possessed, the rating may change.
It was New York, 1942. The sun that beat down overhead seemed swelteringly hot, especially to the man who had just spent an infuriating day teaching in the stuffy classrooms of Barnett College. The dark suit Dr Jones was wearing didn't help much either when it came to cooling down. He was, like every other man in New York, currently looking forward to a cold, refreshing drink the moment he got home.
However, that was before he bumped into her. Or rather, she bumped into him, knocking his briefcase and the white cardigan that hung loosely around her shoulders to the pavement. A girl, or rather, a young woman, with blonde hair and green eyes who grabbed his attention immediately. It wasn't because of her looks though. She wasn't in any way stunning, a little on the short side and a bit slimmer than one might have liked. What really caught Indy's attention though was the small pendant that hung round her neck. An inverted cross in gold, with the eyes of Horus seated on the end of the longer arm.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry sir. I just didn't see you," the woman said anxiously, snapping Indy out of what was quickly becoming a stare. He muttered some words of apology, still running over the symbol in his mind as he went on his way. Thus it wasn't until a few moments later as he slid his hands into his pockets that he realised his wallet was gone. Cursing himself for been taken in by such a beginner's trick, he turned on his heel, scanning the crowds for the girl with the white cardigan and setting off after her.
His previous 'adventures' had taught him, if not anything else, how to follow someone unobtrusively, and so he did, waiting until she was in some quieter spot where he could confront her. But boy, did she lead him a merry dance for his troubles. Down alleys, through back-streets, even through shops, always staying just too far ahead. She moved slowly, but quick enough to slip away whenever Indy got closer. She never looked behind her though and Dr Jones was pretty sure she was unaware of him. Pretty sure that is, until she stopped at a dead end in an alley and said, without even looking back,
"I presume you're following me for a reason, Dr Jones? Or do you just like what you see?" She held up the wallet, slowly turning to face him and Indy wished he had his bull whip with him, just to wipe the smirk off her face. He caught it deftly as she threw it to him, glaring at her.
"If you were just going to give it back, why take it?" he grunted, irritated at this forced exercise whilst in a suit under the burning June sun.
"I need your help, Dr Jones. This was the easiest way to get your attention."
"The eas-"
"Don't interrupt me," she snapped sharply, folding her arms. "You've seen the pendant I wear, and perhaps you know its meaning. I am a Seer of the Gatekeeper. There are maybe two of us left now out of hundreds. It was our duty to protect the Arrow, to keep it from the hands of evil, but we failed. It was stolen six months ago from the shrine and since then all of the seers aside from me and another who I cannot speak of, have been hunted down and murdered. The Arrow has fallen into German hands. You must help me recover it." She had gone from smirking desperate in the blink of an eye.
"Which arrow?" Indy asked quickly, his mind running over the possibilities.
"The Arrow of the Blood of Christ. Tipped with the last thorn from the crown Christ wore, the thorn that tasted his blood, with a shaft of the tree Judas hanged himself on. It was crafted by Peter himself and is a weapon of great power. In the hands of the impure it brings death and destruction. Only in the pure one will it bring good. And now it is in Hitler's hands. And he is most definitely not the pure one." The girl's voice was trembling with fear and anger. "You must help me. We only protect the Arrow from evil. If you wish, the Arrow may be preserved in your keeping, as long as it is safe. You must help me. Please."
"Who are you?"
"Jessica Jackson."
Indy didn't know why he eventually gave in. Maybe it was her eyes, the haunted look in them, the way they flicked from shadow to shadow, always watching. He had agreed in the end and knew that it was the right choice just from the way she smiled. So now here he was, waiting for her so they could board their flight to London and from there, to Germany. Having ditched the suit he was now in his working clothes, Betsy proudly seated in its rightful place, like the bull whip on his hip.
When she showed up, a few minutes later, he was not impressed. She was still wearing the cardigan and flowered skirt she'd had earlier and it gave her a fuzzy look. Along with her blonde hair she looked more like a doll than a protector of a sacred artifact. He folded his arms as she approached, grinning and opening his mouth to give a sarcastic comment.
