A/N: Hello all! I'm Alexa (Lexi) Blaze, and in case you didn't know, this is my sequel to the story 'Indiana Jones and the Key of Pandora.' If you haven't read it, then here is a quick summary:

19-year-old Madison Clarke's uncle goes missing, and she seeks Indiana Jones's help to find him. There are Russians and a British man named Claymore who are looking for Pandora's Box, a Greek object said to have housed all the evils of the world, until Pandora let them go. Madison, who prefers to be called Madie, has the key to said box, and so she is attacked by the Russians, and forced to come along with Indiana to search for the Box and her uncle. Mutt and Marion join them on their quest through (London) England, (Paris) France, and (Athens) Greece. In the end, Mutt and Madie develop rather strong feelings for each other, and all the wrongs are righted when Indiana finds the Box and safely gets it out of the hands of the Russians and Claymore.

I don't think you will need to read that story to understand this one, but some parts might be unclear. For instance, if I make references to the older story they won't make sense, and you won't really understand Madie's background. All the same, to those readers who have continued to read this series, I sincerely hope you enjoy this! The full summary is:

Sequel to Key of Pandora. Sallah's gone missing, so Marion, Indiana, Mutt and Madie return to Egypt to try and find him. Along the way, they uncover tales of family betrayal, ancient Egyptian mysteries, pharaohs, and something even more important - cats.

Reviews are greatly appreciated, even if they are just to tell me that you will continue to read this series. I would like to know that someone is listening to my stories!

There are pictures on my profile of who I think would portray Madie (and the other characters) if this were a movie :)

Sorry this chapter is so short, and sorry that nothing really happens. It will get better though, I promise.

I own nothing you recognize and I don't own Indiana Jones. The song at the beginning is 'When It Rains' (because it's raining in the story, heehee) by Paramore.

And now, without further ado, I present to you...

Indiana Jones and the Black Tiger-Cat

Chapter 1: When It Rains

And when it rains/on this side of town it touches everything/just say it again and mean it/we don't miss a thing


Sunday, December 8th, 1957

Marion Jones's POV

"Goddammit, Indiana, you're supposed to crack the eggs before you put them in the pancake batter, not put them in 'shells and all!'"

"Sorry Marion. I told you I couldn't cook to save my life."

"Now we're going to have to start this batch all over again – for the fourth time."

"Can't we just order pizza?"

"Not for breakfast, no! Besides, Madie's here. I don't want her thinking we order in for every meal."

"But we do."

"Oh, you're no help!" I laughed, throwing down the towel I was holding and dumping Indiana's pancake batter in the sink. We were trying - and failing - to make pancakes. "I swear, Mutt's a better cook than you." Mutt Jones was my 19-year-old son with my husband Henry Jones, Junior, but he preferred to be called Indiana. We had hardly been married for more than four months, but we had known each other for a long time before then. Indy and I had been reunited in Peru when we had been searching for the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.

"No he's not…" Indy murmured just under his breath, hoping I wouldn't hear, but I did.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I said accusingly, putting my hands on my hips. "He cooked almost every meal for us after the crash when his leg was broken." In early October, Mutt had been involved in a rather serious car crash, almost killing him. He had only recently gotten the cast off of his broken leg.

"Yeah, but did you ever notice that whenever Madie wasn't here for dinner, Mutt usually ordered in pizza?" Indiana said, waving around a wooden spatula. "He got Madie to cook for him."

"Madie came over to our house because she couldn't stand her parents, who were practically killing her for going out with Mutt," I said, but I did realize that my husband had a point.

"That wasn't the only reason," Indiana smiled. "Mutt burns water. Madison was glad to cook for him." Madison Clarke was a preppy the same age as Mutt, and I had only met her in September, when we had gone on an adventure searching for Pandora's Box. Oh, and did I mention that she was Mutt's girlfriend?

