yes I know I already have another story that I have to update, which I will when I can find the time for that. But I've wanted to make this story for a long time and after watching Jurassic World I got the motivation.

It was common knowledge that Dr. Alan Grant didn't particularly liked kids. Not that he hated them, no, he just could never feel entirely comfortable around them. So you could imagine his reaction when I, his daughter, was dropped quite literally on his doorstep with a suitcase and a letter from my mother.

We got along fairly well, considering our main and only common area was that we enjoyed dinosaurs and thought my mother was a horrible person. And really there was no denying that we were related, I had his hair, granted mine was a darker shade, and his roundish nose, and his unique humor. The rest, however, I inherited form my mother, with my pale, hardly tanned at all skin, my dark brownish hazel eyes, and my flight and run response to almost anything I see as dangerous.

The Montana heat was barely tolerable even in the tents. Most of the paleontologists were up the hill unearthing another 'rapter while me and the only other kid near my age here sought refuge from the cruel sun.

Owen Grady was a year older than I, he was fourteen and made an effort everyday to remind me of this whenever he dragged me places I didn't want to go to. Which wasn't too bad, considering we couldn't go very far without Dad or another adult calling us back, but I still was planning my vengeance when I turn fourteen in a couple months.

"Dr. Grant!" One of the paleontologists called out. "We're ready to try again."

Owen and I huddled in the back of the tent as the adults gathered around. I held back a laugh as Dad messed up the computer, again. "Hell, they've got it in for me," I heard him say.

"Lets get closer," Owen said as he took hold of my hand and dragged me outside and around the crowd. We still couldn't see much, but we could hear better.

"...its no wonder these guys learned how to fly," Dad was saying when we neared. A couple people started to laugh causing him to turn around and explain. "No, seriously. Well, maybe dinosaurs have more in common with present-day birds than they do with reptiles. Look at the pubic bone, turned backwards, just like a bird. Look at the vertebrae, full of air sacs and hollows, just like a bird. And even the word "raptor" means "Bird of prey,"" he said as he took his finger away from the computer screen.

"That doesn't sound very scary," Owen spoke up, sarcasm literally dripping in his tone. Everyone turned around to look at us, causing me to back away a couple feet away from him.

"That kid is a pistol," one of the adults laughed.

"More like a six-foot turkey," Owen continued.

"A turkey, huh?" Dad asked as he placed his hands on his hips.

"Oh no," Ellie said as she followed him over. "Here we go."

"Okay, try to imagine yourself in the Cretaceous period," Dad began. "You get your first look at this six-foot turkey as you enter a clearing. He moves like a bird, lightly bobbing his head. And you keep still, because you think that maybe his visual acuity is based on movement, like a T-rex, and he'll loose you if you don't move. But no, not Velociprator," Owen sighed and rolled his eyes. "You stare at him, and he stares right back. And that's when the attack comes. Not from the front, but from the sides. From other two raptors that you didn't even know were there," by now Dad was smiling as he saw the growing fear in Owens eyes. "Because Velociraptor's a pack hunter, you see. He uses coordinated attack patterns, and he is out in force today. And he slashes at you with this," here Dad placed his raptor claw in between his fingers, "a six-inch retractable claw, like a razor, on the middle tow. He doesn't bother to bit your jugular like a lion,say. No, no. He slashes at you here, or here. Or maybe across the belly, spilling out your intestines. The point is, you are alive when they start to eat you. So, you know, try to show a little respect."

"Okay," Owen breathed, his eyes still wide and darting between my Dad's smug face and the raptor claw still pointed at his face.

Dad nodded, still looking smug, before he lead me away with him and Ellie as everyone else dispersed.

"Hey, Alan, if you wanted to scare the kid, you could have pulled a gun on him, you know," Ellie teased as she placed an arm around my shoulders. Of all the adults here, Ellie was one of my favorites. Not just because she was dating my Dad, but because she actually took time out of her day to hang out with me whenever I was bored or wanted company of someone other than Owen.

"Yeah, I know. Kids," Dad said the last word sounding exasperated. "You want to have one of those?" He asked her, completely forgetting that I was with them.

"I don't want that kid," Ellie said holding back laughter. "But a breed of child, Dr. Grant, could be intriguing. I mean, what's so wrong with kids?" she asked while rubbing a hand in between my shoulder blades in a comforting manner.

"Oh, Ellie, look. They're noisy-" I let out a indignant yelp, I was the most quietest person you'd ever meet! "- they're messy-" okay maybe I was a little messy, but you should see his room. "-they're expensive."

"Cheap, cheap," Ellie said.

"They smell."

"They do not smell," Ellie protested.

"I don't smell!" I yelped.

"Some of them smell. Babies smell," he said quickly as he pointed at us.

"Give me a break!" Ellie said.

