A/N:

Many of you will remember this fic when I originally wrote it a couple of years ago. I took it down at the beginning of the year because I needed to clear some personal stuff that I'd included the A/N section.

But to coincide with the release of Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom (and because I've had several people PM-ing me on here to find out why I'd taken it down in the first place, I've reuploaded it both on here and on my AO3 account.

Now, unfortunately I've had a comment on AO3 from someone to say that THEY had written this fic originally in Spanish and it is apparently currently "on their WattPad" and that I have apparently taken it from their WattPad account, miraculously translated it, and posted it on here..

Now, I have scoured WattPad to find it so I can report them but I can't seem to find it (probably because it's in Spanish). So if any of you understand Spanish (because unfortunately I don't), could you please PM me the link to MY work that this person has translated WITHOUT my permission, that'd be awesomesauce :)

Enjoy re-reading followers. And thanks, as always, for the reviews and comments and PMs of support!

"So what do we do now?" he heard her ask, the tone of her voice matching the way she looked. Tired. No, exhausted. Uncertain. Her red hair that had once been meticulously straightened and shaped now lay around her head, tangled and shiny from the humidity. Her porcelain skin was scuffed and dirty. And he looked into her green eyes that glistened, the tears welling up from inside her.

"Probably stick together. For survival." He watched her face soften as he gave her the smallest of smirks and a little wink, before turning to his left and ever so slowly walking towards the open doors of the hanger they were stood in. All around them were survivors from Isla Nublar, the island that played home to what had been one of the most famous theme parks in the world: Jurassic World. It would now be famous for different reasons. He waited, peering over his right shoulder, knowing she would follow, and sure enough he saw her looking down at her feet fleetingly as a smile crept across her face. She turned to her right and began slowly walking towards the open doors of the hanger, walking at his pace. He knew she would've liked his response.

He dared to look to his right, watching her as she walked timidly with him. It suddenly occurred to him that when she asked him what they would do now, it had been spoken so softly it almost didn't match the bossy Claire Dearing that had arrived at his bungalow twenty hours earlier. The mere handful of times she had ever asked him a question in the past it had either been barked at him to the point that it sounded more like an order, or it had been said in such a disapproving or sarcastic tone it were as though she was asking the question rhetorically knowing that any answer he gave would never be good enough. Yet this time was different. She had genuinely asked him a question because she really didn't have any idea what to do. And she had used the word "we". As though they were a team. As though they had been through so much together over the past twenty hours that it was impossible to imagine the next twenty hours apart. He saw her look over at him, the smile still on her face. A tired smile. But still, it was a smile. And for the first time in a very long time he didn't turn away the moment her eyes locked with his.

Owen sidled up to the coffee cups that stacked neatly beside a coffee machine. As he pressed the button for a latte he took time to look at the room he was in and the people around him. He felt uncomfortable being in the presence of so many individuals in smart attire. If he owned a suit he probably would've worn it. Ah who was he kidding? He shoved a couple of sachets of sugar into his cargo pants pockets.

Two years ago he had been approached by Simon Misrani , a successful businessman. A billionaire businessman, who had had Owen's name passed to him by Owen's head of military. Misrani had offered Owen the opportunity to leave the military in favour of joining his currently thriving business venture, the world's only fully functioning Dinosaur Park. Owen had of course heard about Jurassic World. Who hadn't? It was one of the most famous and biggest attraction parks ever made. Misrani had offered him the opportunity to become the very first raptor trainer in the world. Owen had been sceptical at first, having always believed that animals should never be bred for entertainment purposed, but after several more meetings, after looking through several plans and timelines, and Misrani giving his word that the park was there for more educational purposes, he had agreed to take on the position. It was very well paid, and Owen accepted the position with his own terms. He didn't want to live in a posh apartment in the park. And he called the shots when it came to the raptors. Simon Misrani agreed to his terms, and three months later Owen moved to Isla Nublar , ready to take on his new challenge.