"Not one word!"
"But-"
"Not one, Jones."
"Just one."
"Fine. One."
"Duck!" The bull whip cracked out, flicking away the throwing knife that had been heading straight for Jessica's back. He helped the shaking girl up as they both staggered into a run across the tarmac to the small plane that was to carry them to England. Pushing her before him Indy bundled her inside, quickly following and slamming the door behind them.
"Well, wasn't that fun. Thanks, Doctor Jones," Jessica murmured, breathing deeply as the plane's engine roared into life below them.
"Call me Indiana, Miss Jackson."
"Only if you call me Jessica."
He broke into a grin, leaning back. "Deal."
It only took five minutes before they were yelling at each other. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SUGGESTING ABOUT BLONDES?"
"NOT BLONDES, JUST YOU!"
"What?"
"You won't stand a chance in Germany. Just look how you acted back there."
"Give me a gun and you'll see just how well I handle myself," Jessica growled dangerously.
"Sure, whatever honey."
"You infuriating, arrogant layabout!"
Indy merely grinned, tilted his hat over his eyes and tried to go to sleep. With an infuriated sight, Jessica followed suit.
London, England. In perfect contrast to New York it was, of course, raining when the pair arrived. A summer storm crashed overhead as the two shared a taxi to the hotel Indy had booked. To Indy's eyes it all seemed very grey. The road was grey, the sky was grey, the buildings were grey, hell, even the people were grey. Here and there remnants of the Blitz only a year before could be seen and the people still had an anxious look about them, flinching at the thunder.
When they eventually reached the hotel, they were met with a slight error. The Concierge looked helplessly across the desk at them as he tried to explain the situation. "I'm sorry sir, you only booked one room."
"I booked two. Check again."
"Sir, really, it was only one room. Even if you require another, I'm afraid we are full."
"I can't believe you, Jones! Honestly, men!" Irritated, she reverted to his last name, her hands on her hips, glaring at him obstinately.
"I'm sorry, Jackson, but this isn't my fault," Indy replied, gritting his teeth and grimacing. Women! Why did they have to be so bloody touchy!
When they finally accepted that there was only one room and had gone to it another argument ensued.
"You take the bed."
"No, you take it, old man."
"Don't call me old! You take it."
"No!"
"I suppose we could-"
"NO! I will never, ever, EVER share a bed with you, Indiana Jones. I'm taking the floor." And that was the end of it. Jessica did take the floor and had an uncomfortable night for it whilst Indy took the bed, sleeping like a baby. In the morning Indy felt guilty when he saw the dark circles under her eyes and quietly went to shave. She dressed whilst he was in the bathroom and vice versa so it was not until they were in the transport Jessica had arranged to take them to Germany that either spoke.
"So, why did you become a Seer of the Gatekeeper?" Indy asked slowly, stretching like a cat in the confined space.
"You don't choose, you are chosen. I had the Sight, up until the Arrow was stolen. I merely knew and was summoned. There is no choice when it comes to becoming a guardian of anything. You don't think, you just do it, because you know." Her eyes drifted shut and Indy realised just how little sleep she'd had. Even as he watched her head drooped and she fell fast asleep.
She woke just before they had to leave. The plane, its engine close to silent swooped over the forests bordered Germany and France and two lone figures jumped perilously into the canopies of the trees, practically falling the distance to the ground.
Indiana, having hit his head on the decent groggily stood up a few minutes after the fall to find that Jessica had vanished. "Typical of the damned girl Cursing, he stumbled through the trees to find himself face to face with a pair of Germans patrolling. Almost at once, two rifles were trained on him. His hand went for his bull whip.
"I'll take that," a voice said in clipped German. A definitely female body pressed up against his back as his bull whip was slid from his belt. He grimaced, memories of Elsa returning as the feminine hands slid the pistol from his holster, her own pressed into his other side. However the memories were shot away, literally, as the pair of German soldiers dropped, stunned and most definitely dead. The pistols, still held by the feminine hands, were smoking gently. He turned to find Jessica in full Nazi uniform, right down to the shoes, looking for a moment more like Elsa then he could ever have imagined. Th uniform looked a little tight and Indy couldn't help wondering how the hell she'd gotten hold of it.
