Disclaimer: I do not own the Indiana Jones series or any of the characters, excluding an additional character I have added named Berry.

Authors Note: It's been awhile!

Nothing eventful happened the night we stayed at camp. Unless you call a scorpion crawling on Mutt's leg or eating crap leftovers exciting. I did learn that Arnold had more in store than simply finding "eternal life". He was on a search for an Ancient Egyptian artifact; said artifact would give complete protection over those who used this. I'm not really sure how it worked and I'm sure neither did he, for Arnold seemed at a loss for words when he was trying to explain what it did to his men.

So once again we were traveling as soon as the sun started to rise. It was hot, steamy, and overly dry. This time around Arnold had allowed us to ride on camels with his guards, he had said "you need your rest when I decide to sacrifice you to the gods of Egypt!" Yeah. Very enlightening, I know.

It was much better than walking. That's for sure. Still, the sun quenched my thirst and I felt my throat dry up and begin to disintegrate. Not even being able to speak I just watched on as we aimlessly tracked through the desert. Occasionally I heard the men speaking, but it was either in Russian or Arabic so it wasn't as if I understand what was being said.

We must have been traveling for hours before Arnold's cranky hoary voice boomed across the desert sand in wickedness, "Listen here men! We shall camp here now and in the morning wake before the sun comes up! We have reached our destination."

My throat felt drier than before. Not because of the heat, the desert, the sun, or dehydration. But because Arnold had said we accomplished making it. If immortality was here…

"Do you think we've made it?" Whispered Mutt cautiously. A guard was hovering over us closely; unlike the other one he wasn't reading a book. Mutt and I, like before, were in a separate tent from Indiana and Marion being held captive. They were talking about "the time of day the sun is at it's peak" or something along that general area.

I turned to Mutt and shrugged, "Not sure. Could be a complete myth and they'd brought us out here for nothing."

"Or it could be real and this guy could find eternal life and live forever to conquer the earth?" He said slowly as if he wasn't sure to be afraid or laugh.

"Or that…" I chuckled as I heaved a short sigh. Turning to Mutt I took in his rigid appearance. His facial hair was a bit more than before, but not by much; and it only added to his attractiveness. There was dirt all over his face and a small bit of dry blood under his nose and around his lips. Leaning my head back against the board I breathed heavily. I don't even want to know what I looked like right now.

"What do you think that artifact is that he wants?"

Glancing back at the boy I shrugged, "A ring, statue, necklace, a gem, some sort of pottery. The Egyptians had made many significant-" I waved my hand around not entirely sure what word to use to describe the many objects made, "- things."

"Do you think he knows what he's looking for?" Mutt cocked his head to the side as he bit his lip. He looked deep in concentration, trying hard to put all this together.

"No."

There was a brief silence and we could hear shouts echoing throughout the campsite. It sounded masculine, angered, and treacherous. Mutt and I shared a look before looking out towards the entrance of our tent. Our guard gave us a pointed look before exiting the area leaving the two of us alone.

"Berry," Mutt breathed and I turned to face him. He nodded his head in the direction behind me. "Can you reach that babe?"

It was a dagger. Left in the desert sand beside a chair the guard was sitting in. He wasn't as observant as I thought he was. Pushing my body as hard as I could I rotated myself around the wooden slate. I could feel my hands rubbing hard against the rope tied against my wrists. Hissing I ignored the pain. When I was facing the dagger I reached my feet out and was able to kick it closer to my body. Bringing it around, I shuffled back to face Mutt.

"How are we going to use it?" I quizzed as I looked up at the boy in hope.

"Kick it over to me." So I did. When it reached his foot he kicked it back so it hit the wooden post in the sand. He sunk his body deep in the sand, dragging his wrist down the pole, until he was able to grab the dagger with his fingers. He picked it up and in one swift movement cut the ropes around his wrist. When he finished cutting off the rope that tied his legs together he crawled over to me and cut mine off. "Let's get outta here."

Mutt grasped my hand, and I looked down to notice that both our wrists hand blisters and were bleeding from the ropes. Looking away I just took in the feeling off his ruff hands around mine. We went to the back of the tent and lifted up the bottom carefully, when we saw the cost was clear we crawled out from underneath. We waited there for a few moments, debating to look for his mom and dad or go. In the end we decided to stay where we were, we were hoping like last time Arnold would put Marion and Indiana back in the tent with us so we could get them loose and make a run for it.

We were right in our assumption. Marion and Indiana were placed back in the tent. But when they saw we were missing it became a big mess. Guards and people were shouting all over the place, and they became smart and left a guard with Indiana and Marion. Mutt decided to go into the tent by himself, with much silent yelling from me. I didn't have time to take in what happened before someone crawled back out from the tent and grabbed my arm, pulling me off in the direction of some sand hills. It was too dark to see whom it was and I was too scared to ask.

"Let's stop here. So we can keep the camp them in sight."

Indiana Jones.

"Dr. Jones!" I gasped, trying to regain my breathing. The two of us plopped down in the sand. "What happened to Mutt and Marion?"

"One of the guards knocked Mutt out and Marion wouldn't leave without him. They'll be fine."

"Fine? We are just going to leave them there?" I exclaimed in a hushed tone. I glared as I moved closer to Indiana to get a closer look at his face. He looked calm. "But… it's your wife and son!"

"And Arnold wont kill them because he knows I wont do anything without either of them."

Silence.

"Get some sleep. We have to wake up early enough to get inside that temple."