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Jurassic Park: Rewritten, Ch 12

Ian:

It was getting dark, and Alice and I hadn't caught sight of the Visitor's Center yet. The air grew cool as the sun crept behind the trees and the jungle became alive with the sound of cicadas and the whining of mayflies. Every once in a while Alice would ask me how I was holding up and I would answer her with a smile. It was annoying, sure, but kind. Eventually she had to put me down so we could rest; I imagine her shoulders were quite sore by then and I had been leaning on her all day. Alice leaned back against the base of a tree and I splayed out on the ground in the sexiest pose possible and closed my eyes. I had to lift my head up for a moment, though to move a stone about the size of my fist from putting a crick in my neck while we rested. I tossed it a few feet away absently.

"Dr. Malc- Ian," Alice said suddenly, I tilted my head to acknowledge her.

"Hm?"

"How did you predict that this was going to happen? I mean, John's park going under and all." I smiled a little.

"You mean my chaos theory, Miss Dawson?" I asked her. I heard her fidget beside me and kept my eyes tightly shut.

"That's it." I had to crack a smile at her answer. She was ready for the chaos theory.

Chicks love the chaos theory.

"Life is a process, and it can't be fabricated or ah, created like Hammond oh so boldly suggests. It made itself, and it can take care of itself. You know all about natural selection, right?"

"Yes."

"Good, then I won't have to explain that. But long story short: you can't recreate life because life is life. Life finds a way, and there's nothing we can do to stop it or its child, evolution. The scientists here stole from previous geniuses and stood on their shoulders to race and see who could hatch a dinosaur and cash it in first. It's quite pathetic, um, actually. And think of it this way: if a butterfly in New York flaps its wings it very well could be the cause for a tsunami in the Philippines. Everything is connected and we are just a byproduct of the big circle or evolution and life." I opened my eyes and looked at Alice. She looked like she understood every word I had said, when sometimes other professors couldn't even grasp what I meant. I was very amused.

"That was a good way to explain it. I had never considered it that way." She said thoughtfully with a small smile. Then she furrowed her brows and asked another question.

"So was that why you've been so serious the entire time since the power went down?" I laughed wryly but winced when my leg twinged.

"Well I suppose that'd be the case. I ah, just had to stay serious and take control of the situation. I knew it was coming, so I was prepared for everything."

"Everything, Dr. Malcolm?" I gestured to my leg lazily,

"Well, maybe not that; but I had done a calculation of how many inputs Hammond would want to have to endorse and support the park. I knew he'd want Grant and Sattler since they're the best in their field, and I knew he'd need an analyst from somewhere easily accessible and nearby. So yes, Alice, I knew you were coming and I knew exactly what course this trip would take." Alice sat solemnly and stared at her hands.

"I'm sorry about your leg." She said quietly. I grinned at her widely.

"Don't get all mopey, Miss Alice. It'll be fine. I had the pleasure of meeting some of the medical personnel in San Francisco a while ago at a medical convention. They'll take care of me." It didn't look like she bought it, but she nodded and resumed staring at the ground.

"Well- just promise you'll be like you were in the helicopter and all until we leave the island." She said quickly. I felt a sly smile crawl onto my face as my genius self formed a brilliant plan.

"Alice," I lowered my voice to the tone I had used in the field and under the tree.

"What?" She actually sounded a bit annoyed with me. It made me smile again but I quickly hid it.

"Come on, I think I heard something." Her head snapped up and she quickly picked her way over to me to help me up. I did little to push myself up and make it easier for her, but she did manage to pull me a little bit off the ground.

We were in a close proximity due to our actions, and Alice seemed a little confused at what was going on.

"Guess what, Dr. Dawson," I said cheerfully, she eyed me dubiously.

"What, Ian?" I smirked at her.

"Kiss me." And with that I pecked her on the cheek.

