If you've decided to take a seat and read this crazy crossover, I'm going to assume that you've read or seen Jurassic Park. It's far less likely though, that you've read the Dinoverse books, whose universe this story takes place in. They were six YA novels written by Scott Ciencin (who I just tragically discovered died last year) released around the turn of the millennium about people (mostly teenagers) sent back in time into the bodies of dinosaurs. Apparently written to capitalize on the popularity of Animorphs, they were never really all that well known, and essentially highly underrated.

All six books are evenly split into three separate stories, each one being two books long. The second story, in which this fic takes place, was divided into the third and fourth books (counting the original story as two books).

This particular story in the Dinoverse canon begins where the first ended; after an especially intelligent student/computer whiz named Bertram and his three fellow students, Mike, Candyace, and Janine. made it back to the present, Bertram entrusted the destruction of the M.I.N.D. Machine, his science fair project turned accidental time machine, to his science teacher, the eccentric Mr. London. However, London couldn't bring himself to destroy it, and instead hid the machine in the basement of the school where he tinkered with it, trying to figure out what made it tick.

Once he unlocked the secrets, London activated the machine, zapping the minds of students (a different group from the previous story) as well as his own back in time to 112 million years ago, in Early Cretaceous Texas and Oklahoma, into the bodies of dinosaurs. When there, it is up to the students and London to solve the mystery of an extinction event at a place they call "Ground Zero" in order to prevent a catastrophic future, using a mysterious item known as the Amber Key.

(as before, they communicate through some weird telepathic powers the M.I.N.D. Machine grants, which are also used in far more creative and bizarre ways in this story)

And now, the cast of characters:

Will Reilly, as a Deinonychus
Supposedly the most popular kid in the school, Will is always planning something to keep him under the spotlight along with his friends Lance, Percy, and Zane. Prior to being sent back in time, Will was in the final hours of his campaign for class president, confident that he'd win again, only to lose to a seemingly unknown kid. It's this that prompts Zane and his plan involving Patience to come about.
Back in the past now though, Will finds himself placed in the body of a low on the totem pole Deinonychus, a pack hunting raptor with a ravenous hunger. Unlike the other three, Will was placed precisely at Ground Zero. Separated from the others for the bulk of the story, Will attempts to solve the mystery on his own, confident that it has something to do with his body's raptor pack and the mountain valley they've chosen to stay in.
From the beginning, Will draws the envy and ire of an unusually ultra-intelligent raptor he nicknames "Junior" at first and "Hook" later (after it loses a sickle claw). Will's interactions with this raptor prove to later be at the crux of the whole mystery.

-Patience McCray as an Acrocanthosaurus
A grumpy basketball player, Patience has been in and out of foster homes her whole life, which has convinced her that she can rely on no one, that everybody will eventually abandon or die on her. Friendless by choice, she is constantly ridiculed and ignored by the other, girlier female students for her tomboyish demeanor. It is this fact that draws her into Will and Zane's plan to help Will's ailing popularity; at Will's party originally intended to be his victory party, Patience would show up as Will's date, all girly and prettied up, to show that Will is so great that he even tamed the mighty Patience.
Patience doesn't respond all that kindly.
When sent back in time, she is placed in the body of an Acrocanthosaurus, a five-ton apex predator with an odd sail/ridge running down the length of its back. Unlike Will, she and the others are placed far away from Ground Zero and have to travel quite a distance to get there. In the group, it is her no-nonsense, get-shit-done attitude that makes her the defacto leader, but she starts off very cold and angry towards her companions. In time though, an encounter with her native Acrocanthosaurus family changes her disposition.
Among these Acrocanthosaurs she meets is an unrelated male Acro she names G.K. (short for "Green Knight"), that becomes attracted to her and she in turn develops some very weirdly romantic feelings for him.

