its the end of the world as we know it (and i feel fine) // ian malcolm

vi. speed it up a notch, speed

There was already a man on the helicopter when the the rest of them got on. Hammond waved his cane at the fat, sleeping man. "Oh, don't mind him. His name is Dennis Nedry. He does the computers and eats all our food."

As if to prove a point, a chocolate bar fell out of his pocket and onto the floor. The man didn't even flinch.

Ronnie grimaced and climbed into the helicopter. Hammond sat across from Nedry by the window. Ellie and Dr. Grant sat  next to him. Ronnie ended up next to Nedry, and did her best to scoot as far away from him as possible. She scooched further away and practically rammed into  Malcolm. 

"Watch yourself, sweetheart," she heard him say as she blushed and moved back to the middle of the seat. 

"Yeah, shit sorry." She brushed the blush away and looked at Ian, but he was eyeing the chocolate bar on the floor. 

"Nah, I don't blame you." 

Someone shut the doors on the helicopter, and it puttered for a bit before lifting into the sky.

"We're off!" John Hammond chuckled, looking at everyone with childlike amusement.

They sat in silence for a minute, and then Alan Grant spoke. "So- tell us what exactly it is that we're going to see here?"

"Ah! That would ruin the surprise," Hammond said with a wink.

"Mr. Hammond, surely you don't need to keep the secrecy anymore," Ellie Sattler said.

Ronnie leaned forward. "You're safe now, John."

"I don't know about safe." Malcolm said, easily grabbing everyone's attention. 

"What do you mean?" Alan Grant asked.

"Well, uh, the island isn't exactly the best place to be if you want to keep your head on your shoulders-"

"Oh Malcom, please, not now!" John Hammond said from his corner.

He held up his hands in mock surrender. "You're the metaphorical boss."

"John, what is he talking about?" Ellie Sattler asked.

"Yeah, what exactly is on this island?" Her boyfriend added.

"I- oh- well-" he blinked rapidly and twirled his finger in his beard. "I don't think- I wouldn't listen to Mr. Malcolm. I wouldn't. He's just a theoretical mathematician, all the big places have them, but he's extremely overdramatic and suffers from a deplorable excess-"

"A deplorable excess of personality, yes, John, we know. You said that already," Ronnie interrupted. She turned to Malcolm. "What is on the island?"

"I don't think I'm allowed to say," he said, not breaking eye contact with Hammond, who seemed to be actively shrinking.

"Can you tell us why it's so dangerous?" said Alan Grant.

"Easy." He broke out of his staring match and looked at Grant. "Chaos theory."

There was silence for a moment before Grant made the universal gesture for 'go on.' "Which is..."

Malcolm looked entertained. "Oh, come on. Tell me you guys have heard of chaos theory?" Ellie Sattler and Alan Grant shook their heads. "No?" He asked Hammond, who cleared his throat but said nothing. 

"You?" 

Ronnie met his gaze and felt herself jolt again. Hazel eyes, theoretically unremarkable. But the two of them. Him and her. They were fire, he was an equal.

She pulled her eyes away. "Yeah, of course I have." 

"There! I got at least one!" He threw his hands up in a lazy gesture and leaned back into the seat.