I don't own Jurassic Park and all dialogue belongs to the writers. This is the movie with the addition of Grant's daughter. It's mainly her P.O.V. with some chapters being from other P.O.V.s. I have updated to give the characters more depth.

Chapter 1: Emily Grant

My name is Emily Grant. I'm sixteen, and Dr. Alan Grant is my father. My mother died a few months ago and I was sent to live with my father. My father never wanted kids. He bolted as soon as he found out about me, so to say our relationship is non-existent would be correct. Dr. Ellie Sattler is his girlfriend. I really like her. We connected immediately and she has been helping me with getting closer to my father.

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"Dr. Grant, Dr. Sattler, we're ready to try again." I look up as one of the diggers comes up to us.

"I hate computers," my dad says.

"The feeling's mutual," is Ellie's reply. I shake my head at their attitude towards technology. We make our way over to the monitor in the tent.

"How long does this usually take?" Ellie asks the computer's operator.

"It should bring an immediate return. You shoot the radar into the ground, and the bone bounces the image back. This new program's incredible. A few more years' development and we won't even have to dig anymore."

"Where's the fun in that?" I chuckle at my dad's response. He wouldn't know what to do if he couldn't dig up dinosaur bones. Personally, I hate that he put digging up dinosaurs over me. It wouldn't really be a shame for him not to be able to do that anymore.

"It's a little distorted, but I don't think it's the computer."

"Postmortem contraction of the posterior neck ligaments," I point out on the screen. "Velociraptor?" I ask looking up. Both dad and Ellie are staring at me. I shrug my shoulders. I've learned a few things these past couple months. Dad gives me a half smile before continuing. It's better than nothing and Ellie gives my shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

"Yes, good shape too. It's five, six feet high; I'm guess nine feet long. Look at the extraordinary…" The screen goes fuzzy for a second after he touches the screen.

"What'd you do?" The computer guy asks.

"He touched it. Dad's not machine compatible." I say this while laughing. This receives a laugh from everyone and I am relieved to see my dad laughing as well.

"Hell, they've got it in for me. And look at the half-moon shaped bones in the wrist. It's no wonder these guys learned how to fly." A few people chuckle at this.

"No, seriously." There is more chuckling going on. I just roll my eyes.

"Well, maybe dinosaurs have more in common with present-day birds than they do with reptiles. Look at the pubic bone, turned backward, just like a bird. Look at the vertebrae, full of air sacs and hollows, just like a bird. And even the word 'raptor' means 'bird of prey'."

"That doesn't look very scary. More like a six-foot turkey." I look over at the little boy who spoke. He belongs to one of the workers. He's here because it's his summer break.

"A turkey, huh?" My dad questions. I know he's going to do one of his demonstrations.

"Oh, no. Here we go." Ellie says while giving me a look.

"Okay, try to imagine yourself in the Cretaceous Period. You get your first look at this six-foot turkey as you enter a clearing. He moves like a bird, lightly bobbing his head. And you keep still because you think that maybe his visual acuity is based on movement like T-Rex, and he'll lose you if you don't move." The kid gives a sigh like he could care less about what is being said.

"But no, not Velociraptor. You stare at him, and he just stares right back. And that's when the attack comes. Not from the front, but from the side." My dad emphasizes this point by bring his two forefingers together quickly.

"From the other two raptors you didn't even know were there. Because Velociraptor's a pack hunter, you see. He uses coordinated attack patterns, and he is out in force today. And he slashes at you with this, a six-inch retractable claw, like a razor, on the middle toe." The boy's eyes go wide as dad brings out his claw fossil.

"He doesn't bother to bite your jugular like a lion, say. No, no. He slashes at you here or here." With each word he makes a slashing motion.

"Oh, Alan." I look over at Ellie and she is shaking her head. I can feel the boy's pain. There have been many times my dad has done the same to me, trying to scare me. I finally had to tell him that stories like that don't easily scare a sixteen year old. He quickly stopped.

"Or maybe across the belly, spilling your intestines. The point is, you are alive when they start to eat you. So you know, try to show a little respect."

"Okay." The boy looks completely mortified. He looks to me and I put a hand on his shoulder.

"My father, always trying to get a rise out of someone. Don't sweat it kid." I say before following dad and Ellie.

"Hey, Alan, if you wanted to scare the kid, you could have pulled a gun on him, you know." I laugh at Ellie's comment as I catch up to them.

"Yeah, I know. Kids. You want to have one of those?"

"I don't want that kid. But a breed of child, Dr. Grant, could be intriguing."

"What's so wrong with kids?" I ask sarcastically. Dad gives me a look.

"Oh, Em, look. They're noisy, they're messy, they're expensive." Dad starts off with his usual ramble about kids.

"Cheap, cheap." Ellie says, winking at me in the process. She is usually on my side when dad and I argue.

"They smell." I find myself getting annoyed with the usual excuses. I clench and unclench my hands trying not to go off.

"They do not smell," Ellie replies quickly.

"Some of them smell. Babies smell." My counting to ten has not abated my growing anger.

"Like you would know," I mutter under my breath. Dad stops abruptly and turns to look at me. I register the hurt in his eyes but don't back down. I look at him with anger in my eyes.

"Give me a break!" Ellie says this in a giving up voice not hearing what I had just mumbled. She looks at us and notices the glares. Before she can comment, a helicopter comes up over the hill.

"Cover the site!" Ellie is shouting. We all sprint off towards the site.

"Cover up the dig!" Dad yells as he starts running toward the helicopter blowing up dust. "Tell them to shut down! Shut down!"

"Cover it all up! Pull it over!" Ellie yells as she grabs the tarp. I grab the other side and together we start covering the bones. Others quickly come to our aid. I look up to see dad running toward the trailer. I hop up and go after him.