Disclaimer: don't own Jurassic park, just the twins.

A/N: So, i'm still working to fix my stories up, thankfully, Mondhase has been very generously fixing my numerous mistakes. However, here's a short chapter, since i've been all motivated since XxEylinerHeartsxX was so kind as to review.

Chapter two:

It took Ethan nearly an hour to locate the lift, only because he was trying to find it from memory and while his memory was good, his ability to navigate the wilds was not so great, so he was surprised to find that he didn't end up in some predator's grips. When he did finally find the lift, he was irritated to see that it had to be manually booted up…. From the top.

'I seriously want to know who the genius was that thought these designs up. First the power breaker being on the opposite side of the park with the most dangerous dinosaurs between it, and now the power button for a lift in the trees being in the tree tops and not on the ground.' Ethan huffed and looked around to make sure there wasn't a power button on the ground. Unfortunately he didn't find one, so he stood on the lift and looked at the pull system they had thoughtfully. 'Maybe I can pull myself up by the ropes, then power it up.'

He looked around, making sure that nothing, dinosaur or otherwise was around to hurt him when he wasn't paying attention, or laugh at him if he fell, he grabbed one of the ropes and started to pull himself up. 'Who would have thought that anything done in a high school gym class would be useful?' He thought as he continued to pull himself up. About halfway up the rope, he had to pause to catch his breath before he continued. 'This didn't seem quite as high when I was on the ground.'

By the time he reached the top, he grunted and collapsed dramatically on the floor of the safety perch.

"Air! I need Air!" He moaned aloud before rolling on to his feet. "Let's get this thing up and running." He said. He walked over to the control panel and cursed. The screen of the panel was cracked open and broken, with what looked like bird feces on it. He sighed. 'Of course it's broken. This must be a sign." He turned and shimmied back down the rope. A little more than half way down, Ethan's hands lost their grip on the rope and he fell the rest of the way down. Logically, Ethan knew how he should land to keep from seriously hurting himself, but it was much harder in practice. Instead of rolling when he hit the ground and lost balance, he threw his arm out to catch himself and nearly yelled out when he felt his should dislocate.

He groaned as he laid on the ground for a few moments, breathing through the pain he felt, both in his shoulder and in his knees from the landing. After he managed to catch his breath, he slowly got back up to his feet and looked around to get his baring again before setting off to go get Sarah's help in resetting his arm. He hoped she could, because otherwise he had to wait three days for help to come, which wasn't preferable, or he had to do it himself. Evelyn had once explained to him, after watching an action movie where the main character had to relocate his shoulder, how to properly relocate a shoulder by yourself. It had been a rather lengthy description because she had also been ranting about how Hollywood always did medical procedures wrong at the same time, but Ethan was glad that he had listened.

To his surprise, he didn't find Sarah with the Triceritops, but at the camps meeting place, setting up a small fire.

"I'm surprised you actually left the herd." He said when he got close enough, making Sarah jump and spin.

"Ethan! Don't sneak up on me like that!" Just then she got a good look at him, and noticed the way he was holding his arm. "What happened?" She asked in concern, coming over to look at his arm.

"I was trying to get the lift to work. The idiots that built it left the control at the top. When we get of the island, I'm having a serious chat with John about his construction company choices. It's almost as bad as having the power breaker on the opposite side of the compound with the raptor cages in the way." He complained. Sarah gave him a look that clearly told him to get to the point, so he sighed and said. "Anyways, after I discovered that the lift was broken, I had to climb back down the rope, my grip slipped and I fell and, idiotically, threw my arm out to catch myself and dislocated it instead. Can you put it back?" he asked her hopefully. Sarah frowned in concentration as she looked at his arm.

"I don't know if I can Ethan. Not without injuring you further." Ethan shrugged.

"It's going to hurt either way, Sarah, it's not like it's going to tickle if an experienced doctor puts it in place." He explained. Sarah hesitated for a moment before moving to his side.

"I don't really know how to relocate a shoulder, do you?" She asked. Ethan nodded.

