rareslash | Fanfiction post of the newcomer

Title: And that is Chaos (Pending Title)
Author: haruki_emishi
Pairing: Ian/Alan later on but for now it's introduction
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Author's Notes: This is a departure from the fanfiction I usually write. So I tried my best and especially to write at Ian's point of view.

There are times when you really wish common sense would kick in quicker. Where you can stop yourself from making some of the biggest mistakes in your life. However the variables were all there; the events as they panned out that set in motion the wheels which eventually led to the situation I found myself in now. The sound of insects buzzing around Dr. Grant and I was starting to grate slowly on my nerves but, not half as much as I was annoyed with him, or myself getting back into this mess. The overgrown mess of trail ahead of us had no end in sight, and any signs that would have led us to a visitor's center were gone. Dr. Grant told me that we had to rely on our gut instinct to get us safely back.

. . .You know I recalled the last time that was said, people ended up dropping like flies.

Still I digress, the excursion as a whole as always would not have ended up so horribly if not for people getting too nosy. Everyone starts out with the idea to come in here 'safely' and come out intact. What they don't stop to consider are the possible malfunctions in equipment, the lack of proper resources to defend themselves, that one guy who screws up almost all the time, and the chance that dinosaurs near the shoreline may just kill you.
   "Um, uh Alan I think we might have passed the shoreline back that way." I pointed out for the fifth time during this trek. However, he was too far ahead to pay me any mind. As usual no one cares to listen. I thought to myself pulling my glasses off to the clean them so I could see better. He was up ahead of me a ways peering carefully through bushes, and over the huge trunks of fallen trees. I honestly didn't see how sticking your head around the brush could prove to be any safer.
"Ian come here and tell me if you see something." He called over gesturing for me to walk closer. I headed over and climbed up onto the rotting log and peered into the trees. If there was something spectacular to look at I sure as hell wasn't seeing it.
"What am I looking for?" I inquired.
"There" he pointed to the underbrush my eyes following, "do you see a building there?"
"If you want my professional opinion then no. However, if you'd much rather I be optimistic it looks slightly like a building." I answered in my half mocking tone. Showing more of my dismay at our predicament in general.
"Don't be a smart ass Ian." He snapped lightly and climbed over the log. There was a soft thud as he landed on the mud sodden ground.
"Do you think it's such a good idea to go barreling over there?" I started climbing over carefully, "I mean if you don't recall our last excursion here." Dr. Grant did nothing more to acknowledge my comment except with a small wave of his hand. I sighed and rubbed my forehead a little following along slowly behind him.

    This phantom structure Dr. Grant swore he saw around an hour ago had yet to appear in our path. Hands in my pants pockets I quickened my steps to walk alongside him. The man was quiet but his eyes and ears were tuned into the things around him.
   "I told you this was--"
   "Yes I know Ian, you were right." He commented rather quickly, as if hoping I wouldn't catch that last part. I couldn't help but let myself grin a little bit.
"Hm? What was that Dr. Grant I don't think I heard you."
"It was nothing." He replied swiftly wanting to drop the subject right away. The sky started to get darker and darker has the time passed on. If we didn't find shelter by nightfall we would be sitting ducks for the predators. Raptors especially who weren't at too much of a disadvantage during the night as I had learned. What had surprised me the most however wasn't the lack of concern for our limbs. It was the lack of seeing any Dinosaurs roaming around. Not that their absence caused me any great dismay, the bastards could be gone with if you really want to know the truth. It was just that we had been walking for what was probably nine or more miles and not a one. Perhaps the occasional calling of a Pterodactyl over in the clouds somewhere but thankfully away from us.
"Do you think Ellie tried to contact us?" Dr. Grant looked over at me.
"Probably, and on more than one instance." I couldn't help but think that she probably set off to find us. Now this was turning into another rescue mission.
"We'll see if there is a phone in here, and I'll get in touch with her that way. Ian you look spaced is something wrong?" He took his handkerchief out and dotted his brow.
"You know that has probably got to be the worst question I've heard all day." I could see him shake his head from the corner of my eyes, and mutter something about being irritable. Well I was pretty sure anybody would be a little on edge of they knew at any moment their limbs could be torn off. Suddenly, he stopped and held is arm out to get me to follow suit. I did and held my breath for a moment looking around, listening. What was it he heard or saw that I had missed?
"Water..." He said quietly looking around for the source of this noise.
"Now Alan it may not be the ocean." I murmured looking around nervously still. Where there was water there were animals being it was a viable resource. If it were herbivores that meant that in no time flat there would be their predators. He shush me and took a few careful steps off the beaten path and parted the limbs of a low tree. I watched him briefly and looked over my shoulder.
"Ian, down this hill here is the shore, and off to the side there see that? A building?" He grinned, obviously relieved by the sight of something other than plant life. I would have joined in his relief if it had not been for the sudden lurching nervousness in the pit of my stomach.
"Alan ..." I said quietly.
"What is it?" He stopped going down and looked back at me.
"Run..." I suddenly took off down the hill as fast as my legs were able to carry me. My gut instinct didn't fail me thankfully because pursuing us were a mess of Oviraptors. Dr. Grant and I hurdled over low lying branches, and fallen trees that littered the hill. At the angle we were running down now I wasn't going to be the least bit surprised if us or the Dinosaurs didn't go tumbling down breaking something. Next was my biggest question; when we made it to the shore could we outrun them to the building?

