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Posted by Tessa from spider-we044.proxy.aol.com on July 31, 1999 at 18:20:56:

In Reply to: My first Indy fanfic posted by IndyAntilles 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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: : 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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