Two years had passed since then, and Owen had a nice little bungalow by one of the island's many lakes located away from the park, that he'd designed himself and his boss had funded. He had a sturdy truck, a good wedge of savings, and a job he loved. Not bad for thirty years old. The only downside to his job role was that every so often he had to attend a meeting with the managers of the park. And the investors. Meetings he often forced his second in command, Barry, to go to. This time however Misrani had insisted that both Owen and Barry attend this mandatory meeting. It was the biggest meeting of the year apparently, with management, co-ordinators, investors, and heads of each attraction gathering together to discuss how the year had gone and how the next year was expected to go. The raptors were the only dinosaurs who were fully grown that weren't expected to be ready to show to the public. Their unpredictable nature meaning that training them was more challenging than Simon and even Owen himself had ever anticipated.

Now Owen stood in a large smart room, in front of the coffee machine, and spotted Misrani from across the room, chatting to a middle aged man, and seemingly introducing him to a tall woman with short, dark cropped hair followed by a young woman who shook his hand with a soft smile on her face. Owen froze, his heart jolting as his eyes remained on the woman, her long red hair clipped into a neat bun at the back of her head. He knew who the first woman had been. Letitia Karelia was the fierce Senior Park Operation and Assets Manager who controlled the day-to-day running of the park along with keeping tabs on the progress of the park's assets old and new. She always wore black with a lick of deadly red lipstick on her lips, her short dark hair always seemed the same length and never moved its position. Ever. She had the nickname 'Cruella' among staff, though she didn't know it. She was in her late forties, early fifties, which confirmed what everyone suspected, that her hair was dyed. The second woman Owen had never seen before. She seemed to be in her early thirties like him, and while to many she seemed confident Owen was very good at reading people's body language. She was terrified. She must be new. Her petite figure was hugged by a smart white dress and white jacket. Her feet wrapped at the toes by some pristine white heels. He smiled to himself, rolling his eyes as he turned back to the coffee machine, grabbing a new cup and pressing the 'mocha' button. If the woman was one for wearing white in a theme park like this he imagined it wouldn't stay white for long. Unless of course she was one of these women who remained behind a computer screen and refused to get out into the field.

Owen placed a lid on each coffee cup, picked up a stirrer and turned to walk back to his colleague and friend, Barry, who had been cornered by an investor who was fascinated by the raptors. Owen's heart sank as he collided with a figure, knocking the coffees over himself and the other person. And to his dismay it was the red haired beauty he had seen across the room a moment earlier. She had clearly come over to get a coffee. He laughed awkwardly, expecting her to do the same, after all she had seemed to have a kind face. But the young woman's face went pink, and she looked livid, as her once white dress now boasted mixed mocha/latte stains down it.

"What the hell!" She yelled angrily at him. Owen was so taken aback at her reaction he was lost for words. "Seriously? You're going to laugh? How old are you?!" He watched her storm out of the room, choosing to ignore the amused looks of the people she passed, one in particular being the figure of Barry, shaking his head in disbelief at Owen who still stood frozen to the spot, giggling while holding two empty cups in his hands.

The men made the coffee again, and as they placed the lids on their cups the group were invited by Mr Misrani to take a seat in front of the small stage he was stood on. As the presentation went into full flow Owen began to lose interest, screen presentations never having been his favourite form of education. His eyes were drawn to the side of the room, and he watched as the young woman snuck her way to the front row of the audience, waving her apology to Mr Misrani who nodded in response before continuing. She took a seat beside Letitia, appearing to wearing a new white dress. At least Owen presumed it was a new dress. Though this one she wore now was also white. So it was a mystery as to whether she had cleaned it in the bathroom or just changed outfits. He could almost hear the older woman's tut from where he was sat.

The presentation had been boring and Owen felt as though he knew nothing more to begin with than he had done before, mostly because he felt that most of the information didn't effect himself, his team, or his raptors. The only thing he now knew was that the beautiful red head he'd literally bumped into earlier was called Claire, and as he'd first presumed was relatively new to the park. She had been hired as second in command to Letitia. Her presentation had been far slicker that Misrani's , confirming to Owen that she was probably one to hide behind a computer. Her presentation had shown far too many statistics for his liking. So instead of actually listening to what she'd had to say, he'd taken it upon himself to simply stare at her eyes. And her ass. Which turned towards him each time she motioned to the presentation screen. Which was conveniently often.

