We Can Be Heroes

by Taisia Kuno

Close to being a full novel, this is a pre, during and post JP3 story involving the relationship between Alan and Billy. Seriously, we all saw it. AlanBilly THIS IS A LONG STORY Part 1,2 COMPLETE Part 3 Update 120610 ONGOING

10. 1:10

Author: Taisia Kuno

Title: We Can Be Heroes: Part One: Student In My Home; Loneliness Subsides

Fandom: JP3

Pairing: Alan/Billy

Rating: R for now

Warnings: Slash of course, m/m fun stuff

Spoilers: Of course

Series: Yes, this is 1:10

Summary: A novel written from boredom about the relationship Alan and Billy have before, during and after JP3. I have beta tested this myself and have had friends read this so this is as accurate as possible. Basically, it's just my thoughts and my ideas with a bit of creativity towards the last part. Also, thank you for all who have commented! I don't update unless I get some comments! So if you wanna see where this goes, drop me some love! 3

Disclaimer: Don't own a lick of the characters and please don't sue me for that. But also, if this pairing isn't for you or hell, homosexual stuff isn't for you either, please don't e-mail me or leave me comments else wise. Just skip it and go on. Isn't that the polite thing to do?

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Part One: Student In My Home; Loneliness Subsides

Chapter 10

Los Angeles, California

Biosyn Company Hours 9am - 6pm

Time: 10:35pm

David Hutchinson was your typical Biology based college graduate: he was young, trimmed, well figured and extremely prone to being a smart ass. The entire board of Biosyn knew this and knew that Hutchinson was no different and was, in fact, much worse. Much was an understatement. This kid was a complete and total egomaniac. But after repeated failures from Biosyn, it was searching for something better and wiser than what had been Dodgson and his company. At this point in time, anything was better than Dodgson. Biosyn had gone out on a rope for Hutchinson for he was young, extremely intelligent and very rich but he was all too much like Dodgson had been. The way of science went not toward discovering new things but by stealing the ideas of others that were popular, changing it enough to elude copyright laws and selling it at a wretchedly inflated price. That, to Hutchinson, was business.

Business was being held at 10:36pm in the large glass room filled with a long marble table, several lush leather chairs, an overhead projector, 12 very annoyed members of the main Biosyn corporation board and lastly, David Hutchinson himself acting as if he had more coffee flowing through his veins than blood. Above head shown a beam of dusty light and on that light showed an image across a broad white screen. The screen had a clear image of fly-by of a circular island with tall cliffs on all sides. Anyone could take a guess as to what island it was and if they were wrong, they would be smacked upside the head promptly by another member for being so stupid.

He had called this rather important meeting of the board to order so late at night because, aside from the fact that he never slept, he thought it would be of great importance to discuss Biosyn's last three year venture. Secretive in nature, Hutchinson hardly wanted to show the following classified photos but in order to get these idiots motivated, he felt it necessary to do so. They were not taking him seriously which, for Hutchinson, was like scraping nails on a chalk board level of irritation.

"I called you here tonight," began Hutchinson with youthful exuberance and poise, " to begin discussion on what would be Phase II of our Costa Rica project. Now highlighted in the books in front of you is what's entailed with Phase II." There was a brief skimming of pages and then one large groan from a tall, elderly man of about fifty who really wanted to just be home instead of being stuck with the misery of Hutchinson on a bad night.

"David... it's almost 11 o'clock at night. What the hell do you need to say that couldn't wait until tomorrow morning?" said Sheldon who, aside from Dodgson if Dodgson had still been alive, would be one of the longest running co-owners of Biosyn. Hutchinson glared at the interruption and at the man who clearly was not looking at Phase II like he had been instructed.

"Mr. Sheldon if you don't mind me saying so, what exactly would you be doing better than making millions of dollars if Phase II is effective? I'm sure you all can miss an hour's sleep for this. As I was saying, as you all know about Phase I of the project and our interest, it's time to see where it lead to. The 3.5 million dollar funding for the project alone, excluding the 4.7 million to the Costa Rican government for 'secrecy' procedures in order to protect the island from outside invasions excluding ourselves. Mind you this failed once with Ian Malcolm's group four years ago. Luckily, they were unaware of the events taking place on the island that we were involved in. They were on one side while we were on the other. Dodgson and his group were to gain samples of the species in order to bring them back here for further study. Of course, this was a simple ruse to get Dodgson out while we continued with our Phase I. Yes Mr. Torrence?"

"I remember this and if I'm not mistaken, " said a balding man toward the back of the room, " aside from Dodgson, we also lost four of our own men on that expedition. And it was out of pure luck that Dodgson didn't know what we were doing while he was gone. If he had, pandemonium would have broken out. Did Malcolm's group know?"