-Zane McInerny as a Pleurocoelus=Astrodon
Resident class clown, the short and rotund Zane travels around with Will's posse, where he is known for pulling some of the most memorable and humorous pranks in school. Because of this, he is the frequent target of bullies, which is why he hangs with Will and friends. A kind of guy that no one takes seriously, Zane is the one who came up with the plan involving Will and Patience. While not known for his brains, Zane resents this and hides his serious intellect, deliberately acting the fool out of fear that no one would accept an intelligent class clown.
When Mr. London activates the machine, Zane is placed in the body of a Pleurocoelus, an obscure sauropod dinosaur, far bigger than his traveling companions. He spends a good bulk of the journey providing comic relief, really only helping out when his size is needed, tending to stay out of Patience's way. He eventually starts displaying his genius, however, and gets more serious.
All throughout the journey, Zane is followed by a smaller, younger Astrodon nicknamed "Runt," that is actually the younger sibling of Zane's Pleurocoelus body. Plucky and fearless, Runt helps provide both an exasperation and a moral foundation for Zane and Patience.

-Bob London as a Hypsilophodon
Bob London (known as Mr. London to the others) is Bertram's science teacher and the man who reactivated the M.I.N.D. Machine. Obsessed with it and the effects it had on Bertram and his companions, he became increasingly detached from reality. Known to be a bit eccentric, London is actually a fairly timid man who had no real childhood.
When he activated the machine, he was placed in the body of a Hypsilophodon, a small, fleet of foot, two legged plant eater. While first traveling with Patience and Zane, London takes a backseat role; while he is far and away the oldest one there and has ridiculously encyclopediac knowledge of the era, his inherent meekness and guilt over the predicament prevent him from taking a central role. However, when a storm separates him from Patience and Zane, in an effort to get back he finds the curious child that desires adventure in him again, and takes a much more active role in the events. With this reawakening, he starts to act considerably more childish and selfish, to the derision of his companions.
When separated, London meets a group of four Hypsilophodon that follow his every move. It's this new found popularity and realization of why Will does what he does that really awakens the inner child inside him.

There, now you know all you need to know about the second Dinoverse story to understand this crossover fic!

I of course, have added my own imaginative spin on things. I couldn't resist the idea of three Jurassic Park characters getting caught up in this adventure as well. There will be lots of interesting things happening indeed...

And now, here we go!


Bob.

It both stung and frightened him, but Mr. London knew Principal Matthews had had a very valid point to make when they'd spoken earlier in his office about the science teacher's recent dinosaur-obsessive behavior.

"Look Bob," he'd told him, voice low and stern, "I know you find Bertram's stories about being in the bodies of real dinosaurs wonderfully done and entertaining. I do too. And I agree with you that dinosaurs and prehistoric animals in general are an excellent, time-tested way to get kids interested in several different aspects of science."

"However Bob," the principal had continued, his eyebrows lowering and his gaze becoming sharper, "it's come to my attention that you've-how should I say this politely?- gone somewhat off the deep end when it comes to these matters, to the point where you've been neglecting and ignoring the topics you're supposed to be currently teaching from the class syllabus. That's neither professional nor something we can tolerate here at Wetherford."

In the end, Matthews had given him a no-nonsense warning. Either the science teacher toned it down with the dino-mania and taught his classes according to the syllabuses…or he'd find himself in the unemployment line.

That really concentrated the mind, to put it mildly.

Now, as Mr. London sat in the staff lounge and ate a six-inch turkey and cheese sub with one hand, he used the other to read one of his favorite books, one which his renewed interest in the terrible lizards had prodded him into revisiting a few weeks ago.

Jurassic Park, by Michael Crichton. God, could the man write! Mr. London had every one of his novels. Sphere and Congo were great as well.

He loved the movie immensely too, forever remembering the thrill he'd felt on seeing the spectacularly rendered CGI and animatronic dinosaurs, worlds apart from the pudgy, shuffling, jerky lizards of O'Brien and Harryhausen he'd known as a boy.

