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INDIANA JONES
lxiii. YET YOU'RE BOTH JACKASSES

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PRESENT
UNDERWORLD

THE LAND OF THE deceased was extremely peculiar in the eye of a newcomer. For some, this world looked like any other, considering they wouldn't recognize a lot of people, whether they were dead or alive. People were always walking up and down the sidewalks and making small talk. After all, how many dead people does the average person know on a personal level? The only issue was... Indiana Jones wasn't your average person. She knew more dead people in comparison to those who are alive. Actually, she knew more people who were murdered by her than the rest. Surely, someone would try to attack her, seeking revenge.

Something Indiana knew for sure was that this land was strange. While it seemed to appear as a town that was covered in cheap Halloween decorations, it was more than that. This town was different, and it wasn't just because it was the Underworld. It was because it looked just like Storybrooke.

Indiana didn't know Hades, but she was sure that he was a stalker. He had gotten the magical town of Storybrooke down with the most exquisite detail. From hairline cracks in the sidewalk to the exact place of the fire hydrants, Indiana wasn't sure if she was uncomfortable or impressed with the fanboy's work.

Maybe it was because everyone was staring at her, but Indiana Jones couldn't shake off this weird feeling rising from the pit of her stomach. Something felt off. She felt like her body was trying to drag her to someone, like a magnet. But Indiana's feet remained planted. What was this feeling?

Then again, it sure did make settling in a lot easier than it should have been. After all, it's not everyday that you die and wake up in hell. Maybe that was why Indiana's first instinct was to waltz into Granny's Diner and grab something to sip on.

Indiana took her time in observing each person once everyone went back to what he or she was doing. She paid no attention to the conversations, finding them unimportant. Instead, she started to walk toward the bar where a few people sat. As she walked, Indiana suddenly came to a halt when she heard something whizzing in the air. Then, she instantaneously turned around and caught something in the air: a shiny dart.

"What the hell?" Indiana mumbled, staring at the red dart in her hands. She looked up, seeing a figure standing a few feet away from her. Where he stood, his face was covered by a shadow. "You could have hit me!"

The figure shrugged. "I never miss," the male declared. "Besides, you're dead. What does it matter?"

Indiana narrowed her eyes at the man. "What's your deal?" Indiana demanded as he walked forward, closer to the brunette. At this point, many people were staring. As the man's face was revealed to her, Indiana's eyes widened. "Holy shit."

Chiseled chin, annoying smirk, crystal clear blue eyes, athletic build. This couldn't be... but it was... it was him, but it wasn't.

"I know, I'm extremely attractive," the man arrogantly retorted, making Indiana feel the urge to roll her eyes. She didn't, mostly because of the state of shock she was in.

"You... You look just like..." Indiana trailed off, certainly taken aback.

The man sighed, suddenly slightly agitated. "It appears that you know my brother, David," the man realized, recoiling as if the mere mention of his brother was like Dreamshade. "I can assure you, I'm nothing like my twin. I'm actually fun, and I'm not talking about darts." Then, he winked at Indiana, making her want to throw up all of her organs in disgust.

"Yet you both are jackasses," Indiana mumbled. "You know, if you think you can just—"

"Alright, that's enough," a voice unexpectedly interrupted, a hint of entertainment laced in his voice. "As much fun as watching this is, I'm afraid I have no desire to watch Indiana decapitate anyone on her first day down here."

Confused, Indiana slowly turned around, her eyes landing on someone with blond hair and a scar running down the side of his face. Indiana's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "Oh my..." Indiana started.

"I know," Felix replied with a smirk. He looked over at James, who looked at Indiana as if she were meat. "You can walk away now, James." James narrowed his eyes at Felix, but walked away once his eyes landed on some girl sitting in a booth. Once the prince walked away, Felix smirked at Indiana and patted the bar stool beside him, as if telling her to sit down next to him. Slowly and cautiously, Indiana did, pulling it out to sit down. "Did you miss me, princess?"

Indiana stared at him in confusion. "I don't... I don't understand," Indiana admitted. "When did you die? How? When?"

Felix smiled weakly at her. "Pan," Felix revealed. That was all he had to say for everything to click in Indiana's head.

"Oh... I see," Indiana realized, clenching her fist. "In order to enact the curse, he had to give up the heart of the thing he loved most..."

