I had an idea for this fanfiction, and I really wanted to write it. It's my first time writing in this fandom, and it's been a couple years since I posted anything, but I'm really excited about writing this. I hope the first chapter is okay.

Disclaimer: I do not own Jurassis World or Park, or any of its characters.


It was over. It was finally over. Claire Dearing repeated nonstop in her head.

She ran her fingers through Gray's hair as he laid his head in his aunt's lap. His breathing was steady as his eyes remained shut, but Claire didn't miss the way he flinched whenever someone's voice got louder or when an elderly couple sat down next to them.

Zach sat in silence on the other side of the bench. He didn't acknowledge them, but he made sure to stay close enough so that his back would brush against his aunt and his brother every once and while.

They sat there like that so long that Claire lost track of time.

After what seemed like hours, the redhead decided to lift her head and glance around the room. Her weary gaze ended up locking with familiar eyes filled with worry. Karen.

Her eyes widened as she immediately tapped Zach on his shoulder, Gray's eyes snapping open as she shifted. "Your mother's here."

The boys quickly got to their feet and embraced their crying parents. Karen noticed Claire watching them and released her youngest son to wrap her sister in a tight embrace.

For the first time in a long time, the park operations manager didn't hesitate to hug her back.

When Karen stepped back from her sister to return to her sons, Claire took a step back. As much as she loved her sister and nephews, just was their time to figure things out as family. So she decided to do the same with the closest thing she had to one.

She scanned the large warehouse until she spotted Owen Grady showing an old man the way out. As soon as he was done, he turned his head as eventually found her.

They made their way through the crowd until they met in the middle of an aisle.

Both of them looked at each other, unsure of what to say, until Claire finally asked, "What now?"

"We should probably stick together," Owen replied, a grin appearing on his tired face, "For survival."

He began to step towards the door, unaware of the smile tugging at Claire's lips as she turned to follow him.


The first thing she was aware of was how quiet the room was. It was unsettling.

All the memories came at once. Owen teasing her about 'consulting', the Indominus getting out, trudging through the jungle in her work clothes, hitting the pterodactyl off of Owen's back, watching the raptor footage in the truck with her nephews, running from a T-Rex in high heels…

With the roar of the T-Rex echoing through her eyes, Claire shot out of bed, unable to control the scream that left her mouth. She frantically searched for Owen, Zach, and Gray only to realize that they weren't there. It was then that she realized where she was. Her apartment?

No, that couldn't be true. The Isla Nublar was evacuated shortly after sunrise. She remembered leaving with Owen after she left the boys with Karen and Scott…

Owen. Where was he? He said they would stick together, but he wasn't anywhere in sight.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. The redhead felt her panic raise as she slowly made her way to the front door, peeking through the peephole in the door.

Panic was quickly replaced with relief as she flung the door open. "Lowery!"

"Claire? What's wrong? Why'd you scream?"

Claire froze immediately at the look of confusion on her coworker's face. There wasn't any sign of emotion in his face that would've been expected for what they had just been through. She found herself dumbfounded. Why didn't he remember?

"Just a bad dream," she mumbled, "I'll be okay."

Lowery seemed even more confused with the uncharacteristic amount of emotion put into the statement, but he nodded slowly and left without another word.

She wasn't sure what to do. Her mind felt foggy as she walked to her closet that wasn't supposed to be there, in her apartment that she wasn't supposed to be in.

Thoughts swirled through Claire's head as she got ready the way she normally in. She was so confused that she didn't remember most of what she did between opening her closet door and stepping into her high heels the way out the door.

The apartment buildings on the island were off the shore, away from the resort. They were the residence of the staff of Jurassic World, well most of them anyway. Claire thought of Owen's bungalow as she sat down in her car. She wasn't sure what to do or where to go, but Owen was the only one she really wanted to see at the moment. After all they had seen yesterday, she was kind of hurt that he wasn't there when she woke up.

It felt so real. She could still feel the T-Rex's breath on her neck and the mud on skin. Her feet still ached from running around in her heels in the jungle.

Just as she was about to start her car, she heard her phone vibrate in the console. Hadn't she lost her phone?

She quickly pulled in out to see Zara's name flash on the screen. Her stomach did a backflip at the sight of it. While Zach and Gray hadn't exactly told her about happened to her assistant, the sorrow that filled their eyes when she had asked was all the answer she needed.

Claire went like the whole world was spinning. No, Zara was supposed to be dead. She wasn't supposed to be on this island. Owen was supposed to have been next to her when she woke up… right?

Her hand was trembling as she tapped the green button and lifted the phone to her ear. "Zara?"

"Thank god. Claire, where the hell have you been? I've been trying get ahold of you all morning. Mr. Masrani has been asking for you and Lowery all morning. It's to be expected of Lowery to sleep in, but you've never slept past six."

Claire let out a shaky breath. "What time is it?"

"Nine thirty."

Crap. "I'll be right there. I just have to check up on a paddock on the way."

Zara ended the call, leaving the operation manager sitting in silence. Claire felt numb. A voice in the back of her mind was whispering truths to her that she wasn't ready to hear, but it was right. There was no other explanation. But she didn't want to believe it. She couldn't believe it. Not until she found Owen.


I know it doesn't seem that interesting right now, but I have a good idea for this story. If you want me to continue, please review and let me know.

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