A/N: let me inform/warn you to begin with, that most of this story was written before Fallen Kingdom came out. So, it has been largely based on fragments of the trailer and filled in with my own imagination. It has been re-written slightly to be more in line with the movie, but it still mostly is AU. Because of this it also does not include Zia or Franklin. However, I am also working on something else that does include those two.

So, hope y'all still like this one. All favs, follows and reviews are highly appreciated. Next chapter will be up asap.

Oh... and, yes, the title is mainly inspired by a certain Bastille-song... ;-)

Isla Nublar was finally shrinking into the distance behind them again. The volcano on the island regurgitated another immense amount of lava; sending rocks, smoke and ash flying in every direction for miles. It appeared they had made it out just in time…

Owen stared horrorstruck out of the helicopter's open door, back at the lively volcano. Whatever living being was left on the island would surely perish soon. When the volcano would truly erupt, and given the state of it that wouldn't be taking too long, it would be a miracle if the island of Isla Nublar even still existed afterwards.
Owen heard Claire gasp softly beside him as a particularly heavy explosion shook the island. He turned around to look at her, and saw his own expression of horror mirrored on her face.

For the past two days Claire, Owen and a troop of privately employed soldiers had been trying to rescue as many dinosaurs off the island as they possibly could. The eruption of the volcano had been predicted and many people had fought for the dinosaurs to be saved in time.
In the end it had been Benjamin Lockwood's corporation that had gotten the mission going, and they were aiming at relocating the dinosaurs to a new and save environment.
Claire had been involved fairly early on and she had eventually been able to persuade Owen to join them as well. Still, Owen had only agreed to participate because Claire had ensured him that his Velociraptor, Blue, was still alive and living on the island. Ever since the escape of the Indominus Rex and their flight off the island the last time, it had been a burning desire of Owen to return to the island and search for Blue. Something he now finally had the chance for…

So, two days ago they had set foot back on Isla Nublar. The volcano on the island, Mt. Sibo, was a ticking time bomb, ready to erupt at any moment, but their mission had been a success. They had been able to save 20 species in total, before the expedition leader had deemed it too unsafe to remain on the island any longer. All the dinosaurs that had been rescued were safely loaded onto a freight ship lying a few miles off the coast of the island. The final dinosaur to be rescued, Blue, was now hanging from a harness under their helicopter and was being brought to safety.

Owen sat back straight in his seat, looking ahead at the sea and the horizon. He hadn't quite expected to ever see Isla Nublar or Jurassic World again, and, he had to admit, these past two days had been somewhat unsettling. The dinosaurs had by now completely taken over the island and most of the attractions and buildings of the resort had either been destroyed or otherwise started to get overgrown by the vegetation.
Owen leaned forward and rested his face in his hands, elbows supported by his knees. He felt a hand carefully touching his arm.
"Are you okay?" It was Claire.
"Yeah" Owen mumbled back.
Owen and Claire had carefully re-established contact in recent weeks. After the escape off the island their relationship had lasted for a little while, but eventually they had broken up and lost contact. Claire had been nervous at first about working with Owen again, but had found that it actually felt quite natural. They had been getting along perfectly fine during the mission, but Claire had still been apprehensive about showing any kind of physical affection towards him. This gesture was the first she had dared to make and she was glad to see that Owen did not shy away from it.
"I'm just glad we got off that island again" Owen snickered, looking back up at her, "bad memories".
"Indeed" Claire agreed with him.

