Chapter 2
They had caught a plane to Costa Rica. From there they had been driven to a heliport where there had already been a helicopter waiting for them, as well as a few other people.
Anderson was there again, as well as two other men. Both of them were wearing suits, and looked rather wealthy. However they still managed to look very different. One was shorter, in a boring grey suit. He gave off an instant aura of a boring lawyer type.
The other however, it had to be said, was one of the most impressive men that John had ever seen, You just didn't see people like that in real life, maybe on TV, but not in the real world. He was tall and extremely pale, with dark curly hair. His suit was expensive and well cut, but unlike the other man's, it was definitely not boring. It was black and fit him perfectly, and made his legs seem to go on forever. His shirt was made of purple silk that only accentuated his pale features.
The man caught his gaze and John looked down and away, blushing slightly at being caught looking; or staring was more the word he thought, embarrassed.
He shouldn't really be checking the guy out quite so obviously, he thought, what with Sean standing right there, but well, they weren't married, and Sean didn't own him!
His internal struggles were interrupted by Anderson, who looked like he ought to set off an alarm for a level 5 smug alert right now as he looked at the tall man in the suit.
"Sherlock, Sebastian, this is Dr Sean Sawyer, a leading palaeontologist, and his companion Dr John Watson. Dr Watson, Dr Sean Sawyer, this is my lawyer, Sebastian Wilkes, and my… ah… colleague, Mr Sherlock Holmes." He gave the man the biggest smirk that John had ever seen then added, "Of course, Mr Holmes isn't here in any official capacity, I just thought it would be… of interest to him."
"You still haven't told me what kind of park this IS, Anderson, or why I should even be interested at all, I'm only even coming so I can reassure myself that you are indeed still an idiot and the world is not about to implode."
"Admit it Holmes. You're intrigued."
Sherlock scowled at Anderson but said nothing. Correct then.
"As I was saying, Dr Sean Sawyer is coming to the park to give the park his endorsement, providing of course, that he approves." Here he gave Sean a look that suggested that he did not expect this to be a problem.
"And Dr Watson as well I presume?" Asked Sebastian, looking at John and Sebastian like they were something on the bottom of his shoe. Apparently if you weren't in a particularly high paying job you weren't worth knowing.
"Obviously not, Sebastian." Holmes stated, coolly, sounding almost bored.
"He only said that Dr Watson was Dr Sawyer's companion, not colleague, and if you bothered top look at him you would see that there is no way he is a palaeontologist. The calluses on his fingers are all wrong. Obviously he does not hold digging tools often. In fact, from the way he glanced at your burn that you received yesterday when you tried to grope your housekeeper while she was doing the ironing, I would say that he is a medical doctor.
Also his tan lines are all wrong. They stop at his wrists, suggesting that he has been somewhere hot and sunny, but wearing a uniform. From his posture I would say that this inducts a military background. So, Dr Watson, tell me, was it Afghanistan or Iraq?"
John realised that his mouth was hanging open rather inelegantly, and he quickly closed his mouth. "A-Afghanistan. You can- you can call me John."
"I apologise Doctor Watson, the freak here suffers from a deplorable excess of personality-"
"Yeah, he was the same in University too, he could narrate your whole life just by looking at you. We hated him." Sebastian laughed.
Wait for it Sherlock thought, people never appreciated that he could read their life story like this.
John however, didn't seem to have heard them. "No, that was... amazing!"
Sherlock actually did a small double take at this. This had never happened before. Even once or twice when he had gotten someone to go free, or when he had caught a particularly clever criminal, and they had been grudgingly impressed, they had never sounded so... pleased.
When they boarded the helicopter, Sherlock made sure to sit next to John. Sean was of course on his other side. The whole way out to the outer island he was pointing out interesting things to John, particularly about the other passengers, and even John himself, who seemed to be enjoying the attention.
'Made sense,' he thought, sparing the annoyed looking Sean a bored glance. 'Relationship going through some problems at the moment, Sean not having enough time, John is making an effort, but Dr Sawyer is not, despite the fact that he is obviously still attracted to John. He assumes that John will just wait for him, and by the looks of things, he would be right in that assumption. The man was obviously unendingly loyal, made sense as both a soldier and a doctor, whose job was to help people.'
It takes about an hour in the helicopter to reach the island. Everything was covered in a thick layer of jungle. Again, Sherlock wondered what kind of park this was. 'Animals perhaps?'
They followed through a ravine until they reached a heliport by the waterfall where the river started.
Sherlock smirked with smug satisfaction as the helicopter shook during the landing and Sean tried and failed to properly fix his seatbelt, eventual resorting to just tying it in a knot. John was grinning to, though admittedly in a slightly more affectionate way.
They were quickly loaded into a car, and let through a series of gates by men in pink shirts and they were off.
As they drove, no-one said a thing, though Sherlock could tell that Anderson was practically shaking in his seat with excitement. They had only been going for around twenty minutes before the Jeep stopped. Sherlock himself was busy looking at a plant that he had pulled a leaf off on the way. It was amazing! He had never seen this species of plant before, it looked like a member of a genus of plant that he once seen in a textbook, but had apparently been extinct since the Cretaceous period. Amazing! He should show this to someone.
He looked up to see where John was, as the only other man who would probably appreciate the incredible sample of flora, but the man was already looking at something else, further away.
Standing up in the Jeep, even as John and the others got out, he finally saw what they had been looking at.
A... a Brontosaurus! It was shocking! It was life-size and seemed to move like a real animal! Anderson! Anderson of all people, had managed to use his new funds to create a park full of the most amazing animatronics that the world could ever have seen!
"Oh no Sherlock, give me a bit more credit than that!"
"What do you mean?" He almost stammered.
"I can guess what you're thinking. You think they're robots don't you?" Anderson grinned perniciously, obviously terribly eager to know something before Sherlock for once. "They're not. They're one hundred percent real, and alive. Welcome, to Jurassic Park. I've spared no expense."
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