I sighed. "Well, no matter who made all our dinners for the past couple of months, it's up to us now. Ever since Mutt got his cast off, he's been outdoors doing something active every day. He couldn't stand being cooped up at home, unable to do any sports."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," I said, rushing to the front door. It was pouring rain outside, and there was thunder and lightning every couple of minutes, so no one really wanted to be outside unless they had to be. As it was, the person now at our door was one of those people - the mailman, come to deliver our bills and letters.

"Mrs. Jones," he said politely when I opened the door, handing over a pile of letters. "You've got quite the haul-in today," he chuckled, pointing at the 13 pieces of mail he had given us.

"Oh, you poor dear," I said, taking in his soaking wet clothing. "Do you want to come in for a cup of tea?"

"We don't have any more tea, Marion," Indiana called from the kitchen. "I put it in the second batch of pancakes by accident, remember?"

I rolled my eyes and turned back to the letter carrier. "It's quite alright," he said, pulling his hat more firmly over his hair. "Yours was my last delivery; I get to go home now," he smiled.

"It must be a pretty hard job, getting up super early every morning in the rain to give people their mail," I frowned, sympathetic for the man. Suddenly, two Arab men in black jumped out of a car I hadn't previously noticed sitting on the curb, and they rushed up the front steps to the house Indiana and I had bought after we were married.

"Excuse me, Mrs, but there's been a mix-up. One of those letters is ours, and I would be delighted if you could just hand over that pile so I could find it," one of the men said with an Arabian accent.

The mailman, who was still standing on the doorstep, frowned. "No, I'm pretty sure all those letters were addressed to the Jones house..." he mused.

I glanced quickly through the letters. "Yes, all these letters are addressed to my husband. I'm sorry, gentlemen."

"No, I'm sure one of those letters is ours," the shorter of the two men said, reaching for the pile in my hand, but I snatched them away.

"Don't touch my mail," I grumbled.

"There is a letter from Egypt that you have that is of utmost importance to us," the first Arab said. "We need it back immediately."

Flipping through the letters again, I found the one he was talking about, but I shook my head. "It's addressed to Indiana. Now, if you'll excuse me, I really have to get going."

"But we really need that letter!" the second man yelled, jumping for it, but the first man in black held him back.

"Fine," he said, glaring at me. "But let this be a warning. You do not want to open that envelope." This only made me want to open the mail even more. I was about to open my mouth to say something back when a loud crash sounded from the kitchen.

"Shit. Marion, I think I broke the toaster," Indy yelled at me. Sighing, I glared at the Arabs and then said goodbye to the mailman and sent him on his way, closing the door and walking back to the kitchen, which now looked like a bomb had gone off in it.

"Actually, no, it was the blender that you broke," I smiled, pointing my husband towards the broom so that he could clean up the mess. Who would have thought that Indiana Jones of all people would get lost in his own kitchen?

I slid into a chair at the counter, clearing away some of the clutter so that I could put my elbows on the table. I read the titles of the letters out loud to Indy as I flipped through them: "Water bill, lighting bill, another bill, electricity bill, bill, more bills, bill, paycheck from the university, bill, letter from a student who's handing in his paper on ancient Greece three weeks late, bill, bill… oh, look! Here's a letter from Sallah, addressed to you!" I waved a letter in an old yellow envelope in front of Indiana's nose. "I wonder how he got your new address, and why he didn't mail this to the old apartment?"

"He probably found the address through the university," Indiana mumbled, pulling out a garbage bag to put the blender in. "Open it up. I want to read it; I haven't talked to him in a couple of years." Sallah was Indiana's best friend, and he lived in Egypt, where he was well-known for being the best digger there. They had been on a ton of archaeological adventures together, including when I had found the Ark of the Covenant with them.

Wait, so those two men in black hadn't wanted me to read Sallah's letter? What was wrong with it?

I tore open the envelope and pulled the letter out slowly, surveying the handwriting. It was decidedly feminine; this letter was from Sallah's wife Fayah. As I scanned through it, a frown etched itself on my face as I became increasingly worried. "Indyyyy…"

He heard the anxious tone in my voice and rushed over, dropping the blender parts on his toe in haste. Once he was done yelling in pain, he stood behind me, reading over my shoulder.

