Someone LIKES the story!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Turns to
a couple others.) And you said it'd be flamed to heck, or completely
ignored.
Beelzemon: Let me guess, the reviewer's Super Spy Guy or another one of those reviewers..........
Forte: Nope.
Beelzemon: (Blinks.) Damn.
Teen Vegeta: (Smirking.) I told you not to rush to conclusions. Pay up.
(Beelzemon hands the young Vegeta fifty dollars.)
Forte: (Sweatdrops.) Vegeta, I thought you were betting on how many people Frieza 'had a good time' with.
Teen Vegeta: It's only been a couple weeks since the bet started, and Frieza shot over the thirty-five mark.
Forte: (Sweatdrops.) Uh, I'll just move the story on now.........Anyway, I'm ditching the location thing because I doubt we need it after the prologue. Besides, it's too 'Johnny Quest' for me.
Beelzemon & Teen Vegeta: Too WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Chapter one - Opportunity knocking...........or is it Fate?
Sarah Harding sighed. It was only about a year or so since the T-Rex got loose in L.A. She hadn't really seen much of Ian since then, though it was enough to know that he was putting off more time to spend with his daughter. She was in a depression because she decided to settle down after that venture, had artificial insemination, and unfortunately, the baby ended up dead. When she heard the phone ring, she wasn't much in a mood to answer it, but she did.
"Hello?"
"Sarah?"
Sarah knew the voice.
"Hi Maggie."
"I'm really sorry about your son.........."
"I know."
"I know you'll probably say no, but we have a slight dilemma that you can help with."
"Well, I have to get back to work sooner or later."
"Actually, this is sort of different. You see, we ended up with a 'unique' specimen, that's unique among its kind."
"What is it?"
".......A Velociraptor."
"Good-bye!"
Sarah wasn't getting involved with those things again, and was hanging up the phone, when Maggie shouted on the phone.
"WAIT!!!!!!!"
Sarah put the phone back to here ear.
"There's nothing that'll make me change my mind on this."
"There's no one else we can call, and the animal activists are demanding that NO animal of any kind is kept in the labs for extended periods of time. Besides that, it's not a full-grown one. It hasn't even hatched yet."
Sarah sighed.
"Well, as long as it hasn't hatched yet, then I might consider it."
"I have to warn you though. The company has decided to let you off to give you more time to study it, but they'll still send you a paycheck. Though I'd recommend getting another job. I say how much it is, and it's not enough to support you AND the specimen."
"I was planning to anyway. So what am I going to do when it starts using my house as a bathroom?"
"Uh.......a pooper-scooper?"
Both Maggie and Sarah laughed a little at that.
"Seriously though, a pooper-scooper doesn't seem like it'll work later on."
"Then try potty training if you want. Mrs. Higgins cat was potty trained, and raptors are supposed to be as smart as chimpanzees."
"You're joking, right?"
"Well, it MIGHT work."
Sarah laughed a little.
"Maggie, you sure know how to cheer someone up."
"It's part of the job. Remember the pandas?"
"Yeah, I remember. No one could get them to do anything until you made funny faces. They seemed to cheer up after that. So how's the 'raptorling' unique among its own kind?"
On the other end, Maggie got nervous.
"I'm not supposed to say this, but since you're a close friend, I'll risk getting laid-off. Apparently, when the egg was first altered to have the altered Raptor DNA, there was an accident, and human DNA ended up rewriting the DNA."
"You have to be kidding. How long has it been since InGen stopped making dinosaurs?"
"This egg was in an experimental suspension fluid. We don't know the details, but it destroyed the frog DNA, and the egg is still fertile, so.........."
Sarah was starting to think this was a big joke.
"Get serious."
"I AM! Anyway, I ran an extra test the big boys don't know about yet. You won't have trouble trying to force-feed it lima beans."
"Why not?"
"The human DNA also rewrote the lysine deficiency code."
"Great. We're going to see a raptor with human I.Q., and doesn't run on lysine. What next?"
Maggie giggled a little.
"Sorry, that sounded funny the way you said it. Anyway, will you accept or not?"
"All right, though I'm going to have trouble keeping my insurance policy........."
Sarah arrived at the Animal Research Department later that day. Maggie greeted her with a basket with a few blankets in it, and a heat lamp.
