Hi, everybody!j Perrys Girlfriend here, with a new story: Giving and Taking. This story is Beta read by YahBoyParagon, so thank him if you think this chapter is so cool. This is my first time writing a JP fanfic, so sorry if any of the characters seem a bit OOC.
Perrys Girlfriend is out, Peace!
Giving and Taking
Dinosaurs. Alan Grant used to love them. He loved to talk about them, dig them up, and even lecture people about them. That was, until July 17, 1993. That was the day Alan, along with his girlfriend, Ellen Sattler, went to Isla Nublar, by the urgings of John Hammond, who funded their summer digs in Montana. Alan had no idea what that was on that cursed island, until last minute. On that island, were re-created dinosaurs, deadly and smart dinosaurs. People had died on that island, and most people were so severely injured, Alan thought that they wouldn't have made it. But, alas, most of the people who died were construction workers, but they had rather, gruesome deaths, if you will.
Alan was now on the airplane, heading to New York City, where John Hammond lived. He had invited him to his mansion to talk to him. Alan didn't know what John wanted to so urgently talk about.
Alan sighed, trying to ease up in his seat, trying to get rid of the growing knot in his stomach. It made him nauseous, the very thought of the islands. He tried to think about something else, but no matter what he thought, the same haunting feeling of mortal peril. Alan had a bad habit of winding up on islands with dinosaurs, and having to fight just to win the treasure of returning home.
Alan closed his eyes, trying hard to block out the images of those ferocious, rabid beasts and the frightening path they left in their wake: maimed bodies, gory trails leading into the dark jungle. It was gruesome. Alan would do anything to forget the feeling of being hunted.
"Seatbelts please," The intercom clicked as the pilot spoke, "We'll be landing in New York in a couple of minutes."
Alan followed the directions that he was given to Hammond's mansion. Now, he stood in front of it, intimidated. Here he was, wearing jeans, a plaid shirt, and sneakers. The mansion that was in front of him was huge, massive, and fancy. He hesitated and then finally rung the bell that was in front of the gate, which was about fifteen feet tall, and about an inch thick. He looked around him, a bit blinded by the bright lights of New York. He heard footsteps and looked through the gate as he saw two men in black suits approach him.
"Who are you and why are you here?" The taller one asked.
"I'm Alan Grant, and I'm here because John Hammond asked me to." Alan replied firmly. The two men looked at each other, skeptically. The shorter one was about to say something, but was interrupted.
"Dr. Grant! Dr. Grant!" Someone yelled. The two security guards turned around. Behind them, running, was Alexis Murphy and Timothy Murphy, John Hammond's grandchildren. It took Alan a couple of minutes for him to realize who they were.
"Kids!" Alan hollered as Tim and Lex continued running. Before they could reach him though, the guards grabbed one of their arms.
"Hey! Let me go!" Lex yelled stubbornly as she tried yanking herself out of the guard's grasp.
"You know him?" The guard gestured to Alan.
"Yes, my grandfather sent him. Now let go of me, or else I'll have my grandfather fire you and your friend that's holding my brother." Lex threatened. The guards looked at each other and let go of them. Tim fell to the ground, but quickly got up and brushed himself off. Lex ran to the gate and opened it for Alan. Alan smiled as she hugged him. Tim smiled and offered his hand to Alan, who shook it.
"I hardly recognized you, you two have grown up so much." Alan released Lex, who took a step back.
"Well, it has been seven years, Dr. Grant." Tim reminded him respectfully. Alan was surprised at how deep Tim's voice was. And not to mention, he was very surprised at how long it had been. It seemed like yesterday that he was leading two frightened children through the remains of Jurassic Park.
"Seven years? Has it really been seven years?" Alan asked as Lex and Tim led him to the front doors of the mansion. Tim opened a door and held it open for Lex and Alan. Alan nodded him thanks as he entered. He looked at the fancy furnishings in the mansion. Alan had to wonder how Hammond got all the money for that.
"Grandpa invited more people here, besides you." Lex informed Alan as they walked up the stairs.
"Who else?" Alan asked as they reached a landing, pausing to catch their breath.