. . . As far away as it looked I assumed not.

Though between allowing myself to be eaten, and attempting to make it to safety I put safety first. The last stretch of the hill curved too steep, and my balance was lost as I crashed onto the sand and twigs below. I winced a little bit and tried to push myself up on my arms, not allowing a second wasted that those things could use to jump on me.
"Ian!" Dr. Grant turned around dashed over to get me up quickly. The Oviraptors let out a piercing screech and jumped down onto the sand behind us. I turned on my back and scooted away as quickly as I could. Dr. Grant slowly backed up, not taking his eyes away from the four. I took a deep breath and glanced towards the building over towards the trees.
   "Alan ..." I whispered.
   "Hn?" He glanced down at me but, quickly turning his attentions to our hunters.
   "When I say go we make a break for it over there okay?" I kept my eyes on the large green animal in front of me. He nodded and I got myself ready to jump up and sprint.
   "1..." I slowly and barely noticeably started to position myself more upright, " 2....3!" I jumped up and sprint across the beach as fast as my legs could carry me. My feet pounded into the sand and I prayed that this wasn't going to be as wasted effort. Dr. Grant wasn't too far behind me as I could hear his heavy breathing as he ran. We reached the metallic door and I turned the knob, locked.
   "Shit, just our luck." I looked up and then over towards a stack of abandoned crates. Dr. Grant got my idea and jumped there and started onto the roof. I jumped up right behind him and kicked the boxes over behind me so as not to give the raptors a chance to find a way up. I sat back on the top looking down at them and felt my headache slowly creep it's way back.
    "Is there a way inside from up here?" Dr. Grant asked to no one in particular. I could tell by the way he was murmuring behind me. My hands knocked against the heated metal of the roof carefully, searching for a hollow metal plate.
    "Any luck?" He called over to me, poking his hands between the metal, looking for a crack.
    "Not yet." I heaved a loose one aside and carefully looked through the cracks. A draft spurred up from between two other plates near me making them clatter a little bit. Grasping the edges of the metal I carefully pulled them up and out of the way the best I could. Down below us around the enclosure I could hear the raptors calling to one another, they were planning. I knew not to underestimate them especially when it came to problem solving.
    "is it clear?" Dr. Grant asked me crawling carefully over. Did he really expect me to stick my head down into the room to check it's safety? I peered in slowly and looked around at all possible doorways, and windows that would allow the raptors access inside. Nothing, everything appeared to be tightly secure except for this rickety roof. I gave him the thumbs up and made my way in feet first, feeling around for a support beam or a box to get a good footing on. My boot hit a hard wooden object and I moved a little to look in, good it was a crate. Hanging by one arm and keeping my foot on the box I reached to a support column and jumped over. Dr. Grant soon followed my lead after I was securely down on the floor. My nose crinkled a little bit and I looked around. The air was thick, hot, and it smelled unpleasantly like decay and old food near where I was standing.
    "Now to find a phone or a radio, help me look Ian." He commanded and started to cautiously move objects, and other papers off and around the tables and file cabinets.
    "Oh no I was just going to stand here and watch." I threw back sarcastically and went across to the other side of the room.
    "Any luck?"
    "Not on my end Alan, you?"
    "Nothing." I could hear him walk across to another area of the room. I took my glasses off again and wiped the dust off them. A high security storage that didn't have any sort of phone or radio? I found this a little too strange by my standards. Unless of course the both of us had miscalculated and this was not the building we were searching for. If that were the case the facility we hoped to find was half way across the island the way we came from.

. . . That would be just my luck, our luck, who's ever lack of luck it was.

Two hours of careful searching and barricading to make sure the raptors didn't get in and we didn't have results. What we did have was hunger, and the irritability of an Irish Stock Broker. I sat across the room against a wall trying to stave off the unbearable humidity. Fumbling slightly with the buttons of my black shirt I unbuttoned about four and sighed hoping it would help. Even with my creed to not conform to the superficial norm of today's society, it was now I wondered why I had to choose black of all colors. Oh sure there was white and gray but I didn't have the foresight to put one of those colors on today.
   "You know Alan I have to say we should all stop spending our vacations like this. You know, whatever happened to cruises or going to places like Florida?" I mused aloud stretching my legs out.
   "Ian no one put a gun to your head forcing you to come here." He replied in the exhausted tone that told me he didn't want to hear my opinion. It's like I tell so many other people, you don't want my opinion but I am here to give it anyway.
   "Not physically no but, it's still the concept of the act when talking me into going."
   "As brilliant as you claim I wouldn't think that just talking could get you on suicide missions."

. . . Well he got me there.

   "True, but it also is another way to pay the bills you know." I threw back trying to focus on something other than heat.
   "Look I don't feel like arguing about this." He shifted his weight on one of the crates and took his hat off.
   "No one was arguing ..." I retorted calmly and pulled my shoes off. If I kept my feet cool perhaps the rest of my body would cool off gradually. However it wouldn't do too much good given if we didn't get more water within a few hours or less we would dehydrate.