You Crazy Son of a Bitch | Ian Malcolm Fanfic

Chapter Four : Chaos Theory

Making our way back to the visitor center's lobby, we descend the stairs to the main floor. I trail behind everyone, keeping some distance between John and I. Dr. Grant, Ellie, and Gennero are trailing behind John as Ian and I are walking together in silence. This feels odd, especially for how Ian has been the entire time on the island. He normally seems like he will never shut up, but he seems to be contemplating something.

"You know," He finally says "he can't be upset with you. You gave your honest opinion. That's what he brought you here for, right? Your expertise?" I look over to him, surprised by his genuine attempt to make me feel better. I stay silent for a moment, contemplating his point carefully.

"You're right. He shouldn't be upset for me voicing my concerns" I say, a kind smile on my face, feeling a bit better with the situation. Ian chuckles a bit to himself.

"Can't tell you how many times I have heard that." He replies, bumping my shoulder with his arm in a playful manner. I shake my head at his comment, smile still plastered on my lips.

"Heard what?" I ask confused

"That I'm right." He snarkishly replies followed by a wink.

"Wow. I actually was actually starting to like you, but that comment ruined it. Friendship officially over." I state in a faux serious tone, playfully crossing my arms to exaggerate my words.

"Ow." He says while also feigning a serious attitude, putting his palm over his heart as if struck with sudden pain, "You're breaking my heart, Kenya. You're breaking my heart."

"Out of all the nicknames in the world, you're going to call me Kenya?" I ask, amused.

"I'll stop calling you that once you stop talking about it." He replies.

"You will all have a spot of the company out in the park," John says loudly to the group, making Ian and I stop messing around and pay attention once more, "get to spend a little time with our target audience! Maybe they'll help you get the spirit of this place."

"What does he mean by 'target audience'?" I hear Dr. Grant whisper to Ellie.

"Grandpa!" Two young voices shout, drawing everyone's attention to two kids standing in the doorway, both of which break into broad smiles. I recognize both kids as John's grandchildren: Tim, the boy, and Lex, his sister. They had visited many of the wildlife preserves that I run, especially when they first opened. The kids were usually some of the first people to see the parks once they were completed. Despite knowing both of the kids, it took a moment to recognize them, as they both have grown up a lot since I last saw them.

"Kids!" John shouts, extending his arms out for them. Both kids tackle him in a hug, knocking him back onto the staircase, "Oh wait! Careful with the old man!" The children talk over each other to their grandfather, making it hard to understand the two of them. I smile at the sight, appreciating the admiration and love both of the kids had for their grandfather. Ian leans over to me.

"Gotta love kids, right?" He asks. I eye him up and down quickly realizing he is holding a gentle smile nearly identical to mine.

"I didn't expect you to be a fan of children." I state, looking back at the kids and John interacting.

"You'll find that I am full of surprises." He replies, the smile very prevalent in his voice. I chuckle a bit under my breath before John is finally able to stand up, leading the group, now including the children, outside. Two modified Ford Explorers leap up out of an underground garage beneath the visitor's center. They move quietly, with a faint electronic hum, and straddle a partially buried metal rail is the middle of the road. They pull to a stop right in front of us.