I'm creating a prompt collection in case I do several. I accept prompts either through reviews or through my tumblr (in ask, one per ask) but I'm not promising I will do them all because as some of you may not my hands are tied with hayffie as it is. But I don't mind writing some Clawen on the side ;)

Prompt: jealous!owen and claire finding it really cute. Please! :)

Green Eyed Raptor Trainer

Owen had naively thought that this evaluation bullshit was supposed to be about evaluating him and his capacity as raptors trainer. As in : the only raptors trainer of the island. As in : the only known raptors trainer in the whole bloody world.

Clearly he had been wrong because since the beginning of the week, instead of trailing after him and making notes on that overpriced tablet of hers, Ms Dearing had been talking with the paddock's head veterinarian, laughing and touching her hair every two seconds while her poor assistant Zara – who, by the way, was terrified of the still growing dinosaurs and very bad at hiding it – shadowed him everywhere and asked questions that were supposed to be standard but were as boring as completely ridiculous. Did he feel welcomed in the company? Really ? He spent his days out in the paddock and some of his night too. The more he had seen of the company so far were Hoskins and Claire Dearing and while he didn't mind the latter, the former made his skin crawl.

And still, he mused as he helped Barry and the handlers put away the harnesses at the end of the day, Claire was laughing with Andy. He was good-looking, Owen supposed, if one liked the tall, dark-hair, blue eyes type.

"It's so unprofessional." he scoffed under his breath.

"What was that, Mr Grady?" Zara asked, looking up from her phone.

"Nothing." he replied quickly.

Barry turned his head away to hide his amusement. His friend was never short of new teasing material to use against him and Claire Dearing was currently his favorite subject.

Officially, Owen hated her : she was too corporate, too cold, too clean – seriously, who lived on a tropical island and dressed in suits complete with jackets every day without breaking a sweat?. Unofficially, Owen liked the fact she always had to get the last word, he liked the fire he could see burning behind her eyes and, there was no point lying, she was a gorgeous woman and there was no hiding that under those suits.

Andy said something and she laughed. It was loud and it made several handlers turn their heads and Owen called it. Enough was enough.

"Excuse me but some of us are trying to work." he snapped, so harshly heads turned the other way to stare at him with obvious surprise. He usually wasn't short-tempered. You couldn't work with raptors when you were short-tempered. There was just something about Claire laughing at something the vet said, her plain attention on the guy, that was rubbing him the wrong way. He wanted those eyes of her back on him. "You know ? The work you pay me to do and you've been disrupting those past few days with your pointless evaluation you don't even do yourself? The work with dangerous animals who can startle at loud noises no matter how hilarious the joke was?"

If he wanted attention, he certainly had it now. The whole room was looking at him – mainly because the raptors had gone back in the paddock ten minutes earlier and there was no risk of them startling and hurting someone. He kept looking straight at Claire but he noticed Barry in the corner of his eyes, turning his back on everyone under the pretext of putting tools away but very much in need of hiding his shaking shoulders.

A lot of emotion flashed on Claire's face : annoyance, anger and, by the end of his little speech, she looked sorry.

"I would apologize but you are so rude I don't think it's worth the effort, Mr Grady." she hissed. "Zara, I think we are done here."

Zara, like the good assistant she was, took the hint and ran out to get the car. Claire followed at a more leisured pace after saying a quick goodbye to Andy. The vet made a move as if to follow but a glare from Owen froze him where he stood and the man lifted his two hands in an obvious peace offering. Owen wasn't about to let that slide so easily though and he followed Claire out. Zara had reached the car and their immediate surroundings were deserted which suited him just fine.

"You can't keep on distracting my head veterinarian." he called after her.

She spun on her heels, clearly outraged by the accusation. "I did not distract Andy, Mr Grady."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "How come you know his name is Andy but you can't remember to call me Owen?"

She opened her mouth and closed it just as quickly, studying him with a brand new sort of intensity. Her lips twitched as if she was fighting a smile. "Are you jealous, Mr Grady?"

"Jealous?" he sputtered.

"Yes, jealous." she repeated with obvious satisfaction. "Because if you were jealous, you should know the solution to that is very simple. Ask me out."

It was his turn to open and close his mouth like a goldfish, unable to find a retort to that. How had they gotten from him being angry at her unprofessional distracting of his veterinarian to her demanding he asked her out?

She waited for a few seconds and then her face fell in disappointment, her cheeks reddening slightly. "Never mind."

She turned and headed back toward her car where Zara was waiting. He caught up with her in two long strides.

"So… Friday at seven?" he hesitated.

"Saturday at eight." she replied, typing on her phone without even looking at him. "I will pick you up."

"Okay." he said, completely dumbfounded.

"Oh, and Owen…" She was about to get in her car when she paused, glancing at him with a grin. "You're cute when you're jealous."

He watched her car leave the paddock with a matching grin on his lips.