I do not own Jurassic Park. I only own my own original character and plot idea. I own Sydney.

Story start

I feel the stare

I sense the danger

I feel their hunger

I do not dare

Sydney sighed as she stood up and wiped the sweat off her forehead. The hot sun and the tropical climate felt like a sauna. She was working on Island Nublar. It was the site of Jurassic Park, this dinosaur park being built by some rich guy named Hammond.

She had met Hammond a few days ago, but she was working so much on the interior of the island and in the dinosaur exhibits that she did not spend much time at the tourist center.

Sydney set down her tools, which were gardening tools. She had been ordered to remove all of the plants, which should not be amongst the dinosaurs. The scientists and Hammond had made a mistake by placing these flowers here. Now I got the dirty job of removing the plants while the dinosaurs were still in the exhibits.

It was dangerous to remove certain plants in the T-Rex part and for the other little dinosaurs. I forgot the name of them they fan out some skin in a circle around their head and they shoot out tar to blind you so they can kill you. Those little guys freak me out. I always take a gun and a knife when I go into those exhibits.

I walked out of the last exhibit that I was told to rid of the wrong plants and I sighed. My blonde hair was covered in dirt and pieces of the plants. Dirt was all over my clothes and my face. My green eyes made me look like I should be part of the earth. They just helped to add to the plant look that was going on all over me.

I popped my back and neck before walking to the tourist center. I received some funny looks and even some laughs as I walked through the tourist center hallways. I was heading to my room to wash up and take a nap, but I was halted in my tracks.

"Ah Sydney, are you finished getting rid of those plants?" Hammond asked cheerily; he's always cheery.

I turned around and looked at my employer. He laughed at my appearance, which caused me to sigh. I was exhausted and I did not feel like being laughed at. Any other time I would have joined in with the laughter, but not when I'm exhausted.

"Yes I'm finished sir. I'd like to be able to get clean and take a bath now if that's alright," I said as I leaned against the wall.

Hammond gave me a small smile and nodded.

"Go ahead Sydney, but please join me and my guests later for dinner," Hammond said.

I thanked him and headed to my room. I waved at a few other employees before reaching the sanctuary of my room. I locked my door and quickly took a shower. It felt good to get the dirt and grime off my body. I'm alright with getting dirty, but after sweating for hours with dirt caked all over me, it gets bothersome.

After my shower, I headed to my room and dried my hair with a towel. It took a while, but I left it partially wet. My hair fell in waves as I lied down on my bed. My door was locked so I had no worries about anyone walking into my room and seeing me naked on my bed. I was too tired to put on clothes at the moment. After an hour or three hour nap, I'll get up and put on some clothes for the dinner with Hammond's guests.

I think the guests are some prehistoric botanist, a paleontologist, some lawyer, and a chaos mathematician or something. All in all I did not want to go to this dinner. I would rather do what I always do, which is going into the kitchen and grab me something to eat and eat it back in my room or outside. The weather is nice here almost all the time so I like to enjoy it while I'm not working.

Falling asleep was music to my ears and peace to my body as my eyes drifted closed and slumber fell upon me. I knew that someone would wake me up if I was late for dinner, which I most likely would be. I hate alarm clocks and I refuse to buy one. I've destroyed about twenty so far, since so many people buy me alarm clocks for presents.

A few hours later, I heard loud banging on my door. "Sydney wake up, Hammond is waiting for you at dinner," Robert Muldoon yelled while banging on my bedroom door.

"Go away Robert, Hammond can eat without me there," I yelled angrily as my eyes opened quickly. My body felt so sore after being crouched down or on my knees pretty much the entire day and for days before that. I'm never going to plant a garden when I get my own house. I refuse to pick plants or plant plants ever again.

"Get up Sydney, don't make me get the janitor to unlock the door again," Robert warned. The man would do it too. He had done it once before when I was sick and I barricaded myself in my room. I refused to come out because I did not want to go to a doctor. Doctors scare me more than dinosaurs, and that is saying something after seeing how vicious the velociraptors are.

"Fine, I'm getting up and I'll go to this stupid dinner, but I'm not happy about it," I yelled as I jumped out of my bed and threw one of my dirty shoes at the door to express my anger and exhaustion.

Robert sighed and said, "Calm down Sydney, just go eat and then you can sleep later."

"I'd rather sleep now and sneak into the kitchen later," I muttered angrily as I slipped on some underwear, a black tank-top, and some green sweatpants. I was not going to go looking nice to this dinner. I slipped on my black fuzzy slippers. I was tempted to go in my pajamas, but I think Hammond would choke on his food if I walked in the room dressed in my pajamas.

I brushed my hair and let it go whichever way it wished before I unlocked my door and walked into the hallway. I headed to the dining area and sighed and took a deep breath before entering the room. Hammond smiled at me at first and then he saw my attire and gave me a disapproving look. I just pointed to my bloodshot eyes and he sighed.

"Everyone this is Sydney, she is my head habitat manager of the park and she helps with providing medical attention to the dinosaurs," Hammond introduced me as I headed over to the table.

I gave a small tired wave to the people at the table before sitting down beside the blonde haired woman. "I'd rather the dinosaurs be dead again," I thought as I took a sip of my water.

"Hi I'm Ellie," the blonde woman beside me said. I set down my glass and looked over at her.

"Hey I'm Sydney, so what are you all doing here?" I asked trying to sound curious even though I was exhausted.

"You sound like you'd rather go crawl in a hole and sleep instead of talking to us," some guy with glasses and black hair said.

I looked over and gave a fake smile. "Oh how correct you are," I said before eating my food.

Hammond sighed and I gave him a tired look.

"Sydney this is Dr. Grant, Ellie Sattler, Ian Malcolm, and the lawyer," Hammond said happily before he got to the lawyer.

"Alright well it's nice to meet you, but if I could go sleep than I would be much happier to talk with you all tomorrow," I said sleepily. Hammond sighed and dismissed me from the table. I gave everyone a smile and wave before practically hightailing it out of the room.

As I was running, more like staggering, back to my room I ran into someone. I was about to fall to the ground, but someone caught me. I looked up and saw that it was Robert holding me up. I sighed and let out a small laugh.

"Well since I'm already in your arms, how about you carry me to my room?" I said and Robert just gave me an incredulous stare.

I sighed and pushed out of his arms. "I was just joking," I said before starting to walk away.

Robert walked up beside me and shook his head. "What's wrong Sydney?" he asked.

I looked over at him and let out a big yawn to stress my point. "I'm exhausted," I said as I ran my hands through my hair messing it up.

Robert chuckled and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Just go sleep and I'll wake you up if something happens," he said.

I smiled over at him before running to my room. I locked my door and collapsed on the bed. Sleep came faster than thought possible.