Hi everyone! It's been YEARS since I wrote any fanfics. I had quite a few Twilight fics back in the day and now since I am a huge fan of Bryce Dallas Howard I can't get enough of Claire and Owen. Just a quick note: I strictly write for fun. I'm not a professional, so I am not looking for criticism. If anyone has any ideas for a Clawen fic feel free to share! Now that all of that is out of the way on to the story!

This follows right along with Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom. After watching it many times already I found myself thinking of the "Missing Pieces"- the scenes with Claire and Owen we didn't see on screen. Each chapter will be a missing scene in the movie. Right now I am planning on doing them all in Claire's POV, but some might be in Owen's (if I get enough interest in hearing from him). Enjoy!

Missing Pieces

"Good morning, I'm calling from Mr. Benjamin Lockwood's estate. Would you mind holding for a second?"
I wanted to scream my response. This could be the big break we were all looking for. "Yes, of— of course, I'll hold." I quickly moved over to my desk far in the corner of the room, hoping to eliminate as much background noise as I could.
"Ms. Dearing?" I glanced up to see Dillan, a college aged volunteer, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. He fiddled with a small black recorder in his hand and I quickly nodded. He recorded most of my important phone calls for his articles he wrote for a few of the local papers. Since he was taking classes in journalism and used some of my recordings for the college paper I let him walk around and record different phone calls and even some interviews.
I balanced my phone between my cheek and shoulder as I reached for a pen. Mr. Lockwood, I quickly wrote down. His eyes grew wide and spoke softly into his recorder.
"Sorry to keep you on hold, Ms. Dearing." The woman's voice suddenly in my ear caused me to jump.
"No problem at all. Please, call me Claire."
"Of Course, thank you, Claire. I'm Iris, I work for Sir Benjamin. He has been following your campaign since you started. I'm sure you are just as disappointed as he is about the government deciding not to be involved."
I closed my eyes. "Yes we all are."
"He would like to meet with you in person. He's arranged for a car to pick you up outside your residence at noon."
I bit my bottom lip to keep from screaming with delight. "I would be honored to speak with him. Thank you." The line went dead and I sat staring at my phone, trying to figure out if that just happened.
"Hey guys!" Dillan stood up, knocking his chair over. The room fell silent as all eyes fell on me.
I stood up slowly and glanced around the room before I spoke. My eyes fell on Zia who has been at my side since the very beginning. "I have a meeting with Benjamin Lockwood in a few hours."
Cheers erupted, papers flew in the air, and everything seemed to move in slow motion. Was this it? Does he have a way to help us? My head was spinning. I fell back in my chair.
"We will be fine, Claire. Good luck!" Zia threw her thumbs in the air as I made my way back to the elevator.
"I'll call you!" I yelled just as the doors closed.
The drive back to my apartment seemed to take forever. I was already plotting out the more important questions I wanted to ask, and I mentally prepared myself to answer any of his.
As soon as I walked through the door I threw my keys and ran directly to my room. I suddenly felt as though I had nothing to wear. Through my years at Jurassic World I lead many corporate meetings, interviews, and lectures. None of them made me as nervous as I am right now. "Pull it together!" I hissed as I grabbed a sweater and skirt off their hangers.
My phone buzzed on the bed just as I was finishing getting ready. The car wasn't due here for another ten minutes. With shaky hands, I picked up the phone. It was a text from Zia: Breathe! You got this! Just as I went to answer her the buzzer went off in my apartment. I all but dove for my shoes, skipping through my apartment as I tried to walk and put them on at the same time.
I composed myself before pressing the intercom button. "Hello?"
"Claire Dearing? Your ride is here." The voice was deep and husky.
"Be right down, thank you." I took one last look in the mirror and as confidently as I could I reached for the door. This was it.
The gentleman greeted me just outside the apartment building. His voice definitely not matching his young features. He stood by the back door of the car and opened it as I approached him. "Thank you." I smiled and ducked inside. The car still had that new car smell. The leather so clean I could almost see my reflection.
"I'm Taylor, you must be the dinosaur lady." The young man glanced at me in the rearview mirror.
I smiled and nodded. "Apparently that's what everyone calls me." I shrugged and looked out my window. "Those that support what I'm trying to do, anyway."
"I think you're doing something amazing. I'm a big fan of your organization." His voice was sincere. I glanced back at him and he was smiling at me over his shoulder.
"I appreciate that." I smiled back.
"You know I brought my now ex girlfriend to the park a year before…" His voice trailed off and he seemed as though he was very interested on waiting for the light to turn green.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. I didn't want to talk about the park, but I also knew we had a 2 hour car ride. There was no way I was going to make the ride awkward. "I hope you had a great time." My voice was almost a whisper and I hoped he didn't catch it.
He glanced over his shoulder again with a grin that almost touched his ears. "The best!"
I nodded, hoping my smile was enough to end the conversation and not make him uncomfortable. There was nothing I could say about the park that would throw me into a fit of terror. I couldn't think of any happy moments. The vision of watching men and women die clouded my memories of the island.
"How long did you work there?" He asked, his tone sincere. The expression on my face must have gave away my thoughts.
I sighed, "Since the beginning." My eyes dropped to my hands as they fiddled with my skirt. "My freshmen year of college I did an internship on the island right before it opened," I shrugged not looking up from my hands. "and I never went home."
"College, huh? Wow… you really are the dinosaur lady." We both laughed at that.
We rode in silence for a while. I was thankful he didn't have any more questions about my time on the island. After the downfall of the park I had to tell my story over and over again. I knew he was just trying to make small talk, but I would be happy to talk about anything else but Jurassic World.
It was twenty minutes before he spoke again."Your boyfriend must be proud." I snorted, this guy is perfect at picking topics I do not want to talk about. He heard my reaction to his question and I felt his eyes studying me from the rearview mirror. "Husband? I'm sorry after all of your interviews and security footage after everything happened on the island I couldn't remember if that guy was your boyfriend or husband. My apologies."
Oh great, he thinks he offended me. Owen always made it clear he wanted nothing to do with the island ever again. He gave his interviews and statements and shut the world out.
"Please, it's fine." I took a deep breath, "It's just me and my work." Good ol' Claire Dearing, married to her work.
Taylor shrugged. "Nothing wrong with a woman who is passionate about her career. That's pretty much my situation as well. I've been working with Mr. Lockwood for five years. Fresh out of college and I became his personal chauffeur. Being at his beck and call really put a strain on my relationship."
"Mmhmm." I was done talking. Taylor was sweet, but I was in no mood to spark up a conversation about how two lost souls, drowning in their careers, should go on a date. I knew where this conversation was going and dating anyone was the furthest thing on my mind.
I grabbed my bag, pulling out a pen and pad of paper. I knew I had my questions already written down, but Taylor didn't know that. Keeping my eyes on the paper as I rewrote my questions kept Taylor from continuing any sort of conversation.
"Here we are." Taylor let out a sigh of relief. I glanced up from my shopping list I started writing after I was out of questions to jot down. I didn't want Taylor to strike up another awkward conversation so I kept writing.
We passed through an iron gate and drove down a long driveway. The house was magnificent. My heart pounded against my ribs.
"I will get your door." Taylor said quickly as he shut the car off.
"Thank you, Taylor. I'm fine." I couldn't get my voice above a whisper. Stepping out of the car I glanced up at the house. It reminded me of a castle straight out of a movie. The stairs leading up to the front door seemed to multiply as I took each step. I paused at the door, my hand half stretched out towards the doorbell. I smiled to myself as I thought of Zia's text. The future of DPG starts now. I sucked in an unsteady breath and rang the bell.