"As far as we're concerned, Malcolm's group shouldn't have been there anyway. Remember, all we did was put a new specimen on the island. And that is what I want to talk to you all about right now."

The entire incident had been concocted by Hutchinson and six other members chosen especially by him and were sworn to secrecy against spilling any information to the board or public. Basically, Hutchinson told them that he paid for it, he developed it, and if they let him alone it would make their company millions; if not billions, of what they had loss from Dodgson's many mistakes. So they allowed it in the back basements of Biosyn where they ignored it thinking that the man was running mice through mazes. Some (all of the members of the board included) had suspicions that he had intended to create something along the lines that Hammond had but never to the same scale.

"New specimen David? What new specimen could we possibly have created that John Hammond hadn't?" said a Mrs. White who was really the only woman in the entire board of directors in Biosyn. Hutchinson disliked including her on these little meetings because he found the female attitude to be quickly changing and less committed.

"Exactly what I have here to show you. Outlined in Phase I was this: Seek the information 'borrowed' from InGen, use our own technology to furnish and 'create' the 'product' and, as seen from these still photos from the last excursion to the island, allow the 'product' to mature until we can go and claim it. We own this product. It is our first of what will be many. Come two more years, we will return to this Costa Rican island to reclaim this product for its first showcase in Biosyn technology." Hutchinson smiled deviously.

"You're being elusively cryptic. Why?" said Mr. King who really just wanted to see the picture Hutchinson was hiding. He, and as well as the other members, all knew of this strange 'dinosaur' project he was doing but, almost as much as Dodgson, they did not take him seriously. It was ludicrous and insane, almost suicidal to be dealing with those islands. But that didn't stop Hutchinson from funding all these 'secret' little outings and 'elusive' amounts of material to suddenly vanish from sight out of the Biosyn company.

"Would you like me to spell it out for you Mr. King? Alright then I'll make this easier and shorten it to laymens terms: On Isla Sorna, exactly four years ago when Dodgson was there with his two companions attempting to steal the dinosaur eggs of the local species, we came in shortly after him to release our own specimen onto the island. The project had been under guarded supervision and Dodgson could not access it. The project was DNA from amber found in Africa some eight years ago and this DNA, we were shocked to discover, came from a rather large species of dinosaur. Larger than the tyrannosaur that Hammond so prized. Once hatched and classified, we let it loose on the island once it was old enough to fend for itself which, believe me, was extremely hard to hide from Dodgson. Keeping a seven foot tall dinosaur hidden from the public in Los Angeles was... hectic. But enough money gave us the ability. Once he reached a certain size, the excuse to get Dodgson out of the office also ended up being his demise. But that now is hardly important. No, what I am talking about, my fellow members of the board, is our own creation which is now this. (Rather dramatically, Hutchinson flicked to the next slide on the projector which was a slightly blurred image of a roughly 25 foot tall creature that spanned over the image. His length was massive; at least 40 feet long from head to tail. The most impressive part of him was the tall set of spines erupting to the skies from his shoulders down his back.) Spinosaurus Aegypticus. He's grown from the small egg we hatched him from."

It was sick to see all the awe-struck faces of these so-called scientific geniuses, at least it was to Hutchinson. He'd been there at the creation of this animal (it and all its other 96 siblings who failed the process of being created, being accurate, and being capable of tending to themselves), it's growth as well as its release. He was not one for sentiment but there was something odd about seeing his 'baby' being dropped onto the ground with a rickety cage around it. That's the only way they could release him to the island without harming themselves or the animal itself. It was heavily sedated of course and would only awake in a day or so. It would be once everyone else on the island had left which was the case. The Spino had awoken to the whirl of the helicopter blades rushing through the air and dizzily looked for food and water. It went to the game trail where the scent of the T-Rex's had been and knew from instinct to avoid it for now. Other than that, it survived well. It grew fast and soon became the dominant species of the island which is what was shown from the images displayed rapidly on the screen. Now that all the board members were able to breath, questions flowed.

"Why was no one else of the board told about this! In these details!"

"This is industrial espionage! Again! You're not doing new things, you're doing exactly what Dodgson wanted to do!"

"I told no one because of these outlandish remarks! And it is not espionage because we created a species all our own. InGen is gone; the dinosaurs there are no different than a bunch of damn animals on any other island! And remember, we have rights to the island now. Not for anything other than cleaning up other biological messes! We saw to it that we could do as we wished and we did it. The questions you should be asking are things like how it managed to survive and when can we bring it home."

