Amy's nerves were a tightly knit jumble of a mess. Ever since the elderly John Hammond had left her campsite two days previous, she couldn't seem to keep herself still for more than a few moments. It was as though Hammond had left behind a hot live wire inside her core that caused her mind to race considerably with what little information she was given as it continuously mulled over and over itself again. If she were to let her mind run for too long and unoccupied by anything else, she would begin to worry over the unseen possibilities her future held. And so, she moved. She did not allow her feet to stop moving as she scrambled around the camp. Whether her time was spent preparing the group for her leave or helping with measly chores, she was moving. Try as she might, the fear of the unknown was still very present in the back of her mind, and she could not manage to cease the trembling within her hands.

"I can go with you if you want me to," Haley's soft voice broke through her thoughts.

Amy passed the other woman a glare and she said rather shortly, "no, you are most certainly not coming."

Haley was a fretter. She had always been - even back in Germany. The two had met as roommates in college and had become very close over the years. So close, in fact, that they would often refer to one another as sisters. It could be a tad confusing to those who didn't personally know the two. Haley Nolmes was a five foot tall blonde from America. With blue eyes hidden behind thickly rimmed glasses and golden hair tied in a messy braid down her back and her soft voice pregnant with a Southern accent, her very being seemed to contradict Amy Young. Amy was a bit taller than average height, her eyes were a dark hazel in color, and long cocoa-colored hair rained past her shoulders in a commonly unkept frazzle. Although she usually hid it well, her German accent would still peak at times.

Despite their obvious physical differences, they were very much alike. Through their many years together, the girls had learned and grown and blossomed into the brilliant and wise women they were now; both very much different than what they started out as. No one realized it too often, but being a paleontologist really did change a person.

It opens your eyes to a new world; a beautiful world. A world so utterly different from our own that it was sometimes hard to remember that the fossils you dug up once walked where you stood. It was strange to think that the world you knew looked like an entirely different planet just a blink in time ago, and once you understood all of this, the world you currently walked on becomes completely different to your eyes. You could never look at a landscape the same way again. And out of this great discovery came an unbreakable friendship.

However, as all best friends and great sisters do, the two were currently engaged in an argument. Haley had been pestering Amy about going to the mysterious island called Isla Nublar since yesterday morning. Amy had asked her to help pack her clothes, but she was quickly coming to regret this decision as the air in her motorhome had been filled with repeated questions and audible groans and agitated finger-tapping all evening.

"I'm coming with you," Haley suddenly spoke, firmly and set as she placed a freshly folded shirt in her suitcase.

"Haley," Amy groaned in great exasperation, a pair of jean shorts crumpling within her tightly closed fist. "I will be gone for one weekend - not forever. I don't need you to hold my hand and I don't need you to baby me. Don't you think I can handle myself?"

If she was honest with herself, Amy really would have liked to have Haley come along. The thought of spending an entire weekend with a bunch of strangers on some island off the coast of Costa Rica was not exactly the most tantalizing thing in the world, but she was an adult and adults did what they had to in order to protect their family. And if that meant staying three days at some faraway museum then so be it.

"Justin can come, too, you know. We can always go to Italy some other time. Besides, it might be fun."

"Jesus, Haley, I said no!" Amy cried out very suddenly. Haley jumped slightly from the harshness of her tone, instantly hitting Amy with a pound of gilt. Amy sighed, trying to compose herself. She didn't want to take her stress out on Haley. "Haley listen," she spoke lightly, pleading. "You are going to go to Italy and spend some quality time with your husband, and I'm going to some random Island off the coast of Costa Rica with a group of strangers. See? We're both going to have a fun weekend!" Haley raised a brow and a small smirk played on her lips, but that air of uncertainty still clouded around her and her smile faltered. Amy reached over and placed her hand on Haley's, giving it a light squeeze. "Everything bad that could happen to us already has. It can't be worse than this."

Haley smiled and squeezed Amy's hand in turn. "I know you can handle yourself. I know that this will fix everything, and I'm excited about it! I just don't feel like this is completely... Safe."

Amy's face fell at those words, her teeth beginning to nibble at her bottom lip as they always had when she was nervous. She already knew something was off with the entire situation; it wouldn't take a scientist to figure that out. She definitely had her worries about leaving, but what's said is done, and she has no other choice but to carry through with the deal. If she were to back out now, she'd be damning her people.

