A/N I loved Jurassic World and I've been dying to write a fanfiction about it for a while. I decided to go off the beaten path and instead of writing a Owen/OC romantic relationship story, I've decided to follow the film's theme of family ties.

Just so ages are clear - Allie and Owen Grady are both 36 in my head and Allie's husband Brian is 40. (My headcannon for Allie is Maria Bello and Shawn Doyle for Brian.)

This starts in the April of the same year of the events of Jurassic World (which I assume occurs in the summer).

Hope you enjoy!

CHAPTER 1

"Well," Allie Dwyer, Marketing Manager for Jurassic World said, smirking slightly as she watched the gigantic Mosasaurus leap out of the water for the first time in public. "Sea World just got their asses handed to them."

The thing was huge - maybe 49 ft - and the crowd below Allie let out a terrified and exhilarated scream as it's jaws clamped round the Great White Shark dangling as bait over it's head. Her wedding ring glinted as she shielded her eyes from the harsh glare of the sun with one hand to better see the reaction below. There was a sound like a hailstorm as thousands of cameras across the audience flashed and clicked. The Mosasaurus hit the water again hard - sending a mini tsunami over not just the front row of seats, but the tenth row back as well. The shark had been positioned close enough to the audience so that this would happen - Director Masrani was pushing for what he called the 'thrill factor'. Allie mentally shook her head to herself. The man was fond of worn clichés; every time he entered the board room he demanded 'bigger! Better!'

Over the shocked and excited noise of the audience, Kelly - the trainer - addressed the dripping crowd gleefully. That, Ladies and Gentleman, was our Mosasuarus, Bruce!

"Bruce?" asked Mr Masrani from where he stood next to Allie, looking amused. "Like the shark from Jaws?"

"But better," smiled Allie - and then she paused - "it's a bit on-the nose," she added, conceding.

Mr Masrani shook his head, whipping his sunglasses off his face and polishing them on the hem of his crisp, white suit. "No. I love it. Dr Wu has out-done himself once again."

"He sure has."

"How many -?"

Allie recited the figures with out having to check her clipboard. "We estimate in the Mosasaurus's opening day attendance to the park has risen by 200%. The shows are all fully booked today - this stadium seats about 8,000 people."

"We've doubled attendance?"

"Well," said Allie, smiling slightly as a waiter sidled up to them both with a tray and two tall glasses of sparkling champagne. "It's only 11 o clock. The day's still young."

"Haha, very good," said Masrani, hesitating before he clinked his glass to Allie's. "What was the advert?...Don't fall in?"

Allie blushed. "Obviously nobody would - we've taken every security precaution -"

Masrani's laugh cut across her and he tapped his glass to hers before draining it in one gulp. "I have no doubt Miss Dearing has left nothing to chance. Where is Claire?"

"She's waiting for you outside the stadium to take you to Dr Wu's lab," said Allie, indicating to the two security men approaching. "They'll accompany you to the car."

The crowd was beginning to leave and a small army of cleaners were moving in with mops to clear the seats for the next showing in fifteen minutes. Everyone moved with a clockwork precision and Allie watched as the hook was pulled back in with a mechanical whirring so that another shark could be fastened onto it.

"You do realize Great White's are endangered, right?"

Allie did not need to look to see who was standing on her right, leaning one hip against the railings.

She braced herself, forcing her tone to stay light - promising herself that this time - this time - she wouldn't flip. "Yeah, but it beats using a bucket of smelly fish, doesn't it?"

"Mmm, what did you say? It...sends a message?"

Allie tightened her lips irritably. It was almost mid-day and the humidity was like a stifling blanket. She walked away and made her way down the stairs between the rows of seats. She didn't have to look back to know he was following. "Go away Owen."

"You know what would really send a message," he said from behind her, mock enthusiastically. "If the shark was alive. Y'know, just drop it right in there with that thing. You could advertise it as Sharks vs. Dinosaurs."

Allie rounded on her twin, her green eyes blazing. "I know you don't seem to think this is the case, but I have boundaries, Owen. I would never do that."

He snorted, and the sound drove her mad. "If you've just come here to insult me, you can leave," she snapped. But when Owen opened his mouth to reply, Allie butted in angrily. "Actually, let's make things even. I'm going to show up one day and shit all over your job. See how you like that."

"You do that -"

"- You've never been supportive of anything I do."

"- I hate to break it to you, but you've kind of spend the last thirty years of your life pretending I didn't exist," Owen fired back. "So stop making out like your so great."

"- Oh yeah," said Allie, pretending to ignore him and continuing sarcastically. "And speaking of people we pretend don't exist. Have you spoken to Mom recently?" Oh, that's right, you haven't!"

"What the hell! I spoke to her, like, last week."

"To say sorry for fucking ruining Christmas - in April!"

"I didn't ruin Christmas, Jerry ruined Christmas. The guy's a total douche."

