Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm back writing again and decided to make a new story.

This is based around 2 years after Jurassic World in the new park, 'Jurassic Universe'. Owen and Claire are in this story and have regained their original positions. The difference is that more dinosaurs have trainers to keep things from going wrong. Though, yes, things will eventually go wrong.

Disclaimer: I don't own the canon characters such as Owen and Claire and some of the OCs, who some of my friends online said I could use. So yay :-)

(Also, I apologise that the email is pure crap.)

Saundra's POV

Dear Miss Hanukhan,

You have been chosen to be initiated as a dinosaur trainer in our new park, Jurassic Universe. You shall be trained to control your dinosaur(s). Looking after the dinosaur in question, will be your responsibility. Once the dinosaur has grown up into an adult, it will be opened to the public. You shall be in charge of thesafety of both dinosaur and visitors.

Do not worry for accommodation; we will provide that for youas well as for the hatchling.

Also, we have some hybrids, so your hatchling may not behave like regular dinosaurs.

Claire Dearing

Park Operations Manager

I sat in front of my computer, reading the email over and over. "Callion! Evander!" I yell loudly. Evander and Callion are my brothers. In case you're wondering, my name is Saundra Hanukhan. Speaking of my brothers though, Max and Rufus come in and look at me curiously.

"What's up?"Evander asks. Evander is the oldest of the three of us, then its Callion and then, finally, me. We are all quite different. Evander - or Evan, as he prefers to be called - is sporty and decently laid back, though he has a serious streak. Appearance wise, he has dirty blonde hair as me but the same olive coloured eyes as Callion. Evander is a greek name; it means 'good man'.

I nod at the computer screen for them to read the email.

Callion is the first to move forward, his eyes scan the screen and frowns. Callion is very formal and likes being called by his full name. His name is also greek, but means 'perfecction' or 'handsome'. The name fits him; my brother is handsome. He has dark brown hair, often scruffy, that reaches just beneath his ears at the back, getting shorter nearer the front of his hair. That, as well as olive coloured eyes, makes him arguably the most handsome member of my family. Unfortunately, he's also the hardest member to have a conversation with. Callion, as mentioned earlier, is very formal. That in addition with a lack of a sense of humour and fun in general makes him a tough person to talk to. He's caring though...and overprotective over me. "Please, don't tell me that you're considering this," he says in that dangerously quiet tone he uses before he yells.

I gulp guiltily. "Y-Yeah..." I say quietly. "I kind of...was." I knew I would get this kind of reaction from Callion. I guess your curious about what I look like, huh? Well, there's not much to me in all honesty. I have dark auburn hair that reaches my chest but ,unlike my brothers, my eyes are dark brown. My name, Saundra, is Scottish.

Callion turns and stares at me as if I'm insane. I probably am to consider this job after the incident.

"No," he says firmly.

I glare at him. "Yes," I argue. "It's my choice, Callion. Respect that!"

"Not if it means that you go work for the people that caused the deaths of so many people!" he argue back, beginning to shout now.

"Cool it you two," Evander interrupts, reading the email and looks at me. "Saundra, are you sure about this?" I nod confidently much to Callion's dislike. He scowls and looks away. "Okay then," Evander says firmly. "Reply to this woman and say you'll take the job."

"eally?" I ask in surprise, my eyes widening. "You're just...letting me go?"

Evan shrugs his shoulders and nods. "As you said, it's your choice and we should respect that," he reasons. "If you want this job, by all meanns, take it!"

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That's how I found myself, a few months later, sitting next to a girl with long blonde hair. The girl was obviously nervous as she was staring out the window absently and her hand was tapping her knee. She was pretty; wavy blonde hair and bright green eyes, wearing a dark purple trench coat and black leggings. I was wearing a bright red t-shirt with short frilled sleeves and a pair of black leggings. My hair had been straightened that morning and was now hanging loose. I looked over at the blonde girl again. "Are you alright?"I asked after a while.