"I know something's weird about this, but I just have to make it through three days and we'll be set from here on out." Haley's brow scrunched and an odd look flickered in her eyes; it was a look that made Amy's insides twist uncomfortably and she suddenly felt sick. She forced a smile through tight lips. "Three days - that's all it is - and we're golden. I promise."

Just three days. She could do this.

Amy gawked at the helicopter from across the airport runway, the steadily increasing fear ever gripping her chest and squeezing her with its icy claws. The very sight of the dangerous flying contraption nearly solidified her to the very spot. The loud humming and whoosh of wind from the propellers hit her like a crashing ocean wave and it made her sick to her stomach and dizzy to her head. She scanned over the small slip of paper gripped in her hands for the dozenth time that minute, re-reading John Hammond's sloppy chicken-scratch over and over again, looking for any mistakes she might have read or words she had missed, hoping this was all just some big mistake.

She thought they would be boarding a boat - not this! She would have taken anything other than a helicopter to get to that island. She would have even considered a catapult if it were an option!

She contemplated heavily over whether or not to call Hammond, maybe even ask him to get her tickets for a boat instead, but she could hardly even manage to get the complete thoughts finished before she heard a scuffling of heavy boots behind her. She went to turn around, fully believing it to be a worker of some kind, but her movement was cut short by a large, thick hand wrapping around her mouth while the other hooked around her waist. Amy didn't have enough time to process what was happening; she couldn't even let out a muffled scream for help before she was dragged behind one of the metal hangers of the airport.

It was at this time that her fight or flight instincts finally kicked in. Amy lashed out, wildly knocking the arms away as she kicked and wiggled away from whomever had grabbed her. The person - who she now was certain was a man - yelped and dropped her like she was a potato sack caught on fire. "Jesus, Amy!" the man hissed as he rubbed his injured leg and cursed under his dank breath. Amy's heart very well could have dropped to her toes, for the person standing before her was the one man she thought she had seen the last of.

Everything happened in slow motion for the young brunette. One moment she stood eye-to-eye, face-to-face with the man she so hated, and the next he was cradling his face, blood seeping between his fingers, his dark sunglasses askew on the now bent bridge of his nose. "What the hell is your problem, Young?" the man spit through his seeping fingers. "Are you insane?"

"Don't you say another word to me, Lewis, or I swear to God I'll hit you again," Amy seethed, her blood boiling from under her skin, her flesh hot as she breathed heavily through her nose. She was so angry that she was nearly seeing red.

How dare this man crawl out of his smelly little hovel! How dare Lewis Dodgson suddenly decide to pop up back into her life!

Amy breathed deeply and clenched and unclenched her fingers tightly, trying her very best not to go ballistic on the poor, pitiful man before her. Her dark brown eyes squeezed tightly shut and she ran her hands repeatedly through her long hair, her teeth nibbling on her lip as her body quivered.

"Amy, we need to-"

"Get out of here, Dodgson," she hissed, her thick, German accent beginning to show. "You better just leave right now, or I'll pound your face in."

"Amy please, there's been a misunderstanding-"

"Damn your misunderstanding and damn your excuses! I don't want to hear it - I sure as hell don't want to hear it from you." She spun on her heels, but was only able to get a few steps away before Lewis snatched her forearm with slick, bloodied fingers. This time Amy wasted no time at all in whipping back to face him, her eyes blazing with fire of hatred as her own hand grasped his in a steel-trap grip. With as much malice and poison she could muster, Amy spit out every single word in her low, German drawl, "you unhand me right now or you won't have a hand at all."

"Dammit, woman, just hear me out!" Dodgson barked back, his grip only tightening further, his own blue-eyed glare peeking from the broken glass of his sunglasses. He then gave Amy a snarling smirk through thin lips, ignoring the light-colored hair that sprawled against his sweaty forehead. "Or are you really that eager to get on that copter?"

Amy paled at this and her grip loosened, the very thought of that metal bird making her sick; well, sicker than looking at Lewis Dodgson. She huffed, trying to think of some comeback that would have him running for the hills, but nothing came to mind. With a heavy chest filled with angered defeat, Amy released his hand like it was some filth-ridden rag. "Fine," she seethed. "Three minutes; explain yourself."