Too bad he'd have to leave the book at home now if he valued his job…

Suddenly, an unexpected resolve grasped him. It was one thing to imagine seeing a living dinosaur. To actually be a living dinosaur, though…that was quite possibly within his grasp, thanks to Bertram Phillips and his incredible M.I.N.D. machine.

After his bosses' ultimatum, it was now or never. Speak now or forever hold your peace.

He didn't bother putting the copy of Jurassic Park down. Instead he tucked it under his left shoulder, and kept it wedged there, as he headed towards the high school's basement. It helped feed his motivation and strength.

Only when he'd reached his destination, the biofeedback machine and its many computer screens gleaming before him in the dim light, did he take the book and place it on a nearby folding chair.

When he sat in the old office chair that served as a console, the medical sensors stuck to various spots on his head and chest, the rational, pessimistic part of Bob London didn't really expect anything of note when he switched it on.

But it did.

"I can see any age. Any time," he intoned in disbelieving glee.

Then, the blue lightning, just like in the story. It came for him, tore the science teacher out of reality. He saw it strike others, three different students. The last thing he saw was a final bolt strike the copy of Jurassic Park, making it glow with a heatless sapphire flame.


Muldoon

Muldoon moved past the Jeep, toward the back. The steel door to the armaments room was unmarked. He unlocked it with his key, and swung the heavy door wide. Gun racks lined the interior. He pulled out a Randler Shoulder Launcher and a case of canisters. He tucked two gray rockets under his other arm.

After locking the door behind him, he put the gun into the back of the Jeep. As he left the garage, he heard the distant rumble of thunder.

And then suddenly, there was a colossal supernova of electric blue, accompanied by a whip-crack sound that seemed to blow the world apart as a bolt of lightning struck Muldoon in the chest, knocking him backward onto the dirt.

For a moment, his first thought was that one of the grenades had somehow gone off. Then he realized what had actually happened. Lightning could hit a person as much as ten miles away from the edge of a storm, he knew. And his number had apparently just been drawn.


Henry

Henry Wu shook his head and lightly compressed his lips in irritation as he stood in the control room.

Didn't these people understand that he and the others knew what they were doing? That they didn't take these animals lightly?

Malcom especially, seemed to think him and his staff as little better than a clown college.

They had the right and the duty to express valid concerns about the park and the dinosaurs, yes. But there was also a time when it just wasn't funny anymore. And that time was now.

Then, suddenly, Wu felt an odd sensation within and around him. At first he thought it was his umbrage at their guests.

But no. His skin felt cold and prickly. And he thought he felt something of an electric charge, a hum in the air that shouldn't be there, a sense of something starting to make a gap in space above him.

Suddenly, a streak of blue-white lightning shot out from the floor. Everyone screamed and leapt back, and Wu saw Nedry take a hit from the bolt, even as it struck the geneticist at the same moment.

The floor, the entire control room, seemed to disappear as strange energies engulfed him, made his body tense. Electricity surrounded him. A strange machine seemed to rock and quake at his side.

Suddenly Wu was free of his body. He had the overpowering sensation that he was now a being composed of thought energy, of desires and dreams. Not a god, not a person, not a spirit, but all of that and none of that at once.

He heard a strange man's voice shout in disbelief, "What?! There's actually a reality where these characters exis-"

And then Henry Wu was somewhere else, his true body slumped in a coma on the floor of Jurassic Park's control room along with Dennis Nedry's.


Henry

The next moment, Wu found himself in a state of bliss as the warm rain poured down on his chest and belly. He was writhing on his back in a patch of coarse gravel, head raised as he scratched the itchy fly bites dotting his spine and shoulders against it. His skin felt odd. Wrinkly. Thick. Rubbery.

It was taking a chance, being in such a vulnerable position like this, when a predator could burst out of ambush and take him before he'd even be able to get to his feet, much less run.