The girl looked over at me. She looked as if she was surprised that somebody had talked to her. "Uh, I'm fine," she said, surprised. "Why would you think I wouldn't be?" She looks at me suspiciously.

"I'm not trying to be rude," I say hastily, "it's just that you're tapping your knee a lot. It's a sign of being nervous. I was justr wondering if anything was wrong."

"Oh," she says in realization. "Sorry if that was annoying you."

"Nah," I said casually, smiling at her. "What's your name?"

"Uhhh...Megara," she said, "but everyone calls me Meg."

"Nice to meet you, Meg," I reply. "I'm Saundra."

"As for why I'm nervous..." Meg says quietly. "Well, who isn't after the incident two years ago?"

"Yeah, I know," I say quietly. Another memory rises up in my mind.

The memory of a friend I'm not sure what happened to after the incident. Even now after two years, he hasn't tried to reply to my calls or texts.

"are you alight?" Meg asks in concern.

I realize I must've spaced out and smile at her.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

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The boat arrives at Isla Nublar a few hours later. After disembarking, we're all standing around awkwardly for a while. Thankfully its not a long wait as soon a woman whith red hair that reaches her shoulders, wearing a white blouse and skirt walks toward us. "This is everyone?" She asks a member of staff who was on the boat with us.

"Yes, Miss Dearing," he confirms.

"Good," the woman says and turns to look at us. "Hello and welcome to Jurassic Universe. My name is Claire Dearing; I'm the Park Operations Manager. If you follow me, I'll take you to the lab." She abruptly turns and walks hurriuedly in another direction. We follow her to a long row of train stations. Each train has a different word on it. There's on with 'Carnivore Planet' written o the side. Another with 'Jurassic Seas'. Claire is leading us towards a train with 'Staff Only' written on it. Meg and I are the last ones on the train and the door closes behind us. We kind of fall into our seats as the train jerks forward as it starts to move. I can't help but start laughing and Meg just grins. I get my laughing under control and look over at Claire.

Claire smiles at us and clears her throat. "As you know, you are here to train dinosaurs. You may also know from the email, that there are a few hybrids," she explains. "I've been told there are only about 3 varieties. Carnoraptors - a mix of carnotaurus and pyroraptor; spinoraptor - a mix of spinosaurus and utahraptor; and stegoceratops - a mix of stegosaurus and triceratops. Don't worry too much, they aren't that complicated of hybrids."

A boy with light brown hair raises his hand to ask a question. "Uh, after the,uh, incident last year,"Claire tenses as he says that, "why are you making more hybrids? Didn't the Indominus Rex prove that they were a bad idea?"

"We are aware that the Indominus Rex didn't go exactly as planned," Claire answer, her voice now tense and all friendliness in her tone gone. "We assure you that all procedures have been taken to make sure that these hybrids are not as powerful or as smart. All hybrids are made of strictly two dinosaurs and no DNA from modern animals. Also, no velociraptor or T-Rex DNA was to be used. And, above all, no Indominus Rexes. Is that satisfactory, Mr Creek?"

The boy just nodded.

"Good," Claire said, the tension easing out of her voice but still no friendliness. "We're almost at the lab. When we get to the lab, you will meet our head scientist, Dr. Smith. Then you will all be taken to a corridor with doors. Behind each door is an egg. The egg - or eggs if its a pack animal - will be behind that door. Whatever dinosaur that hatches from that egg will be yours to train. No changes are permitted. Understand?"

We all nod as the train enters a dark tunnel, illuminated by lights put at intervals. The train begins to slow down and eventually stops in a train station.

"Good, now follow me," Claire says briskly, hurrying off the train.

