All hail the Jurassic Park franchise, for better or for worse. Love love LOVE, the chemistry between Owen and Claire and wished that there could've been more of it explored in Fallen Kingdom. So, makes sense to do a little something in honor of the new release. And to address the elephant in the room... HUMAN CLONE! I get that Jurassic World is a dinosaur franchise, but I felt like this was a given with the bio-engineering they're always talking about. Only they DIDN't talk about this nearly enough!

This began as a series of one-shots, but now I've morphed it into one consecutive story. The first two chapters most of you will have already read, so you'll want to jump ahead to chapter three for new material. For you newcomers, welcome! Enjoy reading!

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"She's asleep." Claire announced just above a whisper; like any sound might stir Maisie, or break her. She was curled up in the back of the car, acting on her exhaustion. Something Owen wished he could do. He'd caught about ninety minutes before he and Claire had switched again. The plan was to keep driving, until they reached his place, putting as much distance between them and the Lockwood estate. Owen knew they weren't thinking beyond that; retreat and regroup. That didn't stop the questions from cramming his brain. Could they hope to live there, the three of them? Was it a good position, given this new world that was dawning? Would he finish his cabin? Could they make it... a home?

A home surrounded by fifty-foot electric fences. He considered, shuddering. But then came back to the initial thought. Home. And he wasn't going there alone this time. Owen had to grin at the odd level of comfort it gave him. Home and family- kids- were words he had thought of before... a lot. More then he had admitted to Claire. But this... this changed everything and there was no chance of it going back to normal. But, did he really want it to?

No. Owen was able to answer immediately. Sure, he'd pushed everything away after the devastation at the park... He eyed Claire out of his peripheral. Well, not everything Grady.

Yeah, that had ended well. And it still didn't stop him from sticking to Claire Dearing like gorilla glue. A term she'd coined on him several times in reference to his hygiene. Honestly, what did the woman have against spending time outside?

Claire caught him looking; Owen cleared his throat and went back to the road. But he wasn't missing the way her posture had flip-flopped between tense and restless the whole drive; even while she'd slept. It's like the adrenaline of the last ten hours refused to leave her body. Or her leg could be bothering her. Luckily there were no signs of infection.

"Wanna try the radio again?" Owen suggested; the last time they'd tried, there had been nothing but news reports and he'd turned that off fast. No need to rehash what they'd just miraculously lived through. There wasn't enough time for anybody to know anything anyway.

"No, that's okay." Claire shook her head. The minutes went by silently; with Claire glancing into the rearview mirror every two seconds... a little more panic slipping across her skin each time. Owen considered it, but then dared to ask. "What's got you rattled?"

She looked at him in disbelief, gesturing back to a snoozing Maisie. "Really?"

Ugh, she's wanting me to mind read again. Owen fought the panic, going with a shrug. "Really."

Claire rolled her eyes at him. "Just like you to approach this as nonchalantly as possible. We have a living, breathing human in the back seat, Owen. Someone who's depending on us to feed her, keep her safe and clothed..." the panic came back, Claire's cheeks puffing with air. "Put her through school, find her a good college, give her the talk when she's ready..."

Owen almost hit the brakes. "She's ten!"

"Sshhh!" Claire glared at him, checking Maisie once more. "And my mom gave me the talk when I was six."

He had to smirk. "I knew before I was four."

Her glare went murderous, highlighted beneath her feathered bangs; making her all the more alluring. Claire Dearing was the only person he knew who could make a controlling attitude- to the point of being hyperactive- look 'alluring'.

"It's always a competition with you." Claire hissed, leaning over the console. "You'd rather joke then think about the real issues here!"

"I don't have to think about it," Owen risked a peak into her endless green eyes. "You'll do that for both of us."

Her nose was close enough to kiss, and he would've, had she not pulled away and leaned heavily back in her seat. They rumbled over the road for another minute. Then Claire swallowed. "The more- scared I am Owen, the more serious I get. And this-"

"This is nothing you can't handle." Owen told her, noting Maisie's head rolling over in her sleep.

"Mills said she's a clone." Claire stated. Owen knew the fact still rocked her mind, like it did his. But he looked back at the girl sleeping. The same girl who'd asked questions about Blue, had eaten two junior hamburgers for lunch, and had cried twice for her 'grandfather'. She's alive... she was right about that much.

"Maisie's a bright kid," Owen stated. "We'll give it a few days, a few weeks, until she decides what she wants to do."

"You think she understands the implications of her existence?" Claire was back to whispering. Owen sighed. "I know that other people would. The kind of people that would pay $8 million for a prehistoric killing machine. Wasn't going to leave her there for them to decide her future."

"So she has rights then." Claire looked at him and he knew they were both back in that control room. The sense memory of the gas was enough to make his chest tighten. "She feels, Claire. She interacts and communicates with others and is capable of being empathetic towards them. So yeah, she has rights. And the minute we start to doubt that, she will too."

Claire's face pinched. "So... we're her parents now?"

"Something like it." Owen felt that level of comfort again. The very opposite of what Claire seemed to be feeling. He reached out, grabbed her hand and massaged her knuckles. "Again, nothing you can't handle... 'specially now that you got me to help you."

Claire's eyes narrowed slyly, pushing his hand away. "You give yourself too much credit."

"I'll let you share some of it." he reasoned with a chuckle. He felt her eyes on him, watching his face. He'd missed those calculating glances because it was something they shared. The way that they gauged and learned about other people. Sometimes the boundaries of their relationship blurred; where they too alike or too different? Either way, he had always wanted to make things work... even when he was peeling out and leaving her on the side of the road, steaming pouring out of his ears at 'that woman'. Because, in truth, his world came through clearer with 'that woman' in it.

Claire dropped her gaze to her lap. "The world's gonna need groups like the DPG more then ever. I don't even know where to start; a press release, about what really happened on the island-"

Owen massaged his hand on the steering wheel. "You don't think that could wait awhile?"

"You don't think Mills was right? About us being responsible-"

"Mills would shame his own mother to hide his sins." Owen growled. "What we did at the park... were our jobs." He breathed out, shrugging the weight of memories off. "Everyone let themselves believe it would stay in the cage; not just us."

"So," Claire returned his shrug. "We just do nothing then?"

"Not without a plan we don't."

Claire sagged back in her seat. Owen held in a grin, knowing that having her wait was like cutting an addict off. But she'd be fine; he'd told her that he had a cabin to finish, and now she got to help him. They'd all want something a bit more sturdy then his trailer anyway.

That was when Claire raised her head, eyes slanted in dread. "I'm just saying that you'll have to finish that cabin pretty fast. Because I can't work in that Trailer, Owen! I've seen how you keep that thing-"

Owen braked, hugging the side of the mountain that would soon curve them upward. Claire stopped herself from the hitting the dashboard. "Owen-"

Owen kissed her, shutting her up. You make me crazy, Claire Dearing. But you also make me very happy.

"Are you guys ok?" Maisie's sleepy tone spooked Claire into pushing Owen back. Her face flamed red, straightening herself. "Yeah, sure are!"

Owen laughed, throwing the car back into gear. "Yep, it's all good."