Lewis did little to contain the triumphant look that had clouded his face, but it was gone as soon as it arrived and he was suddenly serious. "I think you should be the one explaining yourself, Young. What the hell are you doing with Hammond?"

"I'm with InGen now," she shrugged, arms crossed tightly against her chest as she mentally counted the seconds.

Lewis Dodgson gawked at the woman, his mouth gaping like a fish at her words. "You what? When the hell did this happen?"

Amy smirked at his look of surprise, a small feeling of pride emanating from his shock. "Hammond came to me personally a couple of days ago. Starting next Monday, I will officially be working for him - me and my group." She may have been a little boastful, but at that moment, she honestly didn't care if Lewis Dodgson thought her vain.

Dodgson hissed out a curse while wiping away the drying blood from his face with the back of his arm, grimacing at the tingling pain in his nose. "This isn't part of the plan," he mumbled. Amy's ears perked.

"Plan? What plan?"

"The plan with Biosyn!" he snapped, nearly causing Amy to flinch from his sudden rage. "You weren't supposed to get fired. This isn't part of the plan! But," he paused, drifting off in thought. Then he started mumbling, more to himself than to Amy, but she heard every word he spoke. "This can work. This can still work. This can be good - this is good."

"What are you going on about?" Amy cut in, her head cocked to the side in confusion. Was this guy insane? Lewis's blue eyes snapped at hers, wild and excited.

"I can fix this - this can still work!" he gushed and lunged for Amy. His hands gripped her shoulders as he looked at her hopefully, towering over her menacingly.

For the first time since Lewis had dragged her behind the hanger, Amy took notice of just how Lewis Dodgson looked; his sandy-brown hair was greatly disheveled, nothing like the usual slick, hundred dollar style. Through the broken shards of his dark glasses, Amy could see just how dark the bags under his blue eyes were. He looked to have not had a wink of sleep - likely in days. Leading from the side of his thinner-than-normal cheeks to his chin was the beginnings of a stubble on his usually pristine and perfect skin. If it wasn't for her blind anger before and she had instead seen him passing on the streets, she might have taken him for a stranger.

His sweaty, clumped hands squeezed Amy's thin shoulders tightly, planting her in place as a crazed smile bloomed. "Everything's fine now, Amethyst! It's just a change of plan, but it can still work!"

Amy's brow scrunched in mild worry as she tried to move away from the man, however, it was to no avail. Lewis had her firmly stuck with his surprisingly strong grasp, which was slowly causing Amy to panic. Amy breathed deeply through her nose, trying to calm her erratic heart. Instead of allowing herself to have a meltdown, she dared to indulge Lewis on whatever he was talking about.

She asked him in the softest and most calming voice she could manage - which was rather hard for the German woman - "what will work, Lewis? What the hell is going on?"

"Listen Amy, Biosyn needs you. They may not realize it, but you're our only hope. We need you to go back to Germany-"

"What? Why do I need to go back?"

"Because you need to bring something back with you! We have a guy working inside of InGen. He is going to get us something. Something important. If we can get our hands on this one thing - this one thing, Amethyst! - and Biosyn becomes the number one bio-tech company in the world. All you have to do is drop it off at our site in Germany." He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. For him, it must have been.

"I don't want to be caught up in anything illegal."

"It's not illegal."

"You're asking me to smuggle something stolen from our rival company over international waters."

Biosyn is currently headed for a sharp decline, especially when competing against companies such as InGen. Although it was a very strong company, Biosyn based much of their research and ideas off of other's work. With the increase in technological advances in the world, it was becoming increasingly harder for Biosyn to keep up; especially since their work was based on what other companies discovered. It came as no surprise to Amy that they were trying to steal something big from InGen.

"Look," Lewis reasoned. "It's nothing dangerous and nothing that will get back to you. If you do this one thing Amy, this one simple thing, everything will go back to normal." Lewis flashed a smile; a smile covered in dried blood and a wild enthusiasm. "Trust me."

Amy's trembling hand clutched the poor steward's hand a little too tightly as the man helped her up onto the platform of the helicopter. The contraption wasn't even on and already she felt sick.

