Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters from Jurassic Park, and yes that also includes the dinosaurs. Anyway they belong to Michael Crichton and their original creator and not me.

Claimer: Mine, no stealies, understand? Good.

Summary: Basically Grant’s thoughts on the helicopter as they leave the island. Contemplates his thoughts of being on Isla Nublar and Isla Sorna and his relationship with Ellie. ;-)

Rating: G; that’s a first. Heh.

Spoilers: Jurassic Park the movie. And Jurassic Park III

Feedback: Cherished, read and saved. Honestly I read all of it.

Category: Romance/Angst

Point of View: First person; Grant

Author’s Notes: Why does this happen? Honestly every time I either watch a movie or play a videogame and sometimes even while reading a book, I can’t help but wonder what goes through the character’s minds. And as a result of watching Jurassic Park 3…well we have the results you see here. :-D Read and enjoy. ;-) P.S. My friends don’t say you didn’t see this coming from me. 0:-)

 

Wandering thoughts

By Christie AKA DilophosaurGirl

 

I sigh a breath of relief as I watch the Pteranodons flying outside the chopper fly off into the clouds. True they had tried to kill us all earlier but when it comes down to it, they were just doing what they do best, trying to survive.

 

Leaning back, I brush away a bead of sweat from my forehead and close my eyes preparing to drift into sleep, as do the others. Yet my mind will not let me rest, no I instead find it wandering and I’m suddenly brought back to thinking many things…

 

The incident on the first island, Isla Nublar. What man dreamed as a paradise instead became that which he could not control, the past come to life.

 

I find myself thinking about Lex and Tim the two children I helped survive on that island. I can’t help but laugh at myself as I recall my conversation with Ellie on children just days before we left for Isla Nublar.

 

That was when I hated kids, but after the three of us; Lex, Tim and I all got stranded on that island, it was though I was spending the weekend with my nephews, no my own children even, if I had any. And the whole time I made sure that they survived despite what might happen to myself in the process.

 

Then of course I remember Ian Malcolm and his constant flirtations with Ellie. The man is quite persistent I’ll give him that, of course I couldn’t help but feel protective about Ellie whenever Ian asked about her, as though he was secretly trying to steal her away from me. Of course he’d probably laugh at me for the mistake I made.

 

I still can’t find that I let her go, partly I blame myself and for the lie that I was overworking her, holding her back from what she wanted to do most; start a family and live a normal life.

 

Not spend it out in Montana with a fossil like me who wanted to spend your days living in a trailer and your mornings digging in the dirt and sand looking for bones.

 

Eric’s words of course are still bothering me, “I owe her a lot. Though I don’t think I’ve ever told her that.” “You should.”

 

Kids are strange. No matter what it’s as though they can read right through exactly what you’re are thinking.

 

When Eric told me that I should thank Ellie it was though he was secretly saying it’s obvious you love this woman very much, stop putting yourself through so much heartache and tell her that.

 

But of course he had only said two words to me and not those exact words but I think I got whatever point he was trying to put across.

 

Part of myself does still want to tell Ellie that I love her, that I want her to come back to Montana with me and continue living life on the roads digging fossils and plants from the rocks, feeling the sun on your back and the wind in your face. But most of all, to hold her in my arms and tell her that I love her and I don’t want to ever let her go.

 

Then of course the reasonable half of my conscience kicks in and says you know you can’t go and do that, you just can’t Alan. She’s married now to another man, she has a family.

 

But what if I didn’t tell her? Then I would never know the truth. For all I know she could still be in love with me…couldn’t she?

 

The look she had given me before I left her home in D.C. seemed to say otherwise, unreadable…friendship? Longing? Heartache?

 

I suppose I’ll never know unless I told her but I doubt I’d even do that.

 

Jumping out of my sleep, I stir awake and realize where I am at.

 

As I look around I see that everyone else is asleep. I look to Eric and find him asleep a smile on his lips.

 

“You know Dr. Grant you should really tell her.” I nearly jumped but instead caught myself from reacting that would wake the others.

 

“Who?”

 

Eric smiled again this time opening his eyes.

 

“You know who. That woman you told me about earlier.”

 

I rubbed my eyes before adjusting my hat. Ellie’d probably laugh at me for keeping the damn thing so long without getting it a replacement. But then again I have reason, it’s a gift from her. And a lucky charm.

 

“You’re doing it again.”

 

“What?” I ask Eric chuckling softly.

 

“Thinking about her.”

 

“How do you even know I’m thinking about her.”

 

“Your eyes.”

 

“My eyes?”

 

“Yeah, a person’s eyes express emotions. Just a minute ago you had this sad look on your face and just now you had this happy look on your face.”

 

“Is there a point to this conversation?”

 

Eric stood up and walked over to the bench where I sat.

 

“You should really tell her, it’s obvious you care about this lady allot.”

 

“You mean Ellie?”

 

“Is that her name?”

 

“Yeah…why? Something wrong with the name?”

 

Eric laughs softly.

 

“No, it’s a pretty name, really though you should tell her, you’re only putting yourself through more pain otherwise.”

 

I sigh before speaking.

 

“I suppose you’re right Eric, but I’ll have to think this one through first.”

 

Eric stands up and claps my on the shoulder.

 

“Okay but seriously Alan, you should thank this woman…I mean Ellie. I may be twelve but I’m not stupid ya know.”

 

I nod chuckling softly.

 

“Point well taken.”

 

Eric sits down, reclaiming his original spot and before long he falls asleep.

 

Before long I too find myself drifting off into blackness.

 

Maybe I would tell Ellie…just maybe…

 

~Finish

 

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