"How many times do I have to tell you?" Indiana Jones snapped at his son as he peered out of his windshield into the pouring rain and drove cautiously down the street. The rain was coming down thick and heavy on that Wednesday afternoon and it almost meant Indy's window wipers couldn't keep up with the constant downpour. Henry Walton Jones III rolled his eyes as he sat back in his seat and lazily flipped his switchblade from one finger to another.

"How many times do you need telling that I don't want to be in that college pops?" His son snapped back at him and Indiana gritted his teeth and allowed his hands to grasp onto the wheel of his car a little tighter.

"Don't call me pops. I am your father Henry," Indiana reminded him of that not so little fact.

"Then don't call me Henry," his son retorted back at him.

"I don't like the name Mutt for you," Indiana admitted. "Anyway, you're getting off the point."

"No. You did that by telling me not to call you pops, old man," Mutt smirked slyly to himself as he glanced out his window into the rain.

"Don't call me old man," Indiana bit the bait and then shook his head slowly. "Marshall College is one of the best colleges in this state…" Indiana began but Mutt cut him off;

"…which is full of preppies."

"Henry…" Indiana tried to begin again;

"It's Mutt," the teen snapped back at him. "And I have no interest in college…it's tiresome and not what I want to do."

"You are furthering your education. I don't want my son to be a lazy buffoon," Indiana said.

"I was happy trying to be a mechanic and now I am stuck in the crappy college studying archaeology so you can keep an eye on me," Mutt groaned.

"Language Henry," Indiana scolded him. "There is only so much I can do to stop you getting kicked out of the college. Soon they will want you gone…and I don't need that…it will make me look bad."

"Look gramps, you can't just waltz into my life and tell me what I have to do."

"I'm your father."

"By blood only," Mutt whispered and the two of them lapsed into silence for another minute.

"I'll be telling your mother," Indiana threatened him and Mutt sat up a little more and pulled his comb from his pocket.

"You're playing the mom card on me?"

"It tends to be the only thing I can do to make you listen," Indiana retorted. He hated having little control over his son and that he had to turn to Marion to get him to do what Indiana wanted him to do. He didn't want for his only child to live a life of lounging around and depending on others; instead he wanted for him to be independent and stand on his own two feet and have a decent job.

"Fine. Tell mom," Mutt grumbled to him.

"I will…and you might enjoy college a little more if you try and fit in with some other people instead of the ones you hang around with," Indiana said honestly and Mutt's eyes opened wide at what he was hearing.

"You mean to become a preppy? Walk around with my nose in the air like I own the place because I have money? Dress like a complete tool? You can't make me change how I am!" Mutt snapped at Indiana.

"I didn't mean become a fully fledged preppy Henry. We both know that would kill you. Just stop making fun of them and be a little nicer," Indy replied realising he had angered his son at the thought of him ever becoming a preppy.

"No. End of." Mutt said and he had to remain calm so that he didn't hit anything in the car which would only upset his old man more. The rest of the drive was spent in silence with the two men looking out the window but in opposite directions, but, then Mutt saw something.

"Gramps…stop the car," Mutt demanded as he continued to stare out his window. Indiana slowed down to basically a halt as he looked at Mutt.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Just stop the car," Mutt demanded of his father and this time Indiana did what he had been told to do.

"Now, what is it?" Indy sighed in frustration as Mutt leaned towards his father and pointed out the window on his door. Indy struggled to see anything due to constant rain falling from the heavens above but when he narrowed his eyes through his glasses and noted a slim figure in the rain that was sat on a bench at the side of the road under a tree.

"Isn't that the preppy?" Mutt asked and Indy just simply nodded in response to his son.

"It looks like Miss Lyons…we'd best go see if she's okay…does she look like she is bleeding to you?" Indy asked for a second opinion.

"If she wasn't bleeding then I wouldn't have made you stop the car so I could just sit here and watch some stupid preppy getting wet," Mutt retorted and Indy narrowed his eyes at his son as he reached for his door handle;

"You coming?"

"The rain would mess my hair up," Mutt said which caused Indiana to roll his eyes at his son before he opened up the door. With the amount of grease you put in I don't think standing beneath the Niagara Falls would cause it damage Indy thought as he dashed across the road in the rain. As he ran he saw the girl train her large blue eyes onto him and she had a questioning look on her face.

"Miss Lyons….why are you sat out here in the rain?" Indy shouted over the noise of the thunder as the girl just continued to stare at Indiana.

