"Amethyst!" Alan dropped to her side. Amy tried responding, though her words came out as inconceivable mumblings as she shook her head slowly and tried pushing Alan away. Amy went to stand, though the second she put any weight on her feet she crumbled back to the ground. Instinctively, her hands shot out to steady herself against Alan's broad chest. Alan grabbed her by her arms and steadied her, then his fingers tightened. "You're bleeding..?" Amy's body felt cold and she shivered terribly. Her eyes hazily gazed upon Alan's horrified face, though she could only see red. The right side of Alan's pale cheek was smeared with her blood, along with a trail across his chest that came to an end beneath her left palm. Alan's eyes quivered back and forth between her face and the blood on his shirt, his confused, lovely sky blue irises striking against the angry red. "Amy, where are you bleeding from?"

Amy tried pushing him away for a second time, though her vision blinked black and she went limp for a moment. Alan scooped his arm around her shoulders, supporting her weight as he began to search her body for the injury. "Alan, don't," Amy pleaded, though her words went ignored and she no longer had the energy to refuse. Alan lifted her jacket and froze, his startled eyes going round and his face went white at the sight of her blood soaked undershirt.

"My God," the man mumbled, his voice trembling. Slowly, his fingers hooked around the edge of her shirt and he pulled it up as well, revealing the large gash. "Jesus Christ… How long have you been hurt?" Amy said nothing. Her own eyes began to grow heavy and her lashes fluttered with her fight to stay awake. Her lips parted ever so slightly and her throat hummed, though she couldn't be sure she was saying anything at all. In the distance, they could hear the Kirbys shouting along with the unfamiliar voice. Alan's head snapped in the direction of the sound, catching sight of the suited man now calling through a megaphone at the edge of the ocean. Despite the Kirbys' cries for the man to stop, he stood proud and confident, completely ignorant of any possible danger. With a new look of determination, Alan scooped Amy into his arms and he lifted her. Amy groaned in protest, though the fight had left her limp and unmoving. "I'm getting you out of here," Alan told her and he held her tightly. Then, he began to run. "Help me!" he yelled out, just as a mass of military sea tanks crawled onto the beach from the depths of the water and helicopters flew overhead, searching for a place to land. Ellie had sent both the Navy and the Marines…

From the tanks, soldiers filed out with their weapons pointed at the treeline, waiting for any danger to arise. Alan raced towards them, though his foot caught on a stray branch and he fell hard to his knees into the sand. He clutched Amy's body closer to his own, trying to shield her from the fall. From the corner of his eye, he could see two soldiers running down the beach towards him, so he did not try to stand again. Instead, he laid Amy gently to the ground and he inspected her wound again. The bleeding was heavier now. With one hand cradling her shoulders and the other on top of her stomach, Alan began to press the heel of his palm into the wound, trying to stop the blood flow. "Help!" he hollered again, watching as his hand only grew slick with red. Amy's lips parted and her chest hummed. Only then did Alan realize she was speaking. He lowered his ear to her lips, trying to listen over the sound of his own raging heart.

"The baby," the woman whispered just as the soldiers surrounded them. Without a word, they took Amethyst from Alan's arms, Alan having not resisted as his mind had gone blank.

"Baby?" he repeated, the word lingering on the tip of his tongue. He blinked hard and shook his head, then went to question the word again, though the soldiers had already begun to carry Amy away. "Amethyst," he called and stood to his feet, though his voice went unanswered. Alan marched after the soldiers, who carried Amy into one of the helicopters and laid her upon a stretcher. Alan went to follow, but one of the soldiers turned and raised a hand, stopping Alan in his tracks.

"Step back, sir. You're going to have to find another ride."

"What? Amethyst is in there-"

"We don't have room for another passenger. You can get on the other helicopter."

"This is ridiculous, I'm staying with her." Alan went to push the soldier aside, though the moment his hand touched the man's shoulder, he swatted Alan away and shoved him hard against his chest. Alan stumbled back a few steps, his eyes wide with shock. Then, he was standing face to face with the soldier, his nose inches away from the taller man's. "I'm not leaving Amethyst," he said, his voice loud and commanding. The soldier did not back down.

"Stand down! You are not authorized to be on this helicopter."

"The Hell I'm not! I need to be in with her-" the soldier shoved Alan again.

"I said stand down!"

"You can't keep me from her!" Alan made a move towards the soldier, though the man suddenly aimed his weapon directly at Alan's chest, his dark gaze narrowing, challenging Alan to continue. Alan only glared, his hands forming shaky fists as heat flushed his cheeks. His nose scrunched and the corners of his eyes wrinkled as his body was overflowed with a surge of ary emotions along with what could have been panic beginning to take flame. Alan took another step forward, ready to fight his way through the barricading man. The soldier shoved Alan back with the tip of his rifle and Alan raised his fist, though a new voice stopped them both.

