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fandomweekly2019-01-10 11:52 pm
[#002] Statistics (Jurassic Park/World)
Title: Statistics
Fandom: Jurassic Park/World
Rating/Warnings: G
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 500
Summary: The original trio living with not just the opening of the new park, but with every new attraction to get rolled out and advertised, and the weight of knowing how bad it can get-- and the heartache of seeing that weight take its toll at home. (OT3, but not in any explicit way)
Ian’s frozen in front of the television in the staff lounge when they find him, so like the day the new park had been announced, he’d been catatonic when they’d finally reached him, had stood there stock still…
“Alan.” He whispers, which is better than that awful day, at least, and Alan fits himself under Ian’s arm on his bad side, Ellie sliding under his other arm. “A giganotosaurus… that’s bigger than a T-Rex.”
“New attraction?” Ellie frowns. The TV ad is long gone, but the damage is done.
“How much bigger?”
“Ian… you don’t have to think about that. You’re doing what you can.”
“How much bigger? Alan, if you don’t tell me, I’ll just look it up. I would like for you to tell me.”
“I’m not sure. Our specimens are incomplete. Maybe a meter more, tip to tail.”
“Speed?”
“Thirty one miles per hour at most. We think. That’s not faster than a Rex.”
“More than a human.” Ian’s jaw is tight. He closes his eyes, Alan can feel the shudder that runs through him, and he hates this. He hates the way it’s been since they announced they were going to do it after all, in spite of everything Ian once said, in spite of everything he sacrificed to tell the world what a monumentally bad idea… The way he watches the news and barely sleeps, how the nightmares are back, so many more bad days for his leg. How much older he looks.
“Don’t do this to yourself.” Ellie leans up to kiss his cheek, but it’s an old argument. Futile and she knows it.
“This is the work.” He says. “I fix it, or I don’t, but I don’t get to stop trying. Bite strength?”
“We don’t know.”
“Alan…”
“We don’t know. Maybe they do now, but I don’t, we can’t calculate. Not exact-- Weaker than a T-Rex.” He says. That helps, at least, but not much. Ian sags against him, his breathing not so shallow and rapid. “Different kind of hunter.”
“Still a hunter.” Ian swallows. He was fired up at first, when there was a chance to stop the place opening, and now… now, he just always seems so weary. Alan hates to even think the word ‘weak’. None of them are happy with this, none of them are okay, but Ian seems like he’s going through so much more…
“Still a hunter.” Alan presses his face into Ian’s shoulder and holds on tight.
“People will die. Kids, Alan, I--”
“You can rest, Ian.” Ellie urges. “Everyone knows you’re fighting, but you can rest.”
“No.” He says. “I can’t.”
“Ian--”
“You don’t have to understand.” He turns to kiss her head, then Alan’s. “But you have to let me fight. Either I fix it, or I don’t, but I can’t… I can’t.”
“We understand.” Alan promises. Maybe not everything, but enough. If he stopped, it wouldn’t stop the worry eating him alive. They’d still have to see him suffer. “We do, honey.”
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This was a really good example to explore! Recurrent heartbreak, or I suppose exposure to a mixture of horror and heartbreak does really different things than it might for someone experiencing it the first time.
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Thank you for sharing it.
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And thank you!
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