Chapter Two
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rareslashTitle: And that is Chaos Theory
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haruki_emishi
Pairing: Ian/Alan
Fandom: Jurassic Park
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: I have yet to indulge in the sexual aspect of the fic as of now. Though every good fic has a plot that leads to the good stuff right? Don't worry the third chapter is where the other fun really starts. I am just setting up the playing field for now.
Author:
haruki_emishiPairing: Ian/Alan
Fandom: Jurassic Park
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: I have yet to indulge in the sexual aspect of the fic as of now. Though every good fic has a plot that leads to the good stuff right? Don't worry the third chapter is where the other fun really starts. I am just setting up the playing field for now.
I must have fallen asleep because by the time I awoke the room was dark. Only dimly lit by the moonlight seeping through the clouds and cracks in the roof. My first instinct was the check that any of my body parts were in fact still on my person. My second was to make sure Dr. Grant wasn't missing any of his own either. We were both fine but I couldn't help but get the feeling that he hadn't gotten much sleep unlike myself.
"Did you stay up?" I murmured sleepily, getting my mind back on track.
"Off and on, wanted to make sure those bastards couldn't get in here." He replied and the sound of fatigue was apparent in this voice. I yawned a little bit and stretched my arms out working the kinks from my muscles.
"Look, get to sleep I'll keep watch now." I stood up and paced around the dirt ridden floor for a few minutes. Outside in the distance I heard the echo of a roar, thankfully none too close. The silence in the room lasted for only the next four minutes and Dr. Grant grunted slightly as he stood up as well. After all of this was said and done one of us, both of us may need to go and see a psychiatrist. The last time I had returned to normal civilian life after the fact I found myself skittish, especially when someone came up behind me and tapped me on the arm or shoulder. Since then I have had to warn people that they should, if possible, approach me from the front or even the side.
"Do you think she's okay? Ellie that is." Dr. Grant stood next to me glancing out a half obscured window.
"Can't really say, but if she's as tenacious as she says, which I can tell she is, then she'll be fine." I shrugged a little bit and drummed my fingers along the wooden crate. As if a light bulb went off above my head I looked from the crate and out of the window curiously.
"What is it Ian?"
"Boat, they may try to circle the island by boat." I looked over at him. His eyes got slightly wide and he nodded a little bit and looked outside now too.
"That makes sense, why didn't I think about it before?" He half cursed himself for the lack of consideration. I let out a small chuckle and pat him on the shoulder.
"Well when you're busy trying not to get disemboweled it's easy to forget these things." He turned and looked at him with a small chuckle shaking his head. Okay, so it appeared that things were starting to turn in our direction after all however I still kept other variables in mind. Such as they may have landed on the other side of the island and were nowhere near us as of yet. Or that they passed by here once before we even made it here, saw no one, and went about their merry little way. I carefully moved some of the overgrown plants away from the window. Nothing was out there which led me to believe the raptors had all but given up probably suspecting we died. I wanted to suggest going out there and inspecting the shoreline but in case those overgrown lizards, excuse me birds, were smarter than I thought I wasn't going to risk it. I could feel my anxiousness build back up in the pit of my stomach and I fumbled with my wallet still in my pocket. I could feel Dr. Grant looking at me inquiringly as I opened the leather bound object and looked at a picture.
"What are you doing?" He finally decided to ask since he couldn't see because of the dark.
"Hn, what? Oh, ah I'm just looking over something in my wallet." I replied slightly hasty. He must have taken my answer as cue not to ask anymore but, it wasn't like I actually cared if he did.
"My kids, " I said and he looked over at me, "I was just looking at a picture of my kids."
"How are they by the way?"
"They're all doing pretty good I'd imagine. Kelly she's a good kid but she's been a little sour at me lately. Not that I can say I blame her too much." I stuck my wallet back in my pocket and let out another sigh. This was going to be a long and tiring night I could tell. If we only had working equipment in here then finding rescue probably wouldn't be taking this long. However, nothing ever worked out precisely to the dot. You set a plan up, go through with half of it, an unknown variable makes it's self known, or maybe even the independent variable that influenced the other. Either way nothing every goes completely according to plan and this Alan should have known going into this. No use lecturing him on his mistake though, it wouldn't do either of us any good except end up in fisticuffs. The moment definitely felt like one of those awkward silences shared between people. Neither one of us really had much else to say except ways to get out, and the occasional 'are you still alive' question. I resided myself to falling back asleep again and hoping, just hoping that someone would see this place from the ocean, and clue in that people may just be in here. If not we would be wandering this island for god knows how long looking for more chances out. Even if we get across the island alive, we couldn't be sure that what we were looking for was even there to begin with. Then, there was always the chance that one of us or both of us would end up dead. I shuddered inwardly to myself at the thought. It wasn't just the concept of being eaten that gave me chills, it was the fact I could wind up alone in this hellhole.