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The lab is, in one word, blinding. Almost everything is white. White surfaces, white stools, white pens, white egg machine thingy. Everything! A tall man, dressed in a white coat (what a surprise!) with dark hair and light brown eyes seems to be waiting for us."Hello there!" He greets cheerfully and turns to the Claire. "Are these the trainees?" Claire nods in confirmation and walks to stand next to him. "Brilliant!" He beams at us. "I'm Dr Smith, the head scientist here at Jurassic Universe." The job sounds like something Callion would want. I almost laugh. "So, you're all here to pick dinosaurs?" We all nod. "Great, first of all, I need to ask a question."

He clears his throat. "Do any of you consider yourselves particularly strong willed or determined?"

Everyone looks at each other curiously, but not answering. I think back. Without a strong will or a lot of determination, I wouldn't have survived. Neither would have Evander or Callion. The incident at Jurassic World was a tragedy, true, but it made us stronger as a result.

"I do," I say loudly.

"Oh yeah, why do you think that?" sneers a boy with similar coloured hair to Dr Smith.

"Hugo, please, do try to be nicer to people," Dr Smith sighed but turned to me, "though it is a good question. Why do you think you have a particularly strong will?"

I gulp. Should I say? Should I not? I decide that I should.

"When I was 13 my mum married a man. The man had two sons already, my brothers Evander and Callion. One year later, they had a child called Josephine. Years later, my parents took Josephine to Jurassic World for the day." I stop and take a deep breath. Claire is watching me now, a mix of curiosity, sympathy and dread on her face. She knows what I'm about to say.

"That day was the same day the Indominus Rex escaped from its paddock. My parents never came home. I later found out that they were killed by an escaped pteranodon." Claire clasps a hand over her mouth and she closes her eyes. She seems close to tears. "I was lucky. My eldest brother, Evander, was old enough so that Callion and I didn't have to go to the orphanage. Still, we all had to work to stay alive and keep the house. After that sort of experience, well, I became a survivor of sorts. Without a strong will or a lot of determination, Evander, Callion and I wouldn't have survived," I finish, feeling close to tears.

Dr Smith is staring wide eyed in shock and utter sadness. "My dear, may I ask your name?" he says eventually.

"Saundra Hanukhan," I say firmly.

Dr Smith nods. "Come with me, Miss Hanukhan," he says gently sand gestures for me to follow him.

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I'm led into a corridor filled with door. At the very end is a single door...which is the one I'm taken to. "Inside this room are two eggs," Dr Smith explains, "and I think you may be able to train them."

I nod slowly, not entirely understanding why but going along with it. He gestures at me to enter the room, so I do. The room is small and very bare apart from a large round table with two large eggs on the top. The eggs are a kind of dark grey colour and I guess larger than most eggs. Definitely a hybrid of some sort. I had seen Claire's face when Dr Smith and said that I may be able to train these dinosaur. She was curious but still somewhat dreading the answer. I felt the exact same way.

I walk over to the table and lean down to be eye level with them. "Hey there, little eggs?" I said, feeling stupid. I am talking to eggs. eggs!

One of the eggs shook a little. I gasp slightly and straighten up. "Okay, what abouth the other one?" I mutter and the other egg gave a little shake as well. They seemed to be responding to my voice. I continue to talk to the eggs. After I tell one that its a bit on the fat side, a small crack appears on that egg's surface.

"Well geez, I didn't know that you were gonna take it that way!" I joke, chuckling slightly. I watch as a crack appears on the other egg soon after. "At least one of you guys has a sense of humour, am I right?" Another crack on each of them. After a few more minutes of teasing the eggs, one of the eggs decides its had enough waiting. The hatchling inside breaks through the egg shell with a clawed hand. It scrapes at the shell above it and eventually another piece of shell breaks away and I can see its head. The other egg seems to be waiting to hatch as there is a lack of activity coming from inside. I lean down and peer into the hole in the eggshell. The hatchling is a pale grey.

It opens its eyes.

I gasp at the colour.

The eyes are a kind of a reddish amber colour.

I remember seeing a pair of eyes similar to these ones in pictures online.

Pictures from Jurassic World.

Pictures of the Indominus Rex