Chapter 1

For some reason, during the movie, I couldn't stop thinking about the major PTSD the main characters, especially the kids, would have after an experience like this.

Claire did a pretty good job at keeping it together during the whole incident in Jurassic World, even though she nearly lost it multiple times. She finally lost it after her and Owen had left the emergency shelter. The two were driven into a small Costa Rican town, and they found a hotel to stay in since most flights in and out of Costa Rica were full of people either leaving or coming to see family members.

It was when Owen opened the door of their hotel room, and both of them were inside, that she completely lost it. She started just crying at first, and Owen held her in his strong arms. This calmer her a little, but only delayed the inevitable. She soon began crying so much that she could barely breath.

"Claire, Claire listen to me," Owen said, "please Claire. You need to breath. Take deep breaths. In and out,"

He began slowly breathing in and out, and soon she began copying his breathing. She slowly calmed down as he held her tightly to his chest as the two laid on the bed of their hotel room. Slowly but surely, she fell asleep.

Owen had gotten up after he was positive that Claire was asleep. He was eager to get in the shower and clean the gasoline, sweat, blood, and anything else that might be on him from that horrid island. He stripped himself and got in the shower. That's when he broke down.

He was ready to break down when they made it to the hotel, but Claire beat him to it. The two of them couldn't break down at the same time. He had experienced people who had gone through terrible things. Friends from the navy; they always needed someone strong to get through an episode. Owen couldn't leave her, she needed him.

So he broke down in the shower. Being a soldier, he knew how to keep himself from totally breaking down, so he was aware. The tears streamed from his eyes and mixed with the hot water from the shower. He would've screamed if Claire wasn't asleep. Screaming was his outlet, that's how he got rid of most of his pain.

After he calmed himself down, he got out of the shower, and looked around the bathroom. He only had one set of clothes, and there was no way he was getting into those again. He just wrapped a towel around his waist and went back into the main room. Claire was still sleeping peacefully on the bed. He slowly laid down beside her and close his eyes.

When he closed his eyes, he saw the bottom of the truck. He opened them and immediately jumped out of the bed. He looked down, afraid he had woken Claire, but he hadn't. He tried laying down again, but he had the same result. Then he looked around the room and saw an armchair in the corner. He sighed, picked up the phone, and called for room service.

They brought him up the extra blankets and pillows he had asked for. When they looked at his half naked form questionably, he told them he had been at Jurassic World. They left without another word. He put the pillows on the chair, and draped the blanket over himself as he sat down. He closed his eyes. He was fine for now, but there was no telling what the future would bring.

He didn't fall asleep. He couldn't fall asleep in fear of nightmares. He had been through this type of experience before, in the navy, and the nightmares were terrible. Now that he had been through another traumatic experience, he could only imagine what his mind had in store for him as those memories were brought forward as long with those of the last thirty-six hours.

Owen sat up late, watching the news on mute with closed captions turned on. They, of course, were talking about the Jurassic World incident. On occasion, some security footage would be shown. He was in most of the shots, some alone with the raptors, others with Claire and the boys. He say in silence when Claire woke up screaming.

Owen jumped up out of the chair, and over to the bed. He quickly wrapped his arms around Claire, and pulled her hair close to his bare chest.

"You were dead! You and the boys, you were dead! Everyone was dead! And I was next!" she cried. He pulled her closer, slowly stroking her hair.

"Shhhh-sh-sh. It's okay. It's okay. We're all okay," he whispered, "when you're ready, I think you should shower. Wash off anything from that place,"

She nodded into his chest, not quite ready to leave him yet. She didn't know if she would ever be ready to leave him. He made her feel safe, secure, and free to break down in front of him. He was great at comforting her. She was not going to be able to part with him.

The boys were not doing much better.

Their parents had taken them back home shortly after picking them up at the shelter. The boys refused to speak about anything that had happened in the park. When they returned home, both of them just sat on the couch, Zach with his arm wrapped tightly around Gray. When they had gotten home, Zach's girlfriend came running, but Zach refused to talk to her, he refused to talk to anyone.

Soon, Gray fell asleep, leaning against Zach. Zach picked up his younger brother, and brought him to his room. Zach left the room, leaving the door opened, and went into his own to lay down and stare at the ceiling. He was not going to go to sleep. After an experience like this, he knew what came hand in hand with sleep. Nightmares. He was waiting for Gray to wake up screaming.

Sure enough he did, a few hours later. At least he had gotten a few hours a peaceful sleep. Zach practically launched himself across the hall into his younger brother's room, and wrapped his arms around the hysteric boy.

"You're okay," he whispered softly.

"It ate us," Gray said, once he had calmed down a bit, "we were torn to bits in the gyrosphere,"

"Well we weren't," Zach said, "we made it out. We're okay,"

Outside the room, Karen and Scott listened to the boys. They hadn't heard anything from them before this, so the snippets they heard horrified them both.

"I'm calling Claire," Karen said, going back to her bedroom for her cell phone. She called Claire. After a few rings, someone picked up.

"Hello?" it was a male voice.

"Who's this?" Karen asked.

"Owen," Owen replied.

"Who?"

"The boys didn't say anything about me?" Owen sounded surprised. The boys had seemed fine on the island, but then again, after the adrenaline wears off, who knows what could happen.

"They haven't said anything," Karen said, almost in tears, "where's Claire?"

"The shower," Owen replied, "and-I-umm, saved the boys' lives," he said it in a non-cocky way. He said it in a sincere, informative way. He was not looking to brag, he was looking to inform.

"Thank you!" she cried, and burst out in tears, "the boys are not okay! Gray woke up screaming and now Zach and him are in there mumbling to each other,"

"Once they'll talk to you," Owen said, "take them to therapy. It's probably post traumatic stress disorder. You want to get on that fast, especially in kids,"

He hated that he could speak from experience. The things one experiences in the navy, or any branch of the armed forces, was not a good one. One thing commonly encountered was PTSD, but the fact that it was common didn't make it easier.

"Oh my god…" Karen whispered.

"OWEN!" Claire screamed from the shower. Owen shot up off the bed.

"Sorry, I've gotta go," Owen said, "remember what I said. Therapy,"

Karen nodded, "Okay, I will,"

Owen hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed before running into the bathroom. Claire was standing in front of the mirror, wrapped in a towel. She turned when he entered, and immediately ran to hug him. She needed to be in his strong embrace. She needed to feel safe.

Karen hung up her phone and looked at her husband. She began crying and he pulled her into a hug.

"Owen, the man who saved the boys, thinks they had PTSD," Karen said, sobbing.

"That makes sense," a tear fell from Scott's eye.

"He said get them in therapy as soon as they'll talk to us,"

"Again, that makes sense," Scott said.

In Gray's bedroom, Zach heard his parents talking. His mother had talked to Owen. He was aware that he had PTSD, but that didn't mean it affected him any less. Because he was aware though, he could think of ways to treat it. He thought that maybe if him and his brother talked to Owen, it might make things better.

"Gray, hey, Gray," Zach said softly, "if I get a hold of Owen, would you like to talk to him?"

Gray nodded earnestly. Zach was now determined. He got off the bed and went towards his parents' bedroom. He was going to get in contact with Owen, no matter what. His brother was going to talk to Owen. They were going to get through this.

I honestly was debating seeing Jurassic World because I have bad anxiety, and jump scares are the one thing I cannot handle. I finally decided to just go, and I'm so glad I did. Pratt made it much better, and you have no idea how many times I wrote Pratt instead of Owen when writing this chapter. I obviously changed it back, but I absolutely love Pratt. He's my fav.

-Croc9400