Ok, first couple of chapters are going to be same as the original, but they are soon to start branching out and changing completely. I think I'm going to incorparate the second and third movie so we can see more of a relationship between Jess and Asty
Jessica pushed the triceratop's head back down as it struggled to get up. It snorted once, then let out a deep sigh and closed its eyes. Jessica rubbed under its chin gently. The juvenile squeaked and pressed its beak-shaped mouth against the adult's.
"Shhh. The vet will be here soon to look you over," Jessica soothed.
Muldoon had found out that he had shot the triceratops with a does far too large for her size. He had called the vet immediately, knowing the owner of the company, John Hammond, would be upset to know one of his dinosaurs had died.
"You should be careful, kid. Those dinosaurs ain't exactly friendly. Especially when you're around their young," Muldoon growled.
"She isn't trying to hurt me," Jessica retorted, not even glancing his way.
Her parents seemed too scared to come forward and the rest of the herd was all at the edge of the treeline, watching nervously. Why had they come up to her when she was alone and not now? She could tell they were desperate to see their leader and one of the juveniles was here too.
"I need to pull the tranquilizer out," Muldoon said.
"Ok..." Jessica responded.
Muldoon walked slowly up to the dinosaur. Its eyes flickered open and it watched him carefully. Muldoon reached the triceratops and raised his hand to pull the tranquilizer out. The triceratops suddenly kicked, knocking Muldoon of his feet. He scrambled backward on his hands and knees, gasping from the shock.
"Hey. I know you don't like him...but he's trying to help you. Now cooperate," Jessica rubbed her hand over the triceratop's eyes. It grunted happily.
Muldoon had gotten to his feet and was moving forward for a second attempt. The same thing happened. This time Muldoon didn't try again.
"I ain't goin' near that thing," he said, starting back towards the car. "It's too dangerous."
Jessica frowned. "But she'll die!"
Her father shook his head. "We can't risk anyone dying."
Jessica felt a surge of anger at their cowardly behavior. This dinosaur wouldn't hurt them. She was only afraid. The poor thing was scared to death and then shot in the side. It wasn't exactly a fun experience.
The triceratops grunted. The juvenile squeaked again, pressing a wet sloppy kiss to the adult's nose. Jessica glanced at the adult's side. She didn't have a choice but to get it out herself.
"Now, I'm going to get that dart out of your side. It might hurt or scare you, but I need you to stay still. Ok? You can't move. It's going to help you. I promise." Jessica rubbed the adult's nose gently, whispering near her head. The animal grunted in response.
Jessica got to her feet and strolled to the animal's side. The juvenile followed at her heels, grunting and snorting. She ran her hand along the animal the entire time, reassuring her where she was. She reached its side quickly. The dark was a few inches above her head. She could easily reach it.
"No!" Her mother shouted.
But Jessica had already reached up and her hand had grasped the dart. She pulled it out quickly. The triceratops grunted, but it made no attempt to kick her away. Jessica turned around to see Muldoon and her parents watching in disbelief.
Jessica shrugged. "Catch," she threw the dart and watched as it fell into the high golden grass.
She turned the triceratops. It snorted. The juvenile scampered over to it, shoving its snout into the adult's. Jessica shuffled over and knelt down again, stroking the adult's neck.
"How did you do that?" Muldoon said from behind her.
"I just...did," Jessica responded, not even turning around.
"You could have been killed," her mother said.
"But I wasn't," Jessica responded, feeling a strange irritation prick at her.
"Wow. That's impressive," a voice rumbled. Jessica recognized Dr. Harding.
He moved forwards and looked down at where Jessica was sitting next to the dinosaur, rubbing its snout.
"He,"-Jessica pointed at Muldoon-"Shot her with too much of that stuff. I think she's sick."
Harding nodded. "It's happened before. She'll be fine. I just have to give her some of this,"-he held up a small bottle-"And it will make her better."
He crouched down next to Jessica and gave her the bottle. She didn't understand at first, but she realized Harding wanted her to give the animal the medicine.
"You want me to give it to her?" She asked.
Harding nodded, so Jessica proceeded. She lowered the bottle to the animal's mouth and took off the cap. She then moved it to it's nostrils, letting it sniff. She quickly rubbed under it's chin before moving the bottle back to it's mouth. It snuffled, and it's tongue snaked out and connected with the bottle.
"Good girl," Jessica said, rubbing the animal's chin again.
Now, she stuck the bottle into the animal's mouth. Its eyes widened in surprise and its nostrils flared. Jessica tilted the bottle upward and the liquid inside trickled into the animal's mouth. She pulled the bottle out, rubbing the animal's chin. It played with the liquid for a moment, and then it slipped down its throat.
"Good girl," she repeated.
The animal must have realized the liquid was harmless, because its muscles relaxed and its tongue began to search for more. Jessica stuck the bottle back into its mouth and it quickly finished off the bottle.
The animal took a deep breath and its eyes shut. She glanced back at its side. Still breathing.
"Good job," Harding said. "She'll be awake soon."
Jessica nodded. She was relieved to know the animal would be alright. Then they continued on.
Alan Grant stared down at the small velociraptor in the incubator. The scientists had discovered this raptor was strong and would most likely survive. The only thing that bothered Grant was that the raptor was intimate. It always wanted to be cuddled up to someone, or something. It had squeaked constantly since Jessica and her family left, and Grant was starting to get worried.
Henry Wu walked up beside Grant, sighing. "I don't think we should worry, Alan."
Grant shrugged. "It's just a bit worrisome."
Wu nodded. "Velociraptors usually have a close bond with their young. But you've seen the killers they can become when they get older."
Grant nodded. The raptor, named Asteria, was starting to scare him.
Alright, so short and crappy. Have a good rest of your weekend, my lovelies.
