Disclaimer: This movie and the characters of Charlie Boyle, Dr. Krickstein,
Claire Addison, etc. were created by Disney channel. The characters of
Delia and Clarissa Collins were created by us. (Actually, just as Dana and
Cordelia in our JP4, they *are* us.) Trevor Morgan isn't ours either….yet.
Mwahahaaha. Lol
A/N: Well, we told you we'd be back and here we are again. Dani and Courtney, the Trevor Morgan obsessers and co- authors of Jurassic Park 4: The Return. This story is the latest addition to our Trevor Morgan collection, and we hope you enjoy it. If you read JP4, you remember the characters of Dana Carter and Cordelia Kingsworth who were based on us. This time, we are Delia and Clarissa. For future reference, no we are not really twins. Well, enjoy!
Summary: One year after famed 13 year old genius Charlie Boyle helps to unlock the secret of the Graviton, trouble is stirring up at Northern.
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Chapter One- By Courtney
Running down the main hall of Northern University of Wisconsin, I skidded to a stop and turned sharply and hurried down the next corridor. I was beginning to get the hang of this. Careful not to let anyone see, I raced down the steps behind the door at the end of the hall. The steps led down to the basement/lab.
Dr. Krickstein was waiting for me expectantly.
"They can't get in here, right?" I asked, bent over and breathing hard. I was out of breath.
Dr, Krickstein looked confused. "Who?"
I pointed out at the small glass window on the door. Outside was a crowd of people. They were very hard to see through all of the bright camera bulbs going off. It was as if a lighting storm was going on outside the lab. This would've been a much cooler explanation as to the flashes. "Them."
Dr. Krickstein took one look to the spot I had pointed out and knew instantly who was following me. "They followed you all the way here?"
"Doesn't it look like that, Doc?" I exclaimed sarcastically.
Doc grabbed me by the sleeve of my oversized lab coat and we burst out through the door, pushing past the crowd of reporters waiting for me. I couldn't see. Everything was blurry and camera flashes gleamed in my eyes. I could barely hear Doc yelling, excusing ourselves.
The closest door we could find was to the ice skating rink. We snuck in and locked the door behind us, ducking past the window. I leaned my back against the wall and sighed. We could hear some of the photographers and reporters and journalists moaning, then chattering to their partners and leaving. "Come on, we can't get a story here today."
I felt bad, but not bad enough to go out there and get mobbed. I turned away and faced the rink. There was a girl on the ice, skating all alone. She was tall, and her dark, curly brown hair was flowing out behind her as she jumped and twirled, glided and turned. She slowed saw me. A single tear ran down her cheek, but she kept on skating.
"Claire!" I shouted down to her and ran to the sideline to watch her skate.
Memories of the day I first met her here a year ago came flowing back. She'd been skating out here alone, like this. But she'd been happy. Her face was bright and her voice was clear as she cheered herself on. Now she was angry, skating in a way I had never seen her perform. Not as though she was floating carelessly, but as though she were mad at the ice.
Skating over to the sideline with me, she snapped, "What do you want…star?"
She was also polite. I reached for her hand. She pulled back.
I was taken aback. "What?" my voice was fading.
"Why don't you go out there? Give those people your story? I'd love to hear more about it in New York…" she skated away.
"Wait…what?" I was confused.
"You heard me! New York!" She jumped. Did an axel.
"New York?" I repeated.
She skated back to me again.
"Mm-hmm," she nodded.
"Why?"
Another tear fell, splashing on her hand. She wiped it off. "…My father. He got a coaching assignment…in New York…"
"Claire…" I reached out again. She let me take her hand this time, but if only to comfort me and not her.
Her voice grew a little softer. "Charlie, don't you get it? New York…Wisconsin…?"
"Claire…we can do this…"
She shook her head, her curls bouncing angrily in front of her eyes. She slid her hand away and glided off again, with no faith in *us*.