"I understand what the basket is, but why the heat lamp? I thought it was for your snake Iggy."
"I got a new lamp because this one makes too much heat for him. It's perfect for a make-shift incubator though."
"Thanks."
"Hold on. What do baby raptors eat?"
".........don't you know?"
"You went to Isla Sorna, I was hoping you'd know."
"Uh-oh."
Then Maggie sighed.
"Well, this is a fine mess."
"I'll try goat's milk, I suppose, but I'm going to need luck in finding that in L.A."
Sarah came home, absolutely infuriated. Like she figured, L.A. was too big to search for one particular item. To top it off, most of the places that DID have it, it expired, and the rest were waiting to restock. She sat down and sighed. Then she noticed the egg was stirring. She had set it down with the lamp on about two hours ago, and now she was actually anxious to see the egg hatch. A long time seemed to pass as she watched the egg crack, and a bloody baby raptor slowly pushed it's way out of the egg. She carefully held it after it finished getting out. However, it's cries only reminded her of her problem.
"You're cute, but how am I going to feed you?"
Then she realized she had some regular milk in the fridge, but doubted it would due.
"Darn. The only option left is.........no........no..........I am not going to do it.........."
The infant continued to squeal it's cries, and Sarah had no choice........
The phone rang, and Sarah answered it, glad she turned down the volume of the ringer. She answered it, the raptorling still on her lap.
"Hi Sarah, it's Maggie again. Did she hatch yet?"
"Yeah, and I think it's a he."
"So how does the goat's milk seem to be going?"
"About that........"
Maggie caught on fast.
"YOU DIDN'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"I didn't have a choice. The skim milk in the fridge isn't really a good option."
"I hope you used a pump and bottle then."
"Well........I only have the bottles."
"YOU ACTUALLY DID THAT DIRECTLY!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"
"Well he didn't bite me, and he WAS hungry."
"My advice. GET A PUMP NOW!"
"Fine. Bye then."
Sarah hung up, and looked at the sleeping raptor. She wrapped it up better in the blankets, and put him in the basket..........
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I'm not making what Sarah did any more obvious. It should be obvious enough. If not, you're too young to read the story, or you're seriously behind in biology.
Beelzemon: Let me guess, the reviewer's Super Spy Guy or another one of those reviewers..........
Forte: Nope.
Beelzemon: (Blinks.) Damn.
Teen Vegeta: (Smirking.) I told you not to rush to conclusions. Pay up.
(Beelzemon hands the young Vegeta fifty dollars.)
Forte: (Sweatdrops.) Vegeta, I thought you were betting on how many people Frieza 'had a good time' with.
Teen Vegeta: It's only been a couple weeks since the bet started, and Frieza shot over the thirty-five mark.
Forte: (Sweatdrops.) Uh, I'll just move the story on now.........Anyway, I'm ditching the location thing because I doubt we need it after the prologue. Besides, it's too 'Johnny Quest' for me.
Beelzemon & Teen Vegeta: Too WHAT!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Chapter one - Opportunity knocking...........or is it Fate?
Sarah Harding sighed. It was only about a year or so since the T-Rex got loose in L.A. She hadn't really seen much of Ian since then, though it was enough to know that he was putting off more time to spend with his daughter. She was in a depression because she decided to settle down after that venture, had artificial insemination, and unfortunately, the baby ended up dead. When she heard the phone ring, she wasn't much in a mood to answer it, but she did.
"Hello?"
"Sarah?"
Sarah knew the voice.
"Hi Maggie."
"I'm really sorry about your son.........."
"I know."
"I know you'll probably say no, but we have a slight dilemma that you can help with."
"Well, I have to get back to work sooner or later."
"Actually, this is sort of different. You see, we ended up with a 'unique' specimen, that's unique among its kind."
"What is it?"
".......A Velociraptor."
"Good-bye!"
Sarah wasn't getting involved with those things again, and was hanging up the phone, when Maggie shouted on the phone.
"WAIT!!!!!!!"
Sarah put the phone back to here ear.
"There's nothing that'll make me change my mind on this."
"There's no one else we can call, and the animal activists are demanding that NO animal of any kind is kept in the labs for extended periods of time. Besides that, it's not a full-grown one. It hasn't even hatched yet."
Sarah sighed.
