Author's Note: This is a fanfic for the movie Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Scull, and it takes place in 1958, almost a year after the movie ends. I wasn't overly fond of the movie, especially compared to the first three, but I did love the idea of Indy having a son, which is what this story focuses on. This was written for The Little Spanko's prompt challenge 'Accident'.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, and I'm not making any money from this story.

Warning: Parental discipline of an adult; M/M non-consensual spanking.


Mutt anxiously watched the clock, willing it to go faster and end his torture. He'd been such an idiot to agree to go back to High School. School was a major drag, and his English class was the worst of the worst. His teacher started droning on about the symbolism in Moby Dick, and Mutt fought the urge to lay his head down on the desk. No doubt if he did, the old bat would rat him out to the principal, who would rat him out to his father.

Mutt sat up a little straighter in his chair when he realized what he'd just done. He'd just casually thought of Indiana Jones as his father. It had been roughly nine months since he'd found out that Indy was his biological father, but knowing it, and feeling it, were two very different things. He tried to pinpoint the moment he'd started feeling as if Indy was his father, but couldn't.

It wasn't while his mother and Indy had been dating. That had been an awkward two months for all of them. Marion and Mutt had moved into an apartment close to Indy's house almost immediately after getting back to America, specifically so that Indy and Mutt could get to know each other. But when Indy would come over to visit with Mutt, Mutt often found reasons not to be home, in an attempt to avoid talking about school. So Indy had ended up spending more and more time with Marion instead.

It wasn't during the whirlwind four months that Marion and Indy were engaged. Mutt was sure of that, because his mother had specifically asked Mutt to start calling Indy 'Dad'. He'd done it for her a few times, but the word sounded wrong every time it fell from his mouth, and he tried to avoid addressing the man at all. He'd gotten a job at a local auto shop, and worked as much overtime as possible to avoid everyone.

It wasn't the day Indy had married his mother, though that had been a good day. Mutt didn't think he'd ever seen his mother so happy. Once the reception was winding down, Indy had taken Mutt aside. He'd told him gruffly, "Look kid, I'm your father by birth, and now I'm your father by marriage too. I'm going to do my damnedest to be a real parent to you. Not because of any obligation, but because I want to. I want us to get to know each other." Indy had pulled the unsuspecting boy into a quick hug, and added, "When your mother and I get back from our honeymoon next week, we'll talk about school." Mutt considered that day again. It had been a turning point of sorts. That was the day that Mutt decided to start giving Indy a chance, instead of just avoiding him.

It wasn't the day Mutt had agreed to go back to school. He scowled. Their talk about school hadn't gone well at all.

# # #

Three months ago:

The new family sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast together for the first time, when Indy said, "Let's talk about school."

Caught off guard, Mutt's forkful of eggs stopped halfway to his mouth. He knew this talk was coming, but his mom and Indy had just arrived home from their honeymoon last night. "You wanna talk about that now?"

"We've put it off long enough."

Mutt had been thinking about it for the past week. He didn't want to go to school again, but he did want to get to know Indy, and didn't want to start things off with a huge battle of wills. He'd decided a couple of days ago that he was going to be the bigger man, and give in without an argument. He figured he owed Indy that much since the man did help him save his mother and Oxley. With a reluctant sigh, he said, "I thought about it while you were gone, and I'll do it. I'll study for a few weeks, and take the test to get my GED."

"No," Indy said with a shake of his head, "you'll go back and finish out your last year of High School, and get an actual diploma."

Mutt was too shocked to speak for a few seconds. He'd been expecting smiles, nods, and maybe even a thank you from the man, not a dismissive 'no' with an order attached. Once he finally found his voice, it was louder than usual.

"Where do you get off? You can't order me around!"

"Wanna bet? You're going back to school, and that's final!"

"Unbelievable!" Mutt tossed his fork onto his plate. "I was trying to start things off right! I was trying to be nice by agreeing to get my GED! I didn't even want to do that, but I was willing! Now you can forget it!"

Mutt stood with the intention of walking away, but his mother's voice froze him in place.

"Henry Walton! You sit back down and lower your voice, young man!"

Mutt blushed with embarrassment. It was bad enough that she used his actual first name, but hearing his middle name too, meant she was really irritated. "Moooom," he complained as he sat, "You know I hate it when you call me that."

"Now Mutt, Dear," Marion patted his hand on the table, "this is our first breakfast together as a family, please don't make it unpleasant."

"Me?" He said incredulously, and gestured to Indy without actually looking at the man. "What about him?"

"You raised your voice first," she said firmly. "You can disagree, but don't shout."

Mutt crossed his arms, slouched in his chair, and considered moving out that afternoon. "Fine."

