Island of Nublar

Four months later

Robert knew he had drinking too much. Ever since he arrived back on this God forsaken island, the only way to tune out the nightmares was to polish off a bottle of scotch. He understood his bastard of a late father had suffered from a terrible drinking problem, and he wasn't about to let history repeat itself. Trying to lay off the booze for a while, he focused simply on his work. In his spare hours he ran laps around the park's grounds, and spent countless hours working out in the downstairs private gym. More than once Arnold had remarked that he was in better shape than half the guys who worked here who were nearly a decade or so younger than him. Most nights Robert would stay over looking the creatures habitats, and forever careful of them as they began to grow. He had ordered Hammond to have stronger and more powerful weapons stored in the bunker in case of an emergency. Most days he stayed watching the raptor's behavior and began to take notice on how smart they were. They seemed to think together, always circling around, their evil demon colored eyes glowing as they cried out and clawed at the ground with their giant claws. He knew these sort of monsters weren't meant for amusement. They were meant for death. He kept to himself, training the new recruits that Hammond had hired.

All young, eager, and completely native to what exactly they were doing. He spent a good amount of his time patrolling the grounds, giving lectures, training, and of course staying where he felt he was the most needed. In the raptor pen. "Somebody is going to get bloody killed…" He would whisper watching the creatures, knowing that this was unlike anything he had ever trained before. These were blood thirty animals, always on the hunt, always waiting to kill. When he would retire for the night, he would return to the living quarters he once shared with Wendy. Her things were all still exactly as she had left them. Shirley had never bothered to have them shipped back, and as far as Robert cared that was for the best. Often he would have sleepless nights, tossing and turning either having vivid dreams of Wendy's accident replaying over and over again in slow motion, or those raptors getting out of their cage and ripping him apart. Shooting up in bed, drenched in sweat shaking, his wild blue eyes would dart around only to find himself completely alone. Whenever this happened he would splash cold water on his face and open the sliding closet. Taking one one of Wendy's blouses, or shirts he would lay back in bed, holding and smelling it, feeling as if she was right there to comfort him. Shirley wrote a great deal, and he figured Hammond's never ending funds along with his blank check book was more than enough motivation for anyone. He would call her from his office once a week, and she would babble on about the heat, the traffic, and finally get around to the baby and Wendy. There still hadn't been any change in Wendy, the doctors were still hopeful, but from the tone of Shirley's voice Robert knew this was a straight out lie. When he asked if he was sitting with her? Shirley would become defensive, claiming that she was in her early sixties and looking after a newborn in case he forgot.

Always clutching the plastic phone tight, he would control his temper and change the subject. Still, the thought of his Wendy laying there all alone in the hospital turned his stomach. The baby was doing fine, Shirley had enclosed several photographs with her letters of Harlan. She claimed he was a happy baby, not the slightest bit fussy as Wendy had been when she was his age. Shirley said Harlan in the beginning had a hard time with the bottled milk they had been giving him and developed a slight reaction to before the doctor adjusted the brand and he was eating perfectly now and gaining plenty of weight. All ready she could see he had Robert's eyes, and Wendy's darling smile. She said he was still having a hard time sleeping through, but over all he was a fine baby. She had hired a woman named Gladys to help her most days, and everything seemed to be going fine. When Robert asked if she had taken him to see Wendy, Shirley sighed on the other line and said in a no nonsense tone that she had twice, but as he got older she felt it was best if they didn't. After all, he would confuse him.

"What she's his mother, and he's a baby still…not even a year…"

Yet again Shirley changed the subject causing Robert to have even more motivation to want to finish up with this damn island so he could come home and finally raise his son.

One year ago

Robert smirked as he watched Wendy with a baby Brontosaurs which all ready looked the size of a good healthy golden lab. She was in shorts and a T-shirt, her whistle around her neck as she scooted around the grassy pen laughing as the creatures waddled and followed her making tiny noises. Robert smiled leaning against the wooden fence of the pen, which was set up just for these kind before they were released open into their habit.

"Good girl!"

She called petting the creatures' head before feeding it some leafs. Looking up she saw Robert waiting and smiled as he waved. Waving back she called over her helper Alex who trotted over and took over as she headed down over to Robert. Hurrying down, she smiled before leaning over and kissing him.

"Hey, what's up?"

"I'm heading in for a while, care to join me?"

Wendy looked back and nodded.

"Yeah sure, Alex is just finishing feeding her and I'm done."

"Lovely, say how about we work up an appetite before dinner?"

Wendy smirked looking confused.

"What, you wanna race me back or something?"

