Laura Dern Instagram Update about Sam Neill's passing 7/13/26

" Sam was my beloved lifetime friend… He showed me the depths of loyalty, protectiveness, and love, always with the driest of wit.

He was a true and noble gentleman, wrapped up in my dream leading man.

Also on A03 under the same title.

Ellie ie and Alan had a busy day. After the fallout from the Dolomites, the Senate hearings, and dealing with reporters, they hadn't had much time for themselves. Though Alan moved quickly and decided to ask her to marry him, he told her now that they had a second chance, he was not going to waste it.

Alan had been fixing a fence for the eventual horses they were going to get, and Ellie was cleaning up the house for when they could get more furniture and move in their volumes of books and fossil samples.

A few years ago, Alan had decided to buy a small farm that needed a great deal of work — a real fixer-upper. He told Ellie that he had decided to buy it in case he wanted to retire, and because Snakewater had so many good memories, and that it was the perfect place.

When he first told Ellie about the place, she was excited. She had told him about wanting a small farm too. A place where she could grow organic vegetables. She lamented that she hadn't been able to do that in the suburbs of Washington. Ellie's environmental work was still important, but she decided to work on it part-time, so she could spend more time with Alan.

This place was a great way to take a break from this hectic world. It was just after sunset on her and Alan's small farm. Ellie was enjoying her cup of tea, revelling in its warmth on this chilly night. She could hear Alan making a noise on the porch. It was a noise she always dreaded. She set down her tea and glanced at Alan - he was cleaning his shotgun. They both hated guns, and they never expected they'd need one on a remote Montana farm, or even a town for that matter. Ellie also owned one, but she was never as "enthusiastic" as Alan about them.

“You expecting trouble tonight?” she asked.

He gave her a dry look as he continued to clean his gun. “We live in a post-dinosaur world, Ellie. Trouble tends to show up whether we expect it or not."

"Compys are just about the worst. If you get a couple of them then it's fine, but they are usually in packs. When they are in packs someone could get killed. So far we have been lucky."

Ellie agreed. "What makes them worse is that they breed like rats."

During the course of her work as an environmental scientist, she knew the damage rats could cause. They owned chickens, and where chickens were around, rats weren't too far away, but things were changing now. You didn't have to worry about them so much anymore with the rise of the Compys. They continued to proliferate across the world. Compys were taking their place.

Their dog started to bark furiously. The barking then turned into growling.

Ellie asked him, "What's wrong, Muttley?"

He was a rambunctious Maltese shih Tzu who had a typical small dog mentality. "Death before dishonour."

A screech rang out from the coop. Ellie, Alan and Muttley tentatively approached it.

Alan asked desperately. "Grab your shotgun and get a flashlight."

Ellie raced to the cabin to get them before rejoining Alan. They gave each other a disbelieving look.

Ellie strapped the gun over her shoulder and turned on the flashlight. Alan quietly loaded his shotgun. They moved tentatively through the grass with Muttley close by.

Ellie swept the flashlight beam— Their worst fears had come true. There were dozens of tiny, green, feathered bodies scrambling in the straw. They had yellow eyes that glowed in the dark. Tiny claws tore at the hens in a bloody frenzy. Several of them hissed, jaws bloodstained. Ellie felt a pang of sympathy for the chickens. Earlier in the day they had just been enjoying the sunshine and pecking in the grass.

“Compys,” Alan muttered. “Goddamn Compys.”

One turned and made direct eye contact with them. Then, like a hive of angry bees, they swarmed to "increase" their numbers. Humans and a dog were much larger, so that made them a better target. Their confidence made them a much better target.

Both of them knew they couldn't take all of them on at the moment in such an open space, and Alan screamed, “Run!"

Ellie quickly followed Alan. They bolted towards their cabin. Muttley ran after Ellie and Alan. He started to bark and growl again.

They reached the porch. Ellie kicked the door open with Alan and Muttley on her heels. One of the the Compys had leapt onto Alan’s leg. Its claws and teeth were tearing through his jeans. Muttley made a flying leap into the air and yanked the Compy off Alan's leg. He savagely tore at it before breaking its neck.