While chucking coffee over her wasn't his normal move to meet a girl, there was no way this Claire would be unable to remember who he was. And it was because of that that he felt no nerves approaching her at the end of the presentation. He waded his way through the group of business types who stood talking about the park, its attractions, and its potential for innovation and profits. He saw her look over at him as he approached her, and the man who had been speaking to her politely ended his sentence and walked away.

Owen noticed Claire had folded her arms, looking him up and down as he stopped in front of her with a smirk on his face. Her face had returned to the soft smile she had once had on her face when she had been watching Mr Misrani talk to the middle aged gentleman and Letitia before the coffee-incident.

"You're not here to spill more coffee down me I hope." Her voice was tainted with sarcasm and Owen couldn't help but laugh before holding his hands up innocently, indicating that he was not carrying any hot drinks this time around. Her expression didn't change, but she raised her eyebrows briefly in acknowledgement of the lack of coffee cups.

"I'm really sorry about that." He could tell she wanted to smile. He could even see the corner of her mouth twitch. But so far everything was telling him that she was quite a challenging and stubborn character. "I'm Owen by the way."

Owen held his hand out, and Claire took it, shaking it firmly before replying with her own name. The way she said her name had Owen in a sort of trance. Her voice was resolute and clear, with every word she spoke being so well enunciated that he imagined she had probably gone to some sort of finishing school. Or that she was the youngest sister of several siblings and had had to make herself known in her own way.

"Listen, I don't normally do this…" Owen began, shuffling his weight gently from one foot to another, as he noticed Claire bringing her arms down. Her eyebrows were raised again and he thought he saw her roll her eyes.

"Of course you don't…" She interrupted him. She sounded unimpressed, but the smile was still etched into the corner of her mouth, so he laughed slightly, continuing where he had been stopped: "Can I buy you a coffee as a way of apologising?"

"The coffee is free here." She was sharp, so sharp that Owen rolled his eyes.

"Well fine, can I buy you lunch then?"

"It's a free buffet lunch today." She was enjoying this, Owen could tell, as the smile in the corner of her mouth had grown.

"Well fine, can I buy you dinner then? To say sorry." He could tell that she enjoyed her own responses, her smile having grown a little more as the tone of his voice oozed exasperation. He had never had a girl make him work to ask her out before and he loved the challenge. He watched as the young woman shrugged, but nodded.

"Yeah, okay. What's your email?" She reached into her handbag to take out a large diary but paused when Owen laughed:

"I don't have an email. I don't even have the internet!"

"Cell number?" Owen shook his head at her question and he watched as Claire's smile faded and she rolled her eyes: "Okay, well, when do you want to take me out for dinner?"

"I was thinking tonight?"

"Tonight?" Owen got the feeling she wasn't one for spontaneity, and the red head scrambled through the pages of her diary until she landed on the current day. "I…yes…I can do any time from 7."

"7 it is." Owen saw the woman scribble his name in her diary with the fountain pen, before looking back up at him with her green eyes.

"Where shall we go?"

"I thought we could just meet at a bar and see where the night takes us?" He tried to stifle a laugh at the look of horror on Claire's face at the idea of a spontaneous date. He continued, hoping to keep her interested in the idea of going out with him for dinner, "Okay well how about I meet you at the docks? You'll be getting the ferry back over to Rica right?"

"Er…" She didn't seem as sure in her response as she had been with anything she had said before, and Owen wondered if she lived on Isla Nublar like he did. But before he could ask her, Letitia called her name out over the heads of other businessmen, beckoning for the young woman to follow her. So Claire looked back to Owen with a small smile: "See you at the docks at 7 then, Owen." And with that, the red head walked away from Owen, whose smirk had become dreamy-like, her words soothing into his ears and whirring in his brain.