. . .So I had to make sure to stay alive right?
"No Ian. " I would say to myself, "you've been here before, you've out run Raptors and a T-rex you can survive." That was the motivational pep talk I kept giving myself over and over again. The whole feeling would last for about ten minutes, and then my cynicism would kick right back in. That pessimistic voice in the back of my head saying we could die, and that it was possible no one would find us and presume the both of us dead. You know coming at a crossroads, at a conflict with yourself is a very strange feeling I should tell you.
"Then when it gets light out we go to the shore then?" Dr. Grant asked me taking a seat near by. I looked over and nodded.
"Sounds like an idea to me." I replied simply and nervously. To the shore, rescued, and back to civilization where if you end up down the wrong road no one will eat you, as far as I know. Dr. Grant took a seat next to me and fumbled with is handkerchief to wipe his brow.
"Still looking for the next ex missus Malcolm?" I heard the laugh in his voice and I couldn't help but chuckle a little myself.
"Yeah, they get rather hard to find after a while." I quipped back and placed my hand on my forehead momentarily. I felt a headache starting to come about from all the stress finally wanting to reach it's breaking point with me.
"Maybe you're looking too hard." He commented casually. I looked over at him and quirked a brow. Was he trying to be sardonic with me?
"If you are trying to be sarcastic you almost have it. See what you need to do is sit like so, " I sat upright with a funny expression on my face, " and move your hands about in this sort of manner. Oh and don't forget the inflection of your voice." He looked at him then started to laugh patting my shoulder shaking his head while he did so.
"Ian there are times I want to kill you, and times you amuse the hell out of me."
"Glad someone here is amused." I reminded him passively of my annoyance. Bemused I entertained the thought that if we weren't saved, then we would probably ending up killing each other by the end of this. That or the event as a whole would allow one of us to better tolerate the other. Either way I didn't know if it was my mind beginning to snap, or the stress in general but something was starting to look good. A way to alleviate my pent up frustration; stress. A way out of the hell at the moment and just even an hour, few minutes of bliss. Morphine was one of the many ways I came to find that was good for numbing pain. Although that just made me sound like a druggie, and I wasn't about to tread those waters. Then there was the best stress reliever any higher power could give us, sex. There was something about two people heated up like that which made everything better for an hour or so. With all the stress I had to deal with on a daily basis, whether it be Professor bureaucracy, or the mixed emotions I got from people on the street about my book. I found that aside from doing what I enjoyed in the math field, that sex was the next best thing on the list. However there was a bit of a problem with this.
1. There were no women in sight, and if it were Dr. Sattler she was taken by Dr. Grant
2. The island is a turn off personally.
3. The guy next to me wasn't looking promising, and I didn't go that way anyway.
Those three things right there clarified for me I was to go without until I got out, if I ever did. At this point though the irrational part of my mind wanted to throw some caution to the wind. When you are about to die, or at least you think you are, you really do not want to have any regrets. And more often than not ANYTHING and I do mean anything looks good to you in the spur of the moment. However that was the problem I had facing me right now. Doing things spur of the moment always annoyed me. I mean I suppose that goes against the Chaos Theory I study so hard on but, the non-professional side of myself, the me before I got into Chaos Theory hated doing things just because. No thought, no proper planning, just doing something because it can be done. I suppose that would make me slightly anal retentive but, my personal belief had always been it would save me some grief in the end. Though I think it was my inability to seize the moment sometimes, and take life as it came to me in stride that ruined two of my marriages. Now hardly seemed like the time to start thinking back on what could have been. But, with nothing better to do and the future looking a bit bleak right now it seemed appropriate in a way. I looked over briefly to Dr. Grant and wondered what was going through his head. Survival first and foremost I had to assume given his personality. Second was probably what we may face if rescue doesn't happen.
