1992 Island Nublar.

Muldoon leaned against one of the gas power jeeps, cupping his chin and the side of his face with his hand in utter disgust. The raptor had been successfully transported, and now in it's new pen. Over the course of one week they had brought in the three fully grown raptors that had survived. The last one, the alpha, the one Muldoon had watched the closest, had been the one he had been worried about saving for the last. After what happened tonight…he knew he had been right. Joffrey had been brutally killed, being torn straight from Muldoon's arms. An hour had passed since the incident. The employers had all been in complete panic, scrambling around completely useless.

He had looked straight into that monster's eye tonight, and he could have sworn she was smiling. No about of sedation or tasters had even slowed her down. Instead she ripped Joffrey away, causing a warm mist of blood to spray across his face. Leaning there, he knew news of what had happened would reach In-Gen as well as Hammond who was visiting the states to see his daughter. Closing his eyes, he knew Joffrey's family would be lied to. Being told he was killed in some sort of wild animal attack, paid off, and shut up. His head aching, he knew once this mess was cleaned up he would head back to his quarters, behind the visitor's center. Take a hot scalding shower, and have a nice stiff drink. Glaring ahead at the overhead shinning lights, he saw the nervous guards protrolling the platform on the higher level, guns, and tasters ready. Frowning, he knew he didn't trust it. They were secure now, but after what happened he knew it would only be a matter of time before they figured how to escape.

"Mister Muldoon?"

Turning he saw Bridges, another worker, wearing his hardhat, and a worried expression spread over his tanned face. Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked over with his bright blue eyes.

"Yes?"

"They are secure."

"I want full guard for the reminder of the night. No tasters, guns."

"But Mister Muldoon the walls are nearly…"

"I don't give a bloody shit how tall these walls are or how secure. A man died here tonight due to these damn things and carelessness. I want weapons only, if any of the men are forced to shoot fire to kill. Hammond and In-Gen can answer to me!"

Nodding Bridges dropped his eyes.

"Of course…"

"I'll be back at my office, radio me for any word and full guard tonight Bridges I mean it."

"Will do."

Turning, Muldoon picked up his shotgun from the hood of the jeep and never felt more miserable or alone before in his entire life.

"I just don't see why we have to have the same argument every time!"

Grant snapped, wiping his forehead in the tiny trailer as the two had their battered suitcases laid across the tiny bed they had been sharing for almost the last seven months. Ellie wrung her hands together, sitting on the edge of the bed before laughing feeling beyond annoyed, and exhausted. Hammond had just flown off, after giving them the offer of a lifetime. They had agreed to be picked up tomorrow morning via chopper, and be flown straight to the island he owned. They had told the crew to secure the site tomorrow, and that they were going off to tour a new themed park, owned by the very same John Hammond who had been funding this project for the last year or so. After calling a meeting under one of the tents, they swore they couldn't go into detail, only that after this weekend if everything went as planned, they would be looking at another few years of full funding. Everyone cheered with excitement, full of questions but Grant and Ellie said they had to start packing and to continue as usual. Heading back to the cramped small trailer, they headed inside and buzzed about laughing as they talked a mile a minute. While they were starting to pack, Ellie lifted her eyes smiling.

"You know what this means?"

Grant, still smiling as he tosses a few shirts into his suitcase looked over.

"What?"

Ellie sat there grinning.

"If this works out, who knows maybe we could…well you know, finally talk about having a…"

"Baby?"

Grant lifted an eyebrow staring at her.

"Really?"

Ellie shrugged.

"I don't know, it's something to think about. I mean with my cysts the doctors said I have maybe two years at best to try before it becomes nearly impossible."

"Ellie…"

Ellie held out her hands.

"You know I don't want to get married, what we have is perfectly fine. It's just, your a whole lot better than a sperm donor."

Sighing, Grant looked over at her.

"Ellie, you act like your a ticking time bomb. Your doctor said…"

"He said with the amount of cysts I have surgery is going to have to be an option soon. You know I've always wanted a baby, ever since I graduated. I would just like to have it with somebody I care about. Somebody I know…"

"Ellie, a baby isn't a new car, or a house. It's…a human being…"

Rolling her eyes, Ellie shook her head.

"Allan for the love of everything…"

And that's when the argument began. Both snipped back and forth to each other until it became so tense Ellie could barley stand it. At the end she had tears in her eyes, and Grant was sitting on the bed.

