OK...The title is : Indiana Jones and the Last Goodbye...thanks Timo!! (NM)

Posted by Indiana Jimmie from 1Cust13.tnt1.beaverton.or.da.uu.net on June 26, 2000 at 07:22:42:

In Reply to: Well, for better or worse, here it is.....My first one... posted by Indiana Jimmie on June 24, 2000 at 08:57:01:

: Here is my first Indy story. Most of you may not like it.
: Please remember that this is a very rough draft (it doesn't even have a name yet...HEY! Name contest!! Name Indiana Jimmie's story!!), so don't be too harsh if it's poorly written. I banged this out last night in about an hour.
: Thanks for all feedback,
: Indiana Jimmie

:
: “Dr Jones? Indy?”
: Indiana Jones weakly turned his head away from Nurse Kelsey as she entered the room he occupied here at the Twin Oaks. They had confiscated his eyepatch a few days ago, and he was very self-conscious of the gaping hole and twisting scar where his eye used to be.
: “ C’mon, Dr Jones…don’t ignore me. I’m not going away,” insisted the nurse. She was an older woman, slightly overweight, and wheezed when she spoke. Indy had always smelled almonds when she was around…..the scent made him think of arsenic, and so he refused to eat any meals brought in by her. She was, as a result, prone to push him more than the other staff members. “You have a visiter.”
: “No.”
: Indy continued to stare at the opposite wall.
: “I’m sorry, Dr Jones, but the gentleman insisted,” pressed the nurse as she opened the curtains covering the windows.Bright sunlight exploded into the room. Indy squinted his good eye.
: Indy wanted nothing more than to be left alone these days, and would have left the Twin Oaks long ago, if it weren’t for his failing health. He often wondered just how long he would hold on; his mind as keen as when he was a young man, trapped inside an old man’s body….a body that was rapidly deteriorating. A grim thought crossed his mind just then : So this is how it ends for Indiana Jones, world renowned archeologist. Not at the hands of Nazi’s, or cold-war era Russians…..but as an enfeebled, 105 year old man curled in a bed, unable to utter more than a few words at a time. He thought of his friends then; Sallah, who had passed many years ago while on a trip to Japan, a victim of a fanatical cult’s gas attack.; Marion Ravenwood, who never fully recovered from the Ark of the Covenant incident, and ended up drinking herself into oblivion a few years later; Marcus Brody, the museum curator who was more a father to Indy than his real father…
: At that, a tear slid down Indy’s cheek as he remembered his father, and how it had taken his father being kidnapped by the Nazi’s to bring them together. Though they were never very close, even after that shared adventure – that was the one and only time that his father had ever referred to him by his nickname of Indiana – they had, after all, enjoyed many years of quiet reconciliation.
: The nurse was now smoothing out his bedclothes – another of her annoying habits. He grumbled, seemingly incoherently, to himself, and she retreated.
: “Besides,” continued the nurse, “I’m quite sure you’ll enjoy THIS particular gentleman’s company.” And with that, she exited the room.
: Indy stared at the wall a few moments more, then turned onto to his back. As he did, he noticed a gray haired man standing in the center of the room. His almond-shaped eyes studied Indy. Startled, Indy barked, “Hello, boy. Now go away.”
: “Not this time," replied the man. “I came as soon as I was able. I had a heck of a time tracking down what had happened to you. I finally found your daughter a few days ago.”
: “So?” grunted Indy. He was tired. Sleep threatened to obliterate the world. He would have welcomed it, but this man had mentioned seeing his daughter
: “what is it you want?”
: “Just to see you.”
: “Why?”
: The man became uncomfortable. “I had to tell you that I’m ok. That I forgive you.” He sat down in the chair next to Indy’s bed.
: Indy turned towards the wall again.
: “You left me,” the man stated.
: “I was single. They TOOK you away,” Indy’s whispered retort was bitter.
: “You left me,” the man persisted.
: Indy opened his mouth to speak, choked, regained his voice, and said, “I’m dying, I think.”
: “I’m sorry,” the man replied. He stood, and with some effort, stretched. “I won’t be far behind, I think.”
: Indy’s voice was calm, small. ”You’d better go.”
: “Yes….Well. Ok.” He turned to leave. Pausing at the door to Indy’s room, the man turned, and said quietly, “We had some good times. You were my best friend. For the longest time, I hated you.”
: There was an awkward pause at this. Finally, with tears in his eyes, the man spat, “Goodbye ,” and fairly bolted from the room.
: Indiana Jones, grunting with effort, rolled onto his back to stare at the door, to stare after his old friend. As he drifted off to sleep, he whispered, “Goodbye, Short Round.”

