Everyone makes mistakes. That's why erasers have pencils. - unknown

Indiana Jones and Willie Scott all belong to Lucas film and who ever else was involved in that. Phoenix Jones is the sole property of Jacqi McKinney and may not be used without permission.

In case I missed anything:
Do not use when wet, blow dry before using if gotten wet, you may cry, you may laugh, you may laugh and cry at the same time, you may eat. Do not use around snakes or spiders. Please, no stealing of the eye of Mara, the Ark, or the Holy Grail, no hearts were broken or ripped out during the writing of this weird story. If you have any complaints or just wanna say hi please use the above e-mail address. Batteries not included, all other stuff sold separately. All rights reserved, copy righted and all that other legal junk I missed that was semi-funny.

Copyright 1998 by Jacqi McKinney
Phoenix Jones Copyright 1998 All Rights reserved

(For those of you who are slow, Willie and Indy both take turns narrating this)

It had been the summer of 1936 and I was in India. Currently I was making my way to Delhi with famed archeologist Dr. Indiana Jones. We finally got to Delhi and spent a few nights together. We later went our separate ways. I went to New York in hopes to go on Broadway and guess what, I got in a play! They loved my singing. After a few months though I started to feel sick. Worrying about my health I went to the doctor. He gave me what was the saddest and happiness news of my life. I was pregnant. Instantly I knew who the father was. I hadn't been with a single man since then. I counted the months and everything was correct. I had no idea what to do. I stayed in New York but then moved to Los Angeles when a new offer had come up. That December I gave birth to a baby girl. I was a month early but she was completely fine. She had beautiful blue eyes. She was lovely. After a few days they let me go home. I was renting a house at that time. I still needed a name to go with the birth certificate. Her hair was a blonde color like mine. My mother had told me that once she was going to call me Phoebe. I looked at my little girl. She didn't look like a Phoebe. She looked like a girl with a p name though. I went through baby books and looked for p names but none seemed to fit this precious child. Finally I remembered what her father's name was and thought of countries, states, and cities with p names. I finally found a name. For a year I kept up with this sweet child. One day though I just got so angry. My little girl had gotten into my make up case. I sat down and wrote a letter. It was Spring of 1938. I wrote a letter to Princeton, New Jersey. A few months later I received an answer. He would come soon.

I can't remember the month now. I had flown to Los Angeles because of a letter that said, "Please come soon! Emergency!" I went and walked up to a nice blue house. I rang the bell.

I knew he would come. I opened the door and there he was looking perfect in that suit thing of his. I smiled and let him in. I went to the bottom of the stairs. "Phebes!" I called. I heard movement and knew she would be down in a moment. He stood there looking at the stairs. I took the moment to go get my suitcase.

She looked at the stairs and began to come bouncing down them. She came to the middle and saw me. She looked at me curiously and then finished the rest of the stairs. She was dressed in a pink dress and white socks with lace. Her shoes were black. Her hair was a mix between blonde and brown. Her eyes were hazel and she looked at me as if she couldn't place where I had come from.

I walked back in with my suitcase in hand and watched as the two studied each other. "My singing career won't let me keep her," I lied, "You'll have to take care of her." I looked out the window and saw my taxi waiting, he honked and I took a look at my daughter. I knelt to her height. I kissed her cheek and gave her a hug. "He'll take good care of you," I looked at him, "I promise." I said turning back to her. I got up, opened the door and began to run out to my taxi.

"What's her name?!" I called out after her. She hadn't told me anything about this girl.

"Phoenix!" I replied. It was his turn to figure out life.

Phoenix held my left hand and waved with her right. As if her mom was just going to work. I knew her mom. Phoenix and I walked back inside and I closed the door. I knelt down to her height and she cocked her head and furrowed her brow. Then she righted it and just looked at me. "So your name's Phoenix." I said repeating the name. I watched as she gave me a wide smile and nodded her head happily. Phoenix. The name rolled around in my head. It was a nice name. I didn't know what to do. I was left with a little girl, no less my daughter. I was not exactly use to this. To be exact it was May 1938 and I was 39. How could I take care of a 17-month old girl? I had no experience as a parent. Up until I was 13 I had two parents and a tutor to make sure I stayed out of trouble. From 13 on I raised myself with a little help from a father who rarely listened. Phoenix took hold of my hand and led me upstairs to what I guessed as her room. There were dolls lying every where, but other than that the room was cleaned. Phoenix took my hand again and led me to her mother's room. There was an envelope sitting on the bed with my name on it. I opened it.
 

Congrats on meeting your daughter! As you know her name is Phoenix. Do what you need. I've taken all my stuff so if you take her back with you all you have to do is pack her stuff. Have fun chasing after her. She is smart for her age and runs fast. Have fun!

Willie Scott

            April 6, 1938

So she had planned this since April! I looked at Phoenix, who, once again had her head cocked to one side and her brow furrowed. I patted her head and she smiled. I went back to her room and found a suitcase in the closet. I packed her clothes and toys (there weren't many) in the suitcase and took her hand. We hopped in a taxi and I took her back to Princeton with me. What was I to do now??
 

In November 1940 I heard that Willie had been shot in Shanghai. She had gotten in the way between two gangs. Her funeral was later that week in Missouri.