TITLE: Jurassic Park New Beginnings

AUTHOR: Yvonne Bartha

RATING: PG-13

KEYWORDS: Jurassic Park

CATEGORY: Action/Adventure with a little bit of Drama, Fantasy, Sci-fi, and Romance thrown in. :)

SPOILERS: Includes anything that happens in the films and is mentioned in the fic.

WARNINGS: There are a few descriptions of people getting eaten by dinosaurs, but nothing too bad really.

FEEDBACK: yjb@aol.com

ARCHIVE: Request to archive fic.

SUMMARY: Okay, not so brief, but here goes ... When a wealthy man decides to team up with the Biosyn Corporation and make his own secret dinosaur theme park, off the coast of the Baja Peninsula (Mexico), John Hammond turns to the only people he can trust, Ian Malcolm and Alan Grant. After some coaxing, he talks them into getting some valuable information from the Biosyn computers, in an attempt to get the island shut down. And, after an intense encounter with her soon to be ex-husband Mark, Ellie agrees to go along, as well. Only what was initially set up as "sneak in, sneak out" mission, turns into something much more, as Grant and Malcolm discover that Biosyn has taken hostages. Tim and Lex Murphy, and Alan Grant's cousin, Jodie are the unlucky participants. So now the mission suddenly turned into a rescue operation . . . and a dangerous game of cat and mouse with some of the most feared creatures in the world.

DISCLAIMER: Um, I don't own the JP characters, so don't sue me :)

Jurassic Park: New Beginnings

Prologue

              A man, with a can of paint in his hand, climbed a nearby ladder. He poured the paint into the tray and threw the empty paint can to the floor. The sound of the empty paint can, hitting the floor, echoed throughout the underground room. He began applying the second coat of paint to the very high ceiling in the room that he was in. He was in the underground portion of a building known as the VISITORS CENTER. He had been working very steadily, for about the last hour or so.

              As he continued to paint, he kept his eye on the giant sized underwater viewing areas, located in one of the walls. That was what this room was for. To observe whatever was out in the water. The man kept looking for what he guessed were some sort of tropical prehistoric fish, but was disappointed that he didn't see a single thing.

              He turned his back toward the viewing areas and began to paint more of the ceiling. That's when he heard a thump, coming from behind him. He quickly turned around and looked through one of the viewing areas. Nothing. He made his way down a few ladder steps, and looked through the other viewing area, a little farther away. Nothing.

              When he looked back at the first viewing area again, what he saw, caused him to scream. There, directly in front of him, was a very large eye, peering into the room from the other side of the reinforced glass. The eye was huge, but when the creature floated upward some, its teeth were seen. They were even bigger. The sight horrified the man. He tried to climb down the ladder, but his fear got the best of him. His foot slipped on one of the rungs, and he toppled to the floor. The sound of him hitting the floor echoed throughout the room, just like the empty paint can.

              When he sat up, the creature had vanished. He sat there quietly shaking, trying to catch his breath. He was beginning to have chest pains, which began to scare him even more. He was finally able to stand up and walk toward the door. That's when he heard the thump again. He didn't want to see that awful thing beyond the glass again, but he forced himself to look. Nothing.

              The man sighed with relief and took a few steps toward the door. He looked back one more time, just to make sure, and that's when he saw it. There was a smaller creature swimming past the glass now. Much smaller than the first horrendous thing that he had seen. The way it was swimming back and forth caused the man to get curious about it. He took a few steps toward the viewing area again. Then he stopped again, as he saw the smaller creature coming right for the glass. It rammed its snout right into the glass very hard, producing that same thump, that he had heard twice before. He jumped backwards, and tripped over his own feet, falling to the floor. That's when he caught a glimpse of the much bigger creature again. He screamed again, as he felt his chest constricting.

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              Pedro Gonzales was walking down the hallway of a large 3-story building. He was sent by someone high up in the Mexican government, to check security on one of the islands near the Baja Peninsula. He had taken a tour of most of the facilities now, with the exception of what was called THE VISITORS CENTER. He was walking with two other men, asking them many questions.

              "Are all of these creatures real? Or are some of them animatronic? They all looked quite real, but there were an awful lot of them."

              "They are real. Living and breathing, I assure you," the older British man answered.

              "That is just glorious," Pedro said, "I had no idea what I would see when I arrived. I certainly wasn't prepared for this."

              "Technology is great, isn't it?" The younger, and much larger man asked.

              Pedro nodded. The three of them were on the first floor. The younger man went to a door ahead. After swiping his employee keycard through the reader, the door opened. He motioned for them to go inside.

              Pedro looked around the room. It was large, complete with monitors and numerous lab tables. It was very clean. It took Pedro a few minutes to notice another person, working diligently, near the back of the room.

              "So what is the reason for this room?" Pedro asked the older man.

              The older gentleman looked toward the man near the back.

              "Norman, why don't you come over here and explain to Mr. Gonzales what it is that you do here."

              Norman was one of the lab technicians that worked in the lab. He only worked the weekends, but his knowledge of the island and of the dinosaurs was very abundant. He got up from his chair and walked over to them.