But the rainstorm and presence of the other four bulls, resting or browsing in the rain around him, made that unlikely, and he could indulge in a back scratch in safety. Okay, the bites on his back had had their share of gravel scrubbing. Time to get back onto his feet and have a drink from one of the pools of rainwater.

Turning onto his right side, Wu reached out with his left hand and foot, shifting his weight as he stood back up on all fours.

Wait a minute. On all fours?!

It was then that Henry Wu's mind finally snapped to attention.

He suddenly remembered the lightning striking him in the control room, along with Nedry. And now…

There were ferns all around him, taller tree ferns, a bunch of cycads off to his right, conifers like pencil pines, cypress, and junipers, clumps of palmettos, horsetails, and scattered taller palms. There were also herbs and flowering bushes as well.

And most importantly, there were the dinosaurs, four large, thick-tailed herbivores peacefully cropping ferns and bushes around him with their turtle beaks. A little under half a mile to his left, Wu saw an entire herd of the same species, close to sixty strong, with about fifteen long-necked sauropods mingled among them, all browsing their way through the open forest.

He couldn't believe it. How could he possibly have gotten not only outside the building, but inside one of the herbivore paddocks as well? How could that have been allowed to happen? And why did his skin feel so strange and rough?

Something seemed "off" about the dinosaurs though. The sauropods, for one. Their front legs were much longer than their back ones, like a hyena's, and their tails were much shorter than an apatosaur's. And their heads were radically different too, with large nasal chambers, chunkier, shorter, and broader than that of the elongated, horse-like ones of Apatosaurus. The smaller herbivores looked quite similar to hadrosaurs-but they too, were not quite the same, with distinct spikes on their thumbs and different heads.

He hadn't cloned any dinosaurs like these in the lab-he'd definitely have recognized them if he had. And they all seemed distinctly smaller than they should've been from his perspective.

Either that, or he was much bigger.

What was going on here?

Taking a deep breath, Wu turned his head both to get a better look at the herd and get his bearings. When he did, the part of the herd he was trying to focus on vanished. It just vanished from his vision.

(What the hell!?) the geneticist gasped. He gasped again and jerked at the realization that although he'd moved his mouth and "heard" his speech, he hadn't actually produced any sounds.

He could see the left portion of the dinosaur herd...and the right portion too. But the part he was supposed to be looking dead-on at wasn't there! And he realized then that everything he actually was seeing had a flatness to it, not as much of a sense of depth to the objects. There was a modest, but bizarre blurriness to everything as well. He no longer had any stereoscopic vision!

Cautiously, he tried to stand up…and found it unexpectedly difficult, wobbling and tottering. What in fiery Hell had the lightning strike done to him?

He tried to look down at his hands, but again, only saw what was off to the sides. Tilting his head and craning his neck to compensate, Wu stared out of his right eye at his hands-and got a profound shock.

(It just can't be...) he whispered.

Instead of his pale brown human hands with their flat nails and long fingers, he saw, spaced far farther apart then what should be anatomically possible, a pair of dolphin gray, scaly mittens of flesh, speckled with slate blue. Sticking out from where his thumb should be was a great black stiletto of a spike, and on the other side of the mitten was an opposable little finger, ending in a sort of little dark gray hoof, like a rhino's. He knew very well which genus of dinosaur had bony spikes for thumbs.

Wu decided to raise his left hand-and one of the mitts moved in response!

(Holy Christ!) he yelped loudly in that freakish internal voice.

In rapidly growing agitation, Wu waved his thick tail. Good God, his tail?! And how could he be able to clearly see it waving about?! His range of vision in general frankly, was abnormally wide.

He clenched his eyes shut and took a few deep breaths, desperately trying to keep it together, to regard things rationally. What was happening to him?! What had to be behind this?

Wu went down a mental checklist of what could be a potential cause for these crazy perceptions. He'd never done drugs, far less ones that caused hallucinations. He drank on occasion, but not even remotely enough to induce deliriums. Could the lightning strike have done it, scrambled his brain?

