You Crazy Son of a Bitch | Ian Malcolm Fanfic

Chapter Twelve : A Way Home

John whips around, a large rolled up blueprint clutched in his hands as he looks at Ian and I, an expression of anticipation and worry clearly spread across his face. He makes his way back over to the table that Ian is lying on once again, and drapes the blueprints over him as if it were a blanket. I look down at the paper in front of me, still clueless as to how to understand the schematics. Luckily John and Ian are there to help me.

"And you're sure that you want to do this, my dear?" John asks, glancing up at me from the blueprints.

"This is the only choice we have right now." I reply sternly.

"It doesn't have to be you, you know." Ian butts in, his fingers brushing mine in the slightest. I finally look up from the incomprehensible paper to meet his eyes that swirl with a mix of emotions: anxiety, excitement, uncertainty, and one that I had ever seen once before; fear. The same fear that showed when he was first hurt, and we were being hunted by the T-Rex.

"You and John know how to read the schematics. You can lead me through the park by radio like you did with Ellie." I state, pulling a walkie-talkie and headset from the shelf nearby, "I'm still the best person, even despite my injury."

"But what if-"

"I can take care of myself!"

The room falls completely silent as I snap at Ian. The same tension floating through the air as it did when Muldoon and Ellie left to turn on the power. I close my eyes and take a deep breath in, the stress of the situation ever so slightly melting away from my shoulders as I exhale slowly. Opening my eyes once again, I look between the two men and giving them a gentle yet reassuring smile.

"I'll be fine." I state, unsure if I am trying to convince them or myself, "I promise."

"Okay." Ian mutters, "I trust you."

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My hands refuse to stop shaking as I stand at the top of the stairs, ready exit the bunker. Even with my certainty in this plan, my nerves begin to get the better of me as my breath gets caught in my throat as soon as my hand touches the cold metal of the door handle.

"Lynette. Can you hear me?" John's voice over the radio pulls me from my thoughts.

"I can hear you." I reply shakily.

"Don't worry. The garage is located under the Visitor Center and is accessible from the control room via an underground passage. All you have to do is get to the tunnels, and I can lead you from there."

"Alright." I take a deep breath and open the door. The control room looks completely disheveled, quite different from the way that we left it. I hesitate before taking a step into the room, allowing the metal door to slam loudly behind me.

The hum of computers engulfs my senses, each of them waiting eagerly to be used for the first time since the power has been reset. It rings in my ears as I take the rifle strapped to my back, scanning the room carefully for the door to the garage.

"Remember, this is a metal door, so it may blend in with the computers. It should be along the eastern wall of the room." John explains. I turn to my left, looking along that wall with keen eyes. As I reach near the end of the wall, I see the elusive metallic door that blends in with the metal frames of the computers, hiding it at a glance.

"I see it!" I reply, rushing over to the door. My hand brushes the handle when I notice them.

Claw marks.

They run along the entire door. Deep and menacing, as if something were desperately trying to get in; and based off the look of it, it probably succeeded. The door swings slightly ajar, just enough for something to have squeezed its way through. My heart drops into the pit of my stomach at the realization of what could be waiting for me on the other side.