"Thank you." Marion turned to Indy and nodded her head.

"Listen kid," Indy said, "getting your GED isn't the same as getting a diploma. People don't see those as equal. You're only twenty, and you just dropped out of school last year. Jefferson High School is only six blocks from our house. You could enroll today, start classes tomorrow, and graduate with the rest of the class in four months."

Mutt rolled his eyes, and played along. "Even if I agreed to do it, which I don't, I doubt they'd let me graduate after only half a year."

Indy sipped his coffee and said, "I know for a fact that they will. They'll count your credits from last year towards this one just like a regular transfer student. I contacted the principal, Mr. Kallen, a couple of weeks ago to explain the situation, and he assured me that…"

"You what?" Mutt yelled.

"Mutt," Marion said in warning.

"No Mom!" Mutt said, turning his anger towards her. "Don't tell me to lower my voice! He went behind my back before you guys were even married! Did you know about this?"

"Hey!" Indy's voice boomed out in the room, startling both Mutt and Marion. Indy pointed a finger in Mutt's face, and said, "Don't you dare raise your voice to your mother."

Instantly ashamed of himself, Mutt blushed and looked at his plate.

"Now apologize," Indy said, "or I'll put you over my knee."

Mutt rolled his eyes at the ridiculous threat. He thought, 'You and what army?' but he kept the comment to himself, because he knew that Oxley would have reprimanded him for the same thing if he'd been there.

Turning to face his mom, Mutt said sincerely, "Sorry Mom."

She patted his hand. "It's okay. I know this is a difficult adjustment for you… for all of us."

"Thank you," Indy said. "For the record, I wasn't trying to go behind your back. I just wanted to know what your options were before I talked to you, because I know it's a touchy subject. None of the other kids would even know you missed a year. You'd be like any other transfer student."

"I have a good job. I can't just quit."

"You don't need a job, you need to focus on school." Indy gestured to the house around them and said, "You have a home here with us for as long as you want. I inherited this house from my father, and someday you'll inherit it from me."

Mutt was too surprised to comment. He'd never considered inheriting anything from Indy, so finding out he'd inherit the house someday left him speechless.

Indy shared a smile with Marion at the expression of wonder on the boy's face. He said, "Your mother and I want you to live here with us for at least a couple of years, so that you and I can get to know each other."

Mutt nodded. They'd had that conversation right before the wedding, and they'd all agreed.

Indy said, "If you go back to school, I'll make sure you have plenty of spending money so you don't have to work. But if you still wanted to work, you could cut down to part time."

"I hated school," Mutt said. "The thought of going back there with all those squares makes me sick."

"Mutt," Marion said. Once he was looking her way, she said, "You're going."


She spoke over his protest. "The last school you went to was a private school, and I paid for a full year of tuition. But because you dropped out before the term was over, I didn't get any kind of refund."

"You didn't?" Mutt played with the edge of the tablecloth anxiously. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know at the time, and by the time I'd received the letter from the school, you were already working. But now that we're starting out fresh, I think you owe me the last half of this school year."

Mutt put a hand on the back of his neck and said hopefully, "I've been saving up. I could pay you back."

"I don't want your money." Marion patted his knee in a comforting gesture. "I want you to go back to school and graduate."

"We both want you to," Indy said, "and Ox agrees."

Feeling guilty and ganged up on, Mutt crossed his arms and huffed. "Fine. I'll do it."

Indy patted his shoulder jovially a few times and said, "That's the spirit, son. I have the morning off, so after breakfast we'll go get you registered, and then we can go talk to your boss at the garage about cutting back to part time."

"Great." Mutt said.

# # #

Mutt glanced at the clock. Still five minutes left of his English class, before he was free for the weekend. He was scheduled to work all day Sunday, but he enjoyed working at the auto shop, so he didn't include that as part of his servitude. He used to work all day Saturday and Sunday until his father had had a casual conversation with his boss about how much homework Mutt had.

With a deep frown, Mutt realized he'd just thought of Indy as his father again. He'd been attending Jefferson High for a little over three months now, and sometime during those three months, he'd stopped thinking of the man as 'Indy' in his head.

He wondered if it had happened last month, when his parents went on an adventure without him. Oxley had sent Indy a letter with map coordinates, and nothing else. Indy had excitedly shown it to both Marion and Mutt. The coordinates led to somewhere in Egypt, and Indy was anxious to find out what was there. He told Marion to pack a bag so they could leave that night.

"What about me?" Mutt had asked while his mother went to pack. Nothing made him feel worse than getting left behind.

"Sorry kid, you've got school tomorrow," Indy had said.

"So do you!"

"I'll call in tonight, and they'll get a substitute to teach for me. You can't get a substitute to learn for you."

