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pocket-lad · 6 months ago

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Slight Jurassic park 1 idea:

What if after Ian hands Adelaide off to Alan, during the T-rex attack, she escapes Alan’s grasp and runs through the rain and the mud to get to Ian? She’ll find him bleeding and incapacitated, and tries desperately to wake him, afraid he’s dead. 🥲🫠

AHH I've been wanting to write what would happen if Adelaide stuck with Ian instead of Alan for JP1!! Thank you for the excuse to do so.

Alan had no idea what to do. He didn’t want to look after Adelaide and he didn’t want Ian to run off and get himself killed, no matter how much he disliked the man. Alan tried to give her back, holding her out awkwardly in-between cupped hands, but Ian was already too far gone. “Ian!” he called uselessly.

Adelaide demanded that Ian come back, that Alan put her down and let her go to him. She didn’t care how illogical it was, or if anybody could actually hear her over the rain. It was unfair of Ian to make this call and take away her agency. She tried to claw her way out of Alan’s hands, using anything she could – her fingernails, her teeth, her knife.

The knife seemed to do the trick.

An instinctual flick of Alan’s hand in response to the tiny stabs sent Adelaide hurtling toward the ground. She aimed to land on her feet, but her left foot hit the ground first and her knees gave way. A crack so loud it could be heard over the storm and the yelling and the dinosaur emanated from that leg.

If not for the cushion of the mud, Adelaide was sure she would be dead. As it was, pulses of hot pain washed over the leg so that she could hardly stand on it. She took in the world around her.

The ground was a bad place to be on a normal day. It was worse now. The torrential downpour made visibility nearly zero and it made the ground impossible to walk on. Puddles of mud collected here and there and it was as if the Earth wanted to swallow her whole. There was a frightened giant stomping around somewhere. There was a hungry dinosaur stomping around somewhere, with much less awareness of her presence than the giant.

Adelaide ran in the direction she remembered Ian to be. She could feel Alan’s shoes shake the ground beneath her feet, but she’d lost sight of him. With any luck, he lost sight of her too. She couldn’t be taken away again.

Adelaide zeroed in on the path in front of her. That was the only way she’d make it where she needed to go. Everything else was a distraction. The mud held fast. She pushed on.

***

The storm subsided into a light drizzle, not that it felt much different to such a small person. Rain was rain, and she was knocked over by the drops all the same. All signs of the dinosaur disappeared. All signs of the Bean disappeared. It was Adelaide and the Earth.

A mountain of splintered wood rose up before her - the remnants of the shack they passed on their way in. A tall structure Adelaide could get lost in for hours, and the T-Rex knocked it down in a matter of seconds. She had to find a way to get around it.

Underneath the mountain, a dark mass laid motionless. Adelaide froze. For a frightening moment, she thought he might be dead. And then he let out a groan.

“Ian!”

Adelaide scrambled forward, tripping over her own feet a number of times. She came up along the right side of his body and, unable to see very much from down on the ground, climbed up it. She wove her fingers into the fabric of his loose shirt to haul herself up, and when she came to a stop on his stomach, she surveyed the damage. Something was wrong with his leg. His eyes were closed. He wasn’t moving.

Adelaide ran toward his face. She stopped just before his chest curved down into his neck and called out to him again, cupping her hands around her mouth.

“Ian!”

Nothing.

“Ian, come on! Nonononono !”

He couldn’t be dead. There was no way he could be dead. Adelaide refused to let him be dead. She forced herself to sit still and in doing so, she was able to feel a very faint rise and fall underneath her. Just barely. Thank God.

Ian was still deeply unconscious, and shouting at him wasn’t working, so she picked the other direction. Watching her steps so as to not plummet off the side of him, she decided to take a look at his leg. A brief glance earlier told her it was in bad shape, so she couldn’t imagine what closer inspection would procure.

Adelaide stopped short when she saw the extent of the damage. Down by his knee, a deep gash larger than she was tall bled profusely. The darkness hid any other potential injuries on the rest of his leg as it stretched off into the night. For now, she would focus on this one.

It looked as though Ian halfheartedly tried to wrap his belt around his thigh in a makeshift tourniquet. The belt was pulled through the buckle, but he must have lost strength before he could tighten it. That was something Adelaide could fix.

