Authors Note: I do not own anything Jurassic Park/Jurassic World related.
SPOILERES FOR ALL JURASSIC SERIES. So. I'll ruin it all. Don't read if you don't want things ruined :p
BACKGROUND: Just to clear some things up before you begin to read. This story takes place a few months after the incident at Jurassic World. It involves Owen Grady, Ian Malcolm, Sarah Harding, Henry Wu, and an OC - potentially other OC/characters from the entire series (not entirely decided on all quite yet). This is going to be taking place on Isla Sorna (Jurassic Park: The Lost World and Jurassic Park III take place on this Island). This is an Owen/OC story. If you have any questions feel free to ask :)
SOMETHING that could bother people, although it doesn't bother me, is the story will be told in different POV - and not just the person. Some parts are in third person and other parts are in first person, as well as different POV's of said peeps. I put the transitions in as smoothly as possible, so, hopefully you enjoy it anyway :D
Chapter One
You could hardly tell the difference between the sky and sea. The cerulean hues blending viciously. Almost mockingly. As if the path was blurred, preventing one from escaping the lush green of the quaint Island.
A tired man stepped off the boat with stiff limbs. His mossy eyes narrowing up at the cloudless sky. Hopefully it wouldn't storm anytime soon, but being at such a "remote" Island-it was hard to predict the weather. He didn't have any time to spare, he was here for a pressing matter, and he wasn't sure how much time he had to lose before all was lost.
With a frown he pressed through the crowd of tourists onto the solid platform. To most it might be a relief to get off the shakiness of the rough ocean waves, but for Owen, he took comfort in it. It reminded him of the many nights spent at sea in the Navy. Where things made more sense than they did now -shockingly- because one thing he learned from his experience, is that any form of government was seriously fucked.
His eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a familiar sign. There were so many people. Too many, which reminded him like a fresh cut how pressing his time was. Everyone's lives were in his hands. And he ..wasn't sure he'd be able to save them in time. If only he could shout at the top of his lungs and force them back to where they came from. But he would be thrown off the Island before anyone would bat an eye in his direction. He'd be ridiculed, mocked as the man who "lost his shit." No, he had a point to make. And thousands of lives to save. Including his own.
A large white sign with his name "OWEN GRADY" scribbled in permanent marker was held high. The hands holding it were wrinkled with age. Owen scanned the elder mans graying disheveled hair, deep cocoa eyes hidden behind black rimmed glasses, and the slight scruff of facial hair that indicated he hadn't found this moment important enough to shave. Not that Owen did, either, he tried to think about the last time he shaved. Four days ago? Five? What did it matter anyway?
He raised a calloused hand in greeting as he slowly approached.
"Dammit people," he growled to himself as a family brushed past him in their haste. "Trying to save lives here."
A firm hand was shoved in his face. He was almost eye level with the elder gentleman, shorter by a tad. Not enough to make a significant difference. He pursed his lips.
"Owen," he greeted. "Nice to finally put a face to the name."
"Same to you, Ian."
"Malcolm, preferably."
"Of course," Owen said. He glanced at shorter woman beside Malcolm. She had vibrant copper head and stunning forest eyes, they were probably more mesmerizing than the flush trees covering the Island. She was beautiful, Owen decided, and if she were around his age he'd surely find her attractive. He had a thing for redheads. But she was older, around Malcolm's age.
Malcolm placed a hand on the woman's shoulder. "This is my wife, Sarah."
Owen held out a hand and the woman shook it with a tight grip. He smirked. A woman with power was always a turn on in his book. He never liked the tamed kind. Which is precisely why his last relationship hadn't worked out.
"Nice to meet you, Sarah."
"Same to you… with all the…" Sarah gave a pleased smile. "Muscle."
Her husband scoffed, "We are here for a reason, Sarah, not for eye candy."
She waved a hand uncaringly.