He honestly didn't know which possibility he found to be more horrifying.

At any rate, he'd heard of people having either temporary or permanent problems with short or long-term memory, and/or being more prone to confusion after surviving bolts from the blue-which could certainly explain him regaining awareness in a dinosaur paddock. You'd think the Tican guards would've intervened long before that though.

And he knew that a lightning strike could likewise alter a person's sensory awareness, with effects ranging from a sense being sharpened to being completely lost, to perceiving stimuli abnormally. Then why did the rain falling on him, the insects crawling on his skin, the plants touching him, the dung and wet soil he smelt, come across as so real?

Maybe it's all a dream, he thought desperately. I'll open these eyes, and I'll wake up to normalcy, to the real world in my bed on Isla Nublar.

He carefully, expectantly reopened his eyes. Still unable to see in front of him. Still an astonishing field of vision, able to look back along vertically wrinkled, scaly flanks. Still seeing objects as flat and somewhat blurry. Still entirely new dinosaurs around that didn't "look" the right size, with no electric fences, dirt roads, or any other manmade things to be seen. He gave a slow, deliberate gulp, starting to shudder all over.

Perceiving something with your senses is one thing. Comprehending and accepting it is quite another.

(No. This is impossible. I can't be trapped like this...) he whispered.

But the denial could only last for so long. It was not a dream, Wu realized in confused horror.

As Conan Doyle's legendary detective would say, when you had eliminated the impossible, whatever remained, however improbable (or terrible), was the truth. Even if that truth should be impossible in its own right.

Henry Wu knew what he should be. He should be a brilliant, thirty-three year old Chinese-American geneticist from Columbus, Ohio, with a degree from Stanford University, currently performing the groundbreaking procedure of bringing dinosaurs back to life from DNA in preserved blood on a remote island off the west coast of Costa Rica.

But that somehow wasn't him any longer. His soul, consciousness, mind, or whatever, was now inhabiting another skin, another body, that of an Iguanodon, the "original" dinosaur.

(Nnnooooooooo!) he wordlessly shrieked, a deep, nasal drone erupting from his beaked mouth that made the four bulls around him startle in their own panic, wheeling about and wildly scanning the landscape, standing on their hind feet and wielding their thumb spikes as they braced for a presumed predator to come at them. (This can't be happening to me! I'm not trapped in the past, in a dinosaur's body!)

A blind panic overtook Wu then. He stood up on the Iguanodon's broad, three-toed feet and broke into a desperate, out-of-control run, smashing and crashing through the ferns and palmettos, as if he could somehow burst out of the dinosaur's skin as his rightful self if he could just go fast enough, or race into the future.

As his new, three and a half ton body bulldozed through the forest, small mammals and lizards and birds scattering before him, another portion of Henry Wu's mind was dully, deeply baffled. Why were they running in terror like this? There were no predators chasing them, no scent or sound of danger. Even if there was something big and toothy out there, the long-necked browsers with the breeding herd nearby would've detected it and sounded an alarm by now.

Wu didn't have either the time or desire to dwell on what that new, other part of himself was, or what its existence implied. His new legs were amazingly powerful and strong, the bunched thigh muscles full of stamina and able to generate strides at least three times longer than a human's.

After several hundred yards of panicked flight, Wu suddenly tripped over a fallen log, landing hard on his chest in the mud and soaked leaves with a sharp grunt.

(Ouch,) he moaned, gingerly gathering his dinosaur limbs underneath him and standing back up, shaking his head like a horse. (Thank God I didn't break anything,) he muttered in his new head-voice. Moving about in this body was challenging. He just wasn't used as yet to its weight, its titanic power.

Then he heard another creature moving through the understory, from his front right side. The Iguanodon didn't seem concerned in the least by its sound or scent, but Wu froze and stood up on his hind feet anyway.

(Henry?) a familiar voice suddenly demanded silently in his head. (Henry, is that your voice?)

