𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐴𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑛

Chaotician

Inside the InGen helicopter sat six people, each one there for a specific reason. The owner, the lawyer, the paleobotanist, the paleontologist, the 'rockstar', and the artist. Couldn't have a more chaotic group.

The artist sketched in her empty book - just bought the day before specifically for this trip - hoping to draw attention away from her fear. Her legs were crossed in front of her as she focused. She often had a habit of biting her lip when she was focused, and this time was no different, though her anxiety was causing her to bite her lip harder.

"So you two, um, uh dig up- dig up dinosaurs?" the 'rockstar' - Ian Malcolm - asked, referring to the two sitting beside Y/n, namely Dr. Ellie Sattler and Dr. Alan Grant. Alan appeared a bit more grouchy than his counterpart. Ellie seemed to be a cheery, ecstatic blonde who had a childish side.

Ellie gave a light chuckle to his question and Alan shrugged. "We try to."

Ian laughed heartedly, chewing his gum loudly. This caused the artist to glance up and glare at him, the pencil pausing in place. He noticed her glare and stopped the annoying noise, glancing out the window. The artist rolled her eyes, and turned back to her paper, continuing her sketch.

"You'll have to get used to Dr. Malcolm," John Hammond announced, adjusting his position in his seat slightly, speaking mostly to Alan and Ellie. "He suffers from a deplorable excess of personality, especially for a mathematician."

"Chaotician! Chaotician, actually. John doesn't subscribe to chaos, particularly what I had to say about his little science project," Ian explained in a slightly defensive tone.

A heavy sigh came from John before he spoke again. "Codswallup Ian, you've never been able to sufficiently explain your concerns-"

The chaotician cut him off. "Oh, ho, John, John, because of the behavioural system in phase space?"

"A load if I may say so, of fashionable number crunching-" Malcolm grabbed John's knee, to which he slapped his hand away. "Don't, dont! I do wish you wouldn't do that."

"Dr. Sattler, Dr. Grant, Miss L/n, you've heard of chaos theory?" Ian quizzed, raising an eyebrow. The artist looked up as both Alan and Ellie shook their heads.

"No," replied Ellie.

Ian made small movements with his hands as he continued to explain. "No? Non-linear equations? Strange attractors? Y/n, I-I refuse to believe that you aren't familiar with the concept of attraction." A small smirk decorated his lips as the artist stared at him.

"Trust me, Dr. Malcolm, your flirtations are getting you nowhere. But good try," Y/n told him, once again returning to her drawing and placing the pencil back on the paper.

"Hm!" John huffed. He turned to the lawyer, and said in an annoying tone: "I bring the scientists, you bring a rock star."

"You brought an artist," the lawyer, Donald Gennaro, told the group.

"She has a reason to be here, for your information," John hissed softly.

"Whatcha drawing there, little lady?" Donald implored.

"If you call me little lady again, I will stab you with a pencil," Y/n threatened, looking at the man through her eyelashes. He gulped slightly and leaned as far away from her as possible.

"Now I'm curious, what are you drawing?" Ellie inquired, leaning forward and looking over at the h/c haired girl. Y/n smiled, showing her the sketch she was working on. It was a series of three dinosaur skulls, all with what appeared to be vines. They were only rough sketches, nothing was finalized, but it was easily recognizable as what it was going to be.