Author's Note: None of these characters are mine. I love all the Jurassic Park movies, and especially the two books by Michael Crichton. With this story, I want to take people back to the island like in the first film and give them a scare. Though this story is rough, and the timeline may be a little complicated, I hope it's fun to read. Warnings that if you are averse to gore, there may be a few velociraptors ripping people's guts out.

Also of note, this story follows the events of the first film, though there may be references to the books and other films in the series as the story goes along.

CHAPTER ONE: Encountering Memories

Fifteen year old Tim Murphy sat in the back seat of his family's car, watching the cold steel and glass of the city fly past. The rain spattering against the car windows brought back memories that he had tried to bury in the back of his mind, dragging them to the forefront like someone kicking and screaming. For a split second, his eyes played a trick on him and he swore he saw the reflection of a massive Tyrannosaurus Rex eye studying him through the car's window.

When he blinked, the eye was gone. Just a fragment of his memory.

He couldn't believe it had been four years since the fateful trip to Isla Nublar. What was supposed to be a fun-filled day spent at Jurassic Park ended up turning into a deadly nightmare - one that Tim and his sister had barely escaped with their lives.

He sighed and tried to settle back in his seat. It was a struggle to get comfortable with the constant drumming of the rain.

Even with the discomfort, he was glad that everything post-Jurassic Park was working out for him and his sister. The Murphy family had been dealing with a rough patch involving their grandfather and his floundering business. Lex, Tim's older sister, was finding all the legalities a little too hard to cope with. People constantly wanted to speak with the two of them whenever they were out. Cameras were pressed in their faces, badgering them for any information they could give.

What did these people want to know about? The answer was always the same: Jurassic Park.

Four years earlier, their grandfather, John Hammond, had invited Lex and Tim to come to a special opening of Jurassic Park. The resort which would feature rides revolving around dinosaurs. As Hammond had described it, the park would be filled with all the necessary attractions. But, the one thing that Tim and Lex didn't expect to see with their own eyes was the dinosaurs. Real, living, breathing dinosaurs running around in cages

Who cared if these dinosaurs were angry about being resurrected from DNA and stored in cages? The only thing that Tim and Lex wanted to do was look at them and point, and maybe brag to their friends about how they were the first kids to see real living and breathing dinosaurs.

Of course, there was one catch to this legendary experience - a chaotic branch, as Ian Malcolm would say: The dinosaurs escaped their enclosures. The cages were turned off temporarily, and that was just enough time for the dinosaurs to escape. A massive Tyrannosaurus attacked the jeeps that carried Tim and Lex throughout the park. The tour car was flipped upside down, and the two of them were almost killed.

But, somebody rescued them.

That man was Dr. Alan Grant.

Dr. Grant had risked his own life to rescued them, using his wit and knowledge about dinosaurs to get them safely out of the park. They boarded a helicopter, took off, and then it was all over.

Lex had been left with scars, though. Tim knew this well. She had been waking from a sound sleep, screaming for weeks about dinosaurs eating their limbs. Tim didn't admit it, but he experienced similar nightmares, ones where no matter how fast he ran, there was no escaping the jaws of death. His mother tried to comfort them, but it was no use. Tim's view of dinosaurs was forever changed. He couldn't enjoy reading about a Velociraptor after it tried to claw his flesh open and rip out his guts. That's just the way it was.

Now Tim blinked away the daydream while his sister drove the two of them in their fancy car. She was good at driving. Still, Tim couldn't help but feel a bit edgy when his sister drove in the rain. A flash of lightning lit up the sky as they stopped at a street light. Lex glanced over at him. Her blonde hair was ruffled and naturally curly. It had grown out over the school year, and now that summer was on its way, she was thinking of getting it cut.

She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel.

"Penny for your thoughts," she said as the street light turned green.

Tim looked over at her as she pulled them through the busy intersection.

He hesitated for a moment. All of his thoughts were a jumbled mess. Then he muttered, "What's going on with Grandpa's company?"

Lex was already staring ahead at the road, but Tim could tell that she wasn't really paying attention to the scenery. Instead she was in deep thought. It was her habit to really think about her response before she answered a question. Her response was slow and calculated, as if trying to keep the answer simple enough for her 15-year-old brother.
"Well," she said. "You remember the park, of course?"
Tim shuddered, thinking of the lawyer who had left them alone in the car when the T-Rex attacked. That man had been eaten after their enjoyable ride to the T-Rex paddock.

"Yeah," he said. "I remember. How could I forget?"

"Good," Lex continued. "Well, when it comes to Jurassic Park...Grandpa is in a lot of debt. That park cost him a lot of money to make."

"It also cost him a lot of lives," Tim muttered. Lex ignored this and continued to explain.

"To pay off his debt, Grandpa needs to generate some money. A lot of money. There are investors to pay back, and also the families of victims to compensate."

"Doesn't he have his normal job?" Tim continued. "In the genetics lab? I mean, if you still have your job, don't you still have a paycheck? I thought with all of his scientific developments, he would have the park cleaned up in no time."

Lex gave a sad smile and shook her head.

"Well, you'd think that he still worked with In-Gen. His job title has...changed since he had to abandon the park. He still owns the company, but the park really threw everything off."

Tim stared out the window. He wasn't so young that he couldn't understand the idea of debts. They needed to be paid, or everything would be taken away. There was no chance that his parents had enough money saved up to front the bill. John Hammond was, sadly, on his own.

"So, what's Grandpa going to do about all this?" he asked.

Lex turned the wheel and the car made its way onto a less traveled street, one with many trees and tiny, comfortable houses.

"The government is giving him a deal, I suppose," she started. "They want him to rebuild the park, but do it on the empty island where there are no dinosaurs. That way, he can still have a park, but without the real dinosaurs running around. Does that make sense?"

Tim understood. But then added, "So, why does he need us? I thought this whole mess was behind us."

Lex replied, "Well, he needs witnesses, you know? Someone who lived through the event at the original park so that he can fix whatever didn't work. Most of the new, safer park is already built, so I guess Grandpa wants us to approve some of the blueprints for the place, or something like that. Something..." Her voice trailed off. "We can make sure that it's safe."

Tim nodded.

So that's what they were doing. Approving blueprints.

Well, the task seemed simple enough. An easy job. It would be over in no time. Painless.

But, Tim didn't know how incredibly wrong he was.