"Unknown organization… three weeks gone… ransacked house… Sallah's gone missing, and Fayah thinks he's been kidnapped!" he exclaimed in anger and surprise. "She's notified the police, but they haven't done anything about it, so they're seeking my help!" he finished reading the hastily-written letter. Running a hand over his face, Indiana sighed. "What are we supposed to do? We're on the other side of the world, for God's sake!"

I flipped through the mail again, pulling out the paycheck from the university. "We could always put this to good use," I winked, waving the letter under his nose. "Come on, Indy. We can't just forget about them. He's got nine children, and he's your best friend! Something has to be done: I say we buy four plane tickets to Egypt and track down Sallah. It'll be another adventure!" I smiled.

He glared at me. "Four tickets?"

"What, did you actually think we would leave Madie behind?" I scoffed, faking that I was offended.

Indiana bit his lip, trying to think it all through. His best friend had gone missing, and Fayah said that Indy was their last hope of finding him…

"Fine. We'll go," Indiana smiled. "It'll do us all some good to get out of the house again and maybe even partake in an adventure. Besides, Madie's been bugging me constantly about it, and I can tell that Mutt is eager to really get out of the house, now that his leg has healed."

"Yessss!" I cried, jumping out of my chair and putting my arms around my husband. When he looked at me strangely, I shook my head. "Can't a woman be excited to go on a trip?" I winked. "Let's leave tomorrow. Does that sound good?"

"I have to teach…" Indiana said. I couldn't believe he was still teaching at the college after all these years.

"This can't wait, Indiana," I rolled my eyes. "The letter itself is two weeks old," I pointed towards the date. "Who knows what's happened since then. Plus," I added, thinking about the men in black at the door who had wanted to take the letter from me, "I think that this might be bigger than the letter suggests. There were two strange men at the door today, and they were demanding that I give the letter back to them. Someone doesn't want you to rescue Sallah," I finished suspiciously. Had those two Arabs really tracked the letter all the way from Egypt just so Indiana couldn't read it? It was the best guess I had.

He sighed. "Okay, you have a point. If there are strange people trying to make sure we don't read this, then something is definitely wrong. We'll leave first thing after school tomorrow. Does that make you happy?"

"Very much so!" I squealed like a little schoolgirl, grinning. "We should go tell Madie and Mutt right now. Speaking of them, where are they?"

"Well, they're not outside, since it's raining…" Indiana mused. "I think they're in Mutt's bedroom." We both stopped moving and listened intently for a sound that I must admit we both feared: the sound of the bed creaking and the blankets being jostled around.

"Do you think they're actually…?" I said when that sound ran through the house loud and clear. "You know… do you think they're… doing the do?"

And just like any good parents would, we took no moment's hesitation in bounding up the stairs and bursting into Mutt's room without knocking.

When I entered, Madie shrieked in surprise and fell off the bed, into a pile of Mutt's dirty laundry. I noted that they were both still wearing clothes, at least, although Mutt had removed his leather jacket and it was now in the pile of laundry Madison was sitting in. My son, too, fell off the bed, laughing so hard he could barely stand up straight.

At first glance, you would have never thought Madie and Mutt would be dating. They looked like complete opposites: Madie was the most popular girl in town, and she was a preppy, while Mutt, who was a greaser, was also an outsider. Madison wore poodle skirts; Mutt drove motorcycles. Madie put her sleek brown curls in a high ponytail; Mutt put grease in his hair. But although they were completely different on the outside, they were surprisingly similar on the inside – and that was probably one of the reasons why they had fallen in love.

"What were you two doing up here?" Indiana asked suspiciously.

"Jumping on the bed," Madie grinned, wiping tears of laughter out of her eyes. That would explain the creaking bed.

