Disclaimer: All of anything that's related to Jurassic Park is © Michael Crichton, and all other characters, plus plot are © Myself
Author's Note: First off, this story is based off the books rather than the movies, because the books just so happened to kick the movies' ASSES. I didn't even see the second movie. So if you're reading this and have never picked up either of the books, then you might be a lil' confuzzled. So go read the books, dammit, and stop reading the fanfic. Michael Crichton is a writing GOD.
Second, this takes place shortly after the second book :D Because I never felt that book cleared up well enough at the end. We never found out what happened D: It disappointed me greatly. So now, enjoy, Adversity
Adversity
Malcolm was unsure what had caused him and Sarah to come together as a couple once again. He had blamed it on morphine in his blood from the incident that had occurred only hours before they left the island, but he never stated that he regretted it. They had gotten into the boat and began back towards the mainland, the tune of a spasmodic melody hummed from the bottom of Ian Malcolm's throat, his eyelids lowered contently, when he suddenly leaned his head on Sarah Harding's shoulder and murmured, "You know, we really should consider getting back together some day, darling." Sarah turned a bright shade of red, and Kelly broke out in a mad fit of girlish giggles, which she attempted to hide behind her fingers. Thorne and Levine looked towards each other, smiled, then looked away and out onto the water around them, Levine adjusting the small box he had had on his lap, and Arby cracked a small smile which was about all the poor, sore child could muster, and looked over to Kelly through a swollen eye, who returned the look, the girl still trying to force down her giggles. Sarah swallowed, and spoke in a small, scared voice, most unlike the usually brave, commanding tone, "Ian, stop," but she later on they had talked about it. And then he had taken her out to dinner. And now they were here.
They had all parted their separate ways, and Malcolm had not heard from any of them since the incident except Sarah (Malcolm had left the institute while Levine had stayed), until now. He and Sarah had been over at his house, just about to leave for dinner when the phone rang. Malcolm suppressed an agitated sigh, and slipped into his kitchen to cease the ringing. Sarah waited by the door, leaning her figure on the hard, wooden frame, her eyes following Malcolm.
"Hello," Malcolm said, his voice drawn out; obviously annoyed.
"Ian?" Malcolm nearly dropped the phone at the voice he heard, and Sarah obviously saw his unease, for she called in not even a second later, "You okay, Ian?"
Malcolm wiped a strand of sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, perspiration suddenly popping out in small beads on his face. He bent his index finger and thumb into an o, and held up his hand for Sarah to see. She nodded, although she didn't believe him, and looked away. Malcolm returned his attention the phone.
"Richard," He stated, licking his lips nervously.
"Yes, it's me, Ian," Levine said, sounding nervous. As if his words had to be chosen very carefully, "Listen, we have a problem."
"The way you're talking that seems obvious. So," Malcolm stated, "what might this problem be?"
Sarah had heard Richard and perked up, watching Malcolm intently ever since the word bubbled from his mouth, and when she heard problem… What had Levine done now? She had disliked the man since she had first met him, and wasn't disappointed that they hadn't kept in touch. She also knew the man still bugged Malcolm, and knew Malcolm's relief was as great as hers when they had all gone separate ways. And so now she couldn't help but become annoyed at the fact that he had suddenly called, and with a problem.
"You know the box I had on the boat?" Levine asked, and Malcolm heard a smacking noise as Levine licked his lips.
"Uhh…" Malcolm racked his brain back for the mental image of that box. He had been high off of morphine then and had asked Sarah out… box, box… ah yes, "yes. The box. What about it?"
"Well, uh…" Malcolm heard the smacking noise again, and then a small pause and gentle breathing, "I found some eggs you see--"
"Eggs," Malcolm cut in, brow furrowing slightly, "Richard, you didn't…"
By this time Sarah was starting to draw her own conclusions from how Malcolm was answering, and had a pretty good theory on what had happened. She moved from her spot at the door, and came over to the kitchen, now standing next to Malcolm, a mixture of a furious, confused, and worried expression on her face, "Ian, he didn't, did he--"
Malcolm cut her off with a raise of his hand, motioning for her to hold on a second.
"I found them in the Jeep the Maiasauras's destroyed… apparently their egg wasn't the only one stolen. I figured if I brought them back to analyze some of the dinosaurs before birth, I could figure out – who was that voice, is somebody else there?"
"Sarah's here with me."
"Ah, well… tell her to come too, then."
"Come where, Richard?"
"Ian… well… I had originally planned to destroy the eggs before they hatched, and I would work with embryo extract, but… uh," the smacking noise again, "well…"
"The dinosaurs hatched?"
"Well… they're. ...hatching."
"GodDAMMIT, Levine! Goddammit! You fool, you never thought of the consequences, never thought about what you were doing! Impulsive little…"
"So will you come?"
"Leaving now," and with a large sigh, Malcolm slammed the telephone back onto the hook, weary eyes flowing over and resting on Sarah. Sarah was tapping one foot, her arms crossed, and expression steaming with fury.
"Levine hatched dinosaurs?" she asked, eyes burning with a hate he had never seen in Sarah Harding's eyes.
"Levine's taken Chaos to a new level."
Malcolm grabbed his coat, and they left.
.-.-.-.
They arrived at Levine's house in a remarkable amount of time, and they had come so quickly that Malcolm could not recall much from the trip over except for the fact that an empty warehouse was put up for sale, and that he had explained all that he knew to Sarah. She had asked him multiple questions which he had no answers to, and with a mixture of his own nerves and furry towards Levine, he exploded on her slightly.
"Sarah! – Sarah, I don't know!" he said in an exasperated gasp, tone rising and falling, grip tightening on the steering wheel, "Can we put a rest to it until we get there, please?" he finished, sighing and loosening his grip. Sarah pursed her lips slightly in a pouty way, and with an inaudible grumble, she stuck out an elbow, which connected with the frame of the door, then rested her head upon her palm.
Levine had answered his door very cautiously, as if he was avoiding an individual, and had peeked out, sighing immediately and saying, "Thank God you're here, they're almost out of their eggs, I don't know what to do…"
"I hate you," Malcolm said, stepping in, Sarah moving after him.
"Thanks for your help," Levine responded, acting as if the previous comment had never been spoken, and was now wringing his hands together, moving quickly towards his kitchen. Malcolm noticed that his apartment was a lot less tidy then he remembered it. "I also invited a paleontologist who had been studying nests and a paleobotanist," Levin continued, swallowing, "because I'm sure they could help me with the infants, oh and Thorne should be here any moment --"
"Richard," Malcolm interrupted, "we don't need more people discovering dinosaurs have been recreated."
"I swore them into secrecy, and I'm told them I'd pay them, and there are all sorts of securities so that it won't leak, I asked my lawyer about securities like this, never mentioned the dinosaurs, but brought up securities like this, and--"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry I spoke…" Malcolm murmured grumpily. Sarah shook her head and laughed gently, placing her hand on Malcolm's arm. He glanced at her, and used his free arm to rub his temple. He could yell at Levine, but they were in a big enough mess as it was. He'd yell at him when this was all over.
Levine led them into the kitchen, and Malcolm saw the backs of two people bending over a table. Something about them was strangely familiar, but he couldn't quite place anything on it, until --
"Malcolm, this is Dr.--" The paleontologist and paleobotanist turned around, and Malcolm finished Levine's greeting for him, "Grant."
Levine blinked, confused, then shrugged it off, murmuring, "Suppose you have heard of him, then… and this is Dr.--"
Malcolm cut him off once more, "Sattler…"
Levine stared, confused.