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*The door to the bar bursts open.*

Finally!

*Marion looks beyond tired and she feels that way, too. It had been only three days since Indy had been shot and seemingly killed right in front of her...and then vanished before her very eyes. There hadn't been anyone she could turn to in New York and there was no way in hell she was going back to Chicago for a good long while. Milliways was where she had to go, where perhaps answers to her questions could be answered. Maybe someone there could explain to her what might have happened to Indy - why he disappeared, where his body might have gone to.

She just needed closure.

Unsure of who she might look for, she stands just inside the doorway peering around at the various patrons, trying to discern who might be a good person to speak to about such things.*

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* Indy bustles in through the back door (http://www.livejournal.com/users/henry_jones_jr/8507.html), chuckling happily with Meg at his side. He stops in his tracks as he catches sight of Marion. He stumbles over as fast as his weakened state will allow *

Marion!

J-Jones?

*Marion's voice cracks and she propels herself forward toward him.*

*a combination of disbelief and relief* Jones! It's you! Oh--

*She reaches out, cupping his face with her hands, brushing her thumbs over his cheeks.*

Jones! *Shaking her head, she takes a step closer to him, looking at him with more than a little bit of wonder.* But you died! I saw you die-- Indy-- How? How are you here?

*Suddenly she remembers something that she'd heard in the bar on one of her very first visits and her eyes round.* You're not dead, are you?

* he grabs her and hugs her firmly, lifting her off the ground a little. He rests her back down and with a relieved smile he strokes dishevelled strands of hair away from her face *

No. I'm not dead. Very much alive. A bit weak still... but definitely alive.

* he glances round the bar quickly, checking warily for Death... just in case *

*She smiles broadly, relief and happiness bubbling up within her.*

Jones I thought-- I thought you were dead. You looked dead. Before I could get any help you just...vanished. It was so odd.

*Frowning, she brushes a non-existent bit of fluff off of his shoulder, then lifts her gaze to his face.* Do you know how you got here? What happened?

Haven't a clue. But its damn lucky I did I guess. I was leaking like a sieve.

* he nods vaguely back at into the room *
There were some healers on hand. Couple of friends I've made. They fixed me up. Left me weak for a few days... but I'm on feet now. And boy, does it feel good.

I'm so sorry I vanished like that. I had no control over it. And once I came around I couldn't figure out how to get word to you... 'cause I was kinda incapacitated.

*Dryly* Well, incapacitated is one way of putting it, yes.

*Realising that he is, in fact, weak, and oughtn't be standing around like he is.*

Jones, I think you need to take a seat. *Spying a few empty stools at the bar, she leads him over in that direction.*

*Patting a bar stool.* C'mon. Up you go. You don't need to pass out in the middle of the floor as it is.

Thanks.

* he edges onto the stool and silently gestures to Alan. The rat obediently fetches a couple of glasses of Scotch *

Here. You look like you could use one.

* he sips from his glass happily *

I reckon I'll be good as new in a few days. I guess Marcus'll have to get us another set of tickets. Um. Sorry about Christmas. I guess I pretty much ruined that for you. Where've you been anyway...? Did you talk to anyone?

I could. Thanks. *Accepting the glass, she takes a generous sip and then places it back on the bar, idly making designs from the condensation on the bottom of the glass on the bar's surface.*

He'll do it. He'll understand, Jones. Believe me, he will. *Sighing, she fumbles for a cigarette and lights it up, taking a long drag before continuing on.*

Don't apologize for Christmas. For God's sakes, it wasn't your fault, Jones! It was those Nazi bastards!

*Another drag and a slow exhale.* I've been trying to get back here. The damned bar mustn't have wanted me back...until now.

I haven't talked to anyone much. The police wanted me to come down and make a statement but what was I supposed to say? That you'd gotten shot and then vanished in thin air? *She snorts.* Yeah, that would have gone over well. They'd've locked me up in Bellvue before I could blink.

* he nods *

You did right. Best to keep the authorities out of this one. We don't need any unnecessary complications. But... uh... no more trouble... from the goon squad?

Yeah, I figured the cops wouldn't be a good idea - you vanishing aside, the whole Nazi angle would have made me look really damned suspicious. Last thing I need is a bunch of police poking in my business, too.

No more trouble from the goon squad. They've been laying low from what I can tell. *She smirks.* Then again, I haven't exactly been having them over for nightcaps and chit chat.

* he laughs fondly at her sarcasm *

Let's keep it like that. At least until we've got the Crystal safe.

* he hushes himself reproachfully *

I hope this delay hasn't cost us.

