You Crazy Son of a Bitch | Ian Malcolm Fanfic

Chapter Ten : Walkie-talkie

The air feels thick as we wait with anticipation in the emergency bunker for Mr. Arnold's return. I am sitting on a uncomfortable metal chair, barely able to breath as I continue to watch Ellie and Muldoon pacing around the room impatiently.

"Something's happened." She blurts out, looking over at John for answers "Something went wrong." I follow her gaze to where John stands next to Ian, who lays on a table in the center of the room with John attempting to tend to his wounds despite my insistence on treating him instead, but he insisted that I rest and allow my body to heal. John looks up from his work, his face filled with worry hiding behind a façade of confidence.

"This is just a delay, that's all this is. All major theme parks have had delays. When they opened Disneyland in 1956, nothing worked, nothing." John insists.

"But, John." Ian says, sitting up on his elbows for support to look back at John, "If the Pirates of the Caribbean breaks down, the pirates don't eat the tourists." Another pause. More pacing. I look around the room at everyone, making eye contact with Ian. His gaze softens as our eyes meet, the tension that was previously in his shoulders disappearing. I send a gentle wave and smile his way. He just chuckles to himself before mimicking my wave back towards me, making my ears grow warm under his teasing gaze. Something catches the corner of my eye, making me look just over Ian shoulder to John, where he is watching the two of us with the gears in the back of his mind practically causing steam to pour out of his ears.

"I can't wait anymore." Ellie stomps over to us, finally loosing all of her patience, "Something went wrong. I'm going to go get the power back on."

"You can't just stroll down the road, you know." Muldoon replies, stopping dead in his tracks to look at her.

"Let's not be too hasty. He's only been gone..." John says before taking a look at his watch. Surprise emanating from his expression, but quickly regains his composure. Muldoon walks over to a steel cabinet, Ellie hot on his heels.

"I'm going with you." Muldoon states, clanging open a steel cabinet and revealing an impressive array of weaponry inside. He removes a shotgun and what looks like a small rocket launcher. He shoves a shell into the barrel of the rocket launcher, which accepts it with a faint electronic sizzle. As Muldoon does this, John searches out for a set of blueprints in the file cabinet behind him and gets them out, spreading them out on top of Ian and almost crushing his leg. Ian shouts out in pain looking at John in surprise, and in response John just looks him dead in the eyes clearly showing he hurt him on purpose. John then glances my way. I fold my arms at him in disapproval, sending him a serious look. John lets out a soft sigh, muttering an apology to Ian as Ellie and Muldoon join John around the table.

"Lynette." John warns as I begin to stand up, catching everyone's attention. Ellie dashes over to me quickly, putting a hand on my shoulder to keep me seated. I send a fierce look her way. "I'm joining the team, injury or not. You can't stop me, Ellie" I say, looking her dead in the eye. I am done sitting around uselessly. I'm helping in one way or another. She looks at me with understanding and sadness, extending me a hand as she helps me walk over to the table with the others. John and Ian both look worried as I get to the table. John takes a breath, looking over to Ellie and Muldoon to get back on topic.

"This isn't like switching on the kitchen light," John explains, "but I think I can follow this and talk you through it." Ellie mutters something to herself before walking over to a shelf nearby. She grabs a couple of walkie-talkies from the shelf and shoves them on her belt then handing one to John.

"But you know, I should really be the one going." John says, looking down at the radio in his hands.

"Why?" Ellie asks.