You know how it gose...I don't own IJ: KOTCS! ONLY VIV! Review ...no flames por favor!

Vivian Brody sat quietly in the back of the lecture hall as she watched Professor Jones pace back and forth in front of the blackboard (which was covered in Celtic glyphs). Although she was not a sophomore like the rest of the class, she had finished her classes for the day and was waiting patiently for Indy and herself to go out for dinner, like they did every Friday night, to catch up on the week's events.

As Indy walked over to his desk to pick up his pointer Vivian tried not to chuckle at his noticeable limp. It had been three weeks since Professor Jones had come back from his dig in Mexico, and that small incident with the Russian KGB's who had kidnapped him. When he told her about the whole nuclear bomb, King Cool refrigerator fiasco, of course she asked if he was alright physically, but the thought of him climbing out of a fridge like the one that sat in her own kitchen was one that made her laugh hysterically.

Indiana Jones was like an Uncle to Vivian, especially since her Grandfather, the former Dean of Marshall College, and Indy's old friend, Marcus Brody had passed away a few years ago, leaving everything to his only grandchild, whom he had raised since she was twelve, when her parents were killed in a car crash. Indy, who was left in charge of Marcus' home and effects until Vivian turned eighteen (which was only six months away at the time), was a Godsend.

As Indy rattled on about Neolithic ruins, Vivian felt a small gust of wind brush over her forearms. Looking up she saw an older man enter the through the door. The balding, grey-haired man smiled politely at Vivian before looking down to watch Indy. Dean Charles Stanforth. Vivian knew instantly that something was up. The man who replaced her Grandfather as Dean rarely, if ever came down from his office. Looking back to Indy she realized that he noticed Stanforth as well, and knew as well as she did that he wasn't there for just a friendly visit. Vivian's eyes snapped back to the Dean to see him nodding toward the door, wanting to speak with Indy privately in the hall.

Indy laid his pointer back on his desk, nodding to the Dean in acknowledgement. "Let's stop there for a moment," he said to the class. "Open up Michelson, chapter four. We'll discuss the differences between emigration and exodus when I get back." A few grumbles came from the class as he made his way back to the door. Indy smiled and winked at Vivian as he passed her and closed the door behind him.

A few moments later she heard Indy's upraised voice from the hall. And she wasn't the only one to notice; several other students whipped their heads around to look at the door with raised eyebrows. Vivian, being closest to the door, only made out a few words like, "absence, firing, indefinite, and money." She didn't need to hear much more then that to know what was happening.

Vivian sat on the edge of Indy's bed, next to a battered old suitcase that was half filled with clothes. Indy stood at his dresser picking out shirts and socks to pack, while the now ex-Dean Stanforth sat at Indy's desk, sipping wine from the glass in his hand.

"Where will you go Indy?" Vivian asked sullenly looking down at her feet.

Indy walked over to the bed with an armful of shirts and a rumpled suit jacket and crammed them into the suitcase.

"A train to New York," he explained. "Then overnight to London, for starters. Might end up teaching in Leipzig. Heinrich owes me a favor. I'll wire you when I get settled, and you can send me the rest of my things."

"I suppose there's nothing to keep you here." The Stanforth swirled the wine in his glass absent-mindedly. "I barely recognize this country anymore. The government's got us seeing Communists in our soup." He sighed loudly as Vivian smirked at the remark. "When hysteria reaches academia, I guess it's time to call it a career."

Indy looked over at the newly resigned dean of Marshall College. Indy had informed Vivian privately about Stanforth's resignation, and his own "indefinite leave of absence."

"How did Deirdre take the news?" Indy asked

Stanforth shrugged. "How dose any wife take such things? The look on her face was a combination of pride and panic." This caused another small smirk to pull on Vivian's lips.

Indy read the mix of emotions on Stanfoths face, along with regret. "I should never have doubted you my friend."

Vivian opened her mouth, but Stanforth beat her to the punch. "No, you have good reasons to question your friends these days."

"What he said," Vivian said with a small smile. "Well, except for me of course!"

Indy looked at the raven-haired girl with raised eyebrows before rolling his eyes. Sighing he sat next to Vivian on the bed and rubbed her hair affectionately before looking at the pictures of Marcus and his father on the nightstand. "It's been a brutal couple of years, Charlie. First dad, them Marcus…"

Stanforth nodded. "We seem to be at the age where life stops giving us things and starts taking them away."

Vivian's head shot up and looked at Stanforth. "Speak for yourself." Both men laughed heartily at the young girls reaction.

"Besides you Miss Brody, of course." Stanforth said shaking his head. A moment passed in awkward silence when Stanforth suddenly stood up and downed the rest of his wine.

Indy smiled as he and Vivian walked him to the front door. Shaking his hand Indy thanked Stanforth for what he did, to which Stanforth simply shrugged. Vivian shook his hand and thanked him as well.

"What for my dear?" Stanforth asked confused.

This stumped Vivian and she shrugged. "I guess I just felt that it just needed to be said." Stanforth smiled before turning and made his way home.

Back upstairs; Indy continued packing when he felt something settle on the crown of his head.

"You forgot some things" Vivian smiled as she placed Indy's old leather jacket and bullwhip in the suitcase.

Indy sighed and removed his trusty fedora and set it aside before he removed the jacket and whip. "No actually, I didn't. That part of my life is over Vivian." He didn't need to turn around to know Vivian's face was shocked.

"Indiana Jones what are you saying?"

Turning to the girl he looked down at her bright green eyes, a gift from her father, and saw something shocking in her eyes…pain.

"I am too old for that now Viv" Indy placed a hand on her shoulder.

Vivian wouldn't say what she wanted…that that was bull shit and he was just being sulky. That would be far too cruel for her to say. Smiling she nudged his shoulder lightly.

"You just go on saying that Indy."