I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel the Series or Jurassic Park. They belong to Joss Whedon and Michael Crichton respectively. I also don't own NCIS. It belongs to Donald Bellisario.

This takes place Post Chosen and Not Fade Away. It takes place close to the beginning of Jurassic Park. It combines elements of the film and book, though the film is the primary source material.

Jurassic Zeppo

When Alexis Murphy is called as a slayer, Xander Harris is sent to begin her training. It is fate that places her on Isla Nublar at the time Xander is sent to join her. Itès just Xander's luck that Jurassic Park begins having a meltdown shortly after his arrival on the island.

Office of John R. Hammond, Isla Nublar

July 13th 2010

John Hammond was not a man who was easily rattled. He had been in business for a lot of years and in that time he had seen a lot. He was a man who had cloned more species of dinosaurs then the average person had even heard of in their lives. Some of the species, Othnielia and Microceratops for example, were not even all that widely known outside of archaeologists and hard-core dinosaur enthusiasts. Unfortunately for him, none of that had prepared him for the idea that his beloved grand-daughter had been called as a slayer.

Slayers, vampires, demons and all of the assorted facts had badly shaken the old man. Still, he could have recovered from that easily enough. Hammond considered the real problem to be Alexis Murphy's new calling. It had not taken Hammond long to start researching what information there was on slayers, and the only thing that all accounts agreed on was that slayers lived fast and died hard. That was not what Hammond wanted for his only granddaughter.

The 'New Council' had explained that things were getting better. They had new training techniques, more slayers, more cooperation between slayers and watchers. It sounded like such an improvement. What a crock. Hammond had commissioned a few carefully picked people to look into these things carefully. The truth was far more believable. They had new training techniques, which were applied by some of the watchers, but not all. There were more slayers, but not always more then one to an area. The cooperation between slayers and watchers varied rather extremely depending on the watcher. As for modern technology, which had never been mentioned, very few watchers seemed willing to embrace any technology more advanced then a crossbow. It was absurd.

John glanced up at the buzzing noise which signaled the presence of his 9:00 appointment. John depressed a button and called out softly. "Come in, Robert."

Stalking grimly into Hammond's office was Robert Muldoon, John's game warden. Muldoon dressed like a cross between Indiana Jones and Crocodile Dundee, a fact that never ceased to to amuse Hammond, though he was restraining his amusement for the moment. "You wanted to see me, Mr. Hammond?"

The older man nodded genially. "Yes, Robert. I wanted your opinion on the various species we have on the island."

The game warden frowned. "It depends on the species, Mr. Hammond. Some of them seem safe enough, but a few are real causes for concern. The fact that the pterosaurs can fly makes them a potential security risk. As for the raptors… Well, I think you know how I feel about them, but I'll repeat it anyway. They should all be destroyed. The loss of Gomez just goes to prove what I've been saying about them all this time…"

Hammond sighed dramatically. "It simply isn't economically viable, Robert. We've put too much money into the raptors as is. Now, I'm willing to discuss more stringent security protocols on the raptors…"

"And better weapons in case one gets loose. With the tyrannosaur, she's more likely to attack a sauropod or something then to bother with the likes of us, but for a velociraptor we're a good-sized meal. And I really think we should get something bigger for the rex too. Just as a precaution if nothing else…"

John nodded reluctantly. He couldn't very well deny that it took a lot to put the beasts down, especially if one hoped to keep them alive. Maybe those taser-guns he'd read about from the Initiative program. They ought to be able to put down a raptor. "I'll look into it, Robert. There was one other thing."

"What's that, Mr. Hammond?"

"In your time in Kenya, did you ever come across a group called the watchers?"

The shifty look on Muldoon's face gave the answer away nicely. "Why do you ask, Mr. Hammond?"

The bearded man smiled genially. "My grand-daughter is twelve, Robert. I'm guessing you know what a twelve-year-old girl might get into that watchers might be interested in."

The shifty look disappeared, replaced with shock. "She's been called?"

Hammond nodded. "Yes, Robert, she has. My problem is I want her to have a watcher I can trust to take proper care of her. I'm pretty sure I can force this group to assign who I ask for, but what I don't know is who to ask for. I was hoping you could recommend someone. I don't trust Donald for this, I'm sure you understand…"

Muldoon sneered mentally. He wouldn't trust Donald Gennaro to wipe his own ass properly. He thanked the fates that John had been intelligent enough to see that. "You want someone who's going to put Lex first, is that about right, sir?"

