I know I said that this would be added a couple of days ago, but I decided to take a break and rest a bit before starting it. This is part two of the series, the first is the First Park so if you haven't read it please do that first. This is going to be in Ian's pov for the first chapter, and then it'll jump right into Becky's pov. Also, I will be adding links on my profile for people to see what Becky looks like in this part and from the first part, so keep an eye out for that. Enjoy!

Ian would rather be doing anything else at this moment that to be standing at John Hammond's front door. Anything at all, like taxes, or going to the bank or even facing an angry Alan Grant.

"Whom shall I tell Mr. Hammond is calling?" The butler asked once the door was opened.

"Uh, Ian Malcolm. I've been summoned."

The butler nodded and stepped to the side, allowing him to enter. "Wait right here," he said before walking off into the vast house.

Ian was just considering running when two, very familiar faces came down the stairs to his left.

"Dr. Malcolm!" Tim exclaimed.

"God- oh, my God!" Ian smiled, marveling at how well they'd grown up.

"Hello, Dr. Malcolm!" Lex said.

"Hi, kids! Kids!" Ian bent down and hugged the two.

"It's so great to see you," Lex said. "We saw Becky just last week!"

"Really?" Ian hadn't been able to see the teen since he'd left Costa Rica. It wasn't on purpose, mind you, it was just that anytime he'd try, she'd either be sick or at a dig somewhere with Dr. Grant. "How is she?"

"A lot different," Tim mumbled. "We heard her screaming at grandpa with some other people in there with them."

"Sc- screaming? That doesn't sound like the quiet one Becky I knew."

"She's still a bit quiet," Lex clarified. "She's just a bit... more... vocal."

"I-I see. Well, is everything okay? With you two?" Ian asked the now stony faced kids.

"Well, not exactly," Lex said.

Footsteps sounded as people in suits came down the stairs with boxes and whispering amongst themselves. Behind them was a particular thorn in Ian's side. Peter Ludlow.

"Dr. Malcolm. Here to share a few campfire stories with my uncle?' Peter asked as he walked off to the side to sign a few documents.

"You can convince the Washington Post and the Skeptical Inquirer of whatever you want," Ian began as he walked over to Peter. "But I was there, I know what happened, and so do you."

"Do you actually believe that everyone who chose discretion did so for nefarious reasons? Even Lex, Tim and Becky?"

"Leave them out of it," Ian bit out. "It's not a game."

"No, it isn't. You signed a nondisclosure agreement before you went to the island that expressly forbade you from discussing anything you saw. You violated that agreement."

"Yeah, I did, and you lied. You twisted the facts surrounding the deaths of three people and the injuries of a teen and myself. You stuffed misinformation down the public's throat, which made me look like a nut, hasn't been so good for my livelihood-"

"We made a generous compensatory offer for your injuries."

"That was a payoff and an insult. And when you spin reality, cover up evidence, it hurts. It ruins more than just my reputation. It hurts-"

"As I recall- as I recall, your university revoked your tenure for your selling wild stories to-"

"I didn't sell anything, never took a cent, and I told the truth."

"Your version of it."

"There aren't any versions of the truth. And I'll tell you something. InGen can't keep spewing out-"

"InGen is my responsibility now, and I will jealously defend it's interests," Peter gave him a look.

"Your responsibility? What about Mr. Hammond?" Ian asked.

"It is our board of directors which I must look in the eye, not my uncle," Peter walked over to Ian. "Really, you must trust me. These problems of yours have got to be rendered moot. In a few weeks time, they'll be long forgotten." He patted Ian's arm as he attempted to walk past, only to feel Ian grasp his arm tightly.

"Not by me," Ian whispered.

"Careful," Peter said as he pulled his arm out. "This suit cost more than your education."

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"You were right, and I was wrong there," Hammond said when Ian entered the room. "Did you ever expect to hear me say such a thing?"

"Uh, yeah. Every- every day," Ian said.

Hammond shook his head and looked back to Ian. "Thank God for Site B."

"Site B?"

"Isla Nubar was just a showroom, something for the tourists. Site B was the factory floor. That was on Isla Sorna, 80 miles from Nublar. We bred the animals there, nurtured them for a few months and then moved them to the park."

"Oh really?" Ian asked as he walked closer to Hammond's bed. "I did not know that."

"Now, after the accident in the park, Hurricane Clarissa wiped out our facility on Site B. Call it an act of God. We had to evacuate, of course, and the animals were released to mature on their own. "Life will find a way", as you once so eloquently put it. And by now we have a complete ecological system on the island, with dozens of species living in their own social groups without fences, without boundaries, without constraining technology. And for four years I've tired to keep it safe from human interference."