"What's up, old man? You seem worried about something," Mutt said, sitting down beside Madie on his Tower of Laundry. He slung his arm over her shoulders, and I couldn't help but remark how comfortable they were with each other. And they didn't even have to go out to a club (or whatever young people did nowadays) to have fun – as we had proved about three seconds ago, they were perfectly content by being immature and jumping on the bed.

"Well," Indiana started, grinning, "I have some big news that'll make you both very, very happy."

"What's that?" Madie asked, her eyes all wide and innocent.

I grinned at the two of them: they had absolutely no idea what they were getting into. "We're going on another adventure!"


Monday, December 9th, 1957

Madison (Madie) Clarke's POV

"Mom," I said softly, eating my bowl of cereal, "I need to tell you something."

"What's that, Madison?"

I grimaced at the use of my real name. "Please don't call me that."

"What else am I supposed to call you?"


"That's a horrible name."

"I like that name."

"You know, if you don't like the name Madison, you could always just go by your middle name..."

"Mom, we're getting off track here!"

My mother and I both sighed in unison. Our relationship had been rather...strained... ever since I started dating Mutt. She had always been criticizing him and throwing rather harmful insults, and I had been quick to defend my greaser, which only infuriated her. She was upset that I was growing up and growing distant from her, and she didn't want me to date 'that dangerous boy with the motorcycle.' She thought all women should go out with respectable boys who were on the football team. Ha. Well, they weren't all respectable – one of my previous preppy boyfriends had worked for Soviets, and another one of them had run Mutt over with a car, almost killing him. My choices in men were great, weren't they?

"What is it that you need to tell me?" she asked, washing the dishes. It was Monday morning, and I was hastily eating a bowl of cereal before college classes, while she was busy cleaning. I wanted to get to school as soon as possible today, because the sooner I was there, the sooner I could see Mutt, and the sooner the adventure could start.

I was excited beyond belief about going to Egypt this afternoon with the Joneses. Marion and Indy had explained about the letter from their friend Sallah, and they had explained that he had gone missing. It wouldn't be a supernatural adventure like the search for Pandora's Box, but that was just fine, since Indiana thought we would be dealing with kidnappers. Besides, the supernatural freaked me out.

"Um, well," I started, thinking about the cover story Indiana had given me so my parents wouldn't really know I was going to Cairo, Egypt. "I won this essay contest at school, and, uh, as a prize, Ind – I mean, Dr. Jones is taking me on a small archaeological dig in, uh, New York." Okay, worst story ever. They didn't have digs in New York City, did they? "I mean, he's taking me to an all-inclusive exhibit of, um, Egyptian artifacts." That made more sense.

"I never heard of an essay contest," my father suddenly said, walking into the room. Shit. I had hoped I could get away without talking to him, since he worked at the same college as Indiana.

"It was an in-class contest," I said smoothly, hoping my father was dumb enough to fall for it.

Apparently he was. "Well then, congratulations, Madison. I know how much you love history and archaeology, and I hope that this trip will be informative. Are you going with any friends?"

I shook my head. "I was the only one who won; it'll just be me and Dr. Jones."

My father frowned. "I don't really like that man. He's too rash and impetuous; he makes things up as he goes along and never thinks things through properly. Plus, I hear he's rather violent."

"Like father, like son," my mother murmured from where she was standing at the sink, referring to Mutt. I stuck my tongue out at her behind her back.

"All the same," my dad finished up, "he is trustworthy. I say you can go. Mary?" he looked towards my mother, hoping for an answer from her.

"Will that greaser be coming along?"

I sighed. It seemed the only thing my mother talked about was Mutt and how bad he was for me. "He's got a name. And no." That was a big fat lie.

"Alright. I give you my permission to go on this... field trip, or whatever. How long will you be gone for?" my mother said.

"Uh," I suddenly stuttered. No one had ever told me how long I would be absent. "How about... a week? Or two?"

"You don't know how long you're going to be away? This is one unorganized trip," Dad said, looking suspicious, but I was saved by the bell – er, the clock.