"I just knew you'd get captured," she said, smiling and handing him back the bull whip.
"Oh, shut up."
"No, say than-" Indy pushed her up against a tree, into the shadows, his hand over her mouth as a second German patrol passed within ten feet of them. As the marching grew faint, his hand slipped from her mouth to her cheek as he kissed her roughly. "Thanks. Now come on." He turned to see, for the second time that night, a German patrol.
"I'm afraid you two won't be going anywhere. Why, if it isn't Jessy Jackson. We've been looking for you for quite some time. And how kind of you to have brought the infamous Indiana Jones with you. If he touches that whip, shoot the girl," the German commander muttered to the ten soldiers behind him. "Take them to the holding centre."
The holding centre turned out to be the dank, depressing, dungeon one might call it, of a smallish castle in the Rhineland by the name of Dusslet. Indiana currently found himself manacled to the dampish wall, being spoken to by the same odious German commander, Commander Leichter, who had captured him. "Dr Jones, you know what we have in our possession. Unfortunately Miss Jackson retains some valuable information. Will you persuade her to tell us?" Leichter asked, pushing his fat, greasy face close to Indy's.
"She'll choose herself."
"Very well, as you wish, but I'm afraid you have not chosen wisely. Miss Jackson will be here soon. If you say one word to her, or try to move toward her, we will be forced to shoot her." As her was about to leave he handed Indy's bull whip to the soldier who entered with the one holding Jessica. "Now Miss Jackson, you know what we want. Tell us the wood." Jessica spat at him, glaring. "Very well. You leave us no choice."
As Indy watched, Jessica was chained to a pillar in the wall as he was released from his bindings, the commander hissing to him, "One word, Jones, one word and she dies." The soldier raised Indy's bull whip and brought it down with an almighty crack on Jessica. "The wood, Miss Jackson, tell us the wood!"
It was a quarter of an hour before she made a noise but only five minutes later the whimpers had escalated into screams, nonsensical creams that clearly did not answer Leichter's question. Only then did she really notice Indy standing motionless, unable to do anything but watch. Only then did she realise whose whip it was that was drawing untraceable patterns across her back with every crack. She could not see the gunman positioned behind her, halting Indy's movement.
"Jones! Jones, please! Indiana! Indy, please! Indy! Indy!!! INDIANA!!!!" She screamed desperately, trying and failing to understand why he was doing nothing. Indiana tried to ignore her screams, tried not to notice as the material covering her back was ripped to shreds, revealing deep, angry, red, bleeding welts along her skin and tried not to notice as her head slumped forwards, the pain having forced her into unconsciousness,
Then, however, the Germans made a mistake. Both soldiers, the first exhausted from the whipping and the second, just lazy, left the pair alone and most foolishly, left Indy un-manacled. It was just too much bother to them, and he had no weapon. ...Except for the bloodied bull whip left discarded on the floor. What can I say, Nazis can be stupid sometimes. But still, despite having his whip, that left him in a locked, damp, dark room with an unconscious girl.
Stooping, he picked up the whip, coiling it only to find that blood rubbed off onto his hands from the last foot or so. Wiping it down on his trousers, he knelt beside Jessica, gently trying to bring her back into consciousness."Jessica? Jess? Jessica? Come on, Jess, wake up." Obstinately, Jessica refused to show any signs of life and Indy turned his attention to her back. Not a single piece of skin had been left unmarked, welts criss-crossing and overlaying each other in a delicate pattern of reds.
Suddenly the lock clicked and Indiana sprang up, his hand already on his whip. A gruff, familiar voice rang out. " You know, sometimes I really don't know how you get yourself into these situations, Junior."
"Indiana," the younger man growled out automatically. "Wait, Dad?"
