Disclaimer: Jurassic Park is not mine. Fasir and Mirage are not mine. Q is not mine. Avanwe is my sister and thus doesn't qualify as mine. Athos is one of my best friends and also doesn't qualify as mine. I don't even own a copy of Jurassic Park; I borrowed it from the library. Maybe my sister will get it for me for Christmas. My parents own the movie. (deep sigh)

Chapter Two

"Q, if you're planning what I think you're planning, I really must object," Fasir argued.

"Oh, how would Picard say it? Your objection is noted and logged. But, unfortunately, if I'm going to mess around with this century, there is someone here I have to contact."

"Indeed, Q," came a voice from behind them.

"Avanwe!" Q grinned. "You came to greet us."

"To find out what you were doing," Avanwe corrected.

"Having a debate," Mirage explained.

"Indeed. Welcome back, Mirage. Fasir. I'm sure if my sister knew, she'd say hi as well. Now what do you want, Q?"

"Avanwe, does love or does love not triumph over evil?"

"Is this a trick question?"

"No; we want your opinion."

"What are you up to?"

"What do you think?"

"Yes, love triumphs. Why?"

"We were having a little . . . discussion, trying to prove one way or the other. I wnat you to help me find a few examples of love that has seen its share of trials. Then we'll go from there."

Avanwe thought of her sister again for a moment. "I think I've got one right off the bat, Q."

Morgan Baker, known better among her friends as either Smeagol or Morgan le Fay, collapsed back onto the couch. Last-hour math was really starting to get to her. Around fifth hour, she started to zone out, which was pretty much okay for fifth-hour Spanish, but her math teacher was confusing enough without distractions. Wondering when anyone would ever need to know the difference between log 10 and log 2, the teenager pulled out her math book.

She knew what the problem was, of course. Her math teacher had tried to explain it in English. Their math book explined in what the fourteen-year-old affectionately referred to as 'mathematical gibberish'. But fortunately for her now, 'mathematicl gibberish' was easier to translate into pictures. At least for her.

She was actually starting to get it, too, when her sister walked in. "Hey, Avanwe, I got it!" she called.

"Really? Please, explain it to me."

"Okay, this number's the base and that's the x and the one that's by itself is the y. Good?" she asked, enveloping each of the numbers in a dozen circles.

"Good," Avanwe replied, no longer even able to see any of the numbers under all the pen marks.

"Now you just set the x equal to the base to the y power."

"Is that what she was trying to say?"

"Her? I dunno. But that's what the book says."

"Morgan le Fay, if you can actually understand what that book is saying . . . what am I talking about? Morgan, I'm having a little problem with a few entities who don't want to leave our century in peace."

Morgan sighed. "Just for one day, I thought we might be able to have a conversation without mentioning entities or different timelines or alternate realites or all that stuff. And then my teacher gets surprised when I can explain chaos theory better than she can. My life is chaos."

"You understand that theory?!?"

Morgan nodded. Avanwe sometimes had trouble with human theories. "Basically says that complex systems get simpler when you look close and systems that appear simple get really complicated because of all the details that can change everything around one way or the other. Now, what about Q?"

"He wants to conduct an experiment."

"Oh, dear."

"Just thought I should warn you; if anything weird starts to happen, it's probably his doing."

"Or it may just be part of my normal life," Morgan shrugged. "You can never tell."

"More chaos theory?"

Morgan shook her head. "No. That's a proven fact."

Ten minutes later, she was done with her homework, except for a science report on decomposition that was due at the end of the week and she had planned to leave until Thursday night. Avanwe had gone downstairs to type out an English report. Morgan shrugged and popped a tape of The Magic School Bus into the VCR. She needed a good laugh.

"Kenobi!" a voice shouted in her head.

Morgan pushed stop and sighed. "Hey, Athos, warn me before you start yelling, huh? Be glad my parents aren't home yet; they might start to get suspicious if I jerk my head up every time you shout out my nickname."

"My apologies, le Fay."

"It's okay; you just startled me. What's up?"

"A problem."

"Where are you?"

"I'm . . . not exactly sure. But my . . . companion . . . insists it's very dangerous and that we should get out of here as soon as possible.

"And let me guess. You can't. And you forgot your whistle again."

"That's pretty much it, yeah."

"But your friend knows where you are?"

"Yes, but I can't get much out of her, Smeagol. She's . . . pretty shaken up."

"Try. I can't help you if I don't know where on Earth you are, Athos, or if you're even on Earth at all. Unless I can find someone else who knows. Can you get her name?"

There was a brief pause. "Kelly," Athos said finally.

"I'll need a little more than that, Athos. Do you have any idea how many Kellys there are in the world?"

"She's maybe two or three years younger than you. Dark hair, dark skin, dark eyes."

"I need a last name, Athos."

There was another long pause. "Malcolm," Athos said at last. "Kelly Malcolm."

Morgan snapped the power off her TV. "Thank you, Athos. That's very helpful. I know exactly who to look for." She sent out a telepathic message to her friends to meet her in the woods in a few minutes. She threw on a ragged-ended sweater over her rather baggy t-shirt, made sure her harmonica was, as always, in her pocket, put on her tennis shoes, grabbed her walking stick from the porch, and yelled to Avanwe to cover for her.

Avanwe sighed but yelled back an, "Okay!" She couldn't do much else. She'd gotten her sister into this. The least she could do was keep her out of trouble with their parents.

But there was nothing she could do about Q.

Neovator–Took my name-remembering-impared brain forever to remember who Billy was. Do I get a break because I've seen the third movie a grand total of once? But I did figure it out after I figured out that he wasn't in the first or second book, at least, and that he probably wasn't in the first or second movies. Okay, now that I feel like a complete idiot, I can answer your question. As far as the interesting names go, I didn't come up with them, so I cannot take credit for that. Mirage and Fasir are from Aladdin the TV show, as soon as I figure out if Aladdin has one l or two. Funny, real funny, and kind of ironic. I can spell procompsognathids (also known as compys) perfectly every time, but a simple name like Aladdin? Forget it! Anyway, Q is from Star Trek if you didn't know that. And Avanwe is actually something my sister came up with because she didn't want me to use her real name. Fasir is pronounced pretty close to how it's spelled fuh-seer, (no break in between the two e's,) except the s sort of sounds like a z when some people say it. Took me forever to figure out how to spell it. Oh, well. :) Anyway, yes, Billy will probably show up sooner or later now that I've figured out who he is. You should've seen me looking through the books; I was so frustrated because even if he was in there, they never call people by their first names, which can get really irritating because I'm writing this stupid Magic School Bus / Jurassic Park fic, and I've got two Tim's, which couldn't be helped, but also two Arnold's. Aaaaaarrrrrgggggh. Too confusing! Which is why Tim and Arnold (from Jurassic Park) are still not present in that fic although I can't have them stay out in the park and stare at brachiosaurs forever. (sigh) Wouldn't make much of a story. :) Okay, this is way too long. If I keep this up any longer, it will be longer than the actual story. (Yes, I can go on for that long; I've done it. And if you think that's funny, you should see how long I can go on explaining chaos theory to people who don't even want to listen to me.) Namarie, mellon nin. :)