A/N: I have become obsessed with the Claire/Owen relationship and there is no way this couple only went on one date. This fic examines their longer history and how it affects the events of the Jurassic World movie. I do not own anything Jurassic related.

CHAPTER 1

Owen remembers the first time he had laid eyes on Claire Dearing. She was watching him with the raptors. They had hatched a couple of weeks ago and she had come to check on their progress. He knew that she didn't think it was possible to train velociraptors and at that point he was beginning to think the same. Her hair was the first thing he saw, completely distracting him. Bright red that shone in the sunlight. It was longer then and blew around her face due to the winds that were coming off of the ocean. He watched as she twisted it up and piled it on top of her head. She was beautiful. He knew she had to be the operations manager; he had heard a lot about the ice queen that ran the park and over saw the 20,000 people that visited the park each day.

He finished with the four raptors and walked over to her. "You've named the assets?" She asked him.

"Assets? Really Claire?"

"They certainly aren't pets Mr. Grady."

"It's Owen. And yes I've named them. They need names so they know who I'm talking to." He said matter-of-factly.

"Of course." He caught her rolling her eyes. "I am wondering when they will be ready for public viewing. There is a large interest in your raptors."

"Too many people could spook them, and all my work would have been for nothing. I think just my team needs to be here for now."

"Well, will you let me know when I can add this attraction to the park please? Mr. Masrani is also interested in the… assets." She smiled as she said it, knowing that he didn't like it.

"Did you just come here to break my balls?" He said as she turned away from him.

"Mr. Grady-"

"Owen." He corrected her.

"Owen, my job is to make sure that Jurassic World runs at its fullest capacity, and that I have attractions that keep people paying exorbitant amounts of money to see, and this is one of them." She walks closer to him and that's when he notices her high heels, and her long legs. "And if that involved breaking balls, then so be it."

"How about you break my balls some more over dinner tonight?" Owen asked boldly. I mean, she probably had a boyfriend, or a husband and 2.5 kids or something.

"You want to go out to dinner? With me? Like a date?" She was confused, and stuttering; he thought it was cute.

"Well yea. I mean, it's pretty slim pickings here on the island." She rolled her eyes again and started walking away. He ran after her, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Yes, I'd like to take you out on a date tonight, if that's okay. I'll drive."

"No, I'll drive. Pick you up around 6:30?"

"Uhh, yea ok. I live-"

"I know where you live Mr. Grady. This is after all my island."

She walked away once more and he admired the view. Claire Dearing would be the death of him.

OCOCOCOCOC

This was so unlike her. What was she thinking? Claire did not date, and she most certainly did not go on dates with people like Owen Grady. She gripped the steering wheel tighter as she got closer to the 'bungalow' Owen lived in on the outskirts of the island. His place couldn't be further from where Claire was living, in one of the Hilton penthouse suites in the park. She had almost turned her car around three times that's how far away from the park he lived. True to her word however, she pulled up at exactly 630.

He was waiting for her on his porch wearing board shorts? Clearly he was joking. This was her own fault, going on this date. She shook her head and willed herself to keep an open mind. She stepped out of the car to greet him. She was glad that she kept herself somewhat casual. Not as casual as Owen of course. Her green halter sun dress and matching sandals were a lot more comfortable than her usual attire. She had straightened her hair in hopes that the humidity wouldn't frizz it out.

Owen walked over to the car, "Claire, you look beautiful." He stated.

She blushed, "thank you Mr. Grady."

"Claire, you have got to call me Owen."

"Sorry, Owen." She motioned to her car, "Shall we? I made reservations at the seafood place overlooking the water."

Owen hid his grimace. He had never been there but he knew it was one of the most expensive restaurants at the resort. He probably couldn't even afford the bread. "Great, I've never been."

"Oh good. Its delicious, and the view is spectacular."

Owen followed Claire to the car, thinking to himself that as long as his view was of her, it would be spectacular.

OCOCOCOCOC

Claire was not kidding about the view. The restaurant was held up over a low cliff, overlooking the ocean and parts of the park. Of course that had been seated by the corner window with the best view in the entire restaurant. She was the boss after all. Owen had never had such good service in his life.

He ordered a margarita and she laughed, "You don't drink tequila?" He laughed at her.

"I'd much prefer a nice Malbec." She answered, referring to the wine she had just ordered herself. "Plus tequila isn't allowed on my diet." She smiled. She thought back to her college days of too many tequila shots.

He laughed. "That's a stupid diet. But it uhh, seems to be working for you."

Claire couldn't help but blush. "Thank you." The poor guy was pretty bad at compliments.

Their drinks came and they ordered their food. Of course Claire ordered a salad and the leanest fish they had and he ordered the surf and turf, momentarily wondering if he had a large enough credit limit for the bill.

The food was delicious, but Owen had had no doubts about. He knew that Claire enjoyed the finer things in life, just from riding in her Mercedes. He how however shocked by her story. Growing up her family did not have much money and that both her older sister Karen and herself had worked their way through college. She had come from humble beginnings and made something great out of herself, which made him like her even more. They talked briefly about his family, or lack thereof, and his time in the military.

They shared a dessert and when they were done they just got up and left. "Umm, I'm a fan of the whole dine and dash, but I think people know you here Claire."

She laughed, "Consider it a corporate gift from Mr. Misrani." Owen breathed a sigh of relief. Claire pulled out her phone and started looking at her calendar, "So, what do you want to do next. There some music being played at the beach, or we can see the IMAX movie, and the dance club is open until one."

"Dance club?"

"Oh, uh, I was just reading off of the park calendar. We don't have to go there. I've never been myself."

Owen kissed her on the cheek, "You're cute when you're nervous." Claire was shocked, but excited. Owen was different than she thought he would be. "Let's go dancing. I've never been to the nightclub either. Let's be crazy tourists for the night."

"Owen its been years since I've gone dancing."

"Me too, should be fun!"

END CHAPTER 1