"Right, Robert. That's it exactly."

The game warden considered things carefully. There was really only one option. There was certainly one man that could be counted on to put Lex first. The trick would be getting him out of Africa in the first place. Still, that was Hammond's problem. "The man you want is Alexander Harris. He's currently based out of their African headquarters in Nairobi. He's very passionate, sir. Just the sort of man you're looking for."

International Watchers' Council, African Headquarters

Nairobi, Kenya

July 20th 2010

John Hammond walked in through the front doors, as calm as you please. He had researched this place and his target very carefully before he even entered the continent.

Alexander Harris was a classic white knight, with a mix of some mild chauvinism, fanatical loyalty and a proper appreciation for modern hardware. Essentially the man was everything Hammond was looking for to keep Alexis safe. Unfortunately, his good qualities were going to work against John here. His loyalty would keep Xander, as he was reputedly called, from being willing to abandon his slayers to work for Hammond as Lex's personal watcher.

Luckily for John, he had a wild card in the deck. Harris, despite his unquestioned record, was not in charge of the African headquarters. The problem was that Xander was not willing to play politics. His inability to make nice and rub elbows with the snootier watchers that ran the council meant that he was not considered for the top position. Franky that attitude reminded John of Leroy Jethro Gibbs. The NCIS agent had clashed with Hammond once over the death of a Navy sailor at one of Hammond's theme parks. John knew full well that Gibbs' inability to play politics was a key reason he'd never been considered for the top job.

The top job in Africa was occupied by Robin Wood, the type of guy who Harris reputedly hated. Wood was a man who was more concerned with how he looked to the brass then with keeping his girls safe, something that gave Xander an ulcer. Robin's priorities just overall clashed with Xander's. It was a wonderful recipe for Hammond to work with.

John rapped on the door of Deputy Director Wood, confidence in full display. Weakness was not something one should display with these people.

"Come in."

Hammond's lips quirked, imagining how Harris would have slapped his superior for a comment like that. Still, John was not inclined to point out the faults of a man he wanted something from. He was not an idiot. "Director Wood. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Dr. John Hammond."

Wood puffed out a bit at the slight inflation in his rank and did not correct Hammond at all. Robin did hope to be the Director one day. "Dr. Hammond. What a pleasure. Does this mean you're considering allowing your granddaughter to attend the African branch? There is always room for one more at our table…"

John mentally gave himself a point. He had believed his reticence concerning Alexis joining the council would have made the rounds as gossip and apparently it had indeed. "Actually, Director Wood, I was rather hoping Lex could be trained where she is and assigned a personal watcher. She'll be traveling to see me on Isla Nublar quite soon, and I was hoping he could meet her there and begin her training?"

Robin frowned slightly. Hammond knew full well he was ruffling some feathers, but his game plan would win out in the end. "We don't typically assign personal watchers to anyone who hasn't at least gone through training, Mr. Hammond."

Hammond ignored the slight of his ignored title. His task was to get Wood on his side, not to antagonise the man by quibbling over little things. "I realise that, Mr. Wood, and I'd be more then willing to compensate you by helping to fund this little operation."

Wood twitched slightly at that. The Watchers' Council was fairly well off, but they spent a lot of money on caring for the girls and equipment and all of that new training they bragged so proudly about. On top of that, much of the council's funds had gone missing in the destruction of the old regime and had still not been recover. More and more they had been relying on charitable donations and Africa was not a popular subject of donations. Most of the wealthy parents of slayers lived in North America, Europe and Asia. "Which watcher were you interested in, exactly?"

John grinned slightly. "Alexander Harris. He was strongly recommended by an employee of mine."

Hammond quickly saw a war break out on Robin's face. On the one hand, Robin wanted what Hammond would contribute. On the other hand, he'd be sacrificing his most popular watcher, at least as far as the slayers were concerned. On the original hand, he'd be getting rid of the primary thorn in his side. On the other hand, he'd be acknowledging Harris' talents, if only to Hammond. "I'll inform Mr. Harris of his new assignment when he returns from Uganda."

