Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Indiana Jones. This is just an idea that popped into my head and it will not leave me alone.

Title: Through the Looking Glass
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: Oxley had always been there, from the moment Abner Ravenwood discovered his daughter's relationship with his favorite student to the wedding that came twenty years too late, and the years of broken hearts in between. These are his thoughts.
Author's Note: Oxley continually called Indy, Henry during KOTCS, so I decided to take that along for the story. He struck me as someone proper, and despite Indy not wanting to be called his given name, he does it anyway.
Chapter One: Cairo, 1926

Through the Looking Glass

Cairo, 1926

He should have known, should have seen this coming. This was Henry — or Indiana as he liked to be called — and Oxley knew his friend all too well. But couldn't Henry have spared her? She was Abner's little girl, so innocent and pure. She didn't deserve this sort of treatment. Henry should have known better. Oxley should have known his friend better. Maybe then, if he had figured the secret out, her could have stopped him, saved her, and saved everyone from this sort of grief. Hindsight is twenty-twenty, Oxley thought bitterly.

All of those stolen glances at one another. The way she would laugh at all of Henry's jokes, or whisper that wretched nickname — Indiana. Oxley marveled at how he was able to ignore his friend's odd disappearances in the night, or the way Henry would stop with his excavating and watch through hooded eyes whenever she would pass. For Christ's sake, Oxley had even witnessed Marion take the hat — Henry's beloved hat the never left his head — from the top of his head and place it on her own while he just sat there grinning like a fool. It was there in front of his eyes and he was too blind to see it!

But Oxley's ignorance didn't matter, not anymore. Abner had caught on to the hidden affair between he only daughter and his — even though Oxley hated to admit it — favorite student. Ravenwood had come upon the two lovers in a rather compromising position. There was nothing left to be said. The elder archaeologist had been furious. He may have killed Henry on spot if Marion hadn't been there. Ravenwood had yelled, screamed, and threatened Henry on his life if he didn't leave camp immediately. And, much to Oxley's surprise, Henry took was Abner had said, and returned to his tent to pack. He left within the hour.

No one in the camp seemed to sleep that night. Oxley himself had stayed awake, staring at the ceiling of the tent. Marion's screams, begging her father to reconsider and for Henry to take her with him rang in his mind, refusing to leave. Never in his life had Oxley heard someone sound that hurt and broken. He didn't know if she would recover. However, days later, she did. She seemed to actually smile and there was an odd spring in her step. It was unnerving. No person should be able to bounce from their lowest lows back to their normal temperament.

Oxley began to watch her closer, worried about her abnormal reaction. He tried to do so discreetly; Abner seemed to be on a warpath, not wanting anyone to do to his daughter what Henry had. Never mind that Oxley had only seen young Marion as Abner's little girl, there was no doubt in Oxley's mind that Abner would see his interest in Marion quite differently. Even with the threat of angering his teacher, Oxley learned a few things about Marion. She would leave in the mornings, and sit on a rock watching the horizon, as if expecting something, or someone to be coming. After awhile, she would walk away, slightly sullen, but the determination in her eyes was still there. She would still hold her arms in front of her chest, close to her body, a sign that she wasn't fully healed, no matter what her odd behavior of smiles said to the contrary. One day, however, she caught him watching, and demanded to know what he was doing there. Oxley had been so flustered — he had never been good with women and girls in general — he had stuttered out his answer. He, himself, was surprised by her reply.

"I'm surprised Indy didn't tell you. You're his friend." She had paused, as if afraid to go on, but unwilling to hold onto whatever secret that she had been holding the past couple of days. Oxley, himself, was befuddled about what she was talking about. All Henry had mentioned to him was going back to the States. "You won't tell Abner, will you?"

"No. I suppose I won't"

Marion paused, as if not believing him for a moment, but whatever happiness she had bubbled through, and she jubilantly announced, "Indy's coming back for me. I don't know when, but he said he'd be back sometime. A couple of nights after he left, he snuck into my tent and we—" she made another pause, and blushed crimson as if afraid she was going to reveal too much, "well, he said he'd be back. Don't look at me as if you don't believe me, Ox, I know he will. He said…he said—even before Abner found out— hell, even before the first time we— " another pause, another blush, "Indy said that he loved me. Loved me. He'll be back. I just know he will."

Oxley wanted to believe Marion. He truly did. But he knew Henry far better than she believed she did. He knew what Henry would say to get a girl into his bed. How he would love them, then leave them with a broken heart. Why couldn't Henry have gone after someone else? Someone a little less innocent, someone not Abner's little girl. Why did he have to hurt her so? Oxley had so many questions racing through his mind. Though, there was one thing he knew for sure: Henry Jones, Jr. would not be returning to the Ravenwood camp.

A few weeks later, Oxley found Marion sobbing alone in her waiting place, and he knew she realized that he wouldn't be coming back either.

To Be Continued…

Next Chapter: New York, 1937

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