"Well, as long as it hasn't hatched yet, then I might consider it."
"I have to warn you though. The company has decided to let you off to give you more time to study it, but they'll still send you a paycheck. Though I'd recommend getting another job. I say how much it is, and it's not enough to support you AND the specimen."
"I was planning to anyway. So what am I going to do when it starts using my house as a bathroom?"
"Uh.......a pooper-scooper?"
Both Maggie and Sarah laughed a little at that.
"Seriously though, a pooper-scooper doesn't seem like it'll work later on."
"Then try potty training if you want. Mrs. Higgins cat was potty trained, and raptors are supposed to be as smart as chimpanzees."
"You're joking, right?"
"Well, it MIGHT work."
Sarah laughed a little.
"Maggie, you sure know how to cheer someone up."
"It's part of the job. Remember the pandas?"
"Yeah, I remember. No one could get them to do anything until you made funny faces. They seemed to cheer up after that. So how's the 'raptorling' unique among its own kind?"
On the other end, Maggie got nervous.
"I'm not supposed to say this, but since you're a close friend, I'll risk getting laid-off. Apparently, when the egg was first altered to have the altered Raptor DNA, there was an accident, and human DNA ended up rewriting the DNA."
"You have to be kidding. How long has it been since InGen stopped making dinosaurs?"
"This egg was in an experimental suspension fluid. We don't know the details, but it destroyed the frog DNA, and the egg is still fertile, so.........."
Sarah was starting to think this was a big joke.
"Get serious."
"I AM! Anyway, I ran an extra test the big boys don't know about yet. You won't have trouble trying to force-feed it lima beans."
"Why not?"
"The human DNA also rewrote the lysine deficiency code."
"Great. We're going to see a raptor with human I.Q., and doesn't run on lysine. What next?"
Maggie giggled a little.
"Sorry, that sounded funny the way you said it. Anyway, will you accept or not?"
"All right, though I'm going to have trouble keeping my insurance policy........."
Sarah arrived at the Animal Research Department later that day. Maggie greeted her with a basket with a few blankets in it, and a heat lamp.
"I understand what the basket is, but why the heat lamp? I thought it was for your snake Iggy."
"I got a new lamp because this one makes too much heat for him. It's perfect for a make-shift incubator though."
"Thanks."
"Hold on. What do baby raptors eat?"
".........don't you know?"
"You went to Isla Sorna, I was hoping you'd know."
"Uh-oh."
Then Maggie sighed.
"Well, this is a fine mess."
"I'll try goat's milk, I suppose, but I'm going to need luck in finding that in L.A."
Sarah came home, absolutely infuriated. Like she figured, L.A. was too big to search for one particular item. To top it off, most of the places that DID have it, it expired, and the rest were waiting to restock. She sat down and sighed. Then she noticed the egg was stirring. She had set it down with the lamp on about two hours ago, and now she was actually anxious to see the egg hatch. A long time seemed to pass as she watched the egg crack, and a bloody baby raptor slowly pushed it's way out of the egg. She carefully held it after it finished getting out. However, it's cries only reminded her of her problem.
"You're cute, but how am I going to feed you?"
Then she realized she had some regular milk in the fridge, but doubted it would due.
"Darn. The only option left is.........no........no..........I am not going to do it.........."
The infant continued to squeal it's cries, and Sarah had no choice........
The phone rang, and Sarah answered it, glad she turned down the volume of the ringer. She answered it, the raptorling still on her lap.
"Hi Sarah, it's Maggie again. Did she hatch yet?"
"Yeah, and I think it's a he."
"So how does the goat's milk seem to be going?"
"About that........"
Maggie caught on fast.
"YOU DIDN'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"I didn't have a choice. The skim milk in the fridge isn't really a good option."
"I hope you used a pump and bottle then."
"Well........I only have the bottles."
"YOU ACTUALLY DID THAT DIRECTLY!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"
"Well he didn't bite me, and he WAS hungry."
"My advice. GET A PUMP NOW!"
"Fine. Bye then."
Sarah hung up, and looked at the sleeping raptor. She wrapped it up better in the blankets, and put him in the basket..........
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I'm not making what Sarah did any more obvious. It should be obvious enough. If not, you're too young to read the story, or you're seriously behind in biology.