A chuckle escaped Owen briefly, before he straightened his posture. "Unfortunately, your husband is right. It's best if we get this plan in action right away."
Maclom glared at something behind Owen and muttered, "Maybe it's best if we take this conversation elsewhere. Maybe get settled into our suite."
He cocked his head to see a suited man eyeing them from the crowd, a hand to a bluetooth device in his ear. His shoulders tensed. They already knew they were here. That wasn't a good sign. That made things more complicated, gave them less free range on their plans.
"Is that all you have?" Sarah asked as she glanced at the beige backpack strapped to Owen's back.
He nodded. "I don't intend to stay longer than necessary."
"Of course," she sighed. "Neither do we. Hopefully we can make this as painless as possible."
Our feet carried us underneath a dazzling sign. It spiked a fear in me that I wasn't even aware I possessed. The memories of the last few months sizzling bright in my gut like molten lava. It was easy to repress the feelings until now.
'Welcome to Jurassic Land'
Like it's fucking Disney Land, Owen darkly mused. Kids screamed, tugging on their parents hands to hurry them up. Some roared in pubescent tones, others screaming as their older siblings chased them around their parents legs. A familiar sight. A nauseating sight.
Sarah's hand gently patted my shoulder. I glanced down at her and she gave me a thin lipped smile. One that said in little words I know.
~o~
The room we entered was lavish, which was to be expected. King sized bed with dinosaur printed comforter. Extremely comfortable pillows (those of which Owen completely intended to take advantage of). The walls had Velociraptors, Stegosaurus', Brachiosaurus, and other various dinosaurs printed mockingly. He debated about scratching them off, but realized that if the plan ended up falling through he'd have to pay for the damage. There was a closed door that led to a bathroom, but he wasn't interested in that quite yet-even if he was in dire need of a shower. Flat screen television, desk in the corner, balcony that probably led to some exquisite outdoor view. Everything was more than perfect.
He tossed his heavy backpack on the bed and ran a hand through his golden brown locks tiredly. The ride here had exhausted him. He'd thought soundlessly the entire venture about what was to come. If they would fail, if they would succeed, if they could even prevent that terrible outcome that was doomed upon this place.
Malcolm took a seat at the desk, long legs sprawling out before him. His wife took to leaning against the table with her arms crossed over her chest. They both were silent.
Owen broke the mode. "Where do we start?"
"We need to find someone first."
"Okay. Who?"
"Her name is Aella." Digging through his gray slacks, Malcolm pulled out a crumpled pamphlet. He held it out and Owen walked over to grab it.
The cover was intriguing on its own: 'The Women Who Runs With Raptors.' With a raised brow Owen glanced down at the picture of a single velociraptor. She was… magnificent, to put it gently. Her body stretched long, tail extended high and long behind her in a predatory strike. Mouth slightly open to expose those dangerous glinting teeth. Familiar golden eyes, bright and vicious. She reminded him of Blue. He pushed that thought back as he flipped the page.
"No way," he muttered in awe. Even as he read the summary he had trouble grasping it. This had to be a sham. He had been close… but never that close. Excluding the very minor incidents where he almost had the raptors chew him to bits. Even if he held some sort of control and mutual respect, it had always been on the brink of him not being in control.
'Aella has spent many years training Velociraptor, Lou, since she hatched from an egg. With attentive care the raptor and her have gained a special bond! Come watch the performance of a lifetime, the hunt with man and beast.'
"And why exactly do we need to find her?" Owen questioned as his eyes flicked to a picture of the woman in question. She had chin length wavy hair. Similar color to Sarah's, a tad more on the blonde side. Her features were hard to focus on in the picture, it being so small in the corner.
Malcolm sighed, he rubbed at his eye underneath the frame of his glasses. "Because…" he met my stare with disappoint. "That's my daughter."
JUST THE START, but let me know what you think. This is my first Jurassic Park related fanfiction! Been obsessed since I was a little tatter tot, so I hope you enjoy!