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INDIANA JONES
lxvi. OH, BROTHER

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PRESENT
UNDERWORLD

INDIANA JONES WAS ON a mission.

Nothing could possibly get in the way of her and what she had her heart set on. Once Indiana had her gears shifting in her head, it was practically impossible to stop them. Indiana was a woman--well, dead woman--who was more than determined to get what she desired, and that was... Wait... What exactly did Indiana want?

That was a question that Indiana genuinely, wholeheartedly was unable to answer.

Something was... reeling her in, if you will. It was almost as if she were a fish and someone had punctured a hook through her, hauling her out of water. The thought of it reminded Indiana of all the times her aunt would drag her by the ear as a child off to a corner just to scold her. Well, that was what the others villagers would think, considering they didn't like the troublesome child all that much. In reality, Aunt Lucy would be pretending to scold her and Indiana would be pretending to be upset about it.

Indiana thought about Felix's words prudently. Was it really true? Could Indiana truly find whatever deceased family she had in the Underworld? She knew Aunt Lucy was dead and has been for a long time. Perhaps she was being guided to her childhood hero. Something in Indiana wished to believe it. The other part of her--the more intelligent and realistic part of her--called B.S. This wasn't some kind of fairytale where everything would end up right in the end. She'd learned that happy endings weren't real the moment she woke up in the Underworld.

Destiny was something that had been troubling Indiana Jones. She'd been obsessed with knowing what her true destiny was. After all, for as long as she could remember, Indiana had been taught that after death, it was game over. Now, she was blessed--or maybe cursed--with awakening in a whole new world.

A part of Indiana was thwarted to learn that her "soul"--or whatever it was called at this point--had led her straight to a pub. Maybe she secretly was destined to be come an alcoholic and drink all of her pain away.

Whatever it was, nothing seemed to stop her feet from dragging Indiana into the pub.

Upon entering the alcohol scented building, Indiana's eyes curiously darted around her surroundings. Indiana had covered every inch of the Underworld possible, yet she had never seen this place before.

"Can I help you?" an unfamiliar voice called out to Indiana. The ocean-eyed girl cranked her neck around, spotting a man that oddly looked like her.

"I-I..." she trailed off. Indiana couldn't figure out why, but her adrenaline was coursing through her veins and her heart beat had picked up significantly. Clearing her throat, Indiana continued to speak. "Sorry. I was... er... expecting someone... else. Yeah. Sorry." She started to turn around. "I'll just be on my way now—"

"Wait," the man interrupted, walking around the bar in her direction. "Do I know you?"

Indiana adjusted her body to face him properly, looking up, considering he was 6'0 feet wall. She shrugged. "Probably," she answered. "Lots of people know me."

He raised his eyebrows at the girl's arrogance, though it was almost familiar to him. It was like a good memory. It made him feel nostalgic for a moment, but why? "Arrogance won't get you anywhere in life," the man responded.

"Well, then you'll be happy to know that what happens in life doesn't really matter anymore, now does it?" Indiana bitterly questioned. She sighed. "If you don't like my arrogance, then you'd adore my brother."

The man folded his arms over his chest. "Luckily, my brother is nothing like that," the bartender fired back.

Growing a bit peeved, Indiana narrowed her eyes at the man. "Can I help you or something? Because I'm really not a fan of you right now, and you don't want to be around when I'm pissed," she threatened.

"If I recall correctly, you walked in here," he mentioned.

"And you asked me to stay when I was trying to leave," Indiana pointed out. "Just who do you think you are?"

"Liam," he revealed. "Captain Liam Jones, at your service." Indiana suddenly tensed up. Surely that was just a coincidence... right? "And you?"

"Jones," she responded. "Indiana Jones."

Then, the two of them froze up. This certainly wasn't how Indiana expected her reunion with her oldest brother, and she was sure that this wasn't how things played out in Liam's mind, as well.

"Well, this is awkward," Indiana mentioned. "If I recall correctly, my boyfriend might've killed you before this life."

Liam's jaw dropped instantly. "Your boyfriend!? You're a child!" he exclaimed. "Wait a second, your boyfriend!?"

"Well, I hope you weren't expecting a girlfriend," Indiana deadpanned.

"Your boyfriend is that demon!?" Liam continued to babble. "How in the realms could I have let this happen?"

"You clearly have never heard of me," Indiana added quietly, unsure if she was entertained by his shock or not. She was beginning to see the resemblance between her and her brothers.

"No... this can't be true," Liam mumbled. He proceeded to pace back and forth around the bar. "But it has to be. She even has the same scar on her face."

Indiana's hand went up, touching the scar below her eye. "This? I've had it for as long as I could remember..." she trailed off.

"Yes, because you were dropped on your head as a baby! That's how you got it!" exclaimed Liam.

Her eyes widened. "You dropped me on my head as an infant!?" she shouted. "I could've died!"

"And look where you are now!" Liam shot back.

"I can't believe you dropped me!"

"Actually, it was Killian."

"Killian!?"

"Yes, Killian! Your brother--"

Indiana rolled her eyes. "I know who Killian is, you ninny," she fired back. "How could you let that idiot drop me on my head!?"

"Oh, brother," Liam mumbled with a sigh. He ran his hand through his brown hair.

Indiana let out an exasperated sigh. "Well, this is just bloody terrific, now isn't it..." she muttered.

Then, she and Liam sat down to discuss things, which only resulted in the brother-sister duo to argue even more. It was a wonder that the two could even stand being the same room as one another, even if they didn't necessarily detest one another.

As it turned out, the two were a lot more similar than expected. How was it that every reunion of the Jones siblings started out with arguments and hatred toward one another?

Perhaps the Jones brothers and sister were just your typical siblings that you would read about in stories or see in movies, excluding the whole fairytale business. That was something Indiana preferred to not go into depth with her newly found brother--the one who was supposedly better than Killian, as he had put it. If you asked Indiana, she preferred Killian, but Liam would have to do.

Things were going as smoothly as they could when Liam suddenly said something that made Indiana to a double-take. "Aunt Lucy didn't miss a single detail when describing you," Liam had stated.

Eyes widened, Indiana responded, "Aunt Lucy... You... You met her?" Liam nodded slowly. "Then she's here?" A frown tugged on Liam's lips as he broke eye-contact with Indiana. "Oh, great. What is it, now?"

"Aunt Lucy," he began. "I regret to inform you that she's been doomed to an eternity of being lost."

She arched an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, I don't understand..." she trailed off, already having a feeling about what Liam was going to say next.

"She was tricked and somehow managed to drink the water from the River of Lost Souls," he continued. He opened his mouth to elaborate more, but Indiana had heard enough.

"Who did this?" she interrupted, a dark look in her eyes. Liam was quiet. Now that he knew a bit of Indiana's past, he didn't need her to start anything with the being that did this to their aunt. "I'll say it one more time. If you know what's good for you, you'll tell me. Who did this?"

Then, Liam meekly choked out, "Hades."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

god dammit hades!

i haven't really proofread this chapter, so it's not really that great, but still don't forget to comment what you all thought!