"Ah, Amy, welcome!" Hammond greeted joyfully. Hammond leaned over the legs of a man and woman, offering Amy a helping hand which she easily took. By the beaming grin he had on his face, he didn't draw attention to her trembling, which she was grateful for.

"Hello, Hammond," Amy greeted back as both her and Hammond settled into their respective seats.

Hammond sighed and shook his head. "If I've told you once, I've told you a hundred times; call me John!" Amy held back a roll of her eyes, but apologized anyway, adding an exaggerated "John" at the end. A few people chuckled and Amy's uneasiness lessened if only by a little.

The overhead propellers began their slow circling, followed by a shutter from the helicopter. Within moments, the great machine gave a sudden lurch and began its gradual climb off the ground. Amy's heart leaped into her throat and she clutched the armrest, gripping so tightly that her knuckles blanched from her force and she took a sharp intake of breath. She clamped her eyes shut, mentally forcing herself to breath through her nose as she tried to calm her erratic heart.

Amy took another breath, struggling to focus on anything other than the drumming in her ears. It was proving to be a harder task than she thought as the small space was filled with nothing but a heavy awkward silence and the drone of the engine. There were four people other than Hammond and Amy seated in the compartment, yet no one spoke. Everyone glanced at the other, wondering who the first one to speak would be. Even Hammond seemed somewhat uncomfortable at how quiet his guest were being. After a few more moments of unpleasant silence, Hammond finally decided that he would be the one to break it.

He clapped his hands together, startling both Amy and the man seated next to her and they jumped. "So, introductions!" Hammond chirped with glee. "Everybody, this is Dr. Amethyst Young. She is head of the German expedition Fossiles Holz and, starting this past Thursday, now works for me!" Amy desperately wished she could melt into her seat as everyone's eyes focused on her. She was still trying to fight off the panic of being trapped hundreds of feet in the air and the numerous eyes now locked on her did nothing to settle her nerves. She took a settling breath and mustered up a smile and a nod.

Luckily, the attention was quickly diverted from Amy as Hammond continued his introductions. "This is Donald Gennaro, my lawyer," he gestured to the awkward man next to Amy who gave a small, unsure wave. Gennaro wore a brown suit jacket over a white dress shirt. He was seated quite stiff in his seat and looked very displaced among the small company.

Hammond continued, "and that's Dr. Ian Malcolm, the mathematician."

"Um, actually, it's chaotician," the man seated opposite side of the lawyer corrected. This man leaned over Gennaro- who tried awkwardly to lean away but was stopped short by the seat - and reached out a hand, which Amy took cautiously. His grip was firm and set and he flashed his white teeth in a charming smirk. "Hi. Dr. Ian Malcolm; chaotician. I also do maths." This man was dressed in a black leather jacket, black T-shirt, black pants, black shoes; surprisingly, everything the man wore seemed to be some shade, or, if it was possible, darker than black. Even the sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose were shaded quite dark.

Amy couldn't keep down a small chuckle and she raised an eyebrow. "Little warm for black, isn't it?"

"You're extremely pretty, Amy, I could look at your legs all day," Malcolm then turned and spoke to the blond woman seated across from Gennaro. "I could say the same to you, ma'am," and he winked.

Amy's mouth dropped and her eyes rounded, mirroring the blonde woman's shock. Without warning, Hammond clocked the side of the mathematician's head with his cane. Malcolm rubbed the abused area and sent a weary glare towards John Hammond.

Clearing his throat, the playboy-in-black continued without taking his watchful eyes off of the old man in white, "but, no. As a matter of fact, black is an excellent color for heat. If you remember your black-body radiation, black is actually best in heat. Efficient radiation. In any case, I only wear two colors; black and gray."

Hammond passed the two women an apologetic look. He was quick to straighten his pristine suit and he combed his white hair with his fingers. "Well, yes, um... A-and this is Ellie Sattler our paleobotanist, and that's Alan Grant, our other paleontologist. These two are head of their own expedition group; one that I have been funding for the past five years or so."

"Alan Grant?" Amy suddenly spoke. Her head cocked to the side and she eyed the man seated across from her, who perked at the sound of his name.

