You Crazy Son of a Bitch | Ian Malcolm Fanfic

Chapter Six : Power Outage

"Do either of you have any kids?" Dr. Grant asks, trying to fill the empty air.

"No. I've been on a date since getting out of college." I say. Ian and Dr. Grant look over at me with an amused look.

"A looker like yourself? That can't be possible." Ian remarks in surprise.

"It is defiantly possible. I'm never around anyone my age. Everyone I work with is in their twenties. They are all so young." I reply.

"Well, I guess I'll have to change that when we get back to the mainland." Ian teases, his signature smirk smeared across his face. I just roll my eyes in response, refusing to admit that I actually would like for that to happen.

"Well, what about you Dr. Malcolm? You have kids?" I shoot back in defense.

"Oh, hell yeah." Ian says, catching Dr. Grant's attention. The both of us looking at him in surprise, "Three. I love kids. Anything at all can and does happen. Same with wives, for that matter."

"You're married?" Dr. Grant asks, clearly even more surprised than before.

"Occasionally. I'm always on the lookout for a future ex-Mrs. Malcolm." Ian says, glancing back at me quickly before looking back to the front of the car. Dr. Grant sits back in his seat while Ian laughs slightly at his remark when the car suddenly jerks as it comes to a halt. The lights in the vehicles and along the road go out, plunging us into blackness. Grant jerks his hands away from the steering column in worry, assuming that it was something that he had done.

"Hey, what'd I touch?" Dr. Grant asks, lifting his hands in innocence.

"Uh, you didn't touch anything." Ian replies, "We stopped."

"I must've touched something." Grant says, "This happens all the time. It must be my fault. Machines hate me." I chuckle at his statement.

"Machines hate you?" I ask, still laughing through my words.

"Yeah, they hate me."

"You want to talk about this?" Ian interjects.

"No." Dr. Grant replies, giving a slight shake of his head. The car falls into silence after this remark. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Dr. Grant speaks up again.

"I'm going to go check out the other car. See if Gennero knows what's going on." He says before opening the drivers side door, and stepping out into the pouring rain leaving Ian and I alone together. As soon as he leaves, Ian turns in his seat and looks back at me with a smile.

"So what do you think about that date?" He asks playfully. I laugh a bit under my breath at his forwardness.

"I'm not sure if I want to yet." I reply with a grin, "I barely know anything about you."

"Well, we can change that." Ian replies, leaning further into his seat, and closer to me, "What do you want to know?"

"How about you tell me about your kids." I suggest. This seems to take Ian by surprise, but he quickly regains his composure and chuckles.

"We're still on the kids thing? I didn't think you would be interested after finding out I was a dad in the first place."

"I love children. If I even wanted to go on a date with you, it wouldn't bother me. I work with animals. Wherever animals are, children will follow."

"Alright, you asked for it." Ian clears his throat, "My oldest is Michael. He is 14 and a phenomenal writer. He actually just got a travel article published in The New York Times. Really impressive, I'm very proud of him.