"We could make a raft out of trees." I decided to add in for some light humor.
"I'd like to see this happen." He replied to me obviously not entertaining the thought. I took it as my cue to remain silent for the next few minutes to an hour. After all people have personally told me there is only so much of me they are able to stand for more than they have to. I got myself comfortable and removed my glasses setting them next to me. I suppose I could stand to sleep for a few more hours, after all there was nothing better for the either of us to do at this time.
"Did you stay up?" I murmured sleepily, getting my mind back on track.
"Off and on, wanted to make sure those bastards couldn't get in here." He replied and the sound of fatigue was apparent in this voice. I yawned a little bit and stretched my arms out working the kinks from my muscles.
"Look, get to sleep I'll keep watch now." I stood up and paced around the dirt ridden floor for a few minutes. Outside in the distance I heard the echo of a roar, thankfully none too close. The silence in the room lasted for only the next four minutes and Dr. Grant grunted slightly as he stood up as well. After all of this was said and done one of us, both of us may need to go and see a psychiatrist. The last time I had returned to normal civilian life after the fact I found myself skittish, especially when someone came up behind me and tapped me on the arm or shoulder. Since then I have had to warn people that they should, if possible, approach me from the front or even the side.
"Do you think she's okay? Ellie that is." Dr. Grant stood next to me glancing out a half obscured window.
"Can't really say, but if she's as tenacious as she says, which I can tell she is, then she'll be fine." I shrugged a little bit and drummed my fingers along the wooden crate. As if a light bulb went off above my head I looked from the crate and out of the window curiously.
"What is it Ian?"
"Boat, they may try to circle the island by boat." I looked over at him. His eyes got slightly wide and he nodded a little bit and looked outside now too.
"That makes sense, why didn't I think about it before?" He half cursed himself for the lack of consideration. I let out a small chuckle and pat him on the shoulder.
"Well when you're busy trying not to get disemboweled it's easy to forget these things." He turned and looked at him with a small chuckle shaking his head. Okay, so it appeared that things were starting to turn in our direction after all however I still kept other variables in mind. Such as they may have landed on the other side of the island and were nowhere near us as of yet. Or that they passed by here once before we even made it here, saw no one, and went about their merry little way. I carefully moved some of the overgrown plants away from the window. Nothing was out there which led me to believe the raptors had all but given up probably suspecting we died. I wanted to suggest going out there and inspecting the shoreline but in case those overgrown lizards, excuse me birds, were smarter than I thought I wasn't going to risk it. I could feel my anxiousness build back up in the pit of my stomach and I fumbled with my wallet still in my pocket. I could feel Dr. Grant looking at me inquiringly as I opened the leather bound object and looked at a picture.
"What are you doing?" He finally decided to ask since he couldn't see because of the dark.
"Hn, what? Oh, ah I'm just looking over something in my wallet." I replied slightly hasty. He must have taken my answer as cue not to ask anymore but, it wasn't like I actually cared if he did.
"My kids, " I said and he looked over at me, "I was just looking at a picture of my kids."
"How are they by the way?"
"They're all doing pretty good I'd imagine. Kelly she's a good kid but she's been a little sour at me lately. Not that I can say I blame her too much." I stuck my wallet back in my pocket and let out another sigh. This was going to be a long and tiring night I could tell. If we only had working equipment in here then finding rescue probably wouldn't be taking this long. However, nothing ever worked out precisely to the dot. You set a plan up, go through with half of it, an unknown variable makes it's self known, or maybe even the independent variable that influenced the other. Either way nothing every goes completely according to plan and this Alan should have known going into this. No use lecturing him on his mistake though, it wouldn't do either of us any good except end up in fisticuffs. The moment definitely felt like one of those awkward silences shared between people. Neither one of us really had much else to say except ways to get out, and the occasional 'are you still alive' question. I resided myself to falling back asleep again and hoping, just hoping that someone would see this place from the ocean, and clue in that people may just be in here. If not we would be wandering this island for god knows how long looking for more chances out. Even if we get across the island alive, we couldn't be sure that what we were looking for was even there to begin with. Then, there was always the chance that one of us or both of us would end up dead. I shuddered inwardly to myself at the thought. It wasn't just the concept of being eaten that gave me chills, it was the fact I could wind up alone in this hellhole.
