I was watching Jurassic Park with my family the other night and this plot bunny just kind of…happened. Obviously AU. No serial murderers here – just dinosaurs. Three drabbles, each focusing on a different set of characters trying to survive the night.

Note: Please don't ask me why there are dinosaurs on Harper's Island, because I can't give you a logical answer. They are there to kill and maim and destroy. That is all.

DISLCAIMER/WARNINGS: I do not own Harper's Island OR Jurassic Park. Title/lyrics are from "What People Are Made Of" by Modest Mouse. Rated for blood, death, gore, velociraptors, and language.


"You wound up on an island of shells and bones that bodies had left."


"What the hell was that thing?" Trish wants to know.

"I think it was a… you know…" Jimmy trails off, his voice disbelieving.

"Yeah, no shit." Shane fights the urge to roll his eyes. He can feel his heartbeat thumping erratically in his chest. His fingers are numb even as he wraps them tightly around the trigger.

"It was a velociraptor," Madison's small voice supplies helpfully. "Didn't you see the claws?"


"Well, it was."

"That's impossible," Henry says calmly, ever the voice of reason – but Shane knows what he saw -- and whatever it was, it definitely wasn't human.


His life's morphed into another pathetic Jurassic Park spinoff, and it stopped being funny a long time ago.

"What is that?" Danny's voice is asking. Sully tightens his grip on the shotgun, stepping back and shaking his head.

"I think it was Malcolm," he manages to say, unable to tear his gaze away from the twisted, mangled corpse.

Beside him, Booth retches.

"We have to get out of here," Danny says. He grabs Sully's sleeve, tugging his away from the grisly scene. "C'mon, Sully, let's go."

Blood's pooling out into the hall by the time he lets the door close.


She thinks she sees one, once, through the window. A flash of blood and scales and sudden death, and then nothing at all. None of this is real – it can't be.

Minutes drag into hours, the silence only punctuated by whispered questions and prayers, sudden exclamations of disbelief.

"This can't be happening," Cal says again and again. Abby wishes that was true – she wishes there was a way out of this mess, but she can hear a rumble in the distance, and the ground's shaking with each approaching footstep.

There's just no way around it – they're all going to die.


"And the one thing you taught me 'bout human beings was this: they ain't made of nothing but water and shit."