"Disengage, Sergeant Ski." The two men turned towards the new voice. It was the man with the megaphone. This man stood straight and confident in his black suit and tinted sunglasses, his sandy hair slicked over a balding spot. Smoothing his suit, the man strolled towards Alan and the soldier, where he placed the tips of his fingers on the end of the rifle and lowered it. The soldier said nothing. Instead, he bowed his head ever so slightly and took a step back. From this alone, Alan concluded that this finely dressed man must have been a representative of InGen. The man turned, the corner of his lips curled into a small, cocky smirk that Alan wanted to smash his fist into. However, Alan restrained himself as his mind drifted back to Amy. "Dr. Alan Grant, I presume?"

"Yes, that's me," Alan huffed.

"So I would be correct in assuming that the woman is Dr. Amethyst Young?"

"Yes, and-"

"Unfortunately, Dr. Grant, there isn't room for two civilian passengers on this helicopter. You will have to fly in another one."

Alan shook his head. "No, I can't do that-"

"Dr. Young is in need of immediate care and my flight medics can only do so much, Dr. Grant. I can assure you that this helicopter will be heading for the nearest hospital. The other helicopters are heading to the same place, and they're just as fast. So, unless you would like to prolong Dr. Young receiving proper medical attention, I'd suggest you follow me. Besides, I have something you'd like to see." This last part was said with a small, knowing look; a look that trapped Alan with only one option. He couldn't fly with Amy. With one last hateful glare at the soldier, who only sneered pridefully back, Alan snarled and stomped in the direction of the second helicopter as his head swam in a downward spiral. He had no other choice but to leave Amy in the hands of the soldiers. Alan followed the InGen representative along with the Kirbys, and once they arrived at the second helicopter, the man stepped inside and ushered Alan in quickly. "Dr. Grant, is this man with you?" he asked over the sound of the propellers overhead. Alan stepped into the copter, his head ducked and eyes squinted at the constant gush of wind.

"What?" he asked as his eyes adjusted to the change in lighting, though once he could finally see, he caught sight of another stretcher against the left side of the helicopter. There was someone laid upon it, though he couldn't see their face due to the medics that swarmed around him. With the Kirbys filing in behind him, Alan was pushed forward, closer and closer to the stretcher. Then, he saw an all too familiar face. Alan was quick to his side and he kneeled down besides the stretcher, his blue eyes wide in a dull awe as he took in the features of Billy. The kid was wrapped nearly head to toe in bandages and a medic dabbed a cloth on a cut upon his brow, but when Alan placed his hand against the kid's shoulder, he looked at him. Billy was alive.

When Billy realized just who was at his side, his tired face broke out into a lazy smile. "You made it," he said, his voice hoarse and scratchy.

Alan nodded and mumbled a small, "yeah," though nothing of the situation, even his own voice, seemed real to him. Alan felt like he was looking at a ghost and he wasn't sure how to react at all. It was as though everything around him had come to a slow halt and he was left struggling to catch up.

Billy's smile widened and he moved his arm, trying to lift Alan's hat which he clutched to his chest, though the movement sent a sharp grimace across his bloodied face. Still, the kid spoke with a groaning, gleeful voice, "I rescued your hat."

"Dr. Grant, we have to go," the InGen worker interrupted, but Alan couldn't hear him.

"Oh yeah," Alan mumbled and he took his hat from Billy numbly. "Well, that's the important thing."

"Dr. Grant," the worker said again, finally capturing Alan's attention. "Can I get you to sit here and buckle up, sir?" Alan followed the man's instructions. He took the seat at Billy's head while the Kirbys sat on the opposite side with Eric to his right. Once they were seated and buckled, the InGen representative left the helicopter and the doors were closed. The helicopter shuttered and shook, then they were in the air. The copter soared through the sky, cutting through the clouds like lightning. Even so, Alan couldn't help but to think they weren't nearly going fast enough. His hands fumbled with his hat and his foot tapped, his mind jumping back and forth between Amy and what would happen once they reached the hospital, and of Billy actually being alive.

"Where's Amy?" Eric suddenly spoke and it slightly startled Alan, though he played this off easily, trying to make his voice low and steady; like he wasn't panicking.

"She's on the other copter. She's hurt real bad."

"Oh."

The group was silent for a while after that. No one knew what to say or what to ask. Even if they had, it wouldn't have made any difference. After what must have been many minutes, Billy moved his head so that he was looking at Alan. Alan peered down at the kid, though his foot instantly began to tap faster and his hands fidgeted with his hat at the guilty look upon Billy's face.