              "This room is one of the testing areas. We use it mostly to analyze sample tissues from dinosaurs that have taken ill."

              Pedro nodded. As Norman was explaining things to him, one of the lab phones rang. The younger man picked it up.

              "Jacob here."

              Pedro was close enough to hear the voice on the phone. It sounded frantic, but he couldn't make out what the person said. Jacob hung up the phone and looked at the older man.

              "Mr. Envoy, there seems to be a situation near one of the holding areas."

              "Oh?" Envoy said.

              "What sort of situation?" Pedro asked.

              Jacob looked at him.

              "It's nothing you need to worry about. It's just a problem that Mr. Envoy has to personally address. Will you excuse us, for just a minute, please?" He asked Pedro.

              "Of course."

              Jacob nodded and took Envoy into a corner, for privacy.

              "There's another problem with the Megalodon Holding Area. Someone was painting down there and the baby Meg rammed the glass . . . again. It scared the man, causing him to have a heart attack, sir."

              "That isn't good."

              "No, sir."

              "Okay. I'm on my way over there. I think Mr. Gonzales has finished his tour. I don't want him going near the Visitors Center right now, so could you be kind enough to get him on a helicopter, Jacob?"

              "I sure will. Don't worry."

              "Thank you," Envoy said. He looked at Pedro, "Well, Mr. Gonzales, it looks as though I'm needed on another part of the island. I hope you have a safe journey back."

              "Thank you, Mr. Envoy. And thank you for your hospitality."

              "You're quite welcome. Good-bye."

              "I'll see you out, sir," Jacob said, and then he looked at Norman, "I'll be right back."

              "Okay, sir," Norman said.

              Envoy and Jacob quickly left, leaving Pedro with the lab tech. Pedro began asking Norman questions again.

              "So, Norman, there is one question that has been bothering me, since my tour began."

              "What's that? Maybe I can help shed some light on the subject," Norman said.

              "Well, I am familiar with that Jurassic Park island from a few years ago. I don't remember seeing any water creatures on that island. How were you able to get water creatures on this island?"

              "There were DNA samples from different species that were never used on Jurassic Park. That is where they came from. Although the Megalodon is a different story."

              "What do you mean?"

              "Well, the whole mosquito theory works well with all of the creatures that can function on land. The Meg, as we like to call it, lives solely in the water and has a different skin texture, so it would be impossible for a mosquito to bite it."

              Pedro asked the next reasonable question. 

              "So, how did you create the Meg?"

              "It's really quite fascinating. We simply captured two Great White sharks and genetically altered them. The female grew to over 45 feet and has become very intelligent. The male wasn't as successful, I'm afraid."

              "What happened to it?"

              "It died rather suddenly, a few months back."

              "That's terrible," Pedro said.

              "The female was already pregnet, though, so the male wasn't a total waste," Norman said.

              Pedro was about to ask another question, when Jacob came into the room.

              "Okay, Mr. Gonzales. If you would come with me, sir, we'll get you on a helicopter and back home."

              "What about the Visitors Center?"

              "We'll have to do that another day, I'm afraid. There have been some unexpected mechanical problems in the Visitors Center building. It's temporarily unsafe."

              "Oh, I see. Very good, then," Pedro said.

              Jacob nodded at Norman and led Pedro out of the lab and into an awaiting jeep.

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              Envoy arrived at the Visitors Center, as the worker was being airlifted out. He looked at all the people around the scene, until he found who he was looking for. He smiled and walked up to a very large man with short cropped brown hair. The man was very serious looking. His name was Patrick Bodan.

              "Patrick, what happened?"

              "Nothing much, really. Just another painter down the drain, sir," Bodan explained. He had a British accent.

              "Is he okay?"

              "Oh, yeah. He'll be fine. The baby Meg scared the hell out of him, that's all."

              "Good. I don't need any lawsuits at this point."

              "We need to hire another painter, sir. It still isn't complete."

              Envoy became very serious and quiet. He grabbed Bodan by the arm and led him away from everyone.

              "Is our little situation with Henry Wu, taken care of?"

              Bodan smiled.

              "This morning, sir. It seems he had an unfortunate accident in the lab. He won't be causing any more problems."

              "Good," Envoy said. There was something else he wasn't quite sure of, though, "Are you sure he was working alone, Patrick? I don't want to get another surprise."

              "Yes, sir. He was alone. Jacob and I were monitoring him for days. He never made contact with anyone."

              Envoy nodded.

              "We're just a few short months from opening this park, Patrick."

              "Yes, sir."

              "I don't want to hear about anymore of John Hammond's silly ideas to shut us down."

              "John Hammond won't be a problem, either, sir. We have all of the background information on him that we need to stop him from doing anything."

              "I know. I just need reassuring, that's all."

              "We even have information on all of all the possible people that Hammond could ask for assistance. Everything is under control, Mr. Envoy."

              "I believe you."

              Envoy looked out into his magnificent park. Bodan followed his gaze.

              "Soon, the whole world will be in awe," Envoy stated.