Disclaimer: I do not own Touched By An Angel. I do not own Jurassic Park. :)
A/N: I was going to make this another story because it's told from Andrew's point of view instead of Frances', but decided it made more sense this way. Just clarifying that Frances has not been turned into an Angel of Death all of a sudden. :)
"Get the kids!"
"Get rid of the flare!"
"Get the kids!"
"Get rid of the flare!"
He did, but not in time. The dinosaur picked him up in its jaws and threw him aside. I turned my attention to Donald, the lawyer, motionless, terrified.
I could almost feel his fear and pain as the Tyrannosaur lifted him. I could hear the crunching of bones, his screams as the T-Rex's teeth ripped him apart.
It was all over in a matter of seconds.
I somehow kept my attention away from Ian, from Alan and the kids, and from the other angel a little ways back. There was someone who needed me now.
"Donald," I said, "It's time to go home."
When you walk down the road, heavy burden, heavy load, I will rise, and I will walk with you. 'Til the sun don't even shine, every time, I tell you, I'll walk with you. Believe me, I'll walk with you.
I stared after the Jeep as it started down the road. "We're not done, are we?" my companion, a Search-and-Rescue rookie named Frances, asked.
She could've been assigned something a little easier for her first time. Something more normal, routine, usual. But the Father had other plans.
"No, we're not," I said. We followed the Jeep back to the building. I placed my hand gently on Ian's forehead and everything faded.
We were in the woods, near a waterfall. Ian, Frances, and I were sitting on the rocks.
Ian blinked a few times, taking everything in. "I used to come here as a kid," he said.
I nodded. Somehow the tall man's simple, single-color way of dressing helped him blend in with this place. It was no wonder that he liked it.
"Andrew," I said, extending my hand. He shook it firmly.
"Ian Malcolm. How'd I get here?"
"Do you believe in God, Ian?"
"My present situation would be a little hard to accept if I didn't. You two are . . . angels, then."
"And I'm not really here, then?"
"Part of you is."
"All right. What happens now? Am I alive?"
He felt his leg. "But the dinosaur . . ."
"Your body is back at the park," Frances said.
"You seem very calm about the situation you're in," Frances noted.
Ian looked at me questioningly. "She hasn't worked around humans much," I explained.
"Well, she certainly picked the right place to start," he joked.
"I agree. Nothing reveals human personality so much as when they are faced with a choice like yours."
Ian leaned back against a rock. "I assume you mean jumping out of that car and distracting the Rex. I didn't come to this island to play hero, Andrew. I was invited. I knew the possible risks. Lex and Tim didn't. Can you say you wouldn't have tried to protect them?"
I smiled. "I was warned you didn't speak plain English."
Ian laughed. I was glad he was taking it like this. "You see that rock, Andrew?"
"Yeah, that. When I was five, I slipped and fell off that rock. Got washed downriver quite a ways, broke my left arm and cracked a few ribs. You know why?"
"A turtle had fallen into the water. I climbed out onto the rocks trying to save it even though I'd been warned not to go out there. For days, I couldn't think about anything but the turtle: Was the turtle alive? Was it okay? Had it broken any of its arms?" Ian laughed. "Two weeks later, I came back out here, and guess what I saw."
"The turtle?" Frances guessed.
"The turtle. And her babies. One of them fell into the water, paddled a little, and climbed back onto the rock. The mother didn't even panic." He shook his head. "Most amazing thing I ever saw."
I smiled. I'd been told about Ian's cheerful nature. None of what I'd heard was an exaggeration. "So how long do we stay here?" he asked, crossing his legs.
"Not very long. Dr. Harding is working hard to bring you around."
Ian smiled. "Wonderful. My life is in the hands of a dinosaur veterinarian."
"No," I said between laughter. "Your life is in the best hands of all, Ian. He saved you that day on the river. And He loves you."
"I guess if he didn't, I wouldn't be here." He paused, and was suddenly serious. "I saw what happened to Gennaro." I only nodded. "Why would the Rex eat him and not me?"
"I don't know, Ian. But there's nothing you could've done for Donald. And he's in the best place ever now."
"I should've run the other way."
"Into the fence? Or towards the kids? Sort of self-defeating, don't you think?" Frances commented.
Ian smiled. "That's something you'll have to learn about humans, Frances. We have a tendency to dwell a little too much on the 'what ifs.' What if we'd stayed a little longer with the Triceratops? What if the power had stayed on for just one more minute? What if we hadn't put the goat there before to lure the T-Rex? Would he even have come?" He shook his head. "Little things. Butterflies. But they make a difference."
"Butterflies," I nodded. "What if you hadn't gone out on that river when you were five? Would you have had the courage it took for you and Dr. Grant to step out of that car?"
Ian smiled. "I have to take you back now," I said. "I should probably warn you; you hurt your right leg pretty badly. There's only so much they can do for the pain."
"And you're telling me this because . . ."
"I thought I should warn you, help you be a little more prepared."
"I'll consider myself warned, then."
Everything faded again. We were back in the building. Ian was lying on the bed, just beginning to come around. "Oops," I said. I'd forgotten something.
"What is it?" Frances asked.
"I forgot to warn him about the effects of the painkillers. He'll be pretty delirious when he comes around."
"He'll find out soon enough," Frances assured me.
I nodded. "You can't prepare for everything. Parts of life are surprises."
Frances smiled. "Butterflies."