Offering her his hand, he helped her climb over the tiny fence. Grinning, he playfully nibbled at her neck. Laughing, she swatted at him before he whispered…

"I have something more fun in mind…"

Later… Robert laid back, sweating like mad in the gentle shade the palm trees gave along the white sandy beach coast. He had taken Wendy back to their special spot he had taken her after their first official date. The island of Nublar was quite beautiful if you knew where exactly to do. Muldoon had taken his 4-wheel jeep off a small path nearly ten miles away from where the park was beginning to be constructed. It was a safe tiny little beach, untouched and beautiful. It was private, and had one hell of a view a sunset. Today with the temperatures soaring, causing the air to be hot and sticky, they had taken a detour and laid in the shade of the beach, feeling the warm sea breeze as they franticly undid each other's shorts. Now with his pushed down to his ankles, he held Wendy's hips as her hands pressed down firmly against his chest as she bopped up and down. Her hair was tied up in a loose messy bun with strands of hair falling down to her shoulders. Her shirt, as well as his was still on, which both were sweating through. She has her eyes closed as she tilted her head back moaning softly in pleasure. Muldoon thrusted his hips upward before feeling himself come close. "Look at me." Her golden eyes opened, in a haze of heat and pleasure. Staring at her, his face reddening with pressure, he released and clasped his hand on top of hers.

Crying out, she arched her back before he moaned deeply and felt her collapse against him. Both panting for air, he kissed her temple before moving his hand under her shirt and cupped her breast.

This was paradise.

Present.

It was the holidays, well at least for some of the full time staff on the island it was. For Memorial Day Weekend, the full time staff were allowed to take the ferry back to the main land for nearly five days. Robert flew straight to Nevada thanks to Hammond's private airline, and arrived via taxi at Shirley's condo. When he arrived, Shirley who looked no different smiled and gave him a stiff hug before telling him she had somebody that very much wanted to see him. When he stepped into Shirley's bright living room filled with pieces of desert art and paintings, he stared down in disbelief at the baby. He couldn't believe how much he had grown. He was laying on a spread out blanket wearing a tiny sailor's suit, all ready what looked like peach fuzz was beginning to come in on his hair, the same sandy shade Robert had. Surrounded by soft toys, the baby wiggled on it's belly before looking up at Shirley and him and gurgled.

"Babaaa…"

He said, drool coming out of his mouth as his chubby cheeks turned upward and he giggled.

"Go on, he isn't going to bite, no teeth yet."

Robert have a humorless smile at this and stepped down into the living room. Squatting down, he looked at the baby with absolute wonder. Smiling, he reached forward and was stunned as the baby gently grasped his finger and giggled.

"My…my…what a clever boy you are."

Nearly two years ago…

They were in the main meeting hall, at least three dozen of them all listening to Hammond's speech about how they were on the verge of a breakthrough for both the past, present, and future. They had all just finished the contracts, swearing them by In-Gen not to speak about what they were working on, and if so they could face federal jail time. After the lawyers put all the signed contracts away, Hammond took out the first hatched creature of Jurassic Park, a baby Brontosaurs, which was shown to the shocked employees. Robert had stood off to the side, arms crossed silently and seriously listening. Hammond had shown him early what breakthroughs he was making in the lab and as wonderful and amazing as he felt it would be, he also couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. He eyed the audience, the best of the best of who Hammond had hired and saw her. Wendy Harlan. He had met her the night before on the main land, and honestly couldn't stop thinking about her. He had gotten quite drunk, and had a wonderful time despite the splitting headache he now felt. Watching her listen, and laugh he couldn't believe it. The girl was young enough to almost be his daughter. Still, he couldn't stop staring.

"Pretty wonderful huh?"

Robert broke out of his thoughts as the meeting came to a close and everyone went their own ways. He saw her standing there, smiling as she fixed her messaged bag over her shoulder.

"Robert, right?"

"Wendy?"

"Yep. How's your head?"

Robert smiled, blushing slightly.

"Bloody awful, yours?"

"Pretty terrible, wanna grab some water bottles and aspirin and get some fresh air?"

Smiling, Robert looked around at the clearing out room. Just a week ago he had stumbled upon the beach and knew a clear night like this would be absolutely stunning.

"Say, I think your onto something. Meet me out front in five, grab the water I'll hunt down the aspirin."

Laughing, she agreed and turned as he smiled watching her walk away. A half an hour later both laid out on a spread out wool blanket from the back of the jeep, staring up at the star lit sky nursing their water bottles and laughing as he pointed up and explained the different star names to her.

"They are so beautiful…"

Turning, she felt his eyes looking at her and smirked back.