"Yeah, Evelyn once gave me a VERY lengthy lecture on it. I believe she said that I need to have a bent arm, you're going to keep my upper arm pressed into my body, then you're going to rotate my arm out SLOWLY until you feel resistance, the push my upper arm forward as far as possible, then turn my lower arm in across my chest and then rotate my upper arm all while keeping my elbow at a 90 degree angle. It will push the one back into place. Usually a doctor would give me pain medication, but since we don't have that, I'll have to deal." He explained. He quickly undid his belt.

"What are you doing?" Sarah asked, watching him in confusion.

"I'm going to sit down, and put my belt between my teeth so I don't bite my tongue off or scream out and alert any predators to our location in case you do it wrong." He said, giving her a look that clearly said 'duh'. Sarah nodded but rolled her eyes a bit at the "predators" comment.

"Good idea. Are you sure you don't want me to call the boat back?"
"No, we just got here. It'll be fine as long as you do it right." He said. Unfortunately, Sarah didn't look convinced, and if he was being truthful, Ethan was rather wary about the whole thing as well.

He put the belt in his mouth and took some deep, calming breaths, then nodded to Sarah. Sarah nodded and slowly started to do what he had told her to do, but instead of rotating his upper arm at the end, she pushed up and back, causing a grinding crackle to be heard and a sharp pain shot through Ethans arm, shoulder and across the collar bone.

Ethan bit down on the belt and gave a muffled cry. The pain was intense, much more than it had been the first time, and Ethan knew she had done it wrong. He didn't get to do much because black spots danced across his vision and he blinked quickly to get rid of them. He vaguely noted that Sarah was telling him to keep breathing, and after a few moment, he finally noticed he was holding his breath, and let it out, trying to breath evenly.

"Did that help at all?" Sarah asked anxiously. Ethan shook his head and pried his jaw open, releasing his belt that now fell to the ground, holes in the places his teeth had been.

"I think you made it worse." He gritted out, groaning as pain shot through his arm, neck and chest when he moved. Concern flashed through Sarah's eyes and she hastily dug through her pack for the first aid kit. She quickly came back some ace bandages.

"Here, let's tie your arm to your chest so it doesn't move much. Then I'm calling the boat." She said as she started to secure his arm in place. Ethan shook his head.

"No, I'll live. It'll be a waste of time and money to call him back now. I'll just wait until the others get here." Sarah frowned.

"I guess. But I don't want you to do anything with that arm." Ethan laughed bitterly.

"Ya, I don't think I will, even after it's fixed." He said, suddenly remembering everything Evelyn had said could happen when it went wrong. Sarah studied him before looking around them.

"You said that the lift was broken?" She asked suddenly. Ethan nodded.

"Yes, so we better be cautious against predators, I know that you're of the opinion that if we leave them be, they will not harm us, or that just because we're not in their charted territory, we're safe, but in reality, we don't know much about these creatures, and even the herbivores are threats should something happen." Ethan explained, looking at her seriously. Sarah nodded, holding his gaze for a moment before diverting it. "On to more pleasant topics, what have you discovered so far?" Ethan asked, lightening his voice to help dissolve the sudden tension between the two.

Sarah lit up. "It seems that the herd we came across is a mated pair, with a sub adult. It's absolutely amazing! I'll need to study them longer to see how the creatures interact with each other, what their food source is, how it's dealing against the lysine contingency, and… and..." Sarah trailed off, muttering and went to grab her journal to jot notes down in it. Ethan watched her in amusement, walking over to his pack and sitting down gingerly. He pulled his pack towards him with his good hand and grabbed his own journal to try and write in.

"Have you considered that they are eating foods that are high in Lysine? To counter the contingency?" Ethan asked. Sarah lit up and bounced a little.

"Of course! We'll have to look to see what kind of foods their eating specifically or if its just the plants that were planted on the island…" She trailed off again, as she continued to write. Ethan just rolled his eyes in fond exasperation before pulling his own notebook out and finishing his own journal entry, feeling extremely relieved he didn't kill his writing hand.