Inside, Ellie slammed the door shut, breathing hard.

"Ellie, we'll have to blast as many as possible. I just hope we have enough ammo. Pray that some of them will retreat."

Ellie nodded grimly. "We'll stand back to back to cover all angles, and hopefully Muttley will take out the stragglers."

The compys began to smash through the windows. They nodded at each other. No words needed to be said. This was it.

There were so many of them that neither Ellie nor Alan had to worry about accuracy. Every time a shot was fired off; their ears rang. It was becoming painful, and the smoke from their gun filled their nostrils, making it harder to breathe.

Boom, boom! Time began to blur... Dozens of compys dropped dead. Some of them dying instantly, others writhing around before they becoming still. The Compys had overestimated their abilities, and some of them retreated into the night.

The blood frenzy was abating, but some of them still didn't want to give up. Ellie and Alan both knew they were almost out of ammo, and that to get more from a cabinet across the room was a suicide mission.

And just as they ran out of ammunition, there was only one Compy left. It hissed and charged—Ellie used the butt of her gun and hit it mid-leap, as it lay withering on the ground. Ellie then lifted her leg and stomped it, making a squealing sound. It moaned in pain before quickly dying.

She glanced at the bloody house, it was almost surreal. Their cabin had looked like a butcher's shop. The smell of their bodies began to make Ellie queasy to the point of vomiting, and it looked like he was going to do it too.

They were both panting, trying to catch their breath, and the adrenaline was beginning to wear off. Alan began to moan in pain, "My leg, Ellie!"

She was shocked by the amount of blood streaming down his leg. She ran into the bedroom and tore a sheet in half. Then she wrapped it around Alan's leg as a tourniquet, and it helped to stem the flow of blood, but she didn't know how long it would last.

They were both stunned into silence, Muttley was whimpering. A Compy had taken a small chunk out of him, and his leg was bloody too. Muttley's whimpering increased when he saw Alan.

Ellie said in a reassuring tone, "It's okay, boy. We're going to get him to a hospital, and I'll make sure you'll be okay too."

Muttley cocked his head. He somehow knew what Ellie was talking about, and he was relieved.

Ellie supported Alan as they walked to their pickup truck. "The Compys are going further north. We have to alert the authorities that they have finally reached Montana.

They both knew their quiet rustic area would never be the same. Through the pain, he agreed. "Yeah, and it looks like the Mesozoic has triumphed over the Cenozoic again."

After making sure Alan was safely in the truck, she tore off the sleeve of her blouse and wrapped up Muttley's leg, and gingerly put him into the backseat.

The adrenaline had well and truly faded now for both of them. There was the shock and weight of what happened. Now came the fear.

Ellie glanced back towards the broken windows, the blood smeared on the floor, the shredded feathers. The cabin was ruined, but it wasn’t the damage that chilled her. The biggest threat to the world wasn't T-rexs, Dimetrodons or Velociraptors. Ellie and Alan had faced off against all three, and they had won. Rather, it felt surreal that such small creatures could injure Alan and Muttley so much, not to mention almost destroying an entire chicken coop and a small cabin.

Summary— Ellie Sattler finds herself in a difficult marriage after all these years with kids to take care of. One night it just all gets to be too much, so the woman turns to her lifelong, old friend Dr. Alan Grant who always seems to be there for the woman when she needs it.

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Warnings: anxiety, panic, implied panic attack, talk to abuse, talk of verbal abuse, talk of physical abuse, comforting, happy ending?, etc.

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Loud. That was all that Ellie could register at this point. Her vision began to blur, whether it was from the impending tears or the impending dizziness, she couldn’t tell. Probably both. She wanted to press the palms of her hands to her ears, try to block out the booming voice. She hated when he did this. Her husband would come home from work and just go off on her. Just start yelling. It would be like that off and on the entire evening. She would put her best foot forward and greet him with a smile, and she would get berated. She would have his laundry folded and put away, and still get shouted at. She would serve him dinner and still get screamed at.