"Don't tell me…and so am I?"

"I think you pretty but hit that one on the nose love…"

Leaning forward he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. The following day at yet another safety meeting, he stood beside Hammond, arms crossed as they went on about first aid, supplies, and most of all the danger of the animals they were beginning to breed. Looking into the audience, he saw her listening and gave a slight smile in her direction which was welcomed back to him. Somehow this time on this island seemed a whole lot more interesting than he believed it to be.

Present.

He had taken Harlan in his carrier seat to see Wendy. When he first walked into the hospital room for an instant he nearly fell over. She was off life support, no tubes were in her throat. In fact, he didn't even see the oxygen machine. Had there been a change? Was she awake? Was she dead? His anxious eyes said it all as a nurse smiled.

"You're her fiance' right? Mr. Muldoon?" Robert nodded, not taking his eyes off her.

"She's all right, there hasn't been any change…"

"But she's off life support." "Oh she's been breathing on her own for months now honey, didn't her doctor tell you?"

Mentally he cursed Shirley for leaving such an important detail out from their talks and letters. Instead he walked forward, carrying the baby which had been surprisingly good the entire ride over. Robert was staying at the hotel down the road and had rented out a car at the main airport. He had met the woman Gladys Shirley had hired who was a large and beyond friendly older woman who thought the world of Harlan. He still had to roll his eyes, it seemed as though it was this hired woman raising his son rather than his own grandmother. Instead she was enjoying the cash flow coming in, ignoring the fact her only daughter was still alone in a coma just a few miles down the road. The nurse smiled looking down.

"This is Harlan right? The doctor has told me all about him. He's beautiful!"

"Thank you…" Robert muttered before carefully sitting down and placing the seat beside him. It still had a lot of getting used to. The whole ride over he kept nervously eyeing him from he rearview mirror, hoping he was okay. Now that he was beside Wendy, he felt a million times better he came. Sitting, he asked if the doctor was in and the nurse said he wouldn't be until later. Thanking her, he was finally left alone and looked across at Wendy. She didn't look any better, but it was nice to see her entire face for once instead of a million different tubes. Smiling, he sighed before lifting the cooing baby out of his seat, and turned looking at her.

"Wendy darling, isn't he beautiful. Everyone says he looks like me but we both know better, he gets his good looks from you."

The baby wiggled, staring up at him. Feeling himself struggling with his tears, he reached forward and gasped her hand.

"I'm…sorry…I left you. I'm coming back real soon. I promise, I'll have our son, and we'll be waiting for you."

For a good hour or so he stayed beside her, softly humming to the baby and holding her hand before knowing it was time to get back. Glancing down, he smiled at his two wire and leather wrapped bracelets she had made him when they had just begun dating. He hadn't taken them off since. Placing Harlan back in his seat and buckling him in, he stood beside her, brushing back her hair and gently kissing her lips.

"I'll see you soon love."

Turning, he picked the baby up and walked out. He never saw her again.

A few days later… On an overcast rainy day, Robert planned on taking the plane back. He had visited and seen Harlan every day during his short little vacation. Today he paced back and forth in Shirley's living room, gently rubbing the baby's back as he rested his head against his shoulder. Walking down the hall, he walked into the nursery and froze. Shirley, walking in smiled.

"What is it?"

"What's that?" He asked still holding his son as he approached the crib. Shirley looked confused before laughing.

"Oh, you like it. Gladys picked it up. It's his new mobil, it's dinosaurs, isn't it cute?"

Carefully he laid his sleeping down in the crib and looked at the tiny plastic little creatures with uneasy eyes. Sighing, he focused his attention on his son. Kissing his fingertips, he leaned down and gently pressed them against his son's cheek before standing back. "No more than eight months, tops." He muttered to Shirley who clearly wasn't listening. Turning, he thanked her before walking out. He knew if he looked back it would be even harder to say goodbye. Once he board the plane and was headed out, he sat back thinking. As soon as everything was set, he would be finished with this business and be home again with his son. He wanted to be there for everything, his first words, when he began crawling, and even walking. He had talked with Wendy's doctor who told him never to say never, anything could happen as long as he had hope. He said it was a huge sign he was breathing by herself now and her responses seemed stable. The idea of those stunning golden eyes opening made his heart ache. He would take care of her, buy her a beautiful home someplace peaceful, and together they would raise their son. Yes, that;'s exactly what he wanted. Unknown to him in just a few months an accident would begin. First with a trusted employ he knew well during the transfer of one of the grown raptors, and then the private tour. But at this exact moment, he didn't think of any of those things.

All he cared about was finishing his job and returning back home to his son.