A/N: Howdy! I don't own Jurassic Park or InGen *sniff*.

Another one inspired by the story "The Raptor and I". Well, not another one by me, but ya get the idea… I decided to change stuff though, like my own version of it…

Chapter One: Welcome to Jurassic Park

"Anna McNeil, right?"

"Yeah," I said. I felt sick with nerves. "That's me."

Anna McNeil. Sixteen; Scottish. Named after my mother's English best friend. Pale skin, pale eyes, dark hair. No figure. Plain old Anna McNeil. Shipped out to America for a job with the great-uncle or granddad or something of my dad's boss. I needed a job and this guy Hammond needed a worker. I mighta done well with my exams, but not well enough for the college I wanted to get into.

Then this Hammond guy comes along. Offers me a job. Says he needs more people to look after the animals at his theme park. Ya know, cuz a teenager can look after lions and stuff. Totally normal and all. But apparently I'm "one of the best".

"Anna!" I could hear him calling. Lucky Hammond was Scottish too, or I'd be totally alone. "Over here!"

I picked up my bag and walked away from this other guy. Some lawyer called Gennaro. Didn't really wanna talk to him anyway. Hammond was sitting in a helicopter and I had to climb in. I'm not exactly tall. But I'm light; light and fast.

So that's me. Anna McNeil, animal carer for InGen. Short, plain, no figure. Moody in general. Claustrophobic. Bullied a LOT at school. Positives? I can run like hell and I'm damn good in a fight. Three guesses why.

It was a bloody long helicopter ride. Hammond ran me over all the details of caring for the animals, but he never said what species they were. It was all, "Be careful around the alpha" this and, "Don't frighten the animals" that. Be careful, some of them have really sharp teeth. That sorta thing.

Hammond really thought I wouldn't know this stuff? What the hell was running through his mind? What sorta animals did he think I thought –

"Oh my God."

We'd arrived. I knew straight away. And – and there was –

"Oh my God," I heard myself saying again. "It's a – Hammond, that's a –"

"A dinosaur. Yes."

It had grey skin and a huge neck, staring at the helicopter as it dropped. It was a – what was it? Brachiosaur? Apatosaurus? Diplodocus?

"You'll find, I believe, that those three species of sauropod are all the same."

"Oh." God, I felt like a moron. "Right."

"My dear Anna," said Hammond, "welcome to Jurassic Park."

A/N: Review please?