"Do I know you?" she managed to call above the noise of the pounding rain and it was Indiana's turn to frown at what he was hearing come from her lips. He looked at her face more closely and he did note she was bleeding from her hair but the rain was doing its best job to hide it from being visibly noticed too well.

"Miss Lyons…what happened to you?" Indy asked her.

"Who are you?" she replied, not answering his question.

"I…I'm a professor Miss Lyons…I teach you…" Indy stuttered in absolute confusion as to what she was doing just sat there and staring at him in wonder.

"Oh," she managed to say and a bolt of lightning struck from the sky.

"Miss Lyons come with me. You can't stay here in the rain," Indiana tried to persuade her. She looked around the street as if she was waiting for someone before she took Indy's outstretched hand. Indiana ran back to the car with her and opened up the back door for her to climb into. As Indy opened his door Mutt turned around his seat with raised brows and narrowed eyes.

"What happened to you preppy?" he asked her and she caught his eye contact and her eyes opened wider as she cocked her head to the side;

"Preppy?" she asked in confusion and then Mutt looked to his father who shook his head. "Is that my name?"

"What the hell?" Mutt whispered slowly as he turned to sit back in his seat and stare out the window as Indy poked his head through the gap in the seats and looked at the blonde who was sat in the middle.

"No…your name is Penelope Lyons…you attend college and study archaeology…look Miss Lyons, we'll drive you home and get you dried. I imagine your father will be worried about you," Indiana said. "Can you give me directions to your house?"

"I…I don't know…where I am…my father?" she asked and Indiana was able to determine what she had in a matter of moments after she had garbled about not knowing her family or where she lived. Mutt was just sat in the front seat as he watched her in the rear view mirror with his brows knitted together.

"Miss Lyons. You can trust me, okay?" Indy said.

"You seem…trustworthy..." Penelope said and Indiana nodded.

"I am. I'm going to take you back to my house and we're going to get a doctor to come and make sure you're not hurt because you're bleeding," Indy observed and he went into his pocket and pulled a handkerchief out as he leaned to the back seat and pressed it onto where the blood was flowing. Penelope gasped in pain at first as he made contact with her skin.

"Can you hold that there for me?" Indy asked gently and Penelope nodded and took over where his hand had been as she held it onto her skin.

"Right then," Indiana said as he began to drive in silence. Mutt continued to keep glancing back at Penelope as she stared out the window and had silent tears running down her cheeks. He noted how her tight blouse was now even tighter to her skin and he could make out the appearance of her bra under her white shirt. Her poodle skirt which normally flowed out was not as puffy as normal and instead seemed to have lost its life. Her makeup was running down her face and her normally pristine curly blonde hair was matted and tangled as it stuck to her face. Eventually they reached the Jones household and Mutt jumped from the car and raised his leather jacket up over his head to protect his hair as he ran into the household. Indiana opened the door up for Penelope and wrapped an arm around her shoulders as he led her into the house.

"Indiana Jones where have you been?" a voice exclaimed as he entered the home with Penelope looking around his house and taking in where she was.

"Marion…we need a doctor," Indy said as Marion turned the corner with Mutt in tow to see Indy stood with a young blonde girl who looked over at the woman who was frowning.

"What happened?" she asked.

"I don't know…we were driving home and then we notice Miss Lyons here sat on a bench in the rain. She has a cut in her head and we need the doctor to make sure she's okay…she didn't know the way to her house," Indy spoke as he went to stand next to his wife who looked up at him and they shared a silent moment of understanding. The Joneses looked at the blonde girl who stared back at them in worry and panic. Finally, Marion realised she may be making the girl uncomfortable and she walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her waist and ran a hand up and down her bare arms.

"Come on dear…let's get you out them wet clothes, you must be freezing," she said as Penelope looked over at Indy and he could sense her fretting.

"It's okay Penelope. Marion's my wife," he told her sternly and she allowed the woman to guide her up the stairs. Mutt watched on as Penelope moved past him and his mother held the handkerchief to her head. Indy slapped his soon around the head as soon as Marion and Penelope had moved up the stairs, Mutt yelped instantly and pulled his comb out and began brushing his hair.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"I saw you checking her out in the car…she doesn't need that considering she has no idea who you are or why she's here," Indy snapped and went off into the kitchen in search of the phone. Mutt followed him and jumped up on the worktop and allowed his feet to dangle as he watched his old man.

"What do you think happened?" Mutt pulled his blade out again.

"I have no idea…" Indy said as he began to dial for the sheriff and doctor.

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So this is my first fanfic to do with Indy, Marion and Mutt but I hope you enjoyed it and please leave me a review as Penelope has much more to come!