"What!" Alice let go of me with a small shriek. I dropped back onto the soft ground and groaned as my leg protested but it was worth it. Alice was blushing like mad and spluttering incoherently. I laughed at her state until my sides ached. Then, I heard something behind us. I had no idea what it was but immediately knew we had caught something's attention.

"Alice, we need to move, now." I said, this time sincerely meaning my words. She glared at me.

"Why?" I sighed and rubbed my temples, realizing how petty my words were going to sound.

"I heard something, I swear I did." I protested. "We uh need to go, now, right now." Alice scoffed.

"I'm serious," I pleaded." Get. Down!" I grabbed her ankle and pulled her legs out from under her just as a snarling raptor leapt from the trees and slashed at the spot where Alice had been standing. She shrieked as she hit the ground beside me. The raptor hissed vehemently from above and brought its large talon down towards us.

I heard Alice gasp softly and felt my side become wet. I craned my neck to see that her arm had been sliced from the shoulder to her elbow. The shallow wound curled around the back of her tricep and dripped blood onto her back.

"Ian!" She gasped, I stared at her open mouthed. This wasn't part of my calculations. Not at all. This was too wrong. If possible, it was too chaotic.

The Velociraptor was hesitating above us, like it was weighing its options against two wounded items of prey. It made me wonder why the beast was so wary when it obviously had the upper hand. Maybe it thought we could do something to stop it?

I turned my head and saw the rock I had moved earlier. It was just sitting there, but maybe… I struggled to push myself up but the raptor snarled at me, then threw back its head and barked like a wild dog. I hoped it wasn't doing what I thought it was doing, but of course it was. Boy do I hate being right.

After a minute similar calls answered the raptor and it cocked its head to the side curiously like it was trying to decipher the full meaning of the barks. I took the opportunity to throw myself forward and grab the rock in my hand. The dinosaur squealed at me, daring me to move again; and my leg screamed, too. Alice was still beside me, her blood soaking the front of my shirt. I heard a crashing noise through the underbrush and braced myself, the other raptors were coming, and we were out of options. I amended the thought when Ellie Sattler burst out of the ferns brandishing a shotgun savagely. The raptor didn't have time to make a sound before its neck exploded into chunks of carrion. Sattler dropped the gun immediately and ran to us.

"Oh God, Alice, your arm!" She used the remains of Alice's jacket to bind the wound and helped her to her feet. Alice stumbled for a moment, then gained her footing. Sattler then knelt to help me up.

"We need to get back to the Visitor's Center." She said. "I'm sure there are more raptors coming." She draped my arm across her shoulder, and Alice ducked under me to take my other one. I pulled it away from her.

"Ah, don't do that, Dr. Dawson." She frowned, not because I was using her formal name in front of Ellie, but because she thought she was fine.

"It's on my other shoulder, and the bleeding will lessen soon enough." She dragged my arm to her again and we started off, weaving through the trees and constantly wary of the raptors closing in from behind.

"You sure as hell passed part three," I said quietly, but they didn't hear me.

Alice:

My arm hurt. It might have been selfish, but while we were making our way back, all I could think about was the pain. Not Ian, not Ellie, not about Grant or the kids.

When we finally reached the fence night had already fallen. We quickly slipped inside and hobbled to the doors that less than forty-eight hours ago had seemed magnificent. Now they seemed like a gilded prison. Ian sagged between the two of us, and I nudged him to keep him conscious. My arm had faded into a constant burn, but it was bearable. It seemed that the wound was shallow, but because I moved my arm it kept bleeding. Ellie left us in the lobby to look for the others in the control room. Ian and I lay on the cold marble floor side by side and waited for Ellie to return.

"Alice," Ian said,

"Yes?"

"I'm ah; really sorry about how it turned out."

"About how what turned out?"

"Well, this, I guess. And uh, kissing you. None of it was really in my calculations." I smiled a little bit.

"It's fine, Ian. You were just kidding around." Malcolm's voice dropped a little and I wondered if I had said something wrong.

"Yeah, just kidding." He said softly. I smiled and reached for him with my good hand, Malcolm's felt limp.

