Ok, I know 'Father of Mine' was suppose to be a one shot, but I went to see the 3rd Mummy movie this afternoon and was struck with the parallels between that movie and Indiana Jones. I also noticed that the characters of Rick and Alex O'Connell, seemed to be going through the same things Indy and Mutt went through (Although there seemed to be more closure with Rick and Alex). So, of course, who better to give Indy advice on being a father, then Rick. Plus, I liked the idea of Mutt and Alex trying to out do each other with their experiences.

So anyway, Don't own the Mummy, just like last chapter, where I didn't own Star Wars or Indiana Jones. If you have a problem, then you can't pin it on me.

No Beta. Sorry if this is an issue.

P.S. Was I the only one who laughed during the Mummy, when Alex admitted that he dropped out of school? Just curious.

The Bar was quiet, its lights dim, casting shadows through the smoke, the quiet ramblings of the few occupants creating a gentle murmur. A voice cut through the dim, continuing a conversation which had been the center point of the meeting between the two young men.

"A whole army of Mummies." the voice said.

It was the voice of a young man, sitting by the bar, with his feet resting on a chair. This was Alex O'Connell, aged 20. Looking over at his companion for the evening, He pushed his sandy blond hair away from his eyes. His companion grinned and met his gaze.

"Telepathic Aliens" the other challenged.

Alex rolled his eyes as his good friend, 19 year old Henry 'Mutt' Jones III, grinned.

"Yeti. In the Himalayas!" he replied.

"Killer ants in Akator." Mutt laughed, picking up his drink.

Alex thought about this for a moment.

"Akator?" he asked.

Mutt took a quick sip from his glass before resting it back on the bench.

"El Dorado" he answered.

"Oh." Alex replied. He sat quietly for a moment, drumming his fingers on the bar. "Lots of gold?" He finally asked.

Mutt shook his head. "None."

Alex grinned to himself. "As my uncle John would say, What a waste."

Mutt gave a small snort of laughter.

"Yeah, your uncle would say that." he replied.

Both men sat in silence for a minute, their minds cast back to their past adventures. Finally Alex fixed his gaze back on his friend.

"So…you back at school?" he asked casually.

Mutt sighed. "Yes. Couldn't get around it after the old man found out. He is determined that I gain my doctorate in Archaeology. He is so arrogant about it…." He stopped, catching himself before he lost his calm. "How about you? Did your dad go nuts when he discovered you ditched school and went to China?" He asked.

Alex shrugged. "It hasn't really come up yet." He thought for a few seconds. "Mind you, we only got back home a few days ago."

Mutt nodded. "Lucky" he muttered to himself.

Alex grinned and picked up his drink. He held it in a mock toast.

"Here's to fathers and their attempts to make us learn."

Mutt picked up his own glass and knocked it against Alex's.

"Lets hope they never succeed." He replied.

Sitting in the shadows, another figure sighed and reached for his pocket. Pulling out 20 dollars, he passed it to the figure next to him who just grinned.

"See Jones." the figure said, slipping the notes into his own pocket. "I told you your kid was smarter then you gave him credit for."

Dr Indiana Jones, glared at his friend. "I was never questioning my son's intellect O'Connell, I just didn't think he would discover the door quiet so fast."

Rick O'Connell's grin widened. "No need to get sore Indy." He said, trying not to laugh. "I was just trying to suggest that the kid is sneaky, just like his old man"

Indy relaxed back into his seat, his eyes glued to the two younger men, sitting at the bar and laughing at something Alex had just said. Finally Indy sighed.

"You know, sometimes I feel like I have failed Mutt as a father. We fight every other day, I have caught him skipping school more then once…" he said. He turned to Rick. "How did you make things right with Alex?" he asked.

Rick looked at Indy, seeing the worry in his eyes.

"Listen Jones. Being a father is not about right or wrong. Its about supporting your kid. Mutt is smart and I'm sure he knows what he is doing. Back off a bit, and I'm sure he will see that you are only trying to help."

Indy thought about this for a moment.

"I suppose you are right O'Connell. I have been a bit hard on the kid in the last few months." He lapsed into silence.

"Better then being too soft, Jones" Rick replied, remembering his own mistakes.

After a few moments, Rick looked over at the bar. Then he laughed.

"Well, that would have to be a first. Alex was in and out of a bar without getting into a single fight."

Indy looked over at the bar. The younger men had disappeared. Still chuckling, Rick stood up and stretched.

"Well, I really should get going, Jones." he said. "See you around."

Indy nodded. "O'Connell" he replied.

Rick rolled his eyes at Indy and turned away, walking out the door and back to his own time. to his loving wife and son.

Indy sat silently for a minute, digesting Ricks comments. Finally, he groaned and stood up, leaving the bar to enter his own world.

Slowly, Indy pushed the closet door closed, staring at the brass handles. Then he turned and fell forward onto the bed he shared with his wife. After a few moments, he opened his eyes. From another room, he could hear the sound of music. Sighing again, he push himself off the bed and followed the sound down the hall to his son's room, peaking through the partly closed door. Mutt was lying on his stomach on the floor, a book in his hands. Indy rolled his eyes and pushed the door open.

Mutt looked up at the sound of footsteps, to see his father walk into the room. Rolling his eyes and unwittingly mimicking his father, Mutt reached over and turned off his radio, leaving a silence behind. After a few moments, Indy cleared his throat.

"Mutt." He stopped, suddenly nervous as Mutt looked up at him.

Indy took a deep breath, and decided to start again.

"Son, I just wanted to say that, I know I've been putting you under a lot of pressure lately, and I'm sorry for it. You know that I want you to finish school, but in the end, its your life, and you should be the one who decides what you want to do. If you do decide to drop out, I promise I won't fight you. I just don't want to lose you, or your mother."

Mutt nodded, stunned by the sudden turn around in his father. Finally, he found his voice.

"Well Professor, I was just thinking about that and…. I've decided that I will stay at school. Hopefully finish and get my Doctorate." He looked up at Indy, who was smiling.

"Good boy." he whispered, just within Mutt's hearing.

Indy turned around and took a step out the door.

"Oh, and Dad?"

Indy turned back to his son.

"Thank you." Mutt said.

Indy grinned.

"Don't mention it Junior." he said. He turned to leave again.

"Dad?"

Indy turned back.

"Please, ditch the nickname?"

He smiled. "Sure thing Puppy." he said.

Indy walked out of the room, as his final words sunk in. There was a pause before Mutt found his voice again.

"Ahh Crap!"

Sorry, Just liked the idea of Indy finding a way around the annoying nickname. Plus, since both of them are named after dogs, it sort of made sense. Right?