She slid down his leg and landed on the ground with a soft cry. Wiping her hands on her pants, she took hold of the belt. While it was a manageable size, the thick, wet leather was hard to get a grip on, and her hands slipped off a number of times.

Every second she wasted was a second closer to Ian bleeding out completely. Adelaide grunted as she tugged with all her might, straining against the thick, protesting muscles of his leg. Just a little bit further and the metal clasp would catch the worn down hole. Just a little bit further.

The second Adelaide saw the prong go in, she released her hold and let herself fall to the ground. Ian’s body involuntarily let out a grunt from the pain. There was still no way it was as tight as it needed to be, but hopefully it would slow the bleeding a little.

She hauled herself back up onto his leg and set to picking the splinters out of the gash. There usually wasn’t much Adelaide could do to help out a Bean, so she was happy to do what she could. Even if it meant reaching into a wound larger than her, staining her arms up to her elbows in blood. She had to be careful. Not only did she not want to fall in, but doing so would, at the very least, irritate it. Worse, it could get infected.

Adelaide gagged, already noticing a rotting smell. That was almost definitely a sign of infection. She needed to get it covered.

But there was nothing nearby. Search as she may, Adelaide couldn’t find a scrap of accessible fabric anywhere. Her own clothes would barely cover anything, Ian’s clothes were inaccessible, and the wood would only make it worse.

Leaves! Leaves could work!

Adelaide moved to slide off his leg again, but a moan escaped Ian’s lips, and it sounded much more conscious than all the other weird little noises he made in his sleep. The relief was immediate.

“Ian!” Adelaide ran up toward his face again. Each breath was a lot stronger now, which was excellent news for Ian. Adelaide, however, couldn’t seem to find her footing on the ever-changing landscape that was his stomach. Despite the embarrassing amount of times she fell, she made it to his chest and kept going. She leapt onto his face, ready to see open, alert eyes. That was not what she saw.

His face was pale, sweaty, and dirty, blood trickled from somewhere, and his eyes were still closed.

She punched his nose. The skin twitched. She punched it again, harder.

“Della,” Ian whined.

Yes! Yes, he's okay!

“Why are you here?” he breathed, his eyes still closed.

“You can’t just hand me off like some - WOAH” Adelaide was cut short by a falling hand. Ian blindly reached in to grab her, but his hand was a lot heavier than he remembered. It moreso crash landed into Adelaide, knocking her down and pinning her to his face.

He loosely curled his fingers around the squirming form and plucked it into the air. Adelaide yelped, his grip simultaneously too loose and too tight. She was moved over to his chest, where the hand crashed down again, this time with her in it. The lifelessness in his hand should have made it easy for her to push it out of the way, but it was in fact much, much harder. The dead weight roughly trapped her against the slowly moving chest. She was stuck.

“Ian Malcolm, you let me out of here right now!” Adelaide banged on his chest with her fists and feet and tried everything in her power to roll over or find purchase or escape or anything . “Ian, I gotta cover your leg. You gotta let me cover-”

She stopped. There was no point. He was no longer conscious to hear her words.

Adelaide huffed. It was more than just annoying, it was dangerous. Ian could bleed out right then and there and she was trapped underneath his stupid, giant hand. If he didn’t wake up soon, he might not have the opportunity to wake up at all.

Adelaide grabbed a hold of the black fabric underneath her and pulled as hard as she could, but the fabric kept bunching and she wasn’t going anywhere. She couldn’t stop though, not until her arms gave out… or she heard the sound of an engine…

On instinct, Adelaide froze. It sounded like one of the Jeeps, which meant a Bean had to be operating it. The sound got closer and closer and then it passed them and then it stopped.

“Alan!”

“Dr. Grant!”

Those were two familiar voices. Ellie and that game warden. A rescue! If there was anyone here Adelaide could trust, it would be Ellie. So then why couldn’t she make herself call out to her? It was as if every time the giants yelled for Dr. Grant, they stole more and more of her own voice away. They were so loud, so fast. Adelaide couldn’t see them from underneath Ian’s hand, but she sure could hear them…and feel them.

