LIFE FOUND A VIOLENT WAY

Alan looked out the window of the jet Mark had supplied for them, only five minutes until they landed on the island that his daughter was stuck on. Ian Malcolm was next to him with a dozen trained men behind them who were rechecking their equipment, Ian was constantly shifting in his seat and for the first time he couldn't bring himself to tell the other man to quit fidgeting. Alan shifted his hat on his head and settled back against his seat before looking over at the dark haired man.

Ian had changed a lot to be honest, physically only. Mentally he was still the same man he had met all those years ago; full of chaos and stupidity. His hair was shorter than it had been, he had ditched the glasses but the dark clothes had stayed…along with the annoying open shirt. It was one thing to hit on his now ex-girlfriend but there was something about Ian that was itching at the back of his mind.

"How…how have you been Ian?" he turned to the other man, Ian blinked twice before shrugging.

"Good, how have you been? Angela-"

"Yes, Angela. About my daughter, what exactly is going on between you and my daughter?"

"Now Alan-"

"Dr. Grant, Dr. Malcolm we're landing." The pilot turned back to them and Ian gave a tight smile before moving to talk to the pilot. Alan rolled his eyes and got up as well…then stopped as he caught a glimpse of movement out of the window. He collapsed into a seat and breathed out a sigh of amazement.

"Ian…Ian look at this."

Down below them, herds of brachiosaurs and triceratops were moving towards a shimmering lake, a group of stegosauri were breaking from the forest behind them slowly. Alan pressed closer to the glass, his breath fogging up the pane. Ian squeezed closer to him as the plane dipped lower, Alan felt a mesmerized smile spread across his face.

"I've forgotten how wonderful it all was." Alan watched as a large brachiosaur, with its tough grey skin, move and tumble into the lake. Its skin shone like glass like the water when it stood up on its powerful legs and crashed back down, sending a wave over the smaller brachiosaurs, "Look, do you see that-"

"We're picking up a signal." The pilot interrupted again and Alan moved from the window along with Ian, they crowded into the cockpit as he pointed out the beeping that was flashing across the radar. It was getting closer and closer.

"Can you tell what it is?" Alan watched as the plane soared over a mountain top and dipped back down where there was a dirt road, "Look for a radio signal-something."

"We're going over the paddocks." Ian voiced, his gaze locked back to the windows, Alan moved next to him again. The plane slowed down as they soared over the gates that had once held the dinosaurs but were now strewn across the ground where vegetation now grew. Alan looked out the other window as they flew over the paddock where the tyrannosaur had escaped six years ago when he first arrived, "Could you uh-drop us down here?"

"No, open spaces are-"

"The visitor's center then." Alan interrupted this time, voice hard as he tried in vain to see any vehicles on the road as they continued. Something in him clenched and twisted as he turned back around, "If they started with the equipment then they'd…they'd go there."

The pilot nodded before making adjustments to turn his course, a voice broke over the radar like it had been for the past hour telling them to turn back. Alan sat back down, his heart thumping in nervous anticipation as he took his hat off and scratched his head. His hands were shaking. He doubted Angie would be there by now; they'd probably be on the other end of the island. Ian crossed his legs next to him and took in a deep breath; Alan unclenched and clenched his hands as the plane began to make a wide arc.

"How can you be so calm?"

"Trust your daughter Alan."

"I trust that she won't date older men but you're living proof that I can't trust her that way."

Ian shot him a look and Alan felt a small tinge of regret but then remembered that the man might have touched Angela in a way that no man should ever touch his daughter. Ian rolled his eyes and rubbed his jaw before running his hand through his short hair, Alan frowned at Ian before heaving a sigh.

"I'm sorry Alan, it was never really uh…meant to happen."

"She's your student and my daughter."

"Being your daughter has nothing to do with this. Besides, she's old enough to make her own decisions without you. She's not a teenager anymore Alan, she's growing up."

"So you wouldn't do what I'm doing if the roles were reversed and I was dating your daughter?" Alan growled, facing the dark haired man, watching as Ian opened his mouth to reply then shut it again, "That's what I thought…she ever tell you about Billy?"

"That…the kid she's with over here?" Ian felt himself grow hot in the face and a green demon started to appear on his shoulder with a jealous grimace, "So what about him?"

The plane touched down and everyone inside jostled into the person next to them, Alan's elbow smacked against Ian's and they grimaced as they rearranged their selves. Alan replaced his hat back on his head as the plane slowed to a halt.

"I prefer him."

Ian rolled his eyes again, feeling the slight sting of the other man's words but he ignored it for the moment. He looked through the window to the Visitor's center that was stolen by the jungle. Alan peered over his shoulder.

"Well, you're stuck with me for now Dr. Grant." He muttered, following the other man out into the burning sun of Nublar, the one place that haunted his subconscious for two years.

