Two Worlds

*I do not own any of the Characters of Jurassic Park, except for Una.*

xxMedusaxx

Prologue: Losses and Gains

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The storm had snuck up on the tiny boat, forcing it closer and closer to Isla Sorna, an island the couple new very well to stay clear off. Knowing it would be dangerous to wait out the storm on the actual island the couple debated what they should do. With their two year old daughter sleeping peacefully in her crib the decided it would be safer to drop anchor close to shore and then leaving as soon as storm was gone to avoid capsizing. They had no idea that this would be their last night alive.

Deeper into the jungle, protected by the many trees around them a pack of raptors began to tuck in for the night. A very proud new mother Raptor laid herself amidst the fragmented eggshells allowed her tiny young to curl up beside her for warmth and shelter from the storm. She stared down lovingly at her baby's proud of how many had survived hatching. Close to her, her mate dropped a leg of some defenseless animal, allowing her to eat for the first time that day; the hatching had been tiring business, and very exciting. She nipped lovingly at her mate's muzzle, happier then she could have ever imagined. As she lowered her head to the soft mud mounds of the nest she imagined the great hunters her children would become, and how one day one of her daughters would grow to be the strongest in the pack, and inherit their mother's position as Alpha. Content with her dreams the Mother Raptor closed her eyes unaware of any danger until it was too late.

The Carnivorous roar echoed through the jungle fusing with a loud roll of thunder, as the Spinosaurus bore down on her clutch. The mother raptor struggled to get her babies to run, but they weren't as fast as their full grown pack. She saw the Spinosaurus' reddened teeth, from a previous kill and was enraged by his greedy hunger, but there was nothing she could do for her young, she could merely watch as they were either stepped on or eaten. The Mother raptor was not quick in finding her pack mates, her grief consuming her. She was unaware when her pack mates found her, she was unaware when her weary eyes closed, and was as equally inattentive when her pack mates spurred her forward away from their nesting spot, for all knew it was unsafe to stay in one place for too long.

The depressed Ex-Mother trailed along behind her pack mates, her mind wandering to the happiness of the day before, and how horribly it had ended. Soon her pack was a few leagues away from her, an easy distance; she could run and be there in seconds. But something sounding from across the jungle stopped her. A distance away something was crying, something small and baby like. Without a second thought the ex-mother ran through the underbrush with thoughts of a possible survivor from last night's attack calling for her. She slowed as she neared the coast, only the largest of predators moved in this area. She set an uneasy clawed foot on the shifting sands assessing the wreckage in front of her. It was one of those bipedal animal's creations, and it seemed to have been smashed into to pieces. She could smell the blood and judging by the sizable whole in the structure's side the Spinosaurus had something to do with whatever had happened here. She could see some body parts lying around, looking to have belongs to the bipedal animals that seemed to happen upon the island every now and then, though none stayed for long and most were eaten, and they were quite tasty. Well the plump ones were anyways, if you could get past their layer of flavorless skin, and if you were fond of crunchy bones; however their screams of terror and agony had always amused her. She looked around, the Spinosaurus must be near by, it could be in the waters, or his mate could be further down shore, staying there was just not a good idea. Behind her she heard the sounding cry of her mate, asking her where she was, and right after that a small cry followed him, almost answering him, but in a language she didn't understand. Moving unsteadily on the sand she moved closer trying to find the sound, walking through the gapping whole she found more of the bipedal belongings. The flavorless skin they often changed, strange objects of an undetermined function, the strange see through covering that was hard but easy enough to break through if you could hit it the right way, but would often leave tiny shards that would cut the feet. The cries continued, along with her mate's constant barking, but still she didn't respond. She rooted through what was left, the smell of blood covering up anything else. But then she spotted it, a small bundle moving around under an extremely large layer of the tasteless skin. She gingerly moved it aside and assessed what was underneath.

A small bipedal child lay curled up, the tiny limbs waving about in the air. She looked at it wondering just what she should do. The child stopped crying now and was looking at her intently. She dropped her muzzle in to sniff her and was surprised to feel the small hands wrap around her muzzle tightly. She jerked and the child lifted off the floor and then suddenly fell with a loud smack, and then the crying started again. Startled she moved back in making the soothing sounds she had used last night on her young. She made note of the small arms, and the strange white lumps around her bottom, not to mention how easily her teeth could puncture her skin. She settled herself down beside the child, cooing softly as the child stroked her scales, every second growing more and more fond of the child. A loud roar interrupted the cooing and the child started to screech. In a panic she rolled the child back onto the skin and wrapped her up into it she then picked up the loose ends and ran out into the open. Above her stood the Spinosaurus his long snout salivating. For a moment they stood assessing one another and then he lunged. She jumped to the side and then raced towards the trees carrying her precious bundle, as fast as she could. She weaved back and forth between the trees, listening to the crashing thuds of the Spinosaurus' foot falls and the crunching sound of the trees that fell as he chased after her. She continued weave until she was certain she lost the large predator. She settled down beside her precious bundle, listening to the sounds of the jungle around her. She waited until she was certain the large predator was gone from the vicinity before calling out for her mates. Now all she had to do was wait and they would come to her.

When her pack mates did arrive, none were too happy to see the small bundle she had with her.

"What is this?" Her mate asked moving in to assess the cooing child.

"It's a baby." She responded.

"It's one of those bi-pedal things." Her mate snarled

"Are we going to eat it?" A pack mate asked.

"NO! We're going to keep her." She responded. Silence met her remark.

"We can't keep her, she's not our kind." Her mate snarled the others barked in accordance.

"You ALL dare to challenge me?" She cried getting on her feet.

"That thing will not replace your clutch." A female pack mate whispered. She looked down to the small babe lying on her back.

"I've gotten her this far. If she proves to be too much trouble we will leave her and let the jungle have her, but for now she is mine." She challenged. The pack mates looked at the bundle of pink flesh and then to their leader. They recognized the hurt inside her and decided that giving the bipedal a chance couldn't hurt; it would last through the night anyways.