"I can make up a couple of days."

"We don't know how long this will take, but it will be at least a full day to get there, and a full day to get back. We also don't how dangerous it will be, so you're staying home this time."

"That's ridiculous! You didn't think it was too dangerous to take me with you to find Ox!"

"We're not arguing about this. I already said no."

"I could just follow you once you leave," Mutt had said, trying not to sound sullen.

"You do, and I'll put you over my knee as soon as you catch up," Indy had said with a disapproving glare.

Mutt had scowled and crossed his arms. Indy had been threatening him with a spanking at least once a week since that first time, and Mutt had come to realize it wasn't an actual threat. When Indy said it, it was the same thing as his mother using his middle name during an argument, or Oxley pursing his lips and using the phrase 'that was uncalled for young man'. It was Indy's way of letting Mutt know that he was unhappy.

Marion had come back into the room at that point, and said, "Boys, stop arguing. Mutt you're staying home."


"Did it ever occur to you that I might want some intimate alone time with my husband?" she'd asked.

Both men had turned scarlet at that comment, and Mutt had quickly escaped to the safety of his room.

The thought of his parents doing that still made Mutt slightly uncomfortable, and he squirmed in his desk chair. Only one minute to go before the bell rang. He heard the kids around him shuffling their papers, and getting ready to make their escape.

The instant the bell rang, Mutt was on his feet, and out the door. He dutifully went to his locker and got the books he'd need for his homework, and then headed for home. While he was walking, he decided that the week his parents had been in Egypt could have been the turning point for him.

That week he'd started referring to them as his 'parents' instead of 'my mom and Indy' when people asked where they were, to avoid awkward explanations. Now he wondered if saying it repeatedly out loud might have been a catalyst for him to start thinking it as well.

By the time Mutt got home, he decided this was a good change. He liked thinking of Indy as his father. The man was gruff and bossy towards Mutt, but now Mutt could see the underlying affection in that, and Indy was always kind and loving towards Marion. Indy was the kind of man Mutt would like to be someday. He was successful in his chosen profession, he was confident in his actions, and his friends were loyal because they knew he was a man of his word.

Mutt opened the door and said, "Mom, I'm home."

Getting no response, he looked at the side table next to the door and found a note from his mother. She was doing the grocery shopping.

Mutt went to his room and dumped his backpack on the floor. Thinking about all the homework he had to do that weekend put a scowl on his face. He gave the backpack a little frustrated kick. It wasn't that he was incapable of doing the work. It wasn't even that the work was difficult. He just hated the time he lost while doing it.

He especially hated doing homework when it was something he'd done before. He'd read Moby Dick two years ago on his own, and he'd discussed it in length with Oxley. Now he was going to have to waste a perfectly good Saturday writing an essay about something he already knew. But if he didn't do it… well he didn't want to go there again.

Two weeks after he'd started school, he'd spent the weekend hanging out with new friends, and didn't make the time to do any of his homework, even though there were three assignments due on Monday. He was more than a little surprised Monday night when Indy had come home angry, and barked at him to go to his room so he could talk to Marion alone. Not knowing that the upcoming conversation was going to be about him, he'd left them alone to work things out. He blushed at the memory of what had happened after that.

# # #

Two and a half months ago:

Five minutes after Mutt had gone to his room his parents came barging in without even knocking.

"Henry Walton," his mother said, "I'm ashamed of you!"

"What'd I do?" Mutt asked.

Indy glared at him, and said, "It's what you didn't do that's a problem. I got a call from principal Kallen. You didn't turn in any of your homework today!"

"What?" Too surprised to be pissed, Mutt said, "What do you mean he called you? Do you have him spying on me or something?"

"You bet I do! I'm not about to let you drop out again!"

Mutt's anger surfaced. "I'm not dropping out! I told you I'd go!"

"You have to do more than just show up!" Indy growled.

Marion put a hand on Indy's arm to calm him down, and held her other hand out to Mutt with her palm up. "Give me your motorcycle keys."

"Why?" Mutt turned his glare to her.

"You can have them back once you make up all the assignments you missed."

"You can't ground me Mom! I'm twenty!"

"Yeah?" Indy said, "Then maybe you should start acting like it. A man doesn't sulk and refuse to do the right thing just because he doesn't want to, that's something a child does."

That comment got to Mutt in a way that no shouting or threats ever could. He lowered his eyes, and after a moment of silence, he dug the keys out of his pocket and handed them over to his mother.

His mother said, "I want to see all three of those assignments before you turn them in, since I obviously can't trust you to try your best."

Mutt looked her in the eye and said, "I'll do my best from now on. No matter how much I hate school, I'll do my best. I promise."

