My first Indy fanfic

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Posted by IndyAntilles from spider-tk074.proxy.aol.com on July 31, 1999 at 11:36:17:

This is my first Indy fanfic, titled "Indiana Jones and the hEart of Gaea". It's not much, but I just want to know if you would like to read some more. Please post and comments or suggestions you have. If you guys like it, then I will post more in the future. Enjoy!

Marshall College
Connecticut
May, 1946

ìHave you ever heard of Gaea, Dr. Jones?î
Indiana Jones was less than attentive. Ever since his old
acquaintance from the University of Chicago, Dr. James Thurbon,
showed up at Marshall, Indy knew it wouldnít be good. Ever since
he became an archaeologist, none of his friends or colleagues ever
showed up just to chat.
No, that would be too easy. Instead they came to Indy with
some sort of exotic story of lost civilizations, or arcane objects, and
hairbrained theories; and they always needed Indyís help. But who
was Indy to decline the offer for adventure?
He could think who he was. An college professor, who
spend more time on exotic adventures than he did in the classroom.
He had gone on enough escapades to last a man a dozen lifetimes.
He had seen two world wars, and fought, one way or another, in
both.
Indy felt that he had saved the world enough times from
ancient forces and ruthless enemies. After World War II, Indy made
a promise to himself to live a more serene life. He was getting too
old for this stuff. Yet there was something about the thrill of the
adventures that never made Indy really want to leave.
ìDr. Jones?î
Indy broke away from his thoughts, focusing back on the
present. ìHuh?...î Indy paused a moment, recalling the question.
ìGaea... the Greek goddess of nature, correct?î Indy
replied.
ìCorrect. Although, I have evidence that suggests more...î
Thurbon turned towards the window nearest Indyís desk, looking
out at the window. ìItís quite a portrait here, isnít it, Dr. Jones?î
Indy rose a bit from his chair to look out at the window. His
classroom was at the back of the college, and he had a pretty good
view of the woods surrounding the school. ìYeah, I guess so.
Never really noticed.î
Thurbon let out a laugh. ìYou would not believe how many
times I have heard that.î
ìSo, why did you want to know about Gaea?î Indy said,
trying to get the whole point to this conversation out of Thurbon.
ìThe reason I asked about Gaea, the reason Iím rambling on
about nature, is to reach some sort of point. However, it seems that
you wish to rush this. Am I keeping you from anything?î Thurbon
asked.
ìUh... no. Iím...Iím sorry,î Indy said, feeling a bit ashamed.
ìPlease, go on.î
Thurbon turned towards Indy. ìHave you ever heard of my
father, Dr. Jones? Dr. Raynard Thurbon?î
ìYes. He explored much of the South American jungles. I
read several of his works. They were rather interesting,î Indy
replied.
ìThen you also know that was regarded by many, including
me, to be a lunatic, an eccentric. He spent the last twenty-five years
of his life searching lost, underground cities in the heart of the
South American jungles.
ìDonít get me wrong, Dr. Jones. I loved him as a father, but
was more than disappointed in him as an archaeologist. Because of
his reputation as a mystic, my own career was marred as well.
Needless to say, I despise him for that alone; my career was
destroyed before it began.
ìSeveral years ago, while on an expedition, he encountered
some obstacles. A few days later a guide that was helping my
fatherís party throughout he jungle came upon a village, several
miles from where my father was last seen. Weak, thin, and bleeding,
he told the villagers that my father did indeed find something... but
he also encountered ëmonstersí. The guide didnít dare wander back
into the jungle, even with armed escort.î
ìAfter hearing of the incident, my colleagues and I traveled
down to the where the ill-fated expedition was last sighted, twelve
miles from Bacabal. We searched two square miles, but found little:
several torn pieces of fabric, a pocketwatch, and my fatherís
journal.î Thurbon withdrew the journal from his coat pocket. It
was a leather bound book, a little thick, with brown covers. The
book looked yellowed, tattered, and was probably deteriorated
from the time spent in the humid jungles. Thurbon handed the book
to Indy.
Indy looked down at it. Printed in thick, black letters was
the title, ìJournal of Raynard Thurbon.î He opened the book with
great care, fearing it was fragile. The pages were indeed yellow,
and were water-damaged. Some of the ink had run, but most of it
was still readable.
ìRead it, Dr. Jones. It is quite interesting, to say the least. I
never quite knew what my father was looking for; no one did. Now
I do. And you will, as well.î
Indy scanned several of the pages, then looked back up at
Thurbon. ìWhat do you want me for?î
ìI need you to help me find my father. I believe he is still
alive. I believe he has found hat he was looking for. However, I fear
that others are looking, as well,î Thurbon said.
Others...? Indy thought.
ìI have nothing to offer you, Dr. Jones, but the discovery of
a lifetime. And you have no obligation to me. The choice is yours.î
ìWhy me?î That was one question Indy had asked himself
for most of his career.
ìYouíre a man that is more for preservation than profit, Dr.
Jones. You are becoming a rare breed. Thatís why I can trust you.î
ìAnd how can I trust you?î Indy asked.
Thurbon laughed. ìYou canít. Itís up to you, Dr. Jones.
Read the journal. I shall return tomorrow. If you donít wish to
come along, at least youíll have an entertaining read.î

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