"Malcolm?" I pushed myself up to get a better look at him. He was breathing shallowly and his tan skin was becoming pallid. "Ian?" I asked again. His eyes scrunched together before opening blearily to look at me hovering over him.

"Yes?" I blushed,

"You didn't answer, so I was checking if you were okay." Ian gave me his trademark smile and sighed.

"I don't think I need to hold a conversation to stay alive, Miss Dawson, but if you insist-" He closed his eyes and became silent for a minute. I prodded his shoulder gently. If he fell asleep he might never wake up.

"Ian, tell me more about your chaos theory." I pleaded. He cracked his eyes open again with effort and a dull smile.

"I knew you couldn't resist the Malcolm Charm. Life is built on a series of complexities-"

"Dawson, Malcolm!" Ian was interrupted by Alan and Ellie running down the staircase connecting the lobby to the upper floors. Malcolm groaned and laid his head back on the floor with a dull thunk. The two other paleontologists slid to their knees beside us and I saw that Ellie had a first aid kit with her. I vaguely wondered what a medical kit required on an island full of deadly reptiles twenty feet tall. Grant looked us over for any other injuries besides our obvious ones, then handed Ellie a bottle of antiseptic.

"The kids?" I asked when Ellie upended half the bottle onto my arm. I hissed in pain and dug my nails into my palms.

"They're fine. Alan left them in the kitchen to eat and then they'll go to the control room with John and Arnold." She then moved to Ian and doused his leg with the antiseptic. His reaction was a little less physical and more verbal, with most of the curses aimed at Hammond or those "goddamn lizards". Alan began to stitch my arm, and was surprisingly skilled with a needle. I didn't bother to ask him when and where he acquired the skill. He tended to Malcolm's leg, and then wrapped both our injuries in sterile gauze. Alan and Ellie then helped us up the grand staircase to the control room.

Timothy:

I looked through all the different foods Grandpa had put out for us to eat. There was pie, and fruit, and some kind of weird vegetable that sounds like Oprah. Lex and I got ourselves plates and piled them high from the buffet, then we sat down to eat.

"I wonder if Dr. Grant is okay." My sister said through a mouth full of gummy bears and Oreos.

"Of course he is," I said confidently, "Dr. Grant can handle the situation; in fact he should be back for us any minute now-"I smiled at Lex and went back to eating.

"Timmy, Timmy!" She hissed. She pointed behind us to the double doors that were the entrance to the cafeteria.

"So?"

"Look!" Through the narrow panels of glass on the door I saw a reptilian head bob past, followed by a long, swaying tail. I choked on my Oprah.

"Lex, c'mon!" I grabbed my sister's hand and dragged her into the kitchen. We swung around the counters like crazy and tried to get as far away from the dinosaurs as possible. I grabbed Lex and we slid to the floor with our backs against the cold metal sides of the counters.

"Timmy, what are they?" Lex asked me. Her eyes were wide and I noticed she had Oreo crumbs in her teeth.

"I don't know, I didn't see." I said quietly. "But they walk on two legs so chances are they're carnivores."

"They're what?"

"Meat, Lex." She curled against me, so I tried to calm her down. "It's okay. They can't open doors so we're safe in h-" A scratching sound at the door made us hunker down behind the counter. Lex whimpered against me.

"It's okay," I whispered, "They can't-" A click announced the opening of the kitchen door and a soft hiss filled the room. Lex looked up at me with her Oreo stained teeth and tear-filled eyes.

"They did, Timmy. They're in."

A.N.- I hate the doors in our school cafeteria. Can't see anything… actually that's a lie. They're totally glass. Wouldn't stand a chance against raptors. Nope nope nope. Comment and review if you will, por favore! (I have random language lapses, don't question it.) Sadly, my devoted readers the story is nearing its end. TT_TT but there shall be more AliceXMalcolm to come! (She so brushed him off while they were waiting for Grant and Ellie. Ouch.)

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