Disclaimer: I do not own the Jurassic park franchise. Big thanks to Vantage77 for the ideas and support. I would not have been able to do this alone. I do not own the idea for the translator or the pale-eyed ones in this story. I would recommend a story in this genre is the story Awake and Alive: Adaptation by Vantage77. During the summer break I will not be able to upload or type up chapters. I will be writing it on paper and typing it up when school gets back in.
Prologue: third person POV
Tyler grunted as he pulls at the net hanging over the edge of the boat, his muscles taut from the stress. Slowly pulling it onto the boat, he curses when it starts to drag him into the ocean. A second pair of hand, scared from old wounds, grab the net and help to heave it in. With a wet thump, it falls to the deck spraying John and Tyler. Tyler scowled while carefully untying the nots holding the top closed; he dumps the fish on the deck to start sorting. Big fish thrown to John for disembowelment and storage, small ones back in the ocean to grow.
Minutes pass by unnoticed between the two as they both focus on their work before either broke the silence. John glanced up at Tyler when the last fish was stored. "Your brown hair is messed up Tyler." Said John, a huge grin on his face. With a mischievous smile, he lunged at Tyler wrapping him in a headlock. "Here let me fix that for you." John said as he rubbed the blood from his hands into Tyler's hair.
Wiping the blood dripping from his brown hair Tyler glared at his grinning friend. "That was not funny, John." Still glaring, he stepped inside the sparsely decorated cabin. The inside had a homey feel to it. Each of the tall Oakwood windows was set in a white molding of jumping fishes. A round table, bolted to the Pinewood flooring, was surrounded by a handful of matching chairs, while over in the corner of the room was what I was searching for. Tyler's head swiveled as he looked around the room; there on the kitchen counter, folded neatly, was a pile of towels.
Quickly walking over to them, Tyler grabbed one then walked over to the stainless steel sink in the bathroom. Leaving the door open Tyler turned the water on dunking his head in the flowing liquid, to wash out the drying blood from his hair. The floor creaked as John walked over to stand behind me. He cleared his throat, trying to get my attention. Ignoring the person in the doorway Tyler turned off the water and straightened up. With his hair wet and dripping it fell into his green eyes. Carefully grabbing the towel off the wooden counter he began to dry his hair in the reflection of the mirror.
The man standing before him was tall for his seventeen years, with a messy mop of blond hair that fell into his eyes constantly. With his high cheekbones and full lips he might have been handsome to some. He was built more like a runner than anything else, with his slender build he was lengthy yet his muscles were toned from fishing, each one standing out in sharp relief against his beige skin.
Tyler sighed looking over at perfect John. Sometimes he envied him. Both of them were tall and tan, with full lips and high cheekbones but that was where the similarities ended. Where Tyler was lengthy John's body was evenly proportional. All of him was thick with muscle, crisscrossed with scars from his time in Iraq unlike Tyler's toned figure.
John was a skilled killing machine while Tyler only shot at a target. He sighed before turning to face his sometimes aggravating friend still scowling at the ground. John's face, usually full of happiness, now etched with wrinkles was full of concern.
"You okay Tyler. I really didn't mean to make you angry. It was supposed to cheer you up. You have kind of been depressed lately" slowly he raise his eyes to meet the ones staring back at him.
He wondered if he really has been depressed. "Sorry John. I just can't shake the feeling that something is going to go wrong. I've been on edge for the past few days."
John pursed his lips wondering what could possibly go wrong. The sun was shining, the wind was quiet, and the sea was calm. All together a tranquil scene. Pushing the thought aside John changed the subject. "So… how's the hair?"
Tyler shrugged, the light from the starboard window highlighting the ends of this hair in gold. "Well it is as bloodless as it can be without a long shower." A thought crossed John's mind and he could not stop himself from saying it. He had to approach the subject carefully, knowing that Tyler was still touchy when the subject was brought up.
John casually walked over before sitting down on the closed toilet. "Tyler I want to talk." John said carefully.
Even though Tyler didn't know what was going to be asked, he still stiffened up. "What do you want to talk about, John?" Tyler said, his tone guarded.
John avoided looking Tyler in the eye, afraid of showing him what he was thinking without even getting to the topic he knew Tyler needed to come to terms with. "You know you are my friend, right?" Tyler looked confused. He nodded his head yes, still staring hard at John's face, watching for any flicker of emotion that might give away what John might be working towards. "And you know that you can talk to me about anything, right?" Again Tyler nodded, still wondering where the conversation was heading. John cleared his throat, looking suddenly nervous. Shaking his head and pulling himself together for the big question. "You do know that your parents aren't coming back, right?"
Suddenly Tyler's face hardened, and when he spoke his voice was razor sharp. "You can't know that. Any minute they could come home." John tried to put a hand on Tyler's shoulder before he could move Tyler roughly shoved his way past him and walked down the hallway. Calling over his shoulder without turning around, he said. "I don't want to talk about it anymore. I am going to bed."
Tyler reached the door at the end of the hallway, opened it, and then slammed it behind him. John couldn't move from the spot he was left at, too stunned that his best friend was just cold to him. Minutes passed before the shock wore off and sadness filled its place. Slowly gathering the sopping towel he walked across the hall to deposit the still dripping towel into the wicker basket behind the door.
"He just needs time to cope." he said to himself. "He will pull through this and come out of that shell of his. He just needs time." John reassured himself, knowing that if something didn't change soon, Tyler would not make it through the next few days. He didn't know what to do to help his friend in his time of need. Silently praying for help, John walked through the door into the fading light, planning on securing the deck for the night before turning in himself.