"Well... That's right, that's right. I mean, hopefully you've kept this island quarantined, uh, and contained. But I'm shocked about all this. I mean, that they're still alive. Uh, you bred them lycine-deficient. Shouldn't they have kicked after seven days without supplemental enzymes?"

"Yes! But, by God, they're flourishing! That's one of the thousand questions I want the team to answer."

"Team?"

"...yes. I've-" Hammond grunted as he got out of his bed. "I've organized an expedition to go in and- thank you- and document them. To make the most spectacular living fossil record the world's ever seen."

"Wait a minute. Go in and document? Like with people?"

"Yes. The animals wont even know they're there. Very low impact. Strictly observation and documentation. Our satellite infareds show," he clicked a button on his computer "that the animals are fiercely territorial. The carnivores are isolated in the interior of the island, so the team can stay on the outer rim. Don't worry. I'm not making the same mistakes again."

"No. You're making- you're making all new ones. Uh, John, wh- Okay, so there's another island with dinosaurs- no fences this time- and you want to send people in, very few people, on the ground, right? And who are these five lunatics that you're trying to con into this?"

"Well, I have to say, you're taking this way better than Becky did. She went absolutely livid, screaming at me about how crazy I was to want her to return to an, in her words, "65-million year old death trap". In the end she only agreed to come if I paid for her to get one of those new robotic limbs for amputees, along with paying for future upgrades and/or repairs."

"I'm sorry? You're sending a disabled teenager to the island- why?" Ian looked at the old man like he'd lost his mind, though, considering his age he probably had.

"Oh, it'll be fine. Nothing bad will happen to her, I can guarantee it," Hammond waved off Ian's incredulous expression. "As for the others, it was hard to convince them as to what they were going to see, and in the end I had to use my check book to get them there. But there's Nick van Owen, who's a video documentarian, and Eddie Carr, who's a field equipment expert. Uh, we have our paleontologist. And I was hoping you'd be our fifth," He finished handing the files off to Ian. "Now, look, we've been on the verge of chapter 11 ever since that accident in the park. There are those in the company who wanted to exploit Site B in order to bail us out. They've been planning it for years, and I've been able to stop them up until now. But a few weeks ago, a British family stumbled across the island and their wee girl was injured. Oh, she's fine, she's fine. But the board has used the incident to take control of InGen from me. And now it's only a matter of time before this... lost world is found and pillaged. Public opinion is the one thing I can use to preserve it. But in order to rally that kind of support, I need a complete photo record of those animals, alive and in their natural habitat."

"So you went from capitalist to naturalist in just four years," Ian mused. "That's- that's something."

"It's our last chance... at redemption," Hammond said softly.

"John, no. Of course, uh, not, and I'm gonna contact the other four members of your team, and I'm gonna stop them from going. Who's the paleontologist, by the way?"

"She- she came to me. I want you to know this," Hammond said quickly.

"Who did?"

"Leave it to you, Ian, to have associations, affiliations, even liasions, with the best people in so many fields."

"You didn't contact Sarah?" Ian began to feel dread creeping up into his body.

"Paleontological behavior study is a brand new field. And Sarah Harding is on that frontier."

"No."

"Her theories on parenting and nurturing amongst carnivores have framed the debate. What are you doing?" He asked once Ian began searching amongst the desk tops.

"Where's your phone?" He flipped a stack of papers to reveal it and wasted no time dialing.

"It's too late. She's already there. The others are meeting her in three days."

"You sent my girlfriend to this island alone?" He sat back on the desk for support.

"'Sent" is hardly the world. She couldn't be restrained. She was already working in San Diego, doing research at the animal park. And it's only a couple of hours flight from there. And she was adamant about making the initial foray by herself. Thinks she's Dian Fossey. "Observation without interference", she said. And she went on and on. You know how it is. After you were injured in the park, she sought you out. And then she went all the way to that hospital in Costa Rica to ask somebody who she didn't even know if the rumors were true."

Ian took a deep breath. "If you want to leave your name on something, fine. But stop putting it on other people's headstones."

"Oh, come on. She'll be fine. She spent years studying African predators, sleeping downwind and all- she knows what she's doing. Believe me, the research team will-"

Ian held up a hand to stop him from continuing. "It's not a research expedition anymore. It's a rescue operation, and it's leaving right now." With that, he turned and stalked out of the house.

Next chapter will pick up right in Becky's pov. Also, this will be a Nick x OC story so be prepared. I'm going to try to take my time with this story (along with the next one) since I finished the first part in about six days. So I'll be updating around every other day. Let me know what you think, and I'm open to any suggestions on what you'd like to see happen.