(Who's there?!) he demanded, hope swelling within him.

A dark brown-gray shape emerged from a group of cycads then, moving with the deceptively quick, jogging trot of a hippo. It was another, different type of dinosaur, with a low, broad body and no taller than a man's chest. The dino looked to be about fifteen feet long, with an extremely long tail. Muscled like a weightlifter, it was absolutely covered in bony armor.

Its arched back had parallel rows of large, cone-shaped pieces of bone curving across it, with smaller, pebble like armor filling in the spaces around and between. Over the hips, the bone pebbles and larger domed plates were fused very tightly together to form an impenetrable shield of bone. Behind them, flat triangular plates lined the edges of the long tail, pointing outward and growing smaller as the tail became thinner. Two rows of domed scutes ran down the length of its neck.

But what really got Wu's attention were the massive ebony spikes. Three massive pairs, curved like fourteen inch long horns and shining like raku ware, jutted out from each side of the dinosaur's neck, with a shorter one just below. Most impressive of all were the spikes on the shoulders, each one guarded by a two foot spear of bone and horn, shaped like a long thorn and every bit as sharp. A row of shorter spikes ran along each flank.

This was clearly some type of ankylosaurid, and one obviously well able to deal with anything the age of dinosaurs could throw at it.

The armored dinosaur slowed down, and then came closer, stopping to regard Wu with its tiny amber eyes as the rain streamed off its back.

(Hey there,) Wu greeted it, feeling a little bit silly.

The other dinosaur's eyes widened, and Wu "heard" a voice say in his mind, (Henry, is that you!?)

(Rob?) Wu said in wonder.

(None other,) was the armored dinosaur's response as it nodded. At that, Henry Wu felt his body sag in relief. If he hadn't had a beak at the end of his face, he would've given a grateful grin. As it was, he broke out into laughter, produced both by the ridiculousness of it all and out of a deeply thankful pleasure. At least he was no longer alone.


Muldoon

Robert Muldoon was a very practical, down-to-earth man. It hadn't taken him very long to realize what he'd become and how very much out of time he was. And he knew that he wasn't dreaming or suffering brain damage.

But oh my God, had things just become curious and bloody curiouser, to paraphrase Alice. It was sheer madness as a concept.

Now, in this strange world of the past, he stood in the rain with an Iguanodon currently inhabited by the mind of his colleague, Henry Wu. Bloody strange position, being on all fours like this. All his human instincts were prodding him to stand up.

First order of business was to at least try to figure out what exactly had done this to them. Then they both needed to calmly study this situation, their new way of being, think about how to cope and what to do.

(Were you hit by that blue lightning too?) Wu asked hurriedly in Muldoon's head.

(Yes, I was. While leaving the garage where the Jeeps are kept. You must've been in the control room.)

Wu nodded his great, scaly horse head. (Which is odd, because although I can understand you getting struck, since you were outside, the electrical grid is supposed to be insulated against such an event.)

(Well, at any rate, it happened. And it's obviously connected to why we're here. I'll be damned if I could even begin to guess what role it played exactly though.)

(That makes two of us. This doesn't make any sense!) Wu cried suddenly. (I don't want to be like this,) he panted in growing hysteria, pacing like a leopard in a zoo cage as the muscles of his new body worked underneath his baggy monitor lizard hide. (I don't want to be a damned dinosaur, but a human again!)

(I know, but we've got to stay calm Henry. We've got to keep it together!)

(Keep it together?! Keep it together?! How can you say that when you're also walking on all fours, with a tail and covered in spikes like some monster?!)

(Hey, this isn't exactly something I'm bloody delighted about either, Henry! And I can't help that I look this way!)

(We're never getting back. We're going to live out our lives in this prehistoric swamp and jungle until we either die of old age or get kil-)

(Listen to me Henry. Listen to me,) Muldoon commanded. (Working out in the bush,) he continued, (one life lesson I learned quickly is to just take one day at a time. And as a good mentor of mine once said, 'Sometimes you're just better off accepting that the way things are, are the way things are.')

