A Dangerous Game

By The one and only Nikki Flinn!

Warning! This is a Jurrasic Park, Lost World fic. This remains true to the books. There is a signifigant difference between the books and the movies. If you have only seen the movies but still think you want to read this, drop me a line at nikkiflinn at yahoo . com and I'll send you a summary of what you missed. This also applies if you get into the fic and start getting lost. I hope to keep it pretty simple, but just let me know.

Chapter One

Night Terrors...

She sat up sharply, breath expelled in a quick gasp. Her hands clutched at the sheets, bunching them around her nimble fingers. She sat gasping, trying not to close her eyes again.

They hadn't left yet. These night terrors. She glanced at the clock. three am. She sighed and collapsed back. Less than four hours til she had to be out and on her way to work.

Kelly Curtis frequently had the same nightmare. More than once a week, on average. The same nightmare. It had started four years ago. When Arby had decided on a different college.

It was always the same. Kelly knew it had to do with Arby leaving to study computer programming in Germany, but she refused to admit it.

Until then, Kelly always had Arby to fall back on. He was her safety net, always there to call at four in the morning when she couldn't decide whether to steal her mom's fat free, sugar free crappy ice cream or to head out to an all night conveinence store and get a pint of Ben and Jerry's. Arby always suggested the Ben and Jerry's, because as he put it "My girl friend already hates you. Let's not make it worse by having you turn into Scarlette O'hara."

"Thanks a lot, Rhet." Kelly would reply scarcastically. They would hang up then. She always meant the thank you. She would usually hop in her car then and drive to the Seven Eleven down the street, in time to meet Arby as he pulled up in his dad's Corvette. He would always buy, claiming it to be penance. But they both knew the reason. Because he was her friend and he wanted to truly make it up.

Kelly slid from bed and into the bath room of her appartment.

She longed to call Arby and talk until it was time to get ready for work, but a six hour time difference made that hard. He'd already be at work and she didn't want to bother him too much.

Arby was the top most computer programmer in the world. He and Kelly had graduated first in their respective classes. He was a year ahead of her by the time he graduated, but Kelly didn't mind so much. She always saw him in Calculus. In college, Kelly had taken her love of math one stepp further and was one of the foremost technical engineers in the world.

She loved every moment of it. Currently she was working with a Maritime Archaeological squad off the coast of Manhattan. It was fun actually, to figure out all the dimensions. Her job consisted of figuring how the mechanics of the operation would work so the site was least damaged. Kelly was contracted til the end of the week, tommorrow, just to make sure everything would work. If, later on in the project, something about her configurations went awry, they could pull her from any other case she happened to be working and she would have to fix it, no charge. If outside complications arose, unforeseen complications, the team had the right to contact her and she had the right to refuse the case.

Kelly flicked on the lights in the bath room. She filtered through the cabinet for Ny Quill. She didn't have the time for a sleeping pill, but the NyQuill would knock her out and keep the dream from returning.

The dream of the raptors.

For five, almost six years, Kelly had managed to suppress the memories of those twenty four hours on a small island called Isla Sorna. At first it was exciting. She had seen live dinosaurs! She and Arby had made it out so everything was ok. Then time went on and Kelly could feel the panicky fear lurking in the back of her mind. She could have died. Arby almost did. Eddie Carr died.

Kelly shook the memories from her head and poured herself a small cup of the dark liquid. She grimaced at the bite of alcohol as she swallowed. She had never reverted to drinking and she really didn't like it. She walked back, flicking off the light as she went. She crawled into bed and snuggled next to her boy friend, Greg. Greg turned and sleepily kissed her forehead.

"Happy Birthday, baby."

Kelly had almost forgotten.

(A/N: sooooo should I continue? Or trash it now?