There was only one right thing to do. If not for herself, then for Ian. Adelaide squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath. “Ellie! Help!”

A pause. “Did you hear that?” Ellie asked.

Ian groaned, probably roused by all the commotion. That caught the Beans’ attention. Booming footsteps indicated that they were approaching, and Adelaide braced herself.

“He’s put a tourniquet on. Ian?” Ellie whispered, patting his face.

“Ellie!” Adelaide tried again.

“Adelaide? Are you alright?” she asked as she removed Ian’s hand from over top of the borrower. The ease with which she did so sent a pang of jealousy through Adelaide, but it all faded when she found herself staring up at two Beans.

“Remind me to thank John for a lovely weekend,” Ian muttered, breaking the tension. The voice reverberated in his chest and through Adelaide’s whole body. She jumped, startled by the sudden noise.

In the near distance, a much more frightening noise echoed across the jungle. A stark reminder that the dinosaur may have left, but that didn't mean it wouldn’t come back.

“His leg-” Adelaide started, ignoring the roar.

“I know, I see,” Ellie interrupted. “Can we chance moving him?”

Another roar.

Ian sat up. “Please, chance it.”

Adelaide was thrown off balance by the abrupt movement and tumbled down his chest. She landed in his palm. Ouch.

Ian regarded the small being in his hands. He had quite a few choice words for her, but they had to get out of there first. He held her up to Ellie.

“Wait, no, no, no, no.” Adelaide protested.

“It’ll only be a second. Dr. Sattler, here, please.”

Ellie looked mildly uncomfortable, like she understood the urgency of the situation but didn’t want to just snatch Adelaide away when she was so clearly opposed.

“No! Ian! What the hell?” Adelaide yelled. It was as if he was deaf.

“Oh for God’s sake,” Muldoon muttered, and he quickly snatched Adelaide from Ian’s waiting palm and deposited her into Ellie’s.

Adelaide had only just begun to bare her teeth when she fell into a hand. She opened her mouth to shout at Muldoon for grabbing her, but he already had Ian slung over his shoulder and was walking in the opposite direction. And so, she took a second to catch her breath.

“Are you okay?” Ellie asked. Adelaide felt the wind rush past her as she was lifted into Ellie’s eyeline. Her bright blue eyes scanned the borrower for anything amiss.

“Yeah,” Adelaide mumbled.

“What happened?” As she spoke, Ellie wandered around, looking for other signs of Alan or the kids.

Adelaide tried to see around her, to track Ian’s progress, but the giant body blocked all of her view. Her thoughts were distracted, but she tried to describe the events as best she could. “Um, the…the big one. The T-Rex, I think? It escaped and attacked us. I missed most of it. I don’t know where they are. I’m sorry. Can you take me back…please?”

Ellie wasn’t listening anymore. She peered over a ledge into the Rex enclosure to find a smashed tour vehicle at the root of a tree far below them. “The other car!” she announced. She sprinted back over to Ian and dumped Adelaide in his hands, then took off with Muldoon to inspect the car.

All of this was a blur of fingers and shadows for Adelaide. Motion sickness threatened to overcome her and her leg pounded from being knocked around.

Ian sat in the back of the Jeep, his leg outstretched to the best of its ability. He leaned his head against the headrest and kept his eyes closed while he talked, the words using up all of his limited energy. “See? It was only a mere - a mere moment.”

“Was it only supposed to be a ‘mere moment’ when you passed me off to Dr. Grant? What’s wrong with you?”

“How did you get back?”

“I jumped and ran.”

“Do you think, perhaps, you shouldn’t have-”

“Do you think, perhaps, you shouldn’t have thrown me away?”

Ian laughed at Adelaide’s strong choice of words. “It was to keep you safe. You know that.”

“So you could just run off and get yourself killed? And then what? What would I do then?”

“Uh, probably thrive.”

“Don’t do that again. I don’t care what happens. You dragged me here. If you go down, I’m going down with you.”

“Well, good news. Nobody’s going down, uh, starting now.”

Adelaide called his bluff. “You don’t believe that.”

“Ah, who’s to say?” Ian finally lifted his heavy head from the back of the seat and looked down at Adelaide. She looked annoyed and she was keeping her weight off of one leg, but otherwise she seemed alright. He let his head fall back again.