Wu snorted in contempt. (That's bullcrap. No way on Earth am I ever accepting this!)

(Well, you've got to. We can't afford to go into hysterics, or we'll end up dead. You hear me? We need to focus on the moment and what might have happened to us.)

Wu's great goat eyes slowly closed.

(Are you feeling faint?) Muldoon asked in concern. (You should probably sit down if you are.)

(I would but...I don't even know how to sit down as an Iguanodon.)

(Well, you must have seen the hadros sit down, right? Or ostriches? Just try to follow their example,) he suggested.

Somehow, with a lot of wobbling and a near-faceplant, the geneticist managed to get his body into a seated position, supporting his weight on the calloused bottom of the Iguanodon's pubic bone, body at a 45 degree angle to the ground.

Muldoon was silent for a while after that, gently swishing his long tail through the ferns. Wu did the same.

(This reminds me,) he said at length, (quite a lot of The Sword in the Stone, and how Merlin turned Arthur into several different kinds of animals to educate him about the world.)

Wu shook his head hard, then blinked. (I've got to keep in mind how heavy and differently balanced this body I'm not supposed to be in is. But no Rob, I'm not a man who believes in magic mumbo-jumbo.)

(I don't either,) Muldoon replied in their strange new telepathic method of talking. (And if we can find any hard facts that can give us even a glimmer of an idea of why we're in this time and these bodies, by all means let's use them to full advantage. All I'm saying is we need to think outside the box, be prepared to take the fantastic into account.)

Wu pondered that for a time. (Well, I guess you're right about that, considering this is fantastic enough already,) he said, giving a lunatic sort of chuckle.

(I suppose it could be worse,) he went on as he scanned the forest. (While I'd really rather not have been tossed back into the deep past like this, at least this Iguanodon's body feels like it can take care of itself just fine. And I don't think a predator would even consider going after you!) he laughingly added.

(You've certainly got an impressive bulk and pair of thumb spikes,) Muldoon agreed. (And I'd love to see a predator dinosaur try for me, you're right about that,) he chuckled smugly.

(And we're both herbivores, so at least we won't have to hunt down food.)

(Right. I suppose it goes without saying that we've got to stay together, in the interest of both our sanity and mutual protection,) Muldoon reflected as he scanned the forest about them.

(I don't know if that'll be nearly enough to ward off madness for me.)

Suddenly Wu carefully, shakily stood back up on his muscular hind legs, branches brushing his head as he very deliberately tried to get a scent on the crisp, wet breeze. (Speaking of protection though…)

(What? What is it Henry?)

Wu's nostrils flared again in their exotic pouches of pumpkin orange skin. (That's bizarre. This Iguanodon's nose is detecting…don't call me crazy, but-)

(Just tell me.)

(It's…it's smelling the odor of fear. From something deeply terrified. Something alone, and coming this way.)

Another voice rang out in their heads then, accompanied by a piercing yelp.

(Help me ! Help mmmeeeeeee!)

Muldoon saw Wu's goatish eyes widen in recognition.

(Who the bloody hell is that now?) Muldoon inquired, standing on tiptoe and facing in the same direction as Wu.

(You won't believe this, but…it has to be the other person I remember now who I saw also get hit in the control room.)

(NO, NO, for the love of God, nnnooooo!)

(I've only been around him for a few hours,) Wu amended, (but that voice is unmistakably Dennis Nedry's!)

And he was coming their way.


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For those who may not know, Muldoon is co-habiting the body of a nodosaurid known as Sauropelta, or "lizard shield." Wu of course, is in an Iguanodon bull. As for Nedry...you'll have to see next chapter! And even more importantly, either my next chapter or the one after will see our Jurassic Park stars encounter the Dinoverse teens-and both parties will have their minds seriously blown.