"Bring it HOME? As in here, to Los Angeles?" exclaimed Torrence while standing; his coffee jittered on the table but didn't spill. Mrs. White was shaking her head with her hands rubbing her temples. This all seemed so insane but now, as Hutchinson slowly climbed the ladder of executives of Biosyn to eventually become owner, how could they possibly say no to him? This had been his intention all along: do his little project, wait for it to grow and to pass his time, take over the corporation who turned a blind eye at his doings.

"How... how did it manage to live for the four years we ignored it?" shakily asked King who now saw the interest of how such a creature could survive when others twice its size were running about and would consider it a decent meal. Carnivore or not, the animal's odds of surviving with all the elements against it were staggering.

"Oh our involvement with the Spinosaur wasn't non-existent. We monitored it on a monthly basis; flew over the island and tracked its progress. We did have to tranquilize one of the tyrannosaur from attacking it when it was still fairly small but other than that, it grew well. It was larger than the velociraptors so they rarely messed with it and it grew very fast. Disease happened little because there was no outside influence and we engineered it strong. Its immune system is very advanced. It also avoided contact with many of the other animals except for eating or defending itself. Odds are, if it got anything, it fought it naturally and built up an immunity."

"You allowed a million dollar animal to be... easily acceptable like that? What would have happened if the Costa Rican government did what they did to Isla Nublar? Then what?"

"It wouldn't have been money out of your pocket. And remember, we practically own that island now. It is our property as long as we pay them what they want. Many companies own private islands to do research upon. That's all we have done. Any other questions or can I continue?"

The board of directors looked squeamishly from one to the other and remained silent. Hutchinson smiled his devious heart out and continued with his lecture. The overall summary of it was this: In two years, Spinosaurus would be returning home and the reason for a meeting now was to prepare their own excursion to the island. Not only would they bring the Spino, they would bring sample DNA from each species exhibited on that island. Now was the time for preparation: there was equipment to design and a holding cell for the animal to create. Things had to start soon and now with Biosyn looking like a nice little science company, they had to maintain both its happy image and its secretive side at the same time. This took manpower, resources and, most of all, money.

Same city, different ideas, Ian Malcolm paced about his studio wondering what to do with himself. Alan called and told him about Billy's mother which made Ian feel disgusting because he wasn't there to help his young friend. During these times when he felt most helpless, he would pace about as he was doing now remembering when he was helpless and hopeless. It was also one of the most embarrassing times of his life as well. Being stuck on Isla Sorna when everything was hellish and being completely doped up on morphine; singing silly songs and randomly spewing whatever came to mind. Sarah still refused to let him live it down. It hadn't been enough for him to forget what happened there.

Arriving at the island with himself, Sarah, his daughter Kelly, the mechanic who was killed by a tyrannosaur, and Thorne of course who lived to continue his enterprise of high tech mobiles and equipment. The purpose of the mission was given by Hammond himself who had asked Sarah, the mechanic Eddie, and Thorne to study the animals of Isla Sorna before it was bought out and/or destroyed. Of course they accepted fast and left instantly. Ian had been informed two days later and had to chase after Sarah on what he called 'a rescue mission'. Kelly stowed away (and was thoroughly chastised for it later) and also wound up on that God forsaken island. They hadn't known about Dodgson and his crew of two also on the island wanting to steal eggs from the various species. Of course they met up but only when things were at their worse. People got hurt and some died but overall, the experience was just the same as it was on Nublar. It was something he really didn't want to remember and with his leg injured as badly as it was, both from the original trip to Nublar and re-injured on the trip to Sorna, some high doses of morphine sounded like a good idea at the time.

Four people died on that trip with only the remaining to remember the horrible fear of seeing the raptors move through the tall grass, the tyrannosaurs pushing against the trailers to knock them over, and how the baby rex screamed when it was scared. Nothing would let him forget it and he was glad now, as far as they all knew, the island was heavily quarantined from outside visitors and things like this would never happen again.

For now, he dialed Billy's cell phone again and got his voice mail.

"Yo this is Billy. There's a million things I could be doing right now and talkin' to you isn't one of them. Leave a message." Ian shut the phone off before leaving one. Most likely, he thought, they're still in the air heading over to Washington.

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Author's Note: Boring chapter! Just lots of information and doo-dads like that! I guess I needed a chapter to get a little bit of the plot going and to explain how this story is a mix of the movies and the books. I think I managed to get all the info out but if anything seems fishy, tell me and I'll try to edit it. A lot of this story was written at about 4 am when I couldn't sleep so mistakes are bound to happen. There is… 3 more chapters for this book then we'll get to the goods. Next chapter is going to be long and good. I'm hoping to have that done by Monday since it's going to be so long. Again sorry this chapter was boring. I tried to make it short but dear lord, Hutchinson is one longwinded guy! Thank you again for your comments my lovelies. Really knowing even a few people are reading this makes me continue writing it. Squee!