And then an impact tremor shook the ground. Ian held Adelaide closer to this chest. The Rex was back.

***

After a harrowing drive through the jungle full of screaming and roaring, the group made its way back to the control room relatively unscathed. The same could not be said for the Jeep.

Muldoon and Ellie helped Ian lay down with his leg propped in front of him, and Ellie gave him as high a dose of morphine as she could without killing him. It would ease the pain considerably, but she saw how bad it looked. If Ian didn’t get medical attention soon, he would die. At the very least, he would lose his leg.

Adelaide was overwhelmed by everything that happened around her. She stayed at the center of the storm, right on Ian’s chest. Ellie, Muldoon, Hammond, and some engineer named Ray Arnold raced around trying to fix machinery and tend to Ian and do a million other things Adelaide didn’t understand. They talked about some guy named ‘Nedry’ a lot. There was no sign of Alan or the kids.

Ian blinked in and out of consciousness a number of times, but Adelaide was reassured by Ellie that he was fine. The injection of morphine just made him tired.

Adelaide made sure to steer clear of Ian’s hands. She did not want to get trapped under either of them again, especially if he wasn’t awake. He had no control over his movements like that, and while she survived without incident last time, she couldn’t keep pushing her luck. And it was just uncomfortable. And embarrassing.

But when Ian mumbled her name and reached toward her, she couldn’t force herself away. He needed her by his side. The hand landed right next to her. “I’m right here,” she said, grabbing a hold of his pointer finger and holding it between both hands in an attempt to offer comfort. His leg still smelled, despite the way Ellie thoroughly cleaned it. She told Adelaide not to worry, but it was hard not to.

“Della, let me - let me see your hand.”

“What?”

Suddenly, Ian grabbed her in that same semi-conscious grip he did earlier and parked her right in front of his face. With the other hand, he held a finger underneath her palm so that her fingers splayed out across the tip of his. His eyes rapidly shifted in and out of focus as he regarded her minuscule fingers, then compared them to his own. He looked at her, but he wasn’t seeing her.

“Fascinating,” he said.

“What are you doing?” Adelaide asked nervously. She didn’t like the careless attitude he emanated, especially when he held such a fragile limb. He’d been grabby lately, but not like this. It was as if he didn’t register her as a person, but rather something to study.

“You confound me every single day, Della.”

“Yeah, it’s a hobby of mine,” she responded distractedly. “Can you put me down?”

Ian narrowed his eyes and his hot breath washed over her. “How do you do it?”

“Uh, you just let go, I think.” This wasn’t Ian. Something was wrong.

“No,” he laughed. “How - how do you exist? I still haven’t…figured that one…out.”

Adelaide tugged her hand away, though it took three tries to actually dislodge it. The gaps between his fingers were just small enough to prevent her escape, but she was afraid if they opened any wider, he would drop her. “I don’t know, but you’re acting really weird, and I want you to put me down right now.” By the end of the sentence, her voice started to give away her nerves.

“ I’m weird?” He laughed again. “I think you need to take a long - long, hard look in the, um, mirror.” He looked from his finger to Adelaide and back again, noting that they were roughly the same size. She was so small. He had more strength in that finger than she did in her whole body, and yet she trusted him to hold her. Or, upon further observation, maybe not. She was wiggling around a lot.

With that, the fingers released Adelaide, belatedly giving in to her demand to be let go. She hit his chest hard, rolled off the side, and landed on the metal floor below.

Without wasting a breath, she pushed herself to her feet and backed up, right into another hand. She yelped as she was yanked away, far away from Ian, and deposited on some kind of desk. Scrap papers and pens and all sorts of Bean things surrounded her, creating a colorful, dangerous landscape. To her left, a clunky computer towered way overhead. To the right, a sheer cliff dropped off the edge of the desk. In front of her sat the game warden.

“Hey!” Ian shouted. “Give her back!”

“Quiet! You’ll be alright,” Muldoon said irritably.

Adelaide could hardly slow down her breathing enough to get her question out. “What - what’s wrong with him?” Her heart hammered in her chest so hard she thought it would explode.