Suddenly Owen registered a strange movement to his right. Apart from him and Claire, they were sharing the helicopter with a pilot, co-pilot, three soldiers and an operation supervisor wearing an expensive, tailor-made suit.
One of the soldiers had gotten to his feet, holding on tightly to his rifle. Owen was staring hard at the soldier, already sensing that something was not right. Claire had realized this too and fear began to sparkle in her eyes.
"Mr. Grady, Ms. Dearing" the man in the suit spoke up, "we thank you for your services, but I am afraid your journey ends here".
"What…?" Claire began, but was silenced by the soldier cocking the rifle.
"Rescuing the dinosaurs, eh?" Owen said harshly, "I'm guessing there is a hidden agenda here somewhere?".
The man in the suit gave him an evil smirk.
"They can serve many other purposes" he said, "purposes that can be very beneficiary. But none of which will go down easily on you two, I'm afraid".
"You're going to sell them to the highest bidder" Owen looked disgusted at the very idea. The suited man did not actually answer, but the persistent evil smirk told Owen all he needed to know.
"You lied to us" Claire said incredulously.
"Naturally" the man answered, "and now you have seen and heard too much, so it's time for you to disembark".
Owen slowly rose to his feet as well. All three soldiers suddenly had their rifles ready for use and aimed at his chest.
"Owen, no" Claire's voice broke. She knew very well where this was going, and it did not look good. One of the soldiers aimed his rifle a little more precisely at Owen's heart, his finger ready around the trigger.
"Why are you doing this?" A tear was now making it's way down Claire's cheek. The treachery of this organization, of a man she had trusted, hit her like she had run into a brick wall. She knew perfectly well that she and Owen would likely end up dead, or otherwise seriously injured.
"Oh" the suited man grinned menacingly at her, "like I said, you have seen and heard too much. You're a liability now and that needs to go away. See it as...protection of our investment".

Claire's eye were darting from Owen to the soldier aiming the rifle at him. It seemed inevitable that a shot was going to be fired, but still Claire's thoughts raced over possible ways to prevent it and she knew Owen must be doing the same. She saw the muscles of the soldier's arm flex up for the inevitable movement and she made up her mind in a split second.
Claire braced herself against the seat and kicked out at the rifle with all her might. It could not prevent that the shot fired, but at least the barrel of the rifle was no longer aimed at Owen. The shot resounded through the helicopter, followed by a metallic clink and a snarl in pain from Owen.
Claire gasped in fright. She had not expected her actions to backfire so drastically…

The rifle had indeed no longer been aimed directly at Owen, but the bullet ricocheted off the metal wall of the helicopter and still managed to embed itself deeply in the front of Owen's left shoulder.
The force of the hit made Owen lose his balance. He fell backwards, dangerously close to the open door behind him, but managed to just keep himself inside by grabbing a handle on the wall.
Even though he still stood inside, his balance was off and his grip weakened by his injured shoulder.
One of the soldiers saw the opportunity. He had reached Owen in a split-second and minutely calculated the action he was going to make. His foot connected with Owen's midriff, kicking the ranger back with mighty force. Owen immediately knew that he would not be able to hold on. The extra force on his arms made his wound sear anew with agony, and he felt his hand slip off the handle. He fell backwards, hoping beyond hope that his back would soon collide with the helicopter's floor. Instead there was only emptiness…
Owen began to fall, realizing that he was going to tumble out of the helicopter and land in the water a long way down. Claire screamed and called out his name. He wanted to tell her that he would be alright, that she shouldn't worry, but the words would not leave his lips.
Within a few seconds his entire body was outside the helicopter, and he was looking up at the aircraft and Blue dangling underneath it. Oh shit, Blue! What were they going to do to her now that Owen could no longer protect her? Owen heard a last screech from the animal and could tell that she, too, was frightened.
'I'm sorry, girl' Owen thought, 'sorry that I could not protect you'.

The impact with the water would be imminent, Owen was sure of that. Claire's scream still resonated through his mind as he closed his eyes, readying himself for the pain he knew was coming. Owen found himself hoping that it would be quick. If he must die today, at least let it be swift.
Finally Owen's back collided with the water's surface, knocking all the air out of his lungs in an instant. The muscles in his back, which took the heaviest blow, screamed with the agony of the impact. He felt at least one of his ribs crack and was quite certain his left hand sustained a fracture as well. The salt water of the sea stung the gunshot wound and renewed the bleeding.
Owen disappeared under the surface of the water. For just a moment he had the knowledge of being fully submerged, of not being able to breath, of floating to his certain death. It were the last things he registered, before his entire world went black…