. . .So I had to make sure to stay alive right?
"No Ian. " I would say to myself, "you've been here before, you've out run Raptors and a T-rex you can survive." That was the motivational pep talk I kept giving myself over and over again. The whole feeling would last for about ten minutes, and then my cynicism would kick right back in. That pessimistic voice in the back of my head saying we could die, and that it was possible no one would find us and presume the both of us dead. You know coming at a crossroads, at a conflict with yourself is a very strange feeling I should tell you.
"Then when it gets light out we go to the shore then?" Dr. Grant asked me taking a seat near by. I looked over and nodded.
"Sounds like an idea to me." I replied simply and nervously. To the shore, rescued, and back to civilization where if you end up down the wrong road no one will eat you, as far as I know. Dr. Grant took a seat next to me and fumbled with is handkerchief to wipe his brow.
"Still looking for the next ex missus Malcolm?" I heard the laugh in his voice and I couldn't help but chuckle a little myself.
"Yeah, they get rather hard to find after a while." I quipped back and placed my hand on my forehead momentarily. I felt a headache starting to come about from all the stress finally wanting to reach it's breaking point with me.
"Maybe you're looking too hard." He commented casually. I looked over at him and quirked a brow. Was he trying to be sardonic with me?
"If you are trying to be sarcastic you almost have it. See what you need to do is sit like so, " I sat upright with a funny expression on my face, " and move your hands about in this sort of manner. Oh and don't forget the inflection of your voice." He looked at him then started to laugh patting my shoulder shaking his head while he did so.
"Ian there are times I want to kill you, and times you amuse the hell out of me."
"Glad someone here is amused." I reminded him passively of my annoyance. Bemused I entertained the thought that if we weren't saved, then we would probably ending up killing each other by the end of this. That or the event as a whole would allow one of us to better tolerate the other. Either way I didn't know if it was my mind beginning to snap, or the stress in general but something was starting to look good. A way to alleviate my pent up frustration; stress. A way out of the hell at the moment and just even an hour, few minutes of bliss. Morphine was one of the many ways I came to find that was good for numbing pain. Although that just made me sound like a druggie, and I wasn't about to tread those waters. Then there was the best stress reliever any higher power could give us, sex. There was something about two people heated up like that which made everything better for an hour or so. With all the stress I had to deal with on a daily basis, whether it be Professor bureaucracy, or the mixed emotions I got from people on the street about my book. I found that aside from doing what I enjoyed in the math field, that sex was the next best thing on the list. However there was a bit of a problem with this.
1. There were no women in sight, and if it were Dr. Sattler she was taken by Dr. Grant
2. The island is a turn off personally.
3. The guy next to me wasn't looking promising, and I didn't go that way anyway.
Those three things right there clarified for me I was to go without until I got out, if I ever did. At this point though the irrational part of my mind wanted to throw some caution to the wind. When you are about to die, or at least you think you are, you really do not want to have any regrets. And more often than not ANYTHING and I do mean anything looks good to you in the spur of the moment. However that was the problem I had facing me right now. Doing things spur of the moment always annoyed me. I mean I suppose that goes against the Chaos Theory I study so hard on but, the non-professional side of myself, the me before I got into Chaos Theory hated doing things just because. No thought, no proper planning, just doing something because it can be done. I suppose that would make me slightly anal retentive but, my personal belief had always been it would save me some grief in the end. Though I think it was my inability to seize the moment sometimes, and take life as it came to me in stride that ruined two of my marriages. Now hardly seemed like the time to start thinking back on what could have been. But, with nothing better to do and the future looking a bit bleak right now it seemed appropriate in a way. I looked over briefly to Dr. Grant and wondered what was going through his head. Survival first and foremost I had to assume given his personality. Second was probably what we may face if rescue doesn't happen.
"We could make a raft out of trees." I decided to add in for some light humor.
"I'd like to see this happen." He replied to me obviously not entertaining the thought. I took it as my cue to remain silent for the next few minutes to an hour. After all people have personally told me there is only so much of me they are able to stand for more than they have to. I got myself comfortable and removed my glasses setting them next to me. I suppose I could stand to sleep for a few more hours, after all there was nothing better for the either of us to do at this time.
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Date: 2008-06-19 08:35 am (UTC)