"Ellie please, not before this weekend. If this goes right just think of what could happen…"

Slamming her suitcase down Ellie turned her back from him. She refused to even look. Lately she had sensed a great distance between the two of them. At first she found him brilliant, charming, funny. The sort of man a young girl like herself, fresh out of school could fall head over heels in love with. But as of lately she had sensed them growing further and further apart. Ellie had wanted a baby ever since she entered grad school. It was something she knew she wanted due to the fact her doctor informed her that her overies were developing massive cysts, ones of which that could make it physically impossible to have children further down to line.

She knew she had options, but what she wanted more than anything was to have a child of her own. Just a few months ago she told Allan that she didn't need anybody to do this with her. Millions of women everyday raised children all alone and were wonderful mothers. She knew he had gotten worried she might try to get pregnant behind his back. But she wasn't that type of person. Instead fatefully she took her birth control and knew when the time came when she wanted to have a baby, she would figure this out on her own. It just hurt that Allan wasn't the slightest bit interested in being part of it. Sighing Grant looked at her.

"I think after this weekend we should talk."

Turning, she looked over her shoulder at him.

"Huh?"

"Maybe we should sit down and talk. Ellie, you are truly wonderful and I care about you a great deal…but we both want completely different things. I think you would make a wonderful mother, but I'm sorry…I don't want to be a father. A lot is going to hopefully change after this weekend, maybe for the best. But I think we need to talk and figure out what the future holds for us."

"What your saying is you want to break up?"

"No, well…maybe slow things down a bit."

Throwing her hands up in the air, Ellie blinked through her tears as she stared up at the water stained ceiling of the trailer.

"Well that's just great…"

"Ellie…"

Sniffling, she quickly wiped her eyes shaking her head as she stood.

"No, it's okay. I get it…let's just try to enjoy ourselves this weekend." Getting up, she snatched her suitcase half packed and stormed away, leaving Grant alone as the sun began to set.

The following day things were a little more than tense as they flew across the ocean. Allan had tried several times talking to her before they were picked up and Ellie simply refused. Finally as they heard it approach, she looked at him before sliding her sunglasses on.

"Please Allan, let's just enjoy the weekend."

Frowning, Allan agreed as the chopper sat down, it's whirling blades slowing to a complete stop. Once they were loaded inside and comfortable, the chopper took off as they were introduced to Dr. ian Malcolm, and the lawyer Donald Gennaro. As they flew over the ocean Allan continued playing with his raptor fossil while the very strange yet charming Malcolm shamelessly flirted with Ellie. For the moment Ellie wanted to forget her problems with Allan. She wanted to escape reality for a few days and just escape. Within just a few hours, everything was forgotten as she stood back with Allan on the island, staring at Hammond's creations completely speechless.

"Welcome to Jurassic Park…"

Hammond finished as Ellie squatted down next Allan, both so overwhelmed they were nearly driven to tears. In just the past half an hour since they arrived, they were in complete and total awe by what this place promised. The power of it so overtaking it seemed dangerous. Sitting there, both Allan and her looked over at the bay as the dinosaurs drank, moving slowly in herds.

"They move in herds, they do move in herds…"

Allan whispered. John walked over, carefully kneeling down beside them as they looked out at the creatures. "How did you do this?" He said in complete and total awe. Smiling, John grasped his cane.

"i'll show you."

A few hours later…

Ellie stood on the platform on the raptor pen with the others, her stomach slightly tossing after seeing the cow being completely destroyed and torn apart from beneath the habitat. Between the sticky hot weather, and her stomach growling she felt faint as she stared down. Blood, hot and copper smelling were sprayed everywhere. Just then she heard a voice call up to them from below.

"They should all be destroyed!"

Glancing down she saw a man, late thirties to early forties. He was tall, wearing tans and kakis. A vest, hat, and boots. For a second he appeared to be some sort of safari hunter. He had brown knee socks pulled up on his vert muscular and tanned legs. He was handsome with shark features, and bright blue eyes. Right away John smiled.

"Ah, this is Robert. Robert Muldoon. My game warden from Kenya. Bit of an alarmist I'm afraid but he's dealt with raptors more than anyone else."

