A/N;; this is something I have been working on for over a year now (was put on hold from late June until christmas because somehow my original DVD got lost – or stolen) and finally was motivated enough to type it up and make some changes. Please enjoy my additions to Jurassic Park 3 :]
The amazing JJ-Jefferu (aka Tyl3rrrrr twin) here, I did the proofing for this, so if there are any errors I take ALL the blame~
"Ray, please, just join us for dinner at least," my older sister pleaded with me.
"Fine, but I'm not making any promises about going to the island with you," I told her sternly and went back to my job.
"Thanks, sis; this means so much to me."
"Mhmm," I mumbled as I stacked books onto their proper shelves.
"Do you guys have Dr. Grant's book? I guess Paul and I should look over it before we go. Then we won't seem so...inexperienced."
"Amanda," I began harshly, then let out a sigh in frustration. "Look, you don't even know if he'll agree to go. Besides, Eric checked it out before he left. I'm sure you can find an online version on the internet."
Her eyes dropped to the ground and she began to pick at her nails. "Oh."
"I'm sorry, Amanda, I-"
"No, it's fine. I'll see you tonight," she interrupted and walked away without another glance.
As I watched my childhood role model walk out of the library doors, I tugged on my braid. It was always a nervous habit of ours that we could never seem to break. Unlike my sister, I grew mine out despite the habit and always kept it in a braid over my shoulder so as not to pull it out chunks at a time.
I walked into the restaurant and searched around for my sister, her ex-husband, and possibly Dr. Alan Grant.
"I could write all kinds of numbers on this check, Dr. Grant..." I heard Paul mutter as I neared a completely full booth. I held in the urge to scoff that was begging to come out. "Tell me," he continued. "What's it gonna take?"
"Hey, Amanda, Paul..." I interrupted and grabbed a chair from an empty table. "You must be Dr. Grant. I've read all your books," I said to the man closest to me on my left. "I'm Rachel, Amanda's sister."
"I'm Billy," the male on Dr. Grant's left exclaimed as he held out his hand for me to shake.
"Hi." I forced a smile upon my lips. I knew that if I were to blow Amanda and Paul's lies, then there would be absolutely no way that we would get my nephew back.
"Even with what I pay you, couldn't you afford a better bag?" I overheard Dr. Grant asking; whom I now assumed was his employee.
"No way. This one's lucky," Billy replied. I let out a slight chuckle. I never was one to be superstitious.
"A couple years ago," Billy continued. "Some buddies and I went hang gliding off these cliffs in New Zealand and this big updraft came and swept me right against the side, Wham!"
"Wow, that does sound lucky," Dr. Grant retorted sarcastically. If it hadn't been for the fact that I wasn't part of their conversation, I probably would have said the same thing.
"This strap alone saved my life," Billy continued as if Dr. Grant hadn't said a word. "Got hooked on a rock as I was falling,"
"Reverse Darwinism: survival of the most idiotic." At this point, I couldn't hold it in. I turned my head, looking outside the window as I laughed as quietly as I could into my hand.
"Alan, I want to thank you for bringing me along," Billy said with the utmost appreciation. I took this as my cue to stop eavesdropping.
I took out my Zune and a book and fell into my own world, but after a few moments I was surprisingly aware of Billy turning around in his seat. Pretending to seem bored, I set my book down and turned off my Zune. There was no way I could stay content with Mr. Arrogant in front of me.
"So how do you know the Kirby's?" he asked Cooper
"Uh, through our church," he lied. I rolled my eyes and went to look out the window again.
"You okay, Miss...uh, Rachel, right?" Billy turned his attention towards me.
"Yes and what's your name again?" I asked even though I was fully aware of what his name was.
He let out a fake gasp and clutched his chest. "I'm hurt." I raised my eyebrows at him as I struggled to keep a straight face.
"So, how do you know Dr. Grant? I don't recall you being mentioned in any of his books."
"I work for him, you know, digging up bones." He flashed me a smile.
"Mhmm, boring enough," I didn't know why I was acting this way towards him. Truth was, dinosaurs fascinated me more than anyone could imagine.
"And what's your occupation?"
"I'm a librarian."
"And you say my job's boring?" He scoffed and turned back around causing me to scoff back in irritation.
"Cooper, if you see anything, yell up," Udesky shouted back.
"Nah, I thought I'd keep it to myself," Cooper joked.
Dr. Grant looked amazed with the dinosaurs and began to act as guide. It amazed me how gullible some people were, but then again Dr. Grant didn't know the Kirby's personally so how would he know that we were really here looking for someone?
"Udesky, Nash, do you see anything up there?" Paul asked semi-frantically.
"Nothing yet, Mr. Kirby," Udesky replied.
Dr. Grant continued his 'guiding', but was soon interrupted by Nash. "Mr. Kirby, we have a landing strip ahead. You want me to put it down?"
"No, no. I told you, I want to circle first, see the whole island."
I smacked my palm against my forehead and let out a small groan. From this point on, I knew it was going to just go down hill. As if on cue, Dr. Grant began to panic and argue with Paul's decision. "What do you mean 'set it down'? You can't land here."
"I told you this was a bad idea, Amanda," I shouted to my sister.
"You knew about this?" Billy questioned me.
"What are you talking about?" Dr. Grant continued.
"Hold on. I can explain," my ex-brother-in-law tried to reassure Dr. Grant.
"You cannot land on this island."
"It's gonna be fine. You just don't understand," Amanda piped in.
"Are you crazy?"
"Sit down, please."Cooper stood up from his seat and made his way to Dr. Grant.
"Dr. Grant, will you please sit down?" Everyone was out of their seats trying to get Dr. Grant to listen, but he wasn't given any more time to cooperate; Cooper took his opportunity and punched him in the back of the head.
I shifted my blue eyes around the plane to find my sister whom was picking at the collar of her shirt. It took everything in my power to keep my hands away from my braid. Ever since Eric became MIA I had to stay strong for my sister, it was the only way I could comfort and reassure her.
A/N;; hope you enjoyed and I do have a special thanks to my twin for proofing. I love her no matter how long it takes this girl to proof my things...! Anyways, please R&R and friend me on my fanfiction facebook, Sweet-T Fanfiction where I am trying to post daily updates on any of my stories. I should also be posting pictures of my (not so good) drawings of any of my own characters to any of my stories.