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A/N: Good for the first chap? Bad? I know, I know. We're terrible. Breaking them up like that. But what kind of 14 year olds really stay together for a year anyway? Besides Cory and Topanga. Lol. Review!!
A/N: Well, we told you we'd be back and here we are again. Dani and Courtney, the Trevor Morgan obsessers and co- authors of Jurassic Park 4: The Return. This story is the latest addition to our Trevor Morgan collection, and we hope you enjoy it. If you read JP4, you remember the characters of Dana Carter and Cordelia Kingsworth who were based on us. This time, we are Delia and Clarissa. For future reference, no we are not really twins. Well, enjoy!
Summary: One year after famed 13 year old genius Charlie Boyle helps to unlock the secret of the Graviton, trouble is stirring up at Northern.
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Chapter One- By Courtney
Running down the main hall of Northern University of Wisconsin, I skidded to a stop and turned sharply and hurried down the next corridor. I was beginning to get the hang of this. Careful not to let anyone see, I raced down the steps behind the door at the end of the hall. The steps led down to the basement/lab.
Dr. Krickstein was waiting for me expectantly.
"They can't get in here, right?" I asked, bent over and breathing hard. I was out of breath.
Dr, Krickstein looked confused. "Who?"
I pointed out at the small glass window on the door. Outside was a crowd of people. They were very hard to see through all of the bright camera bulbs going off. It was as if a lighting storm was going on outside the lab. This would've been a much cooler explanation as to the flashes. "Them."
Dr. Krickstein took one look to the spot I had pointed out and knew instantly who was following me. "They followed you all the way here?"
"Doesn't it look like that, Doc?" I exclaimed sarcastically.
Doc grabbed me by the sleeve of my oversized lab coat and we burst out through the door, pushing past the crowd of reporters waiting for me. I couldn't see. Everything was blurry and camera flashes gleamed in my eyes. I could barely hear Doc yelling, excusing ourselves.
The closest door we could find was to the ice skating rink. We snuck in and locked the door behind us, ducking past the window. I leaned my back against the wall and sighed. We could hear some of the photographers and reporters and journalists moaning, then chattering to their partners and leaving. "Come on, we can't get a story here today."
I felt bad, but not bad enough to go out there and get mobbed. I turned away and faced the rink. There was a girl on the ice, skating all alone. She was tall, and her dark, curly brown hair was flowing out behind her as she jumped and twirled, glided and turned. She slowed saw me. A single tear ran down her cheek, but she kept on skating.
"Claire!" I shouted down to her and ran to the sideline to watch her skate.
Memories of the day I first met her here a year ago came flowing back. She'd been skating out here alone, like this. But she'd been happy. Her face was bright and her voice was clear as she cheered herself on. Now she was angry, skating in a way I had never seen her perform. Not as though she was floating carelessly, but as though she were mad at the ice.
Skating over to the sideline with me, she snapped, "What do you want…star?"
She was also polite. I reached for her hand. She pulled back.
I was taken aback. "What?" my voice was fading.
"Why don't you go out there? Give those people your story? I'd love to hear more about it in New York…" she skated away.
"Wait…what?" I was confused.
"You heard me! New York!" She jumped. Did an axel.
"New York?" I repeated.
She skated back to me again.
"Mm-hmm," she nodded.
"Why?"
Another tear fell, splashing on her hand. She wiped it off. "…My father. He got a coaching assignment…in New York…"
"Claire…" I reached out again. She let me take her hand this time, but if only to comfort me and not her.
Her voice grew a little softer. "Charlie, don't you get it? New York…Wisconsin…?"
"Claire…we can do this…"
She shook her head, her curls bouncing angrily in front of her eyes. She slid her hand away and glided off again, with no faith in *us*.
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A/N: Good for the first chap? Bad? I know, I know. We're terrible. Breaking them up like that. But what kind of 14 year olds really stay together for a year anyway? Besides Cory and Topanga. Lol. Review!!