John nodded his acceptance. "You can expect my donation as soon as Mr. Harris sets foot on Isla Nublar. Shall we say a million?"

Wood stood up abruptly as the number registered. "That'll be fine. I'll see that he gets there as soon as possible."

John just smiled. Bureaucrats were so easy. He was just happy to leave Robin with the job of getting Harris to the island. He rightly imagined the man wouldn't be happy.

San José, Costa Rica

August 1st 2010

John Hammond walked calmly up to the helicopter, praying that this was the right play. Gennaro wasn't giving him much of a choice though. "We'll be leaving in just a few moments. We still have a few more passengers we're waiting on before we can go on."

Dr. Alan Grant and Dr. Ellie Sattler nodded in acknowledgement, looking rather unenthusiastic. Getting the two of them to come had been expensive, but they were quite arguably the best choices available. John still wasn't sure what use a mathematician would be.

Moments later Hammond glanced up to see two more of their party coming. "Ah. Dr. Grant and Dr. Sattler, might I introduce Mr. Gennaro and Dr. Malcolm. Mr. Gennaro represents my investors and Dr. Malcolm is a mathematician…"

"A chaotician, actually…"

Hammond cut Ian off quickly. "Yes, yes. A chaotician, then. Let's all sit down, shall we? We just have one more coming."

Gennaro looked up at that. "Another person, John? I thought there were just the three consultants."

John raised his hands in a placating. "Our fourth represents an international organisation that specialises in keeping people safe. He's going to be acting as an instructor for my granddaughter quite soon and I thought his opinion would be of some value as well."

Donald seemed placated by that. He had wanted to get someone there to look at things from a health and safety standpoint, but Malcolm had been the closest Hammond had allowed until now. This fourth person could be exactly what he was hoping for.

They were waiting only a few more moments when Ellie let loose a faint gasp which caused them all to turn. There at the doorway of their craft stood Xander Harris. The lad was quite the sight with his military pants and duffel bag, his canvas shirt and the wide-brimmed hat he was wearing. Still, his most startling feature remained the missing eye. Hammond was quite sure he'd have been shocked too if he hadn't known what to expect.

After a long moment of letting the group stare at him, Xander finally broke the silence. "Hello there, Dr. Hammond. I believe you and Wood agreed I'd meet you here." There was a faint hint of dislike in the man's voice, but John wasn't sure if it was for him or Wood. Ah well, the lad was meant to protect Alexis, not Hammond himself.

"Welcome aboard, Mr. Harris. Or may I call you Xander?"

The man frowned a bit at the familiarity. "Xander's okay, I suppose." He then turned to the archaeologists and the mathematician as if Hammond had ceased to exist. "I'm Xander Harris." The others smiled genially.

"Doctor Alan Grant, paleontology."

"Doctor Ellie Sattler, paleobotany."

"Doctor Ian Malcolm, chaotician."

An eyebrow raised. "Chaos theory, eh? An old friend of mine one called me the living embodiment of the butterfly flapping its wings…"

Malcolm snorted. "That's an interesting point of view. I'd love to hear why he came to think that…"

"She, actually. As for why, I have a tendency to do seemingly inconsequential things that have bigger consequences then most could imagine."

Tired of being ignored, Gennaro stepped in. "Donald Gennaro, representing Mr. Hammond's investors."

A cool look appeared in Xander's eye, causing Hammond to back away in shock. "Gennaro you say? Of Wolfram and Hart?"

The lawyer was thrown off guard. "Why yes? How did you know that?"

Xander's lip curled into a snarl. "Your firm has quite a reputation, Mr. Gennaro. I met briefly with Lindsey McDonald when he was reassigned to Wolfram and Hart Cairo. Let's just say I made it a point to keep track of your people after that experience."

Sensing the uncomfortable amount of hatred that seemed to rapidly be growing, Sattler attempted to diffuse the situation. "Dr. Hammond mentioned you're going to be instructing his granddaughter. In what, exactly?"

Xander turned a bright smile on Ellie. "Survivalism and self-defence. Some of it standard and some of it very much non-standard. I come highly recommended, or so I hear…"

Happy birthday to me... And here is my August 15th entry.

I would not be disappointed to see a Xander/Ellie 'ship here.

Anyone who'd like to pick up this plot please drop me a line via the reviews and it'll all be yours.

Jasper