What if Indiana Jones took the Holy Grail?

Indiana's eyes flickered, his mind blazing with activity as he slept. He tossed and turned in bed, the same images as most nights playing in his ****.

He and his father were racing Hitler's agents to the resting place of the Holy Grail. He was undertaking the various trials of the Grail temple, barely surviving each time. As his father lay dying, Indiana had laid hands on the one object in the world that could restore him. He and Elsa had raced back, but it had been too late. Henry Jones Sr. had bled out, mere feet from the artifact he'd spent his adult life searching for.

A fight for the Grail had ensued, the temple collapsing in the chaos. The immensely powerful relic had been knocked into a chasm, Elsa going in after it, consumed by the allure of the Grail.

As the Germans, their allies and Indiana's companions had fled for their lives, Elsa had called out to him, imploring him to assist her. She was close to grasping it, only inches away, but had no way to get back up.

Giving in, Indiana had quickly secured his whip around a nearby pillar, then climbed down to help Elsa.

"We've got it, Indy! The Grail, it's ours!" Elsa said, holding the simple cup up to the light, oblivious to the danger around them.

"C'mon, we have to get out of here." Indiana said urgently, grabbing Else and climbing out the chasm. Heavy stones clattered down all around them, each closer than the last.

Seizing the Grail, Indiana stowed it in his satchel, seized Elsa by the hand and ran for their lives.

Somehow, they managed to escape, clearing the gates of the temple just before the entire structure came down.

"I can't believe it!" Elsa shrieked. "Indy, let me see it, I need to see it!"

Against his better judgement, the archaeologist reached into his satchel, handing the Austrian the relic.

"Remarkable! Indy, do you know what this means? How we can live?" Elsa sputtered out, gobsmacked.

"I wouldn't get too excited, sister." Indiana said dejectedly. "The guardian said it wouldn't work beyond the temple boundary."

Right now, the promise of eternal life, youth and healing seemed hollow, when he had just so cruelly lost his father. Still, Elsa was engaged with it...

"Your canteen, give it to me." Elsa said, clicking her fingers.

"Okay, fine..." Indy responded, passing her the battered flask.

Her gloved hands trembling, Elsa poured a measure of water into the clay cup.

"You don't think that old bastard would say anything, just to keep us from taking the Grail?" Elsa posited.

"Look." she said, gesturing to a cut on her cheek. "If this is healed, we know the Grail still works, yes?"

"Right." Indiana said. He had to admit, some part of him was being drawn into this.

Taking the Grail up, Elsa brough the simple cup to her lips, taking a long draught of the cool water it contained. She gasped, energised, an almost orgasmic utterence. Like his father, Elsa had waited a long time for this moment.

"I don't see it working." Indiana muttered. Elsa looked at him quizzically.

"Oh, it worked." she said, utterly convinced. Dipping two of her fingers into the cup, she brought them to her cheek. She rubbed them on the not-insubstantial slash, and the cut was washed away like so much dirt, leaving only flawless skin beneath.

"My God..." Indiana said, gaping open mouthed.

"The power of eternal life, at our command..." Elsa whispered, almost in awe of it. "Join me, Indy..."

She offered him the Grail, and once again, Indiana did not resist her. He drained the vessel, feeling the power of the water within him.

"We're bound together now, I can feel it Indy." Elsa said. Some part of Indiana knew it to be true.

"Come..." Elsa said, setting the Grail carefully down nearby. "We should celebrate the rest of our lives, our lives without ending."

She had him sit, back against the rock wall. She removed her gloves, stroking the crotch of his battered pants until he reached his full hardness, then pounced on him.

-

Indiana woke with a start. The same dream, more and more frequently now. Sitting up, the adventurer rubbed his face, still smooth, with his hands. Through the window across from him, the Hudson Yards traffic wafted in gently. The other side of the bed was empty. Not surprising. Elsa was a morning person.

He rose quickly, and padded to the bathroom, splashing some cool water on his face. Looking in the mirror, Indiana remarked that even if he sometimes felt every one of his 72 years, the body on the other side of the glass looked barely half that.

He showered, then went out into the living area of their New York penthouse. Elsa was sat at the kitchen table, engrossed in research. She was clad only in panties and one of his shirts.

"Morning." Indiana said, coming up behind her, kissing her.

"Morning, liebchen." Elsa purred. "I made coffee."

As he poured himself a cup, Indy remarked that thirty two years had did little to soften his partner's Austrian accent. Of course, one would think precisely nothing had changed since 1938, to look at Elsa, her radiant face and perfect figure.

"You had that dream again, yes?" Elsa asked.

"Is it that obvious?" Indiana asked.

"You don't get to be my age without learning to pick these things up, Indy. Perhaps it's time we... go for a drink again, hmm?" Elsa asked, swivelling to face him.

She had a point, drinking from the Grail did seem to assauge his concerns. Barring serious injuries, they had both drank from it every year or so, and that seemed to be enough to extend the protection from aging and disease.

"It can wait a little longer." Indiana responded. Contrary to him, part of him suspected Elsa would drink from the Grail every night if she had it to herself. Still, she usually went wild after drinking from the relic, and blew his mind, jjust as she had outside the temple three decades ago.

Indy coughed, attempting to clear his mind.

"So, what're you working on locating this morning? Thor's Hammer or Vishnu's Bow?" Indiana asked.

"Why, that all depends, Indy." Elsa smirked.

"On what?"

"On whether you'd prefer a warm or cold vacation this fall, of course." she smiled.