The sound of a helicopter broke through the banter as it descended near the base of the hill. Already sand was being kicked up and thrown right into the dig site, causing Dad and Ellie to go into what I call "Paleo-mode" as they sprinted down the hill with me close behind to help.

"Cover the site!"

"Shut it down!"

"Tell them to shut down! Shut down!"

"Cut the machine!"

"Just cover the site, cover it,," Ellie ordered as we both helped pull a tarp over the bones and secure it. Sitting up and she looked over to the helicopter, which was still running, and to the trailer just as the door closed. "Did Alan go in there?" she asked.

"I think so," I said as I placed a rock on the edge of the tarp.

"Come on," Ellie said. Taking my hand she dragged me up to the trailer obviously angry. "Okay, who's the jerk?" She snapped as she threw open the trailer door and stormed inside.

"Uh, this is our paleobotanist, Dr.-"

"Sattler."

"Ellie, this is , uh, Mr. Hammond," Dad said, stressing the name. My eyes widened at the name of the digs investor.

"I'm sorry about the dramatic entrance, Dr. Sattler, but we're in a wee bit of a hurry," Hammond said as he shook her hand.

"Did I say "Jerk"?" Ellie asked nervously.

"And this is my daughter, Becky," Dad said, placing a hand on my back and guiding me forward.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Hammond said as he took my hand and shook it with a grandfatherly smile on his face.

"Yeah," I said in a barely audible tone.

"Will you have a drink?" Hammond asked Dad and Ellie. "We won't let it get warm. Come along, sit down," Hammond made his way to the cabinets. "I'll get a glass or two."

"Here let me-" Ellie began.

"No, no, no, no, I can manage this. I know my way around the kitchen. Now, I'll get right to the point," he looked at us. "Um, I like ya, the three of ya. I can tell instantly about people. It's a gift." His face turned serious, or as serious it could get considering his eyes were still twinkling. "I own an island off the coast of Costa Rica. I've leased it from the government, and I've spent the last five years setting up a kind of biological preserve. Really spectacular. Spared no expense. Make the one I've got down in Kenya look like a petting zoo. And there's no doubt our attractions will drive kids out of their minds," he gave me a smile and a point at that.

"And what are those?" Dad asked.

"Small versions of adults, honey," Ellie said. I let out a snort as he turned to give her a look before turning back to face Hammond.

"And not just kids, everyone. We're going to open next year. That is, if the lawyers don't kill me first. I don't care for lawyers. Do you?"

"Oh, we, uh, don't know any," Ellie said.

"Well, I do, I'm afraid. There's a particular pebble in my shoe, represents my investors. Says that they insist on outside opinions."

"What kind of opinions?" Ellie asked.

"Well, your kind, not to put too fine a point on it. I mean, lets face it. In your particular field, you're the top minds. And if I could just persuade you to sign off on the park, you know, give it your endorsement, maybe even pen a wee testimonial, I could get back on "shedual", uh, schedule."

"Why would they care what we think?" Ellie asked skeptically.

"What kind of park is this?" Dad spoke up as well.

"It's right up your alley," Hammond said as he handed them their drinks. "I'll tell you what. Why don't you come down, just the three of ya, for the weekend? I'd love to have the opinion of a paelobotanist and a teen as well. I've got a jet standing by at Choteau."

Dad stood up. "Look, I'm sorry. This is impossible. We just dug up a new skeleton."

"I could compensate you by fully funding your dig," Hammond said as he poured himself some champagne.

"And this is a very unusual time," Dad tried again.

"For a further three years. Hmm?"

"Oh, well, uh," Dad stutter as Ellie clinked their glasses together staring wide eyed at Hammond.

"Where's the plane?" She asked.

"Yeah okay," Dad said before laughing and embracing us. "Okay!"

"You're coming back by Tuesday, right?" Owen asked as I placed my bag on the jet seat. "I mean its not going to be months before I see you again, right?"

"Yes, Owen, for the last time. It's only going to be for the weekend. I'll be back by Tuesday," I said exasperated. Ever since I told him that I was leaving he had gone into this spiral of paranoia.

"Okay, good," he said with a nervous smile. He gave me a quick, but firm hug. "Have fun and stay safe, ok?" He said before getting off of the jet.

Ellie settled down beside me and gave me a playful nudge. "He has a crush on you."

"What? No he doesn't, we're just friends," I protested, feeling more defensive as she smirked at my now red face. "Just friends," I repeated sternly.

"And too young," Dad spoke up from behind us.

"Ellie only shook her head with a knowing smile. "Give it time."

ok so there is a headcannon that Owen from Jurassic World is the kid from the first movie, which I absolutely think is awesome. So obviously I'm going to use that. This, however, is most likely the last time Becky sees Owen for a couple of years. Let me know what you think!