"Alan, I'm sorry."

"I know you are, Billy."

"No, I mean I'm really sorry. Sorry for everything."

"I know…" Alan sighed deeply. His eyes stared unseeing at his hat as he slowly twirled the flimsy object. He thought over his next words and he thought over them again, readying himself for a conversation he unconsciously knew he would have eventually, though he wished it would have been under different circumstances. His mouth suddenly dry, Alan swallowed thickly then cleared his throat. "Amy told me what happened. That you kissed her."

"Alan-"

"At first, I wanted to throttle you. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted you there, and then I realized I was actually starting to miss you."

"I… I don't know why I did that… Any of it. I just wanted to do something right."

"You're a kid, Billy, and I understand why you did everything you did. I'm not mad at you anymore. I will say, though, that I will get back at you. I'll wait until you aren't near death, but I will get you."

"Fair enough. I can live with that," the kid smirked softly. Alan smiled, too, though it was gone the next second.

"Amy mentioned something to me. She said there were things she couldn't tell me yet, but you know what it is. Is there a reason she never told me?"

"Yes. She wants to tell you, Alan, she's just scared. I think that if you actually talked to her, she'd tell you."

Alan sniffed and straightened his back, his eyes going cold. "I just hope there's still something to tell."

"Dr. Grant, look!" Eric suddenly exclaimed and pointed out the window. Everyone followed the boy's gesture, only to see a small flock of Pteranodons soaring over the open ocean. Somehow, they had escaped their enclosure. Alan watched as their powerful wings flew them forward into the setting sun and out into the new world, free at last. Despite the problems this would surely cause, Alan found the sight rather beautiful. "Where do you think they're going?" Eric asked over the loud propellers of the copter.

"I don't know," Alan shrugged. "Maybe just looking for new nesting grounds. It's a whole new world for them."

Amanda gritted her teeth and snarled, "I dare them to nest in Enid, Oklahoma."

Paul turned to Amanda, a small chortle escaping him at the look of pure defiance in the beautiful blonde. Then, he sighed with a gentle smile. "Let's go home." Amanda looked at Paul, her bruised cheeks turning a tinge of red and she nodded her agreement. From across the aisle, Eric began to laugh happily. Alan raised a brow at the kid, though he chuckled lowly, too, and he placed his hat back upon his head.

"God, I'm ready for my bed. And a home-cooked meal," Billy sighed a bit dramatically, causing Alan to snort out a laugh. Then, Alan thought of something.

"Are you still sleeping in that tent?"

"Yeah, I spent all my money on that 3D printer. I thought the group deserved something better than a new RV."

"Well, don't start saving now, kid," Alan placed his hand on Billy's uninjured shoulder and gave him a small squeeze. "You can have Amy's old RV."

Billy's brow furrowed curiously. "What do you mean? Why?"

Alan smiled, his eyes brightening as he fell deep in thought. "When we get home, I'm going to marry that crazy, wonderful woman. Even if I have to drag her down the isle myself."

Billy burst into laughter at the thought of Alan dragging around a white-dressed, make-up slathered Amy, his arms stiff and proper and dressed in a black suit. "I think you'll have more of a problem getting her dressed up for the occasion rather than actually marrying you. Besides, suits don't really suite you."

Alan glared at the kid, though he rolled his eyes with a small nod. "Yeah, well, maybe we won't go as far as that. But I am going to marry her. Whatever it takes, I'm going to spend the rest of my life with that woman."

Billy's laughter subsided to that of a serene, happy smile. Slowly as not to hurt his arm any further, Billy reached up and placed his hand on top of Alan's, giving his friend a small squeeze. "I always knew you'd spend your life with her. I mean, you do already act like an old married couple."

"Shut up, Billy," Alan chuckled and ruffled the kid's hair, to which Billy groaned and complained through his own laughter. Alan ignored the boy's complaints, instead turning his attention back out to the window. Many yards away, he could see another helicopter. He wondered if that was where Amy was. He wondered how she was doing, and if she was still in immediate danger. Part of him, a very small, tiny part of him, wondered if she would make it to the hospital in time. He shook that thought away as soon as it had entered his mind.

Amy was a fighter and she had always been a fighter. She wouldn't be taken out by two dinosaur islands and she wouldn't be taken out by a cut. Amy would fight until the doctors fought for her and fixed her. Amy would fight until Alan was at her side again, for that was what he would do for her. Amy would fight because she loved Alan, who gave her strength and uplifted her and encouraged her no matter what. Amy would survive for the man she loved, and would live for the child they had together. All she had to do was reach the hospital...