Jurassic Park: "Welcome To Jurassic Park"

Part 2: Welcome To Jurassic Park

Eve POV:

As the InGen helicopter soared above the islands, I sat in the back with Hammond, Gennaro, Sattler, and Grant. The view was breath-taking, a stunning display of nature's beauty from this vantage point. My eyes wandered to the person sitting next to me.

He was tall and ruggedly handsome, with a muscular build. His short, tousled brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and perpetual five o'clock shadow added to his charm. His tanned skin complemented his practical outdoor gear, which included cargo pants, hiking boots, and a utility vest.

He caught me staring and smirked. "Michael Bennett," he introduced himself with a firm smile. "But you can call me 'Mike.'"

"Evelyn Harper," I responded, returning his smile. "But you can call me 'Eve.' What's your field?"

"I'm a wildlife veterinarian," Mike replied, leaning back in his seat. "What about you?"

"I'm a Paleo-Geneticist," I explained, rubbing my hands together. "It's tough work."

In the corner, sitting across from Hammond, was Dr. Ian Malcolm, a seemingly laid-back mathematician and chaotician. He noticed Grant holding a raptor claw and asked, "So you two dig up dinosaurs?"

Sattler exchanged a laugh with Grant. "Well..." she began, and Grant finished her sentence with, "We try to."

Malcolm laughed heartily, grinning and chewing a piece of gum. Hammond leaned forward, gripping his cane with a fossilized mosquito on the tip. "You'll have to get used to Dr. Malcolm. He suffers from a deplorable excess of personality, especially for a mathematician," he remarked.

"Chaotician! Chaotician, actually," Malcolm corrected smugly, still chewing his gum. "John doesn't subscribe to chaos, particularly what I had to say about his little science project."

"Codswallop, Ian, you've never been able to sufficiently explain your concerns—" Hammond began.

Malcolm interrupted him. "Oh, ho, John, John, because of the behavioural system in phase space?" He squinted at Hammond.

"A load, if I may say so, of fashionable number crunching—" Hammond was in the middle of speaking when Malcolm grabbed his knee, surprising him. Hammond slapped Malcolm's hand away. "Don't, don't! I do wish you wouldn't do that."

Malcolm turned his attention back to Sattler and Grant. "Dr. Sattler, Dr. Grant, have you heard of chaos theory?" he asked.

"No," Sattler said, raising one eyebrow in confusion.

"No? Non-linear equations? Strange attractors?" Malcolm questioned, grinning seductively. "Dr. Sattler, I-I refuse to believe that you aren't familiar with the concept of attraction," he flirted, making Sattler look away, smiling.

"Hm," Hammond muttered, turning his gaze to Gennaro. "I bring the scientists, you bring a rock star."

Gennaro started to sweat. "Uh..." he uttered, unsure of what to say.

"There it is," Hammond said, pointing. I glanced out the window to see the subtropical island approaching. I breathed in, knowing it was going to be a heavy trip. The helicopter started jolting up and down as it began its descent.

Everyone started laughing and giggling about the experience as I struggled with my seatbelt. Mike noticed and leaned over. "Let me help," he said, reaching across and securely buckling me in. As he moved back to his seat, our eyes locked, and it felt like fireworks exploded in my mind. The moment ended as I noticed the other passengers buckling up. Gennaro's fingers shook, Malcolm buckled smoothly and quickly, and Grant ended up with two "female" pieces, which weren't meant to click together.