So I saw Jurassic World in theaters yesterday. I had to say, it landed number five on my top ten favorite movies list. It was funny, terrifying, and exhilarating all at the same time. Just as it should be. I did think one of the more interesting character arcs wasn't that of Zak, but of Owen and Claire. More obvious, yes, but it did kind of define the movie. I'm just so high on JW adrenaline right now, so I wrote a Drabble in ten minutes. Let me know if I should continue this.
Claire Dearing had never been one for relations. Nor did she enjoy proximity with Owen.
So many things had changed since the second Isla Nublar incident, many for her, including the first thing. She practically couldn't escape her sister and nephews. As for that second thing?
Well, too bad. She enjoyed it now.
It used to be that she hated the sight of him. Broken relationships didn't heal in a day, you know.
It took her three years.
Owen was willing to wait. He almost jumped at the opportunity to work in the park. After she left him in that café in South America, he had spent most of his spare time drunk in random bars. He rarely did anything anymore; the navy dismissed him weeks earlier.
When he got the call from Simon, he had his bags packed in minutes. He wanted to leave the scrungy slime hole he called an apartment anyway.
Soon, he found himself on a plane to Costa Rica and then a ferry to cloud island itself. There had been an outpost set up where the old Baryonyx enclosure had been, taking advantage of the hotel set up nearby.
With his near-empty bags, he waltzed right in to the hotel building and took post around Claire's room.
She didn't know he was there. When she found out, however, it wasn't pretty.
"What are you doing here?" She had hissed at him.
He kept his cool. "Masrani hired me to help with a project of his."
She raised her voice incrementally. "Well I don't want you here. You ruin everything I'm involved with! Can you just leave me alone for a few minutes? Please?"
Her words had stung. Even now, he remembered how her face comforted up, almost willing herself not to break into the happy face she used to have when she saw him.
Now it just made him smile at how things ended up. Then it brought tears to his eyes.
So he had left her alone. When she needed him, he was there. But they both knew within minutes of the deed being done she'd go back to hating him again. So he'd just retreat to his little makeshift home outside the park and mess around with his motorcycle until he needed to work with the raptors or Claire needed him again.
It usually didn't take that long.
But then, after the incident, things changed. She stayed glued to his shoulder seemingly every second. He'd be helping an elderly man and his grandson onto a boat off of the island and she'd be almost drunkenly breathing how much she loved him into his ear.
She made it hard to concentrate.
Barry didn't help at all. He'd just kinda sit back and snicker as she hugged his back, waiting for him to kiss her again.
It was pathetic, he'd say.
She thought it was great. Every night she'd tell him how glad she was that she had him with her, and he'd laugh and say the same.
After all, they had to stick together. For survival.
Right.