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Bleagh! Never speak of this again. I just had to post it to get it out of my head...Bleaugh
It was New York, 1942. The sun that beat down overhead seemed swelteringly hot, especially to the man who had just spent an infuriating day teaching in the stuffy classrooms of Barnett College. The dark suit Dr Jones was wearing didn't help much either when it came to cooling down. He was, like every other man in New York, currently looking forward to a cold, refreshing drink the moment he got home.
However, that was before he bumped into her. Or rather, she bumped into him, knocking his briefcase and the white cardigan that hung loosely around her shoulders to the pavement. A girl, or rather, a young woman, with blonde hair and green eyes who grabbed his attention immediately. It wasn't because of her looks though. She wasn't in any way stunning, a little on the short side and a bit slimmer than one might have liked. What really caught Indy's attention though was the small pendant that hung round her neck. An inverted cross in gold, with the eyes of Horus seated on the end of the longer arm.
"Oh my, I'm so sorry sir. I just didn't see you," the woman said anxiously, snapping Indy out of what was quickly becoming a stare. He muttered some words of apology, still running over the symbol in his mind as he went on his way. Thus it wasn't until a few moments later as he slid his hands into his pockets that he realised his wallet was gone. Cursing himself for been taken in by such a beginner's trick, he turned on his heel, scanning the crowds for the girl with the white cardigan and setting off after her.
His previous 'adventures' had taught him, if not anything else, how to follow someone unobtrusively, and so he did, waiting until she was in some quieter spot where he could confront her. But boy, did she lead him a merry dance for his troubles. Down alleys, through back-streets, even through shops, always staying just too far ahead. She moved slowly, but quick enough to slip away whenever Indy got closer. She never looked behind her though and Dr Jones was pretty sure she was unaware of him. Pretty sure that is, until she stopped at a dead end in an alley and said, without even looking back,
"I presume you're following me for a reason, Dr Jones? Or do you just like what you see?" She held up the wallet, slowly turning to face him and Indy wished he had his bull whip with him, just to wipe the smirk off her face. He caught it deftly as she threw it to him, glaring at her.
"If you were just going to give it back, why take it?" he grunted, irritated at this forced exercise whilst in a suit under the burning June sun.
"I need your help, Dr Jones. This was the easiest way to get your attention."
"The eas-"
"Don't interrupt me," she snapped sharply, folding her arms. "You've seen the pendant I wear, and perhaps you know its meaning. I am a Seer of the Gatekeeper. There are maybe two of us left now out of hundreds. It was our duty to protect the Arrow, to keep it from the hands of evil, but we failed. It was stolen six months ago from the shrine and since then all of the seers aside from me and another who I cannot speak of, have been hunted down and murdered. The Arrow has fallen into German hands. You must help me recover it." She had gone from smirking desperate in the blink of an eye.
"Which arrow?" Indy asked quickly, his mind running over the possibilities.
"The Arrow of the Blood of Christ. Tipped with the last thorn from the crown Christ wore, the thorn that tasted his blood, with a shaft of the tree Judas hanged himself on. It was crafted by Peter himself and is a weapon of great power. In the hands of the impure it brings death and destruction. Only in the pure one will it bring good. And now it is in Hitler's hands. And he is most definitely not the pure one." The girl's voice was trembling with fear and anger. "You must help me. We only protect the Arrow from evil. If you wish, the Arrow may be preserved in your keeping, as long as it is safe. You must help me. Please."
"Who are you?"
"Jessica Jackson."
Indy didn't know why he eventually gave in. Maybe it was her eyes, the haunted look in them, the way they flicked from shadow to shadow, always watching. He had agreed in the end and knew that it was the right choice just from the way she smiled. So now here he was, waiting for her so they could board their flight to London and from there, to Germany. Having ditched the suit he was now in his working clothes, Betsy proudly seated in its rightful place, like the bull whip on his hip.
When she showed up, a few minutes later, he was not impressed. She was still wearing the cardigan and flowered skirt she'd had earlier and it gave her a fuzzy look. Along with her blonde hair she looked more like a doll than a protector of a sacred artifact. He folded his arms as she approached, grinning and opening his mouth to give a sarcastic comment.