*She drains the rest of her drink and eyes him cautiously.*

I hope it hasn't, either. If it has, we'll just have to make up the time. You always manage to do it somehow, Jones. It'll work out. You'll see.

It has to.

* he inhales deeply *
You're right about that...

* he nibbles at a fingernail absently and leans over *

I've been wondering why they want it. It doesn't makes sense that they are putting so much manpower into their search.

I reckon... I mean, its just a theory, but... I think they mean to use it as a method of top level communication. Thus eradicating the need for wires and radio... rendering the allied cryptographers redundant. No... more... intelligence...

Eradicating the need for wires and radio?

*Marion frowns; she can't imagine what he might be getting at but at the same time she doesn't like it one bit.*

*Stubs her cigarette out in a nearby ashtrap.*

No wires and no radio? Well...how would they communicate? What could this crystal do? Is there another one like it?

* he snorts derisively *

No! It's nearly five thousand years old Marion. You read the history. It's one of a kind.

It pretty much killed every one who tried to use it to contact the dead... its original purpose. But some writers told of a secondary effect. Some of those who used it were able to communicate telepathically with others in the minutes before death. Of course we don't know of any successful usage. The books only tell of those who died. But if the legend is true... hmm

* he idly swills the whisky around in his glass *

If I'm right, the Nazi's believe it anyway... and that's good enough for me. I guess it was a botched experiment. Pretty hard to recreate a mistake. Though why you'd want to recreate it... something so destructive...

*Narrowing her eyes, she glares at him.* I read the history, all right. But sometimes history isn't all it's cracked up to be, you know? There are surprises and stuff. God, Jones, I thought you were on your toes! Be alert and all that!

*Sobering* Telepathy?

*She isn't sure what to make of that. She does know, though, that it makes her very nervous. Another cigarette was in order.*

*Puffing on her cigarette anxiously* Destructive in one person's eyes is salvation in another's. That's what Abner used to say.

* he nods somberly *

Wise words indeed. From a wise man. No better example than the Ark... in our case.

* Eying the cigarette disapprovingly, he continues calmly *

I reckon I'll be ready in a day or two. I'll need a day to get my shit together back in New York... then two days to Cairo. A day to get the lowdown from Sallah and arrange transport. Three days to get down South... then a few days piecing it all together, depending on where the actual location of the piece is. Then we should have it. Build in a day or two buffer to deal with any unforeseen events. So... ten days tops.

Would it be easier for you if I left for New York now and started to get some of your things together, Jones? It isn't like I'm rarin' to go back to Chicago, you know.

*Smoking her cigarette down to the butt, she flicks it in the ashtray and straightens.* I'll do it. Really.

*Polexia looks around the bar and spots Indy and there is mistletoe suddenly above him. She can't really argue with the bar. She hops over and lays a pretty good kiss on the adventurer's lips.*

Haven't had the time to buy gifts, hope that works.
Merry Christmas!

*she smirks and hops off*

* Stunned with his lips caught in a just-kissed pout, Indy's eyes follow Polexia as she bounces off *

* He is quite speechless *

*Marion glowers, very Unimpressed. She looks in the direction where the girl walked off and then back at Indy, eyes narrowing dangerously into slits.*

Feeling weak, eh? Who in the hell was that? Obviously getting shot didn't even put a dent in your-- your-- God!

* he splutters *
Whattt? I barely even know the girl...

WHAT?!?

*Marion stands up quickly, her stool nearly toppling over. She rights it at the last moment, slamming it down on the floor for some sort of emphasis.*

Barely know her? And are there other girls here you 'barely' know like her? Hmmm?

Oh calm down Marion. It was just a kiss... under the...

* he looks up, but the ninja mistletoe is gone - such is its stealth. He cringes as she continues to rail on him *

*Blustering* Just a kiss? Do you honestly expect me to believe that, Jones? I know you.

I know how you are!

*Angry and more than a little hurt, she hastily shoves on the jacket she'd discarded earlier.*

And to think that I thought-- After all this time, I thought that maybe, just maybe we were finally working things out, that we--

*Not liking how vulnerable she's sounding, even to herself, she hardens up.*

*harshly* Forget it. You're nothing but a bum, just like Abner said. I can't even believe I thought that we--

*Not bothering to finish her sentence, she throws her hands up in the air, shaking her fist at him,then turns on her heel and stalks off for the door, yanking it open so violently that it nearly comes off the hinges.*

* Paniced, Indy jumps up after her (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/2118566.html) *

Marion... WAIT!

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