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: : Here is my first Indy story. Most of you may not like it.
: : Please remember that this is a very rough draft (it doesn't even have a name yet...HEY! Name contest!! Name Indiana Jimmie's story!!), so don't be too harsh if it's poorly written. I banged this out last night in about an hour.
: : Thanks for all feedback,
: : Indiana Jimmie

: : 
: : “Dr Jones? Indy?”
: : Indiana Jones weakly turned his head away from Nurse Kelsey as she entered the room he occupied here at the Twin Oaks. They had confiscated his eyepatch a few days ago, and he was very self-conscious of the gaping hole and twisting scar where his eye used to be.
: : “ C’mon, Dr Jones…don’t ignore me. I’m not going away,” insisted the nurse. She was an older woman, slightly overweight, and wheezed when she spoke. Indy had always smelled almonds when she was around…..the scent made him think of arsenic, and so he refused to eat any meals brought in by her. She was, as a result, prone to push him more than the other staff members. “You have a visiter.”
: : “No.” 
: : Indy continued to stare at the opposite wall.
: : “I’m sorry, Dr Jones, but the gentleman insisted,” pressed the nurse as she opened the curtains covering the windows.Bright sunlight exploded into the room. Indy squinted his good eye.
: : Indy wanted nothing more than to be left alone these days, and would have left the Twin Oaks long ago, if it weren’t for his failing health. He often wondered just how long he would hold on; his mind as keen as when he was a young man, trapped inside an old man’s body….a body that was rapidly deteriorating. A grim thought crossed his mind just then : So this is how it ends for Indiana Jones, world renowned archeologist. Not at the hands of Nazi’s, or cold-war era Russians…..but as an enfeebled, 105 year old man curled in a bed, unable to utter more than a few words at a time. He thought of his friends then; Sallah, who had passed many years ago while on a trip to Japan, a victim of a fanatical cult’s gas attack.; Marion Ravenwood, who never fully recovered from the Ark of the Covenant incident, and ended up drinking herself into oblivion a few years later; Marcus Brody, the museum curator who was more a father to Indy than his real father…
: : At that, a tear slid down Indy’s cheek as he remembered his father, and how it had taken his father being kidnapped by the Nazi’s to bring them together. Though they were never very close, even after that shared adventure – that was the one and only time that his father had ever referred to him by his nickname of Indiana – they had, after all, enjoyed many years of quiet reconciliation.
: : The nurse was now smoothing out his bedclothes – another of her annoying habits. He grumbled, seemingly incoherently, to himself, and she retreated.
: : “Besides,” continued the nurse, “I’m quite sure you’ll enjoy THIS particular gentleman’s company.” And with that, she exited the room.
: : Indy stared at the wall a few moments more, then turned onto to his back. As he did, he noticed a gray haired man standing in the center of the room. His almond-shaped eyes studied Indy. Startled, Indy barked, “Hello, boy. Now go away.”
: : “Not this time," replied the man. “I came as soon as I was able. I had a heck of a time tracking down what had happened to you. I finally found your daughter a few days ago.” 
: : “So?” grunted Indy. He was tired. Sleep threatened to obliterate the world. He would have welcomed it, but this man had mentioned seeing his daughter
: : “what is it you want?”
: : “Just to see you.”
: : “Why?”
: : The man became uncomfortable. “I had to tell you that I’m ok. That I forgive you.” He sat down in the chair next to Indy’s bed.
: : Indy turned towards the wall again.
: : “You left me,” the man stated.
: : “I was single. They TOOK you away,” Indy’s whispered retort was bitter.
: : “You left me,” the man persisted.
: : Indy opened his mouth to speak, choked, regained his voice, and said, “I’m dying, I think.”
: : “I’m sorry,” the man replied. He stood, and with some effort, stretched. “I won’t be far behind, I think.”
: : Indy’s voice was calm, small. ”You’d better go.”
: : “Yes….Well. Ok.” He turned to leave. Pausing at the door to Indy’s room, the man turned, and said quietly, “We had some good times. You were my best friend. For the longest time, I hated you.”
: : There was an awkward pause at this. Finally, with tears in his eyes, the man spat, “Goodbye ,” and fairly bolted from the room.
: : Indiana Jones, grunting with effort, rolled onto his back to stare at the door, to stare after his old friend. As he drifted off to sleep, he whispered, “Goodbye, Short Round.”

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