"Not one word!"
"But-"
"Not one, Jones."
"Just one."
"Fine. One."
"Duck!" The bull whip cracked out, flicking away the throwing knife that had been heading straight for Jessica's back. He helped the shaking girl up as they both staggered into a run across the tarmac to the small plane that was to carry them to England. Pushing her before him Indy bundled her inside, quickly following and slamming the door behind them.
"Well, wasn't that fun. Thanks, Doctor Jones," Jessica murmured, breathing deeply as the plane's engine roared into life below them.
"Call me Indiana, Miss Jackson."
"Only if you call me Jessica."
He broke into a grin, leaning back. "Deal."
It only took five minutes before they were yelling at each other. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SUGGESTING ABOUT BLONDES?"
"NOT BLONDES, JUST YOU!"
"What?"
"You won't stand a chance in Germany. Just look how you acted back there."
"Give me a gun and you'll see just how well I handle myself," Jessica growled dangerously.
"Sure, whatever honey."
"You infuriating, arrogant layabout!"
Indy merely grinned, tilted his hat over his eyes and tried to go to sleep. With an infuriated sight, Jessica followed suit.
London, England. In perfect contrast to New York it was, of course, raining when the pair arrived. A summer storm crashed overhead as the two shared a taxi to the hotel Indy had booked. To Indy's eyes it all seemed very grey. The road was grey, the sky was grey, the buildings were grey, hell, even the people were grey. Here and there remnants of the Blitz only a year before could be seen and the people still had an anxious look about them, flinching at the thunder.
When they eventually reached the hotel, they were met with a slight error. The Concierge looked helplessly across the desk at them as he tried to explain the situation. "I'm sorry sir, you only booked one room."
"I booked two. Check again."
"Sir, really, it was only one room. Even if you require another, I'm afraid we are full."
"I can't believe you, Jones! Honestly, men!" Irritated, she reverted to his last name, her hands on her hips, glaring at him obstinately.
"I'm sorry, Jackson, but this isn't my fault," Indy replied, gritting his teeth and grimacing. Women! Why did they have to be so bloody touchy!
When they finally accepted that there was only one room and had gone to it another argument ensued.
"You take the bed."
"No, you take it, old man."
"Don't call me old! You take it."
"No!"
"I suppose we could-"
"NO! I will never, ever, EVER share a bed with you, Indiana Jones. I'm taking the floor." And that was the end of it. Jessica did take the floor and had an uncomfortable night for it whilst Indy took the bed, sleeping like a baby. In the morning Indy felt guilty when he saw the dark circles under her eyes and quietly went to shave. She dressed whilst he was in the bathroom and vice versa so it was not until they were in the transport Jessica had arranged to take them to Germany that either spoke.
"So, why did you become a Seer of the Gatekeeper?" Indy asked slowly, stretching like a cat in the confined space.
"You don't choose, you are chosen. I had the Sight, up until the Arrow was stolen. I merely knew and was summoned. There is no choice when it comes to becoming a guardian of anything. You don't think, you just do it, because you know." Her eyes drifted shut and Indy realised just how little sleep she'd had. Even as he watched her head drooped and she fell fast asleep.
She woke just before they had to leave. The plane, its engine close to silent swooped over the forests bordered Germany and France and two lone figures jumped perilously into the canopies of the trees, practically falling the distance to the ground.
Indiana, having hit his head on the decent groggily stood up a few minutes after the fall to find that Jessica had vanished. "Typical of the damned girl Cursing, he stumbled through the trees to find himself face to face with a pair of Germans patrolling. Almost at once, two rifles were trained on him. His hand went for his bull whip.
"I'll take that," a voice said in clipped German. A definitely female body pressed up against his back as his bull whip was slid from his belt. He grimaced, memories of Elsa returning as the feminine hands slid the pistol from his holster, her own pressed into his other side. However the memories were shot away, literally, as the pair of German soldiers dropped, stunned and most definitely dead. The pistols, still held by the feminine hands, were smoking gently. He turned to find Jessica in full Nazi uniform, right down to the shoes, looking for a moment more like Elsa then he could ever have imagined. Th uniform looked a little tight and Indy couldn't help wondering how the hell she'd gotten hold of it.
