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She’d promised him Mykonos ... gods, ages ago. Not long after they met, a wry half-joke on the plane taking them to their first adventure. But only half a joke, and one she always intended to make good on.

The island sun greeted her as she stepped out onto the porch, the crispness of the sea in the air; not quite as much her second home as the mainland, but there was still the sense of familiarity, of being earthed. Ironic as that phrase might be. Steps led to the path that would take them to the beach, and she waited for Indy to join her before before giving him a grin and starting down.

At the sight of her sitting down, the good doctor felt rude for not offering it to her earlier. He didn’t mind that she now took a seat, only wishing to have offered it himself. And as she got comfortable, he leaned forward as elbows propped up on his desk for him to support himself as he listened.

At her words of the identity of that green man attempting to kill her, Indiana’s face was visible in shock. Of course the CEO of Oscorp was no angel but Indy didn’t think he’d go that far or be that insane. “Hey kid, it’s okay.” He started his best to try and comfort her from his position.”I’ve seen a lot of weird things in my time and it wouldn’t surprise me if some CEO got power hungry and turned himself into, well, that.” A hand motioned showing some form of flying contraption was made as he spoke. “Besides the sound of him thinking you have a connection, which is a bit creepy, how’d you find out his little secret?”

Rubbing her eyes furiously, desperate not to cry, Alex took a moment, took a deep breath, before nodding. “Yeah, it’s more than creepy, it’s... God, I don’t even know what it is. I don’t know what any of this is, none of this was every meant to happen...”

It’d just be a simple research job, they’d said -- nothing too big, just stop by and help translate a few papers and get a minimal cut of the pie before taking off to the next thing, and oh, you know, don’t go in on your own to SWOOP THE PRIZE before they did, okay? There was honour amongst thieves, she likes to think, even in things like archaeological prizes; and so when she’s arrives, fresh in Egypt with her book bag and not much else, she isn’t quite prepared for what awaits for her on the ground, where the professor seems, by all means, normal enough; famous within his field, and, a monster of a name, it’s a good boost for her, she thinks, to be apart of this even if the payoff by the end of it isn’t what she would have wanted, but the flight’s free and she’s got another lead in the region.

Instead at the hotel, she’s staring down men with guns, pointed rather squarely against her own head, someone left riffling through the bag at her side. “You’re not gonna really find ANYTHING IN THERE, you know.” tone as dry as the desert out their window, a glance exchanged with Mr. Jones, and, of course, it was a Mr. Jones. She’s never really learned, has she? “Can we help you with what you’re looking for, or is this just the way that people like to greet each other in this particular little town?” Perhaps the sarcasm isn’t helping her, but part of her can’t help it -- while it certainly isn’t the first or last time she’s had a gun pointed her way, it certainly wasn’t apart of what she thought she’d get out of this job, was it?

“I don’t care you are looking for the stone. I am looking for it and I’ll be damned if I allow some professor with a floppy hat to find it before me!” And if there was a way for Claire to push more of her attitude into that statement, she didn’t quite know how.

She had run into this Dr. Jones (the name Indiana seemed absolutely ludicrous) on numerous occasions since speaking with him at his university. Apparently her information on the Philosopher’s Stone had sparked some interest in the man. He had no business seeking it out! This was based on the information her Uncle Lamb had left to her. The stone had been said to have the ability to change the composition of an item. Blood to wine. Stone into greenery. Death to life. And according to her uncle’s research, the last of the Nazis were looking to get their hands on that stone. The repercussions would be catastrophic. Her maps, findings, everything her uncle had left to her was rather Greek so to speak to Claire—medicine being her main focus. That was why she had originally contacted the professor—to make sense of it all.

“Ah, back again I see.” Olivia smiled as she saw the familiar face entering. “My favourite patient. Or, hold on... Is that my ‘pain in the rear end’ patient?” She liked to tease Dr Jones, the frequency of his visits to her a centre point of jokes for her. But she did hope that he hadn’t hurt himself too badly this time - one of these days, he might just take things too far.