"You've heard of me?" he asked and charmed smile crossed his lips.

Amy nodded her own grin beginning to bloom. "Yeah, I think so. Your groups is currently down at Snakewater, correct?" Grant passed Sattler an odd look, both clearly wondering how the brunette could have known that information. Instantly, Amy knew she had the right man. She couldn't hide her grin this time.

"As a matter of fact, yes. How-"

"Ah, I remember you two now!" Amy exclaimed in a too-sweet tone. "Yes, down at Snakewater; the site my excavation was supposed to be at!" Grant and Sattler's eyes widened with sudden realization while an absolute fire blazed behind Amy's cheerful demeanor. "Isn't that one hell of a coincidence, Dr. Grant?"

The male paleontologist let out an uncomfortable chuckle and he ran a hand through his sand colored hair. "Dr. Amethyst Young," he said with a disbelieving shake of his head. "I was wondering why your voice sounded so familiar. You're the one who called me the day after we arrived at Snakewater. The one who cursed at me in - what I now know is German"

Amy smiled at the fond memory and nodded in confirmation. "And you're the one who swiped Snakewater - which was already booked, mind you - right from under me."

"I'm sure you found another site," Sattler cut in hopefully.

"As a matter of fact, I did. West Glacier, to be precise."

"Ah, West Glacier." Grant nodded. "We had our excavation there around three months ago. It was quite successful for us. How was it?"

"Bone dry. We didn't meet our monthly quota with our investors. They dropped us."

"Is that so?" Dr. Grant coughed awkwardly and rubbed his hands together in a nervous fidget. Grant and Sattler may as well have melted into the seat as a result of the scorching brown eyes that bore hatefully between the two.

That's when Hammond jumped in with a quick, "but it's not all black and white; Amy is working for me now! You two can even merge your groups together if you both want to be at Snakewater. Isn't that a nice thought?"

"A brilliant one," Amy huffed, although she wasn't entirely sure Hammond picked up on the sarcasm. There were many minutes of a pregnant thorny atmosphere after that. The small, miss-matched company shuffled within their seats, fidgeting their fingers and trying to focus on something other than the equally uncomfortable passengers. The only person seemingly unaffected by the situation was Malcolm.

"So, you three, um, dig up - dig up dinosaurs?" He suddenly asked. It was a harmless question, however inconvenient it somehow was. Judging by Sattler's and Grant's reaction, it must have been peculiar for them as well.

"Well -" Sattler drawled, trying to come up with a suitable answer.

"We try to," Grant finished with a thin-lipped smile at the other man.

Malcolm nodded and, oddly enough, began laughing; laughing as though he believed the very idea of excavating ancient prehistoric bones ridiculous. Hammond wasn't amused.

"You'll have to get used to Dr. Malcolm," Hammond explained with a shake of his head. "He suffers from a deplorable excess of personality and is a man of strong opinions."

"And mad as a hatter! And that's chaotician, John," Malcolm corrected cheerfully once more. He then leaned over a flustered Gennaro - who had wisely chosen to stay silent throughout the entire dreadful ordeal. "John doesn't subscribe to chaos, particularly what it has to say about his little project."

Amy had read an article once about the chaos theory. Although not near enough to carry out a full conversation on the subject, she had a general idea of what the theory was. If she remembered correctly, it had something to do with the butterfly effect such as something small happening, which ultimately leads to something tremendously big. Or was it about unpredictability? She couldn't quite remember...

Hammond turned to Gennaro and threw his hands up in exasperation. "I can not believe you invited him!" the old man spat out the word like it was poisoned and made a face like it left a bad taste that tainted his tongue. Gennaro's downcast face absolutely radiated embarrassment.

"And it's a good thing you did," Malcolm grinned, "because it sounds as if you have a serious problem." Amy looked at Malcolm with scrunched brows. A serious problem on the island we were headed to? 'How convenient.'

"Codswallop, Ian!" Hammond exclaimed and waved his hand dismissively. "We have no problem. Besides, you've never been able to sufficiently explain your concerns about this island." Malcolm shrugged with indifference and returned to chuckling to himself.

Hammond huffed and rubbed his temple, obviously infuriated by the whole ordeal. It seemed like Hammond's little meeting hadn't turned out exactly to plan.