“Morphine’ll do that,” Muldoon explained.

“You can’t just grab someone!”

Muldoon nodded, but a faint smile plagued his face. “Understood.”

“What in the hell?” came a new voice. Adelaide whipped around so fast she nearly fell over. Above her rose the engineer, Mr. Arnold. He had dark skin, big glasses, and was smoking a cigarette. He blew the smoke from the cigarette out and directly into Adelaide’s face.

The smell that filled the air made Adelaide cough and gag. She backed away from the oppressive cloud before remembering that Muldoon sat behind her. She was closed in by two Beans, one of which just grabbed her, the other just discovered her. And she couldn’t even go back to Ian, what with the way this ‘morphine’ stuff was making him act. Adelaide found herself in a truly unsafe situation, and her only sense of comfort was far, far gone.

But instead of any of the normal, expected Bean responses, Mr. Arnold said, “Shit, I can’t deal with this right now.” He put the cigarette back in his mouth, turned back toward his computer, and rested his elbow on the desk to block this little creature from his sight. It shook the surface of the desk in a way only Adelaide registered.

They sat in silence while Adelaide took it all in. Muldoon studied her with interest, and eventually, she caught on. She couldn’t shy away anymore. With Ian out of the picture, it was up to Adelaide to establish herself as one of them. One of the Beans. She tilted her head back, puffed out of her chest, and forced herself to hold eye contact. (At least in small bursts.)

“You called me tiny. Earlier today.”

“You are.”

“No, like a tiny. You said you know…” The word ‘borrowers’ was on the tip of her tongue, but she didn’t feel comfortable disclosing that. The next descriptor that came to mind was ‘small’. That wouldn’t do, either, not in this situation. “You know people…like me. What do you do with them?”

“I don’t do anything.”

Adelaide scoffed. A Bean who knew about borrowers and didn’t do anything about it? Yeah, right. “I find that hard to believe.”

“And why’s that?”

“Nobody ever just lets us be. In the end, they always find a way to exploit their size, or - or their power.”

Muldoon shrugged. “Believe what you like.” Despite his nonchalant attitude, he was gleaning all kinds of information from the conversation. He was very interested in her, but he wasn’t going to go and scare her further by letting her onto it. “What I have a hard time believing is that someone like you willingly travels with someone like him.” He indicated Malcolm with a nod of his head.

Adelaide threw Muldoon’s own answer right back at him. “Believe what you like.”

He laughed lightly, wondering how such a small body could muster so much sass.

Ian stirred, catching their attention. Adelaide watched from afar as he methodically patted himself down, then the ground around him. He was looking for her. Before she could go to him though, she had to check to make sure it was safe.

“Is he…normal?” she asked, not taking her eyes off Ian.

“Can’t tell. Malcolm. She’s right here.”

Ian blinked, then zeroed in on Adelaide. “So I didn’t, uh, dream it.” He rubbed his eyes.

Adelaide went to reach for her hook in her bag, then remembered it was no longer with her. It was back in Ian’s jacket pocket, back in the car, back by the site of the T-Rex attack.

Muldoon noticed and offered a hand to her, but Adelaide paid it little mind. She wasn’t going to let this man carry her again. Not when he’d grabbed her twice now. She was on a very cluttered desk. She was a borrower. This was what she did best.

Trying (and failing) to ignore the two massive hands that jumped around as Mr. Arnold typed something on his computer, Adelaide explored the desk. There had to be something here.

The sturdy metal mesh of the cup that held all the pens and pencils looked promising. It would be child’s play to climb it, like the handholds were specifically made for her, so she hoisted herself up to peer over the edge. Sure enough, it held pencils, pens, and at the very bottom - a paperclip.

“What’s it doing in my pencils?” Mr. Arnold whined.

The voice startled Adelaide right over the edge. She toppled into the bottom of the cup, landing at an awkward angle with her limbs sticking every which way. Her head propped up against a sharpie. Her foot was caught in an eraser head. Great.

Refusing to dignify that with a response, (it seemed as though Muldoon wouldn’t either - good on him) she took a deep breath and pushed the eraser off her foot. She rolled over onto her hands and knees, stuck her arm through the paperclip and hoisted it onto her shoulder, then set to climbing back out.

