You Crazy Son of a Bitch | Ian Malcolm Fanfic

Chapter Eleven : Patience

The radio static is deafening as we continue to wait to hear from either Ellie or Muldoon, the room full of anxious energy. The sound rings in my ears as I lean against a nearby wall, eyes never leaving the radio Ian now holds in his hands. The static grows louder in my ears as does the bubbling frustration in the pit of my stomach.

'They've been gone too long.'

'No! They're fine. They just lost their signal.'

'We heard Ellie scream! How is that just losing a signal?!'

'They have to be dead! Its a lost cause! We are never getting off this island!'

I snatch the radio from Ian's grasp, clicking it off and return it to the table with a loud slam. As silence falls over the bunker, the anxious voices in my head follow finally allowing me to think straight once more. Once I finally look up from the radio, I see John and Ian looking at me expectantly. Do they expect me to have a plan?

"What?" I ask, looking between the two men.

"You looked like you were thinking pretty hard there." Ian points out, gesturing to where I am standing, "Thought you would have something to say." I give a small amused smile at this before looking over to John, who only replies with a shrug in agreement with Ian's statement.

"What kind of plan would I have though Ian? I can barely walk in my state, and you can't even stand up on your own. Plus we don't know if the power is even back on. How will we contact the others?" I reply, the dread I felt previously beginning to fill my mind once again, "It's pretty much hopeless." I walk over to the uncomfortable metal chair sitting a distance from the table and plop myself down, ignoring the pain shooting up my spine. The room falls silent again, allowing my thoughts to consuming my mind as if the static was filling the room still.

'We are all going to die in this room.'

'What if we don't? What if we are trapped on this island forever?'

'We can't survive among dinosaurs. Are you insane?'

'Would you rather die?!'

"Lynette." A hand on my shoulder pulls me from my mind, now cold tears stuck to my face and hands as I lift my head to meet their gaze. Ian is standing next to me, with the help of John. I chuckle under my breath at the sight of John barely able to even reach Ian's shoulders but still somehow balancing him. I stand and give John some help putting Ian onto the chair.

"Thanks." I mutter to John. He gives a me a gentle squeeze on the shoulder before walking away, leaving Ian and I as alone as we can be in this small bunker. I look to the ground, silently wiping the tears from my face in slight embarrassment as I feel Ian's eyes look up at me from the chair.

"What's going on in that big beautiful brain of yours?" He asks with a pained, but still charming smirk which quickly slips into a concerned look when I don't respond to him. He hesitantly touches my hand, his fingertips soft on the palm of my hand as he gently takes a hold of mine. My eyes finally meet his, his warm brown eyes staring deep into mine with concern flowing openly through them.

"Lynette, you can talk to me. I want to help you." He says, "I promise."

"I'm really worried." I say in a hushed tone, almost not wanting him to hear me, "Ellie suddenly dropping off the radio really sent me into a whirl of anxiety. We haven't heard from her since, let alone Muldoon or Dr. Grant and the kids. What if their all dead already? We are going to be stuck here with no electricity, where we will be forced to either die or survive amongst dinosaurs. That sounds so insane! But its true, what other option would we have?!" I begin to shriek, the anxious thoughts flowing out of my mouth like water from a broken damn.

"Lynette, Lynette. Lynette!" Ian shouts, grabbing my arm firmly as well as my attention. I look at him, tears brimming my eyes. Ian stares at me intensely, as if deep in thought before suddenly yanking my body into his roughly. Just as I am about to shout at him, he puts both hands on either side of my face before kissing me passionately. My body hesitates for a moment before I push myself away from his body without thinking and strike him across the face in a bone splintering slap. The sound alone is enough to break me out of my instinctual act. I quickly place both hands over my mouth in realization, immediately feeling regret flood over me.

"Oh my god! Ian! I'm so sorry." I stumble over my words. Walking back to him, I gently place my hand over where I had just slapped him which is already beginning to turn red, "You surprised me that's all. I really am sorry." I look over his face, and only see amusement with a hint of amusement. He begins to chuckle, but it quickly evolved into a full genuine laugh.

"I guess that's what I get for trying to kiss someone having a panic attack." He states mostly to himself, glancing back at me with a cheeky smile, "Who knew you had so much fire burning in you? I like it." I laugh at him, just shaking my head in complete disbelief.

"Why would you think this was the time to kiss me?" I ask in between chuckles, "Literally any other time would have been better!"

"I don't know. I-It felt right to me." Ian replies, shaking his head a bit in embarrassment.

"You moron." I say, leaning down to his level and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. He chuckles a bit as I pull away. A rose tint brushes his features for the first time that I have ever seen, filling my chest with butterflies at the thought of us kissing for the first-ish time.

"I guess I should take notes for next time." He mutters, still a bit flustered.

"I agree, but that will have to wait for another time." I tease, my tone quickly becoming serious, "We're still suck in here, Ian. What are we going to do?"

"We'll figure it out. Nothing's going to stop me from taking you out on that date now. We kissed. You're committed to this now." We both chuckle a bit, enjoying the temporary levity that Ian's teasing provides, but once things fall silent again our problem still remains.

'RING'

'RING'

'RING'

It cuts through the air like a hot knife through butter. My head snaps to the opposite wall where a land line hangs on the concrete wall. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ian and John also staring at the phone in disbelief. This only means one thing...

"The powers back on!" I exclaim. John rushes over to where the phone hangs, snatching it right off the receiver and placing it to his ear without hesitation.

"Grant." He mutters into the phones, every type of emotion flowing over his face as he waits for a reply. After seeming to have received a reply, he finally takes a breath after holding it for so long. Just as I think that he has finally relaxed, his entire body tenses as he another, seemingly more pressing question fills his mind.

"The children all right?" He asks more urgently. I watch him play with the cord of the phone absentmindedly. Moments after, his entire body relaxes followed by pure joy filling his features. The room's energy changes from complete worry and anxiety to a feeling of hope. Something that none of us had felt for longer than we had realized.

John hangs up the phone, only to pick it up once more. This time, dialing outwards. I look at John, my chest filling with something more than just hope.

"We're getting out of here?"

"Lynette, my dear, we are getting out of here." I begin laughing unstoppably, happiness seeming to flow easily through my veins as the prospect of going home, or at the very least, getting out of here. Looking to Ian, I see a large smile planted across his face.

"I told you didn't I?" He states, "I told you we would figure it out."

"I guess you were right." I reply, "Finally."

"So what now?" John interjects, finishing his phone call to the mainland. We all look at one another for a few moment, everyone mulling over what our next steps should be in their mind when something comes to me. I look up at the two men, a smile playing at my lips and a glimmer in my eye.