A/N: Recently blasted into the past by re-watching the first season of Land of the Lost and came up with this … because I felt like Rick needed some.
Jenna Earnhardt wondered where the heck she was as she glanced through her helmet visor at the strange horizon in front of her.
Her parachute dangling from a tree, she was suspended several feet off the ground. She sighed.
If she unhitched her harness, she would surely break her fall by breaking a limb or two. If she attempted to swing herself to higher ground, she might get more entangled.
However, she noticed, if she stayed where she was, she could get eaten by the monsters roaming in the distance. She squinted at them with horrifying realization they were in fact dinosaurs … which couldn't be possible, she reasoned.
How could I have landed in Jurassic Park? Is that even real? Where the hell am I? Her mind raced for a solution.
Focus, she told herself, as fingered the edge of her helmet to remove it.
Suddenly she noticed movement below.
A dark curly-haired man in what appeared to be a khaki uniform of some sort peered up at her.
"Thanks for the assist," Jenna said, her helmet under one arm and the remnants of her harness and parachute under the other.
"I'd ask how you got up there, but I already know the answer," Rick Marshall stated as he re-hoisted his red pack on his back and collected his water jugs from the riverside.
"Good. Then maybe you can enlighten me, because I sure as heck don't," Jenna retorted.
Rick gave her a half-smile.
"You came through a time doorway," he said, "landing in this dimension from wherever you began your flight."
Jenna stared at him a moment, her mind awhirl.
"You're telling me I've teleported into another universe where dinosaurs roam?" she exclaimed.
"Yes," he replied. "It's like a prehistoric Earth. Where's home for you?"
"I'm originally from Kansas," Jenna said, "but I was flying out of Buckley Air Force Base by the Devil's Tower when the jet system suddenly warped. One moment I'm over Wyoming and the next I'm being ejected …"
Rick nodded sympathetically.
"I'm from Indiana. My kids and I were rafting the Colorado River when we went over a waterfall and woke up here …" he said right as Grumpy roared nearby. "Listen, let's get back to the cave before that tyrannosaurus rex decides to have us for supper."
Jenna didn't have to be told twice as she sprinted after Rick.
"So where are your kids?" Jenna asked between mouthfuls of soup. "They playing outside in the jungle?"
A look of sadness passed over Rick's face and he paused eating.
"My daughter Holly died last summer when she unintentionally got too close to one of the dinosaurs. She had made one of the smaller ones a pet she named Dopey and his adoptive mother Emily stampeded after she got spooked. Holly happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."
Jenna held her breath as Rick continued.
"My son Will blamed himself for not watching out for Holly. He slowly descended into madness, and I tried to keep tabs on him, but one night while I was asleep, he snuck out of the cave without any supplies. I looked everywhere for him for days; I can only assume he either entered one of the dozens of hidden cavern systems on this planet or tumbled into the crevasse."
"I don't know what to say other than I'm sorry for your loss and your pain, Rick," Jenna softly said. "I can't imagine that kind of heartache."
"Thank you," he said, giving her another half-smile. "I feel like it would be a dishonor to them if I give up and don't keep trying to get home. So I soldier on."
She nodded and went back to eating in silence.
"You can use Will's sleeping bag," Rick offered when night fell.
"Thanks," Jenna murmured as she sat down on it and untied her boots. She unzipped her green military flight suit and shrugged out of it. She noted as she scooted into the sleeping bag that all she had were literally the clothes on her back; she was utterly at the mercy of park ranger Rick Marshall and whatever this godforsaken land threw at her.
She closed her eyes in despair.
Despite the unfairness and seemingly hopelessness of the situation, Jenna had little time to dwell on it. Rick engaged her with his daily routine between surviving and searching for a way back to Earth as he knew it or perhaps as she knew it. She gathered they'd go through whichever Earth portal the pylons presented to simply escape this planet.
Even though five decades technically separated them, she was only six years younger than him. He didn't seem phased by her and her strong sense of self. She had no qualms speaking her mind and they were fairly matched in smarts. He even introduced her to his Sleestak friend Enik who also didn't seem intimidated by an opinionated female pilot from the future.
Rick insisted on laundry day in one of the closed cave pools. She protested that she had nothing else to wear, so he loaned her his lone t-shirt and swim trunks; he would wear Will's swim trunks.
They ended up splashing around and swimming more than washing, but Rick didn't seem to mind. She could tell he was enjoying himself and probably hadn't smiled like that in a while.
Jenna felt like a gangly teenager when he assisted her out of the pool.
She kissed him before she realized what she was doing. She immediately pulled away in embarrassment, but Rick slid a hand behind her neck, tangling his hand in her auburn hair, and pulled her close to kiss her back. Soon they were breathless by the time they broke apart.
"It's been a long time since I've done that," he whispered, blushing.
She merely smiled at him as she shyly touched her lips.
They found themselves sitting close to each other at mealtimes after that. Sometimes she would lean into him or he would casually rest an arm over her shoulders.