Alan wiped his hands on his old jeans as sweat slid down the back of his neck; he peered down at the marks on the muddy ground. He followed the marks with his eyes in the direction of the tour path he had gone on towards the paddocks, the only thing missing were the Jurassic vehicles and the trail they were powered on.

"They left mid-morning. Went on the tour." Alan voiced as he stood up, the muscles in his legs straining as Ian walked back over to him, stuffing his black jacket in his bag, "There's several compounds on this island that house expensive technology. Only about four would be valuable."

"Raptor pen, triceratops, brachiosaur and-"

"Tyrannosaur." Alan nodded and coughed into his hand as Ian dusted a leaf off his shoulder, "If they do have Muldoon with them, if it even is Muldoon at all, then they would hit the Tyrannosaur last."

"They're going in a line then." Ian shielded his eyes from the sun and looked in the direction of the tour path where the tracks disappeared into, "If we move now we could catch up."

Alan looked at the afternoon sky; they had no protection other than rifles filled with tranqs and bullets that would be completely useless against dinosaur skin…but then again Ian had survived with a dozen men and guns just like this. He looked to the darker man as their own men broke from the trees where they had been scouting.

"How long did it take you when you came? To reach safety through the jungle."

"Ingens' men had scouted the areas of the uh-the carnivores and we went on the outskirt of-of that…no fire, no food. A night as least. We were uh-ambushed by a rex and raptors in the fields."

"We know where everything's at." Alan muttered to himself and spun in a slow circle, his boots making impressions in the drying mud so he stepped onto the grass, "And they left tracks to follow."

"Nothing's easy here Alan. Something's…something's always watching us," Ian stepped closer and let his voice dip to a whisper and for a minute Alan felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up on end. Suddenly there was a shout and they both turned around to the men that were running with a blanket of something heavy held between them all. They met the men halfway and watched as they set the blanket down carefully, "What…what is it?"

Alan crouched down next to the lump and felt that fear that something had happened. He reached over to pull the blanket back when his boot nudged something, he looked down…

To see a fragile, torn up hand.

He stood up in surprise and backed away along with the other men who looked ready to be sick. The world seemed to crash around him as the hand flopped on the ground. No…no it couldn't…

Ian stepped around Alan as he rubbed a hand over his face. No, not his Angela. Not his Angela. She was the youngest person on this damned trip, and that…Alan's heart thumped in his chest and rose to his throat as Ian grabbed the blanket and tugged softly until the body was shown. Alan squeezed his eyes shut as he saw a mop of black hair.

"Alan…"

Alan opened his eyes; he could feel that thump in his heart in his neck stop then drop to the bottom of his chest and turn everything in his body cold. The men around them suddenly turned away in disgust and emptied their own stomachs in the grass. Ice swept through Alan's body as he stepped closer to the body wrapped in the blanket.

It had been attacked and the wave of decomposition told him it happened recently but with the blanket and the heat it smelt far worse. He let out a sigh of relief as his eyes fell over the male features on the face but then that wave of fear and guilt rose in him like bile. He kneeled next to Ian and let his eyes roam over everything. Ian had his head turned away and eyes closed, hand over his mouth from the stench. Alan used his shirt to cover his nose as he categorized the deep cuts and claw marks that ravaged the boy's body. They had dug in and ripped up; the blanket was a bloody mess so the boy had bled out when he was still breathing. Ian hacked up a cough before turning back, eyes falling to the dark red on the kid's skin.

He had been shaking, pulling back that blanket while Alan squeezed his eyes shut in case it was Angela. A dozen images had flown through his mind when he saw the black hair and relief and terror had seized his entire body when he pulled the cloth back to reveal who it was. It was like dry ice had been poured over his veins.

"Raptor." Alan softly confirmed, eyes scouring the marks that ran along the boy's torso, "He was hunted then killed."

"They didn't finish him, just wanted to-to kill him." Ian shook his head then reached over to pull the blanket back over the boy along with Alan. They grimaced as the bloody blanket brushed against their shirts, transferring the blood to them. They stood up, eyes sweeping around as Alan took out his radio cell and dialed. The other end went dead, "If there's one thing I know, it's that that boy was scared for his life."

"Well I know Angela wouldn't leave anyone behind, they must have known themselves-damn phone." Alan thwacked it before trying again.

"No signal?" Ian looked back at him as the men carefully lifted the boy up and took him away to bury under the earth so hunters wouldn't scavenge the body.

"I don't have much luck with technology." He stuffed the phone in his pack and the two men's eyes were drawn back to the track marks, "They're our only bet to get to her."

Ian stuffed his hands in his pockets as Alan let out a sigh. Something was going to happen, and he didn't want to be a part of it but chaos…

Chaos never cared who it picked.

Hey! thanks so much for reading, sorry for the delay in chapters but school and yadda-yadda-yadda is taking over my life. i'll try to upload at least a chapter per week or something but for now, enjoy the small chapters because we're not even halfway through :) Thanks again!

Also, this story is unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.