Adelaide almost fell down again. When she looked up, Mr. Arnold hung over the opening, blocking out most of the light. His scrunched up face said she was a bug that he was too scared to squish. But as long as he didn’t overcome that fear…Adelaide pushed on.

As she landed back on solid ground with both feet underneath her, Mr. Arnold asked, “Can you please get it off my desk?”

Adelaide chose to answer before Muldoon did. He’s more scared of you than you are of him. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself. “I’m not an it. If you have any kind of string or thread that I can borrow, it would make this a whole lot faster.”

“Uh, yeah,” he blinked, pulling open a drawer hesitantly. Adelaide stumbled from the small earthquake but held her balance. She watched him yank open a few more drawers and produce some scrap piece of thread that had probably been sitting in the drawer since he started working here. But string was string. As long as it didn’t snap.

Mr. Arnold let it coil into a pile a couple inches in front of the small girl then returned to the impossible task of getting Jurassic Park back online. Adelaide smirked. She definitely didn’t have to worry about this guy. He didn’t want to be anywhere near her.

She could feel Muldoon’s sharp eyes on her, though, watching her every move as she quickly assembled a makeshift hook. She didn’t understand why Beans took such an interest in the small things like that. She was just assembling a hook. It wasn’t rocket science. They could probably make a much better one themselves, what with their endless supply of resources and superhuman strength. Whatever.

Not once did Adelaide look back at Muldoon or Mr. Arnold as she lodged the hook into the desk and swung herself over the edge. One long, controlled fall later, she was on the scratchy, carpeted floor. And across the vast expanse of a room was her goal.

Brown, clunky boots guarded her on the left, while nice, black dress shoes flanked her right. The type of shoe didn’t really matter, though. What mattered was that they were shoes, they were massive, and they could crush her in an instant without her ever seeing it coming.

To add to the list of problems, the desk, and therefore Adelaide, were nowhere near a wall. It would take a lifetime to get to one, which left only one choice: to cross the middle of the room. Out in the open.

She gulped. The wide expanse of monotonous gray carpet seemed to stretch on endlessly. There was no protection out there. Once she started, there was no turning back, no running away. That was it.

But the only three people in the room were seated and aware of her existence. If there was any time to go, it was now.

Adelaide anxiously wrapped the hook contraption around her hand and elbow, drawing out the process as she ventured out into the open. The repetitive motion grounded her and kept her focused on something that wasn’t giant, looming feet. When she ran out of thread, she considered uncoiling it just so she could coil it again.

Halfway through, her cautious steps became less cautious, picking up speed. Caution wasn’t necessary anymore when she was in the middle of the floor. Speed was now her ally.

It all happened so fast. It always happens so fast when a Bean is involved. Adelaide should have known better, but somehow, they always caught her by surprise.

The heavy metal door swung open, and booming footsteps crashed into the ground, headed right toward her. The brown boot rose a couple stories in the air, its shadow completely overtaking Adelaide, then came plummeting down toward the spot she was stuck to.

Move.

Move .

Adelaide screamed as she dove out of the way. Blood rushed in her ears, but she could have sworn she heard Ian shout at the person to ‘watch out’. It was a hopeless maneuver. Even a far leap for Adelaide wasn’t guaranteed to be big enough to clear the width of a shoe. But what else could she do?

The boot struck the ground like a meteor. Adelaide could see the treads meld into the carpet with all of the Bean's weight behind it. If she was a couple inches to the left, she would be no more than a stain.

“I saw you. Don’t worry,” Ellie said casually as she strolled past.

Adelaide glanced up at her but had to quickly look away, or she’d scare herself so bad she wouldn’t be able to keep going. She unsuccessfully attempted to rid the stress from her body by rubbing her face.

Ellie stopped at Mr. Arnold’s desk, then looked over her shoulder at the poor borrower. She should have stopped to check on Adelaide, but she couldn’t say there weren’t more important things on her mind. Adelaide looked shaken, but otherwise fine. “I’m sorry,” she said. “Are you alright?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Adelaide squeaked, her voice an octave higher than usual. She had to keep moving, but her legs refused to cooperate.