Eventually it transpired into them unzipping their respective sleeping bags and using one as a bed and the other as a comforter to cuddle under as they slept.
Rushing into the cave, soaking wet from the afternoon thunderstorm, the two of them laughed as they stumbled toward the fire pit.
"Hurry up, Marshall," Jenna playfully chastised him as she sat down and begun peeling off her boots and socks.
"Hold your horses, Earnhardt," Rick responded as he sparked his lighter over the kindling. He too then followed suit and peeled off his own boots and socks.
They both automatically shucked their damp pants and shirts, spreading them out over boulders to dry. It was the first time they had actually undressed in front of each other.
Jenna tried not to stare at Rick's chest and the small thatch of dark hair trailing into his boxers. She swallowed.
Likewise, Rick was trying not to gaze at Jenna's breasts tucked in that satin blue bra or the matching panties above those long slender legs. He cleared his throat.
The heat in the cave seemed to get hotter when they sat down by the fire next to each other.
"Rick," she said just as he said, "Jenna," and their lips collided without another word.
He wasted no time gathering her to himself and carrying her to the bed, shoving aside the comforter before laying her down.
He fumbled with her bra but managed to get it removed so he could kiss her throat, between her breasts, and down to her stomach. She writhed underneath him, clutching at his curls.
Rick lifted his head long enough to look at her for permission to continue and Jenna nodded. He pulled her panties off and buried his face between her thighs. She cried out when his tongue swept over her clit. She nearly came.
Jenna tugged at his hair, demanding him to stop. With a final lick, Rick quickly removed his boxers before crawling over her.
Once again he sought her permission before pushing in and sinking deep inside her. They both moaned upon joining. While she had until recently had a boyfriend, he hadn't been with anyone since the death of his wife years ago.
Jenna slid her legs around his hips as Rick thrust into her in a steady rhythm. Their grunts and breathy sighs were the only sounds for several moments.
"I'm afraid I'm not going to last long," he groaned into her neck.
"Neither am I," she gritted as she felt the climax building. She clung to his shoulders and locked her ankles when the first wave of pleasure tore through her.
Her body clenching his drove him to peak too. He strained against her, crying out her name. He braced his arms to keep from completely crushing her. She welcomed his weight.
Rick eventually found the strength to move and rolled off of her. Once he could find his voice again, he apologized.
"I'm sorry, Jenna. I should have pulled out. This is no place to raise another child," he lamented.
Jenna turned her head and glanced at him, her brows furrowed.
"No need to apologize, Rick. I have an IUD," she said. He looked confused.
"It's a form of birth control that goes inside the uterus. We have a good five years before we have to worry about pregnancy," she kidded. His face relaxed.
Like newlyweds, they couldn't seem to get enough of each other. They made it through the day's chores with frequent glances and subtle touches, but had made a pact no lovemaking outside of the cave due to possible unknown threats.
This time Jenna urged him onto his back and straddled his lap.
Rick adoringly gazed up at her, not questioning her desire to be in control.
She palmed his thick erection then rubbed his tip across her wet entrance to ready him, before sinking down on him to the hilt. She gasped at the fullness she felt taking him in this way.
Jenna steadied her hands on his taut abdomen while Rick grasped either side of her hips. She rode him, slow at first and then harder and faster, the sound of their skin slapping echoing throughout the cave.
She reached out and pressed a hand to the cave wall beside them for leverage as he bucked up into her. She soon threw her head back with a whine, her inner walls clamping his cock.
He shouted as he came, coating her womb with his seed. She continued to rock on him, shuttering with aftershocks of pleasure before collapsing onto his chest.
Eventually she moved off him and curled into his side. He yanked the comforter over them to protect against the night air.
"Did your wife ever ride you?" Jenna murmured. She couldn't see it, but she could tell Rick was blushing by his voice.
"She preferred missionary style," he muttered.
"Well then, you're in for a treat, because I like a lot of styles," she joked.
He didn't answer but she knew he was grinning.
They were sound asleep, Rick's face buried at the nape of her neck and an arm tightly wrapped around her ribcage, when Jenna stirred.
She sensed another presence in their cave and cracked her eyelids enough to see a shape standing near the fire pit.
"Rick, there's an intruder here," she hissed as she pushed at his hip to wake him.
He instantly snapped awake and rolled her onto her stomach, his body protectively covering hers.
"Identify yourself!" he ordered.
"Do not be alarmed, Rick Marshall. I am not here to harm you or your mate. I come bearing news about the time doorway to your world," a raspy voice said.
Rick immediately eased his hold on Jenna and rolled away to reach for his pants. He shimmed them on under the comforter before getting to his feet to greet Enik.
Jenna could hear snippets of "found the combination" and "home". She quickly reached for her shirt and Rick's boxers, shimmying into them before escaping the comforter and walking to them.
She slipped her hand into Rick's as they listened to Enik explain they should pack and get ready for the journey through an apparent Earth time doorway.
They glanced at each other. They were going home.