"I just knew you'd get captured," she said, smiling and handing him back the bull whip.
"Oh, shut up."
"No, say than-" Indy pushed her up against a tree, into the shadows, his hand over her mouth as a second German patrol passed within ten feet of them. As the marching grew faint, his hand slipped from her mouth to her cheek as he kissed her roughly. "Thanks. Now come on." He turned to see, for the second time that night, a German patrol.
"I'm afraid you two won't be going anywhere. Why, if it isn't Jessy Jackson. We've been looking for you for quite some time. And how kind of you to have brought the infamous Indiana Jones with you. If he touches that whip, shoot the girl," the German commander muttered to the ten soldiers behind him. "Take them to the holding centre."
The holding centre turned out to be the dank, depressing, dungeon one might call it, of a smallish castle in the Rhineland by the name of Dusslet. Indiana currently found himself manacled to the dampish wall, being spoken to by the same odious German commander, Commander Leichter, who had captured him. "Dr Jones, you know what we have in our possession. Unfortunately Miss Jackson retains some valuable information. Will you persuade her to tell us?" Leichter asked, pushing his fat, greasy face close to Indy's.
"She'll choose herself."
"Very well, as you wish, but I'm afraid you have not chosen wisely. Miss Jackson will be here soon. If you say one word to her, or try to move toward her, we will be forced to shoot her." As her was about to leave he handed Indy's bull whip to the soldier who entered with the one holding Jessica. "Now Miss Jackson, you know what we want. Tell us the wood." Jessica spat at him, glaring. "Very well. You leave us no choice."
As Indy watched, Jessica was chained to a pillar in the wall as he was released from his bindings, the commander hissing to him, "One word, Jones, one word and she dies." The soldier raised Indy's bull whip and brought it down with an almighty crack on Jessica. "The wood, Miss Jackson, tell us the wood!"
It was a quarter of an hour before she made a noise but only five minutes later the whimpers had escalated into screams, nonsensical creams that clearly did not answer Leichter's question. Only then did she really notice Indy standing motionless, unable to do anything but watch. Only then did she realise whose whip it was that was drawing untraceable patterns across her back with every crack. She could not see the gunman positioned behind her, halting Indy's movement.
"Jones! Jones, please! Indiana! Indy, please! Indy! Indy!!! INDIANA!!!!" She screamed desperately, trying and failing to understand why he was doing nothing. Indiana tried to ignore her screams, tried not to notice as the material covering her back was ripped to shreds, revealing deep, angry, red, bleeding welts along her skin and tried not to notice as her head slumped forwards, the pain having forced her into unconsciousness,
Then, however, the Germans made a mistake. Both soldiers, the first exhausted from the whipping and the second, just lazy, left the pair alone and most foolishly, left Indy un-manacled. It was just too much bother to them, and he had no weapon. ...Except for the bloodied bull whip left discarded on the floor. What can I say, Nazis can be stupid sometimes. But still, despite having his whip, that left him in a locked, damp, dark room with an unconscious girl.
Stooping, he picked up the whip, coiling it only to find that blood rubbed off onto his hands from the last foot or so. Wiping it down on his trousers, he knelt beside Jessica, gently trying to bring her back into consciousness."Jessica? Jess? Jessica? Come on, Jess, wake up." Obstinately, Jessica refused to show any signs of life and Indy turned his attention to her back. Not a single piece of skin had been left unmarked, welts criss-crossing and overlaying each other in a delicate pattern of reds.
Suddenly the lock clicked and Indiana sprang up, his hand already on his whip. A gruff, familiar voice rang out. " You know, sometimes I really don't know how you get yourself into these situations, Junior."
"Indiana," the younger man growled out automatically. "Wait, Dad?"
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Bleagh! Never speak of this again. I just had to post it to get it out of my head...Bleaugh