Allan instantly went over and him and Muldoon began talking. Ellie, still feeling light headed from the heat and what she had just witnessed. After all her years of schooling, here it was right here in reality and she felt she honestly couldn't take it. Gripping onto the railing, she took slow deep breaths listening to Allan ask the man named Muldoon questions about the raptors. Muldoon was handsome for a middle aged man, his accent soothing sounding as he spoke about how intelligent and fast the raptors were. Right away Ellie could tell this man knew exactly what he was talking about. He didn't see this park as some overwhelming fantasy. As a game warden, he was used to deadly animals, and viewed these creatures as nothing more. He wouldn't let any of this blind him. He was focused, and smart enough to be scared of them.

"They show extreme intelligence, even problem solving. Especially the big one. We bred eight originally, but when she came in, she took over the pride and killed all but two of the others. That one when she looks at you, you can see she's thinking or working things out. She's the reason we have to feed 'em like this. She had them all attacking the fences when the feeders came."

Ellie now stood up straighter, looking at him.

"The fences are electrified right?"

"That's right. But they never attack the same place twice. They were testing the fences for weaknesses. Systematically. They remembered."

At that last word Muldoon raised his eyebrow, almost a flicker of a grin appearing on his face as he stared at Ellie. Locking eyes with his handsome blue ones she couldn't help but get the strangest flutter in the bottom of her stomach. A feeling she never once got with Allan. Just then the lift slowly began to be cranked upwards, the canvas completely torn apart and destroyed and in pieces. Hammond glancing over, completely unphased clapped his hands together.

"Who's hungry?!"

Slowly everyone began making their way down the platform stairs, talking among themselves. Watching the others pass, Ellie glanced at the torn apart canvas and shook her head feeling worse than she did. Her appetite completely gone, she knew she just needed a little while inside with some water to feel better before the actual tour. Never before had she been so excited and hoped something as stupid as heat stroke wouldn't slow her down. Gripping onto the railing, she watched as the group started making their way towards the jeep that would take them to the main visitor center. That's when Ellie lost her footing, almost tripping over her own boots, she scrambled quickly to grab the railing. Just then, completely out of nowhere a strong firm hand shot out and took hold of her arm. Looking over she saw Muldoon standing there. Embarrassed, she instantly lifted her eyes looking up at him as he raised an eyebrow concerned.

"You all right love?"

Feeling her cheeks burn as she blushed, she stood up straighter.

"Sorry, just being clumsy…"

"No need, here…"

Opening up his arm, he offered it to her. Surprised, Ellie smirked before taking hold of his arm. Standing this close she could smell the faint musk of his cologne, something that had a mix of oak, and maybe cedar, a clean scent beneath some of his sweat. Smiling she walked down the reminder steps with him before looking and seeing Allan was too busy talking to Hammond than to notice she almost fell. Frowning, she sighed before Muldoon seemed to have been looking in which direction she was staring at.

"Everything okay?"

Snapping out of her thoughts she nervously smiled letting go of hid arm and smoothing out her shorts.

"Oh yeah…"

Dropping her eyes, she pretended the hurt expression on her face from notching Allan not watching hadn't hurt her so badly. The sad reality was just beginning to fully speed in that Allan wasn't interested anymore, she was simply just an after thought.

"So what do you think of Hammond's little petting zoo?"

Looking up she saw him smiling at her and instantly she couldn't help but to give one back. Laughing lightly, she shook her head.

"Um, it's certainly nothing like I've seen before…"

"It sure is. Hammond spoke about you and the others. From the states?"

"Yeah mid-west. You been working for Mr. Hammond for a while now?"

"Oh years, longer than I actually want to admit." Lighting laughing, Ellie smiled offering her hand.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Mr. Muldoon." Smiling back he took her hand, larger and rougher by texture as it swallowed up her own, firmly shaking it back.

"Robert is just fine…" Smiling, Ellie nodded.

"Ellie."

"Ellie. I like that." Turning, Ellie began walking towards the others before Mulldoon called out to her causing her to look.

"Have fun on the tour Ellie, you'll have to tell me what you think later." Smiling she waved.

"I sure will Robert. Nice meeting you."

Watching him fix his hat and turn, walking away she was amazed by how muscular his legs and thighs looked as he walked in the other direction. Smiling, she turned before joining Allan and the others. Smiling, Allan patted her arm.

"You okay?" Smiling and glancing over her shoulder she watched Muldoon walk away.

"Yeah, I sure am." Somehow as silly as it seemed, there was something else that caught Ellie's interest on this island.