Chapter 3- Aftermath

Marion was pacing the living room. It was the middle of the night, and neither of her boy's had come home. Oxley watched her from the couch.

"Marion, dear, I'm sure Indy's fine, and Mutt will be too" the Ox told her, his voice calm. Marion shot his a scathing look.

"How do you know that? They could be dead, or captured, or…" she broke off, recognising the sound of Indy's car in the driveway.

"That's Indy's car" she said, then they both were quiet, waiting for the roar of Mutt's motorcycle. It never came. Marion froze as she heard Indy's car door close, followed by silence. She felt he lip tremble as Oxley hurried to the front door, opening it.

"Indy?" he called out.

"Ox, is that you?"

"Yes, what's going on, come in, it's freezing outside."

"Hang on, I'm just getting Mutt. Get Marion to run the downstairs bath full of hot water." Indy called back. Oxley relayed the request, and Marion ran to do Indiana's bidding. Oxley looked out of the door, watching as Indy carried something large, gangly, and limp from the car, having kicked the passenger door shut. Oxley hurriedly stepped aside as Indiana carried Mutt into the house. Oxley closed the door.

"Indy, what happened, is he okay?"

"I'm fine," Mutt weakly replied The Ox's question and lifting his head.

"You right to stand kid; I've got to see your mother."

"Yep, I'll be fine," Mutt told him, and Indiana set him down, before turning towards the bathroom.

"Indy" Oxley whispered.


"Take the jacket off, she'll flip when she see's all that blood"

"Thanks Oxley" Indy shook the jacket off and laid it down beside the door, before going into the bathroom. Mutt guiltily looked at the jacket, which was covered in bloody smears from where Indy had been leaning up against him.

"Mum's not going to like having to wash those stains out" Mutt muttered, and Oxley nodded.

"Look at yourself, Mutt, your clothes are in worse condition than Indy's."

"True." Mutt conceded, looking down. His jeans, and his T-shirt, where completely shredded, and his precious leather jacket was filthy, and covered in blood from the cuts and scrapes he had sustained in his fall.

Mutt looked up when he heard his mother's running footsteps.

"Mutt!" she shrieked, embracing him with enough force to almost knock him over.

"Hi Mum" Mutt said, smiling weakly.

"What happened, you're drenched in blood. Did you get mugged?"

"I got knocked off my bike, Mum." Mutt explained, leaving out the details. Indy nodded behind Marion's back, approvingly.

"My poor baby, come on, we'll get you all cleaned up."

"Mum" Mutt whined, "I can look after myself."

"Oh yes, I'm sure you can, dear" Marion said, taking him by the shoulder and leading him towards the bathroom. Indy picked up his jacket and went up his stairs to his and Marion's bedroom, getting changed, before carrying his soiled clothes into the laundry. When he returned, Oxley had fetched Indy's bottle of whisky, and offered a glass to Indy, who took it gratefully. Sipping the liquid, the two men sat in the lounge room.

"Thanks for coming over, Ox." Indy said.

"Quite alright, Indy. I know how much of a handful that boy can be, and it made me feel better by being able to stay with Marion."

"How bad was she?"

"Pretty bad, she was convinced a KGB agent had kidnapped Mutt, and you were going to get caught, or that Mutt had been hit by a car and killed, or that he'd been beaten up by some kids, and you'd gotten involved."

"So, she was predictable Marion, huh?"

"Yes, and you would not have me any other way." Marion answered from the door way.

"How is he?" Indy asked, worried for his son's welfare.

"Cuts, bruises, scrapes, possible bruised ribs, and a concussion. I cleaned out the wounds with antiseptic wash after he'd had his bath. He looks a bit better now. His chest and back weren't badly scratched, and neither was his face, but his legs are quite cut up. I've sent him up to his room, so he can rest."

"Do you think that's a good idea with him being concussed?"

"One of us will have to stay up with him and wake him up every few hours."

"I'll do it" Indy offered.

"Alright, Ox, I imagine you're planning on staying for the rest of the night."

"If it's not too much trouble, Marion."

"I'll make up the spare bedroom."

"No need, I'll sleep on the couch, save you the trouble. It's only for a few hours anyway."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Marion, I'll be fine, you just worry about your boy."

"I'll just get you some blankets then." Marion hurried away. Indy smiled.

"Thanks, Ox, for everything."

"It was all I can do, my friend."


Indiana stretched his long legs out as the early morning sunlight shone through Mutt's bedroom window. Mutt lay, breathing deeply, on his bed, occasionally muttering, but otherwise staying silent. Indy stretched his neck, wincing as he felt its stiffness. Mutt had made it through the rest of the night. Indy had woken him once every hour, and checked how lucid he was, but the kid had been fine.

Looking at his son, Indy could not help but wince. Mutt had been lucky, very lucky, to escape with his life, and Indy felt a pang of guilt when he thought about it.

It was, really, his own fault.

He heard a slight noise by the door and turned to face it. Marion stood at the door, holding two cups of steaming coffee in her hands.

"How is he?" she enquired, giving Indy one of the mugs.

"He's fine, he's only sleeping. Whenever I've checked him, he's been lucid, so I think he's just sleeping it off. Thanks for the coffee."

"That's good. You're welcome. I though you might need it."

"I do, thanks. I'm just glad that it's a Sunday and I don't have classes, otherwise I might put myself to sleep."

"I find that unlikely, but if you say so." Marion smiled.

"How do you feel this morning, honey?"

"Tired, but I don't feel sick like I have for the last week."

"I forgot to ask, what did the doctor say yesterday?"

"Well, he confirmed what I kind of suspected."

"He did?"

"Yeah. He did." Marion grinned impishly

Indy was about to say something, when another voice cut in.

"So, are you going to tell us, or just leave us hanging?" Mutt asked, opening his eyes.

"I thought you were asleep. How long have you been awake?" Indy asked, half annoyed, half amused.

"Not long," Mutt admitted, shrugging, then wincing in pain. Marion was grinning.

"Alright, I'm Pregnant"

Her news was met by silence, which, ultimately, Mutt broke.

"You mean, I'm going to be a big brother? Sweet!"

Indy had a shocked, and semi horrified look upon his face.

"Indy, please say something" Mario asked, sounding fearful.

Indy looked at her, smiling.

"Please tell me it's going to be a girl; I don't have enough hair left to deal with another Mutt running around." He grinned. Mutt glared, but turned away when his parents started kissing.

"Guys, I can't exactly move right now, so can you at least move away from me when you do that" he complained, before laughing.

And Indy and Marion joined in.