"Shoot, I only have ten minutes left until school starts, and I need to pack!" I said, scrambling out of my chair. "We're leaving straight from school," I explained when my parents gave me strange looks – and then I ran up the staircase, leaving them alone.


"Have fun on your trip, Madison!" Mom called, rolling down the car window. She had driven me to school, since it was pouring rain and I had a lot of gear to bring. Waving goodbye, I ran up the steps to Marshall College, holding my bag above my head to keep the rain away from my limp brown curls. I had used to always have my hair in a high ponytail, but ever since I met the Joneses, I had gone more natural and let it go lose. A lot of things had changed about me since I met them, inside and out. The most important, though, was that I was no longer a brain-dead preppy, and I didn't care about my appearance anymore. I was my own person, and I did what I wanted, no matter what other people thought.

I was walking through the archway in front of the school doors when suddenly an arm snaked its way around my waist and pulled me back. I screamed, thinking it was a Russian (ever since my Pandora adventure, I had been a bit paranoid about that sort of stuff), but when the person turned me towards them, I smiled. It was just Mutt, hiding and waiting to give me a quick kiss on the lips.

Struggling against his grip playfully, I laughed. "We're getting all wet. Please, can we just go inside?" Honestly though, it was too late for that. We were already soaked to the bone, since we were still standing in the rain.

"Aw, don't you like the rain, doll?" Mutt pretended to be sad.

"No. And I know that you only like it because it makes my clothing cling to my body rather suggestively," I raised an eyebrow, glad I was wearing an oversized college sweatshirt to hide my curves from his prying eyes. Sure, Mutt was my boyfriend, but I wasn't really ready for him to be staring at my boobs yet.

"I don't always do that, baby," he winked. I rolled my eyes, and when I did, I caught a glimpse of two men standing behind a 'No Parking' sign. One was impossibly tall and the other was short, and they were wearing all black. I couldn't see their faces through the rain, though.

"Uh, Mutt?" I said, suddenly serious. "Do you think those two men... are watching us? And do you think they're the same ones that tried to take the letter from Marion yesterday?"

My greaser's body suddenly stiffened, and he involuntarily gripped me harder. It was Mutt's second nature to do that; whenever he thought danger was nearby, he would automatically go into 'protective mode.' Most times I found it funny (because he was usually 'protecting' me from preppies or my parents), but right now I was glad for it.

"Inside. Now," Mutt grumbled, tight-lipped. We moved towards the doors, and to my horror, the two men followed us. My greaser flung open the college doors, pushing me inside where it was warm and where it wasn't raining. But even as he came through after me, the two men in black suits followed suit.

"What class do I have right now?" Mutt asked me, watching over his shoulder.

"Okay, I know you don't like school and all, and you're only here because Indiana makes you come, but that doesn't mean you have to rely on me for your timetable. One day, I'm not going to be here, and you're going to have to figure out what class you have by yourself-"

"Never mind, we're going to Dad's classroom," he said as the two men walked into the college, their eyes set on our direction. "Indiana will know what to do."

"W-well, it's okay, since we have archaeology with him a-anyways right now..." I stuttered as I saw the men's faces clearly for the first time – they were Arabian, just like the men who had tried to steal Marion's letter from Sallah!

Mutt and I rushed down the corridors hurriedly, ducking through random classroom doorways and around groups of students as the two men continued to pursue us. I was really getting creeped out now – I mean, how did they even know we were the right people, and not just some random nineteen-year-olds?

We stumbled into Indiana's classroom not a moment too soon. The Arabs were hot on our heels, about to grab our arms as we slammed the door on them and ran over to Indy, where he was preparing to start teaching for the day.

Everyone who was sitting down in the classroom already was staring at us, but I ignored them. I could see the shadows of the Arabs outside of the door as I grasped Mutt's arm in a vice-like grip.

"I don't think we need to go to Cairo to start our adventure," my greaser said to a wide-eyed and surprised Indiana, "because the adventure seems to have already found us."