A/N: So I've had a time with this chapter. I've written three different versions that have all for some reason decided to disappear or for some reason decide they could not be open, and since I am not Riley Poole or posses any skills close to his, I have to give up and write again, although this version I think is my favorite. Also this update was kind of delayed, partly because of the reasons I just mentioned AND my baby had puppies and I can't keep them so that's been hard ): and I'm a terrible person and sort of forgot until my cousin mentioned something she was writing and I had an 'Oh crap!' moment, but anyways I love you guys and hope you can forgive me. I just want to give a big thanks to all of the amazing people who read and favorited either this story or me or both I love seeing that it makes me super happy (: Also I want to give an uber big thanks to the people who were so awesome and reviewed : CelticDireWolf (I'm very glad to hear that ^-^), Chaospossum(I'm sorry it took so long and I tried to meet in the middle so we'll see how that goes over :P), The Ginger Midget (Ian sort of kind of gets his way, so we'll see hopefully it will be decent), Crystal-Wolf-Guardain-967, sarahmichellegellarfan1 (Haha I read that as an evil laugh, and if I caught the tone correctly I like the way you think lol), PhanPhicAddict ( I just want to say that I find your username very amusing lol also I didn't really do that very well, but I want to have a different plan for that, I'm not so sure how well it will work out, we'll see), snm1, Elvenrose22 ( I have to admit that I totally took your idea and ran with it hope it came out sort of the way you were hoping)! Again thanks so much for all of the support I'm not really sure how many read the author's note, but I love communicating with you guys and love hearing from you. Hope you guys enjoy!

Ian was sick to his stomach. He did not very often feel this way... He actually rarely got sick, never had a case of food poisoning, and did not even get motion sickness. The illness that was plaguing him now was nothing to do with an actual illness. He hadn't eaten anything that would make him queasy, and he had not been exhibiting any signs of a virus or cold (nor had he been around anyone who had been either). His leg had been bothering him, but he was doped up on some morphine, so that was not the problem either.

He knew what was making him nauseous and the only thing that would cure it would be to see Alyssa walk back through that bunker door. He was coming down with a serious case of worry and dread.

Dr. Malcolm knew that Alyssa was a very capable young woman. He worked with her, so he had first hand knowledge of that. Call him old school, but he did not want her out there fighting dinosaurs and saving the day. That was not her place. Not because she was a woman (he was not a sexist at all, he found independent women very attractive). It was not her place, because he wanted to be out there protecting her, not the other way around.

They both knew good and well that if Ian was not incapacitated that she would never volunteer to go, if only for the fact that she would not want Ian going with her. She would not have minded helping, but she would have minded Dr. Malcolm running around with man eating monsters.

Ian had screwed up. Perhaps if he had just asked her to stay, she would have done it. She was a push-over when it came to him. One time they had gone to see a movie (not a date) and all he had to do was pretty please twice to get her to go watch 'Alien 3' instead of whatever chick flick she had voted for. But instead of reasoning with her, he had told her no, like she was his child. Not someone he respected and cared for. Although it did hurt, that his opinion seemed to mean nothing to him. She didn't even consider where he was coming from. She kissed him, told him she was an adult and didn't need his permission and then left with Ellie and Robert. He hoped she stuck around with Robert (at least he had a gun, and did not seem to have a soft spot when it came to Hammond's prehistoric pets).

Ian Malcolm sighed as he listened to him give instructions to Ellie over the radio. He waited to hear Alyssa's voice, but it never came. Maybe he was wrong (that did not happen often, but he supposed it could be a possibility). He still did not think she should have gone, but he could see that he shouldn't have told her she couldn't go. It wasn't like he didn't know why she was going. He would have done the exact same thing if he was able to walk.

God, he hoped she would come back without even a scratch. He would kill himself if she actually got hurt, or worse. Scratch that he wouldn't have to kill himself... her dad would do it for him. He'd probably tie him up in the family basement. Maybe Alyssa's room (it was exactly the way she left it when she went off to college) that way he would be able to remind himself that he was doing this for her. He'd probably beat Ian to death with one of her mother's golf clubs

Alyssa felt disgusted with herself. That whole big show she put on and she couldn't even do it. She started to tear up as soon as the door was closed. Here she was sitting outside the bunker with her back against the cool steel door.

She didn't want to go back in. She was ashamed and embarrassed. She made a big spill about going and even upset Ian and she couldn't make herself go out the door. Stupid Robert for understanding and thinking she needed to be there to hold down the fort. In all her years she didn't imagine that Robert Muldoon would be the one who would seem to care about her feelings (maybe her safety, but definitely not her feelings). She felt ashamed that she couldn't take charge in this situation like Ellie could. She always thought that she could be good under pressure. One time as a teenager she saved two little boys from drowning in a river. Maybe that was all she would be able to do. Maybe she was a one hit wonder and a disgrace to females everywhere. Maybe her grandma had been right 'there's no shame in being a housewife and mother'. There were so many great people everywhere (including women) who were making such great strides in all sorts of areas of expertise, and all she wanted to do was sit in front of this door.

She was scared that Ian wouldn't forgive her, for being such a... well you know. And she was scared that he would find her inability to be useful extremely unattractive, perhaps even repulsive (she did). But she couldn't sit here until everyone returned. It would only make her look worse if she couldn't even pull herself together long enough to come back. Worse case scenario: Ian hated her. At least there was an eighty-five percent chance she could die a horrific death this weekend.

Alyssa lazily pulled herself up and slowly opened the door. Ian looked relieved and not in the slightest disappointed or repulsed. Alyssa shrugged and smiled sheepishly, "I'm not back here because you said no... it's because Mr. Muldoon told me to come back."

Ian chuckled and smiled at her, "Uh.. well I guess... uh I'm glad you chose to listen to another man besides me. Wow, uuh never thought I'd say that."

Alyssa smiled at him, genuinely this time. She really did love this man, and as crappy as this weekend had been, she did enjoy parts of it. Like the part where Dr. Ian Malcolm had confessed to her that he shared her feelings. Gosh, her dad was going to love to here that when they got back, that would just be the icing on the cake for him.

"Uh... come here so I can, so I can kiss you please." Alyssa complied willingly. Ian made it easy for her to forget how completely useless she felt (at least for a few moments).

Okay, so I hope this is fixed now. :/ I'm not sure why it was all jumbled up thanks for those of you who brought it to my attention.