Jurassic Park: Rewritten, Ch. 1

Alice:

The landscape spread out before me, green and lush. Roars and coos echoed through the air. A small Hadrosaur timidly crept closer to me; I held out my hand to show it I meant no harm. The creature sniffed at my hand and snorted with a shudder. I chuckled for a moment but started when something heavy brushed my shoulder.

"Dr. Dawson." I clasped my hands together, willing myself to stay in the field with the dinosaurs.

"Dr. Dawson." I was shaken violently awake by my young intern, Daniel Umanski. He stared at me through his glasses and coughed.

"Dr. Dawson, there's a new sample to be, um- examined." I rubbed my green eyes and pushed a strand of my black hair out of my face. I pushed away from the cold tabletop where I had been resting tiredly.

"What are the details?"

"It's in perfect condition; it looks like late Jurassic early Cretatious." I frowned and held my hand out expectantly. Daniel placed a small, cylindrical package of Plexiglas and titanium-reinforced insulate in my arms.

It weighed about sixteen pounds, the majority of the weight being it- the sample, I mean. I carefully pulled out a sealed bag containing what to the normal eye would be a rock- but it was much more than that.

I drew out the fossil, marveling at the preserved detail in the rock. Daniel smiled as he looked over my shoulder.

"Look there, it's skin preservation." He said quietly. I nodded and carried the fossil to my table. I adjusted the infrared microscope to the right magnification and slid the fossil under the lens.

"Amazing," I whispered, pressing my eye to the scope excitedly. "Daniel, look at how well the skin kept. Where was this found?"

"On an island south of Costa Rica."

"Name?"

"Isla Nublar." I frowned, sorting through my limited Costa Rican vocabulary. Our lab was located in Santa Monica, California, but we received many fossils and finds from the Caribbean and other tropical areas, so the previous summer I had tried to brush up on my foreign language skills.

"The Clouded Island," I murmured, peering further into the scope. "I wonder what they were doing to find this-" A loud bang startled me and my intern as we examined the skin.

"Ah, my dear Dr. Dawson!" Someone drawled. I whirled around to see a stout man in a white polo shirt leaning casually against one of the tables. He spun a mahogany walking stick with- was that amber?- embedded in the top.

The man smiled widely at us and took long, sure strides to our table. He casually stepped in front of me and looked down the scope. I saw him grin giddily at the sight of the fossil like a boy looking at toys.

I cleared my throat and the man straightened. Brushing back a few remaining strands of white hair, he offered me his hand and announced,

"Dr. Dawson, how good it is to see you!" I shifted a little, sure he had me confused- I'd never seen him before in my life.

"I'm John Hammond, at your service, madam." He said cheerfully; my mind froze.

John Hammond.

The John Hammond.

Here.

"What's he doing here?" I wondered aloud, then I flushed, but John didn't notice. He strolled happily between tables and microscopes, still twirling his cane.

After circling the laboratory once he turned and walked back to us.

"Dr. Dawson, I want you to come with me to Isla Nublar."

A.N.- Wut? Isla Nublar? HELL NO! (Well… if Malcolm's there… *sheepish grin*) First chapter is UP, tell me what you think! BTW, Alice Dawson is a chemeotologist/ paleontologist. (I made up the first one.) She has black hair and hazel/ green eyes.