Disclaimer: Not mine. Just a quick drabble that popped into my head after I saw the movie. After all – history goes in cycles, correct? Hope you enjoy. Maybe I'll expand this into a series of drabbles someday – but for now, it remains a one-shot.
Karma
"Snakes?" Mutt Jones (formerly Williams) sat back in his chair, a disgusted look on his face. "You're afraid of snakes?"
His father glared at him from across the table.
"I mean, seriously?" Mutt cast a dubious glance at the older man. "Geez, dad, they're not that scary."
Marion rolled her eyes as she pulled out a chair. "And I suppose you're the expert?" She glanced at her husband, a fond smile curling her lips. "Stop baiting your father, young man. After all – " her lips quirked into a mischievous grin – "there are worse things to be afraid of."
Mutt shrank back in his chair, an embarrassed "Mom!" filling the air.
His father tilted his head, a certain amount of devilish glee filling his eyes. "I have got to hear this."
"Mom!" An uncharacteristic look of panic filled the younger man's face as he pleaded with her.
"Now, now, dear, I'm sure there's nothing to be embarrassed about." Marion smiled cheerfully at her son, eyes dancing with suppressed mirth. "After all, rats are quite scary aren't they?" Marion tussled his hair.
"Mom!" Mutt wailed, face red.
"You're afraid of rats?" His father darted an indecipherable look in his direction.
Mutt scowled down at the table. "I hate rats, all right?"
"Scared to death of them." Marion confirmed with a grin.
Indiana Jones looked at his son for a long moment, a fond, almost wistful smile crossing his face. "Definitely a Jones."