Indy pointed a finger in his face and said, "If I ever find out you're not doing your best again, you won't sit comfortably the next day."

Glaring at the older man, Mutt said, "I just promised I would!"

"You'd better!" Indy said before storming off to cool down.

# # #

With a sigh, Mutt shook his head to get rid of that shameful memory. He got his books out, and laid them out on his desk, but didn't sit down. He decided he needed a snack before he could endure the torture of an essay on Moby Dick.

While he was eating a piece of toast, he wandered over to the table by the front door to look through the mail. He got a letter from Oxley every week, and it usually came on Fridays. He found a letter with Oxley's return address, but the envelope was addressed to 'Henry Jones', not 'Henry Williams'.

Frowning, Mutt held the letter up to the light, to try and see through the paper. Oxley almost never wrote letters to Indy, unless it was a lead on an artifact. Mutt shoved the rest of the toast in his mouth, and held the letter in both hands. He despised the thought of his parents going on another adventure without him, especially while he'd be stuck in school.

Mutt examined the back of the envelope, to see how well it was sealed. He looked at the front again, and only concentrated on the 'Henry' part of the name. He thought, I could say it was an accident. Tell them I thought it was for me. Tell them I only noticed the Henry part, and didn't realize it wasn't for me until I started reading it.

With a burst of defiance, Mutt ripped the letter open, and started to read.

Dear Indy,

I hope this letter reaches you swiftly, because I don't know when I'll be near a phone. Our mutual friend, Joseph Marlow, has been searching for the Seal of Solomon since the day he heard your father's theories about it. And if your father's theories are to be believed, we do not want that ring getting into the wrong hands. Unfortunately Joseph either got too close, or he succeeded in finding it, because he is missing.

A week ago I met with Joseph in Israel, per his request, to help him in his search. But I didn't get the chance to speak with him about it, because three Russian men were following him when he arrived. He confided in me that he was afraid for his life, and I provided a distraction so he could escape them. He agreed to meet me later that same day, but he never came, and I fear the worst.

Joseph had a house in Ohio, half a day's drive from you. Please search the house for any information on the Seal's location, and bring what you find to me in Israel. I'll have a scout at our usual place every day at noon. He can give you my whereabouts once you get here. I'll be cautiously trailing the Russians for now.



Joseph's address was on the bottom of the letter. Mutt scanned it one more time, and felt a stir of excitement in his gut. Oxley had told Mutt bedtime stories about the Seal of Solomon. Whoever wore it was supposed to have power over demons. Mutt wasn't sure if he believed in demons, but after seeing aliens with crystal sculls, anything was possible. And if the ring worked, and if Russians got the ring before the United States, that could lead to very bad things happening.

He desperately wanted to go to Israel, too. But he knew he couldn't. The stir of excitement turned to acid in his stomach. He'd promised to go to school. He'd promised to try his best. Running off for a week, when there was only one month left of school, would be breaking both of those promises. He was reluctant to admit it, but he did want his new father to be proud of him, and breaking his promises would not make any of the authority figures in his life proud.

Mutt looked at the clock. His father wouldn't be home for three hours. He looked back at the address, and a smile formed on his face. He might not be able to go to Israel, but he could have his own little adventure, and help out his old man in the process.

He picked up the phone and called the auto shop to let them know he couldn't come in on Sunday, but would work both days next weekend to make it up. Next he went to his room, and hastily shoved a change of clothes in his backpack, and grabbed his toothbrush. He went back to the table by the front door, flipped his mother's note over, and wrote:

Dear Mom and In

He stopped the pen mid stroke and thought that over. He changed the 'I' to a 'D', and the 'n' to an 'a' and wrote:

Dear Mom and Dad,

I accidentally opened the letter from Ox, and decided to save you a trip. I'm going to search Joseph Marlow's house, and I'll be back with what I find Saturday afternoon. I called into work, so I can do my homework on Sunday.


He scanned the letter again, and then set it down next to the opened letter from Oxley. He wrote the address on a new piece of paper, got a map of Ohio out of his father's study, and put on his leather jacket before heading out to his motorcycle with a smile.

# # #

Half an hour after Mutt left, Marion walked in the door with a bag of groceries in both arms. "Mutt, dear, could you come help me?"

Not getting any response, she called out, "Hello? Anyone home?"

She looked over at the side table, and found his note. She scanned it, and almost dropped her groceries. "Oh Mutt, tell me you didn't."

She rushed to the kitchen to set the bags down, and went back to pick up both Mutt's note, and Oxley's letter. After reading them both, Marion went straight to the phone, dialed Marshall College, and asked for her husband.

An hour later Marion and a furious Indy were on the road headed to Joseph's house.