"Yes. Apparently, that didn't have to be you," Felix added. "Instead of killing you, he killed his most loyal Lost Boy."

Indiana frowned, but furrowed her eyebrows together when she noticed how content Felix was. "You don't appear to be very upset," Indiana pointed out, picking up the glass of water that was passed to her by the Lost Boy beside her. She took a sip as he replied.

"I was," Felix admitted. "In fact, if I wanted to get my revenge. I could've done it right now. That water you're drinking? I could've easily filled it with the water from the River of Lost Souls. One drop and your soul would be lost forever." Indiana's eyes widened as she spat the water back into the glass. "But I wouldn't do that to you, of course."

"You're still a dick, I see," Indiana joked, pushing the water away from her.

"As I was saying, I was quite upset," Felix continued. "But once you come down here, your death doesn't seem as bad as the others. I can't say the same for you, but... for example," he pointed at a man speaking to another man, "both of those men were killed by a hitman. They don't know the details, just that it was a girl. Something about burning alive."

Indiana pressed her lips into a fine line. "That was me," Indiana sheepishly mumbled.

"Oh," Felix said, pointing out another person. "Well, what about that one over there? He was choked with his small intestine."

"Also me," Indiana added awkwardly.

Felix nodded and hummed to himself before spotting another person. He pointed out a pretty redhead sitting in a booth, trying her best to ignore Prince James, who clearly just wanted to get in her pants. "That girl over there? She was tortured and assassinated by the hands of her best friend because her friend, Jaz was in love with the redhead's brother. It was one-sided, though, so to help her brother, the redhead refused to give Jaz consent to date him, thus resulting in her death."

"Ooh..." Indiana flinched. "That sucks. Also oddly detailed. Did you know her or something?"

The boy went quiet as he looked down at the countertop. "Yeah," he mentioned. "She's my sister."

"Sister!?" Indiana exclaimed, gaining a few looks from some of the townspeople. Quieting her voice a bit, Indiana continued to speak. "You never told me you had a sister."

"Her name's Annie. My big sister," Felix explained. "She was more of a mother than our mother ever was. She had such a big heart."

"I don't understand," Indiana commented. "If she's over there, then why aren't you two together? When Killian and I were reunited, I didn't want to leave his side for even a minute." She smiled bittersweetly at the thought of her big brother.

He was quiet for a moment, as if thinking of the right words to say to his best friend of many decades. "Let me explain the rules of the Underworld. Where we are right now is... an in between," Felix informatively said. "You can either delve deeper into hell or go to a... a better place. I don't know all the specifics about going deeper into hell, but I do know that the only way to go to... heaven, if you will, is by resolving your unfinished business."

"Unfinished business? What do you mean by that?" Indiana wondered.

"Everyone down here has an unfinished business, something that they were unable to resolve before dying," Felix answered. "You have one, I have one, all of us do. All you have to do is figure it out and you're free to go."

Indiana thought about his words for a moment. "Then... does that mean your unfinished business has to do with Annie?" Indiana questioned. "Does she even know you exist?"

Felix sighed, shaking his head. "When you go to a place like this, the Underworld... you immediately have a link between you and whatever family you have down here. Almost like you're being pulled to them until you're reunited. That's how I found Annie. So I've been... following her around. Everyday she comes to the Diner after her shift at the animal shelter. She orders eggs and bacon because she refuses to eat breakfast at a reasonable time," Felix listed, giving Indiana stalkerish vibes. Then again, it reminded her of her days before the curse was broken, when Mary Margaret was in love with David Nolan. "What I'm trying to explain is... Annie has a nice life here, even if I'm not apart of it. I don't want to ruin it for her."

"But you two could go to a better place together!" Indiana shouted, gaining more looks once again. Indiana sighed. "I really don't understand you."

Felix shrugged. "Well, enough about me. I've decided to take a new task upon myself," Felix declared. "We're going to discover what your unfinished business is."

Indiana raised an eyebrow. "How the hell are we supposed to do that?" Indiana demanded. He shrugged. "Do you even have a plan?" He shook his head. "Then, this is hopeless!"

"Oh, come on, Indie," Felix said. "Where's the adventure if we have a written out plan?"

And thus, Indiana: Adventurer Extraordinaire was back.

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