"Ian, Ellie, and a bunch more people." Tim replied as he and Lex resumed walking up the stairs. Alan stopped on the step he was on.
"Ellie...as in Ellie Degler?" Alan asked, trying to confirm it.
"Yes." Lex turned around to face him.
"And Ian, as in Ian Malcolm?"
"Yes." Lex nodded. Alan now began to jog up the stairs, panting for breath. Tim joined him, trying to run up the stairs without tripping and breaking his neck. Lex tried to catch up with them the best that she could for a girl wearing a dress. They finally made it to the top of the stairs and Tim knocked on a door. Alan looked around, unfamiliar with the surroundings. The door was opened by a woman, a very attractive woman at that. She had her black hair pulled up in a bun, her dark brown eyes shined at Alan as she smiled.
"Come on in." She invited him in as she opened the door more and Alan stepped inside, Tim and Lex still in tow. The room was huge, with elegant furniture and wallpaper. It was semi-crowded, with a couple of people Alan vaguely remembered.
"Alan!" A blonde woman ran up to him. Alan remembered her automatically.
"Ellie! How've you been?" Alan asked as the two embraced each other.
"Not bad. You?" Ellie broke free from the hug and put her hands on hips.
"I could be doing a lot worse." Alan replied, and Ellie chuckled.
"That's true. I think you'll be doing a lot worse once you hear what Hammond wants." Ellie lost her smile and Alan's face fell.
"What does he want?"
"He wants us to do something incredibly stupid." A man in complete black joined in. Alan recognized him; it was Ian Malcolm. Alan offered his hand to Ian, who shook it.
"Okay, but what does Hammond want me for?" Alan asked, trying to get to the point. Ian and Ellie looked at each other, nervous.
"If the man wants to know, you ought to tell him." Ian nodded grimly.
"Alan...It's a long story, but to get to the point, the Costa Rican government is upset that there are two islands with dinosaurs on them. Hammond promised to get a small group of people to get the dinosaurs from Point A to Point B." Ellie explained. Alan was shaking his head.
"There is no way on Earth or heaven that you're going to make me go to any of those islands." Alan said.
"Same here." A fairly deep voice said and the group turned to see a fairly tall white man, wearing shorts, and light tan button-up shirt.
"I'm afraid we haven't met, I'm Alan Grant." Alan held out his hand. Ellie and Ian exchanged amused glances. The man glanced down at Alan's hand and finally shook.
"Robert Muldoon, the former park warden." The man reminded him. Alan had a shocked and embarrassed look as Ellie giggled and Ian chuckled.
"I'm sorry...I have bad memory." Alan lied as Ellie rolled her eyes.
"So I see." Robert mused aloud.
"I thought you died by raptors?" Alan asked him. Robert's eyes widened.
"You're right. You do have bad memory. I barely made it out alive, along with Ray and Dennis." Robert corrected him. Alan nodded in understanding as he turned back to Ellie and Ian.
"So, where is Hammond?" Alan asked.
"He'll be coming out in a couple. He's..." Ellie tried to come up with the right word to describe Hammond's condition.
"Not feeling good." Ian suggested. Ellie and Robert turned to him and Ellie shook her head.
"No that's not the word I was thinking of." She corrected him.
"Not doing his best?" Robert said. Ellie nodded.
"That's the word. Hammond's not doing his best." Ellie nodded.
"For an eighty-five year old man." Ian added.
"Right. Who else did Hammond invite?" Alan asked.
"Me." Tim smiled as he stepped into the group.
"And me." Lex chimed in.
"You can't forget the chaotician." Ian reminded them, smiling.
"I said who else." Alan repeated. Ian's face fell.
"Gerry Harding, who was the vet. Henry Wu, the geneticist. Dennis Nedry, the thief. John Arnold, the chief engineer, the lawyer, and some new people." Robert gave Alan the answer he wanted.
"Lawyer?" Alan asked.
"Donald Gennaro."
"Oh, him." Alan nodded.
"Ah, there you are." An elderly man joined the group. Alan recognized him at once. It was that old Hammond, John Hammond.