Okay, so this idea popped into my head while watching Indiana Jones: The Last Crusade a while back, and I couldn't help writing this. So, constructive criticism appreciated, flames are NOT welcome. Also, sorry if this is slightly inaccurate in terms of events in the movie. It's been a little while since I've seen it.

Thank you, and I hope you enjoy the story. If not, too bad.

. . .

Indiana Jones always has his set of close encounters. Does this one take the cake? Mm... probably not. But it is an event that definitely would stay in his memory for the rest of his life- or until he went senile. Whichever happened to come first.

It was during his quest to find the Holy Grail that it happened. Indy and his father were in Berlin to recover the diary. And Indy had managed to get the diary back from Elsa (while in the process, having a little spat with her. What is it with him and women?). He was trying to make his way out if the crowd of Nazi-crazies when of course, he just had to bump into the Nazi leader himself.

Shit, Indy thought. And I have the diary right here, in my hands. This isn't good.

Hitler glared at Indy as though he were scandalized, then at the diary in his hands. It was very fortunate that Indy happened to be wearing a soldier uniform he swiped from a Nazi that he knocked out earlier. Still, Indy was very tempted to back away right then and there, but that would arouse suspicion, and the last thing he needed right now was more Nazis on his tail. And of course, his adrenaline levels were through the roof at this point. If he realises what I've got in my hands, I am definitely as good as dead...

Hitler took the diary from Indy's hands and opened it up to the first page. Indy started praying that he wouldn't look any further. Thankfully all the German did was take a pen out of his pocket, write something on the page, and then practically shove the book back into Indy's hands.

Indy stood there as Hitler moved on to do whatever, relaxing slightly. He made his way through the crowd to his father, who looked at him worriedly. "Are you alright, Junior? You look rather... pale."

Indy sighed. "Dad, how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me Junior?"

"Never mind that," Henry Jones replied. "Did you get the diary?"

Indy nodded. He opened up the diary and saw what Hitler had written.

"Is there something wrong?" Henry asked.

"Nothing, aside from the fact that I just got an autograph in the scariest way possible," Indy told him. Unless snakes also give autographs... I HATE snakes. "Let's get the hell out of here."