"He's our Dad!"

"Step Dad."

Allie looked round herself furiously and saw a popcorn box lying at her feet. She picked it up and threw it at Owen in frustration.

"- HEY! -"

"Why can't you just grow up!" she screamed at him.

"Why can't you just get over -"

Allie screamed, but this time in surprise as the Monosaurus lunged out of the water once again for the shark the trainers were cranking out over it's tank. Owen and Allie were instantly soaked with water.

"Ah, shit -" said one of the trainers in the distance. "Now we're going to have to get another shark."

Allie spat water, looking mad enough to kill. Owen desperately wanted to laugh - she looked like a half-drowned cat - and his heart ached when he knew he couldn't. She'd just get angry, like always.

"Don't. Say. Anything." She glared at Owen, reading his mind, and spun on her heel, stalking away.

Owen wiped the water from his face and then braced his hands on the railings, looking into the Monosaurus's tank, frowning. He could see a patch of water that was murky with the guts and entrails of the shark.

The Monosaurus was just an indistinct, threatening shadow - swimming round in the distance.


Brian Dwyer entered the fast food joint warily, casting round for a sign of his wife. He was a tall man, in his early forties with black hair already greying. He was wearing park security uniform.

When he spotted Allie sat alone in a booth he sighed, slipping in next to her.

His wife didn't look up from the triple burger she was stuffing into her face with both hands and Brian took in her wet clothes and running eye-makeup.

"You've got sauce on your face," Brian he said, gently, reaching with a napkin to wipe at the corner of her mouth.

Allie glared at him. "I'm angry," she said, through a mouthful of burger.

"I kinda guessed, hon. You wanna tell me what about?"

"He just makes me so mad!"

Brian sighed. Owen. Allie's twin. They'd been separated when they were both just eight when they're parents had split up. Allie had gone with their Mom, Owen with their Dad. As far as Brian could tell, the little amount of contact they'd had that had come as a product of both working in Jurassic World over the past year had been the most they'd seen one another in the thirty years they'd spent apart collectively.

Brian would never tell Allie, but he actually kind of liked Owen - he was a nice guy. He couldn't figure out why the two of them just couldn't get along.

"What did he do now?" Brian asked, helping himself to one of her fries.

"Just showed up after the Monosaurus event and started bad-mouthing the whole thing. He just goes out of his way to - to -" she drowned the last bit of her sentence in her burger, tearing into it viciously.

Once she'd swallowed, her shoulders slumped. "I worked so hard on this event, Brian."

"I know you did, honey."

"He's such a jerk."

Brian draped an arm over her shoulder but did not reply.

"He's a...a stupid jerk, dick-face who has absolutely no concept of anyone else's feelings."

Brian helped himself to another french-fry and Allie peeked at him. "I wish he'd never been born."

"If he'd never been born, you would have never been born," Brian pointed out.

"Okay. Fine. But he's just an arrogant, mean -"

"Allie," said Brian, warningly, in a tone that clearly said 'he's-still-your-brother'.

Allie crumpled up the wrapper from her burger in her hand and sighed, resting her head on Brian's shoulder. "He's so annoying."

"Are you thinking about trying to make up with him?"

She jerked her head off his shoulder abruptly. "What? No! Where did you even get that from!" She watched him reach for another french-fry and slapped his hand away. "- and stop taking my food!"

"I just figured from the way you were obsessing -" he said, dryly.

"I'm not obsessing I'm venting."

"He's your twin."

Her shoulders slumped. "I know," she moped.

Brian rubbed her back consolingly. "Just think about it. Keira loves spending time with him, and she's only seen him three times in the year we've lived here."

She nodded and, satisfied, Brian changed the topic. "How come you're here? Claire normally murders you if your take a second off of work."

"I did a good job with this project...it was a self-appointed break."

Brian smiled as they both slid out of the booth. He drew Allie's face up to his and kissed her on the lips lightly. "Don't work too hard," he murmured.

The familiar twinkle returned to Allie's green eyes as she leaned back in her husbands arms, pretending to frown. "Did you say something? I just heard gibberish."

He grinned, pecking her on the lips again. As if on cue, Allie's blackberry began to vibrate in her pocket. She disentangled herself from Brian's arms and fished it out of her blazer, pressing the keys frustratedly when the screen of the water-logged phone remained stubbornly black. She looked at Brian. "Owen owes me a new phone," she deadpanned.

He rolled his eyes. "You still good to pick up Keira from school this evening? I've got a late shift at work."

"I swear, if we have one day where we all sit down at the table and have a family meal, it will be a miracle," she sighed.

"I'm sorry."

Allie sighed. "No, I'm sorry too. It's normally me that's home late." She kissed him one last time, grasping his hand in hers before leaving. "Love you.

"Love you too babe."

A/N Please review if you would like to read more!