One foot in front of the other. And if she kept putting one foot in front of the other, she’d get where she needed to go. That was how it typically worked. So why did it feel like every time she took a step, the distance doubled?

Adelaide focused on the massive litter around her. Discarded soda cans and stacks of paper. This place was a mess. She thought of the ways she could borrow in a place like this, and the image brought her comfort.

In no time, she was at the base of the ledge on which Ian sat. He lifted his head to greet her, but noticed she was just out of arm’s reach, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot.

“What are you doing? Come here,” Ian said.

Adelaide made it to her goal, to her friend, but couldn’t find it in herself to close the distance. She eyed his hands, the ones that held her captive a number of times tonight, and that was enough to hold her back.

Ian looked bad. His leg looked worse by the moment and his face showed that he was beyond exhausted. That was probably why he didn’t just grab her. In fact, if he was any better, he would have marched over to that desk and collected her himself ten minutes ago. As it was, he was stuck on the floor.

“Are you going to grab me again?” she asked quietly. He didn’t seem to be drugged like earlier. No matter what his answer was, she would believe it, but the question needed to be asked.

“No, of course not…Again?” There was genuine confusion on his face.

“You don’t remember?”

Ian shrugged. “Afraid not, Della. If I grabbed you, uh, I certainly didn’t mean it. Come here.” He could see the way she held herself back, as if she didn’t trust him. He couldn’t say he remembered much of the past few hours, but he couldn’t imagine just grabbing her. Whether he did it or not though, he wanted to keep her close, if only so that another person doesn’t go walking over her again.

Ian didn’t even remember. He kept her trapped for so long, both intentionally and unintentionally, and he didn’t even remember. A terrifying couple of hours for Adelaide, and he didn’t even remember.

“Yeah, right,” she mumbled quietly, unwrapping her hook again. She threw it up over the ledge and tugged, securing it on the first try. The second she had a firm grip on the string, she suddenly became weightless.

Ian reached over and pinched the paperclip in between his thumb and finger. He plucked it and Adelaide into the air and set her gently on his chest before she could even register that she was dangling well over the floor.

Before she could scurry off, Ian rested his hand over her, not enough to truly trap her if she wanted to get away, but enough to get her to sit still for a second. She was jumpy and scattered, and despite having ample reason to feel that way, it wasn’t doing either of them any good.

Adelaide’s body instinctively wanted to fight back, to get out of the tight space. But the way he laid his hand over her - it was in a very conscious way. Very conscious, very awake, very careful. That’s how Adelaide knew he was back, at least for the time being.

“You’re alright, you’re alright,” Ian said in his best attempt of a soothing voice, trying to quell her shaking by running a finger down her arm.

Adelaide pushed the finger away. “Yeah, I know I’m alright. You, on the other hand, look terrible.”

“Me? Never. Though, I could use more morphine, um, any time now.” Ian emphasized the end of that sentence so Ellie would hear. She smiled at him but shook her head no. He figured, but it was worth a shot. His leg hurt so bad he’d almost rather amputate it.

“Oh, more?” Adelaide asked hesitantly. She couldn’t ask him not to take it - it was probably the only thing keeping him from passing out. One look at the fluids oozing out of the wound and soaking the bandage told her everything she needed to know. But God, she really didn’t want him to grab her again…

“That’s the dream.” Ian failed to pick up on her hesitation. Surprisingly, someone else did. Muldoon slowly ambled over to the two of them and sat a healthy distance from Ian. He gave Adelaide a knowing look. He would be there for her when Malcolm slipped again.

Adelaide wasn’t sure if she was scared or grateful, or a bit of both. The whole night had been a whirlwind of new, terrifying experiences, from rainstorms to dinosaurs to Beans, and the Adelaide of twelve hours ago wouldn’t have been able to even imagine their current predicament. She had one of those Beans by her side, another Bean for when the first Bean got out of hand, and an engineer working on getting the system up and running again.

She and Ian were both hurt. Both their legs were messed up in some fashion or other, the whole of Jurassic Park was shut down, the future was bleak and uncertain, and everything was undeniably wrong. So even though Ian tried to get rid of her, Adelaide wasn’t going anywhere. When she said they were going down together, she meant it.

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