This is both based on a prompt I saw on tumblr and my own idea. It kept nagging at me to be written and thus, this was born. There's going to be two works in this series, one detailing the events of the movie and one dealing with the aftermath. I hope you enjoy/look forward to both.

As always, any feedback is appreciated.

"Why don't you let the boys visit you?"

Karen's words kept ringing in Claire's ears. They'd spoken on the phone over an hour ago and Claire had yet to let the simple phrase leave her mind. Why didn't she let the boys visit her? There was many reasons. Her go to one was that she was too busy to look after her nephews, she had a park to run, visitors to look after and dinosaurs to keep track of. She couldn't handle two more problems onto that list – when in actual fact it was only one more problem; Gray was a good kid. She was perfectly fine with them staying in Wisconsin and never being in close proximity to her.

Besides, she knew exactly why Karen was so determined to get her to allow the boys to visit. It was blatantly obvious, like a beacon in the middle of the night, but even with that determination, Claire was deathly opposed to Zach and Gray visiting her. She would not allow it to happen, not now.

"He's sixteen, Claire, he deserves to know." Karen had said over the phone. The persistence in her voice reminded Claire of their mother. And Claire was exasperated over it. So what if he was sixteen? So what if he deserved to know? They'd survived with this secret for sixteen years and Claire would go to her grave with it. There was no need to let Zach know now. She knew that Karen would never tell him without her permission - a blessing in disguise, really – so she was free to keep the secret of Zach's true parentage a secret.

Maybe she'd tell him. One day, when she was on her deathbed and he was too mature to hate her for it. Though, part of her knew no matter how old he got, he would always hate her for giving him away the way she had. But it wasn't her fault. She, herself, had only been sixteen when she had fallen pregnant with him, it'd been an accident. An abortion could have been an option but Karen - wonderful Karen - who always saved Claire's life, stepped in and agreed to take the child. She was old enough to have one and she and Scott were looking to start a family anyway. It had been the perfect ruse.

And it was also the reason Claire had grown estranged with that part of her family. If she got too close, she would get attached and she was Claire Dearing, she didn't get attached. She watched Zach grow up through pictures and anecdotes told by Scott and Karen. She rarely visited, only once every few years, and she was fine with that. Scott and Karen were fine with that – more so Scott, who believed that she would have been an unfit mother and didn't deserve to see Zach grow up and Claire agreed with him.

"Claire?"

Claire looked up from her computer screen to see Zara, her personal assistant, standing in the door way. "Yes?"

"Mr Masrani left a message to tell you that he's coming over in the next few weeks." she said.

"To see the asset?" Claire asked but it was more of a statement. She knew why Simon would be coming over. They'd been working on the new dinosaur for a while now. But Claire's mind was still on her nephews, on the son she'd given up and she knew Zara could tell she was preoccupied.

"Exactly." Zara said before she hesitated. "I think it's a good idea for you to let your family visit."

Claire looked up at Zara, not in shock, but in surprise. There didn't seem to be any secrets on this island between the employees. Her disastrous date with Owen Grady spread like wild fire and Claire knew if her biggest secret got out, the world would look at her differently. She wouldn't be Claire Dearing, director of Jurassic World, she would be Claire Dearing, the teenage mother.

"Don't you have work to do?" Claire questioned.

Zara shrugged but bore a smirk. "It won't be too bad. Invite them over during the first week of June."

The first week of June was the busiest time for the park. People were bringing their children here because of Summer vacation and thus, Claire would have her hands full with dealing with the influx of guests. That meant, she wouldn't be able to be around her nephews all day everyday. It also meant that she would get Karen off her case. She would give her the false promise of bonding with them but wouldn't actually go through it. Zach and Gray would be too engrossed with the island and dinosaurs to actually bother telling Karen the truth until they got home and by then, it'd be too late for Karen to do anything but call her and reprimand her.

It was perfect.

"Thank you, Zara." Claire said, her gratitude bearing a heavier meaning than her assistant probably knew of.

With a nod, Zara left her office, the door swishing shut with a soft click. Claire took a deep breath and reached for her phone, only to find that it was buzzing against the table. A picture of the Mitchell family lit up her screen and Claire stared, a little too long, at the boy in the middle of said picture.

Her son. No. Her sister's son. He was her nephew.

Realising she was leaving the phone to ring for too long, Claire picked it up and answered the call, pressing the phone to her ear.

"Karen?" she asked. "You just got off the phone to me. Why are you calling again?"

"You know why." Karen sounded tired, which made sense. It would have been late where she was. "I really think you should let the boys -"

"Say no more." Claire said. "I gave your suggestion a thorough thinking over and have decided to let the boys visit after all. What could go wrong?"

"Finally." Karen breathed out a sigh of relief. "I thought I was going to have to pester you some more."

Claire forced a laugh. "No. I relented. You and Scott need some alone time together."

Karen and Scott's marital problems were no secret between the two sisters. Seeing what was happening between them only made Claire happy about her decision not to marry unless she was certain he wouldn't abandon her after fifteen years the way Scott was planning to. She never did like Scott. Maybe it was because he was so domineering or maybe it was because of the way he boasted about his son when he was in fact Claire's.

"Yeah," Karen paused. "You know that's not the reason I want the boys to visit you. Well, it's the reason I want Gray to visit you, besides his affinity for dinosaurs."

Claire bit her bottom lip. She was dreading this part of their conversation. "You know what, I just remember I have a meeting with some of the scientists. Zara must have forgotten too, other wise she would have -"

"Claire." Karen cut her off, using her stern mother voice. "Don't try to evade this. You can't avoid it for your entire life."

I can try.

"I know." Claire sighed. "But I don't think it'll be a good idea to tell him right now. Not when he's dealing with... whatever teenage boys deal with these days. As far as he's concerned, he's my nephew."

The line went silent as Karen processed what Claire had told her. For a moment, Claire believed Karen had hung up, annoyed by what she had said, before Karen spoke again.

"We can't keep this a secret forever." Karen said.

"We'll tell him. One day." Claire said. It was an empty promise, at most.

Karen sighed, fed up with Claire putting it off. "Fine. We'll talk more later."

"About details of the trip?" Claire asked, quickly steering away from the topic of family. Sorta.

"Sure." Karen said. "I should go now. It's late and I need to break the news to the boys. Gray's going to be so excited."

Claire could only imagine the excitement that her youngest nephew would exhibit. "Good luck with that. Call me tomorrow. See ya."

Without waiting for another word from Karen, Claire hung up and set her phone on her desk. She let out a soft sigh, brushing her hands through her already immaculate hair to smooth it down even more. She could handle them being here for a week. June was just under a month away. It would work out fine.

As it turns out, not everything could work out fine. In the month leading to June, Claire was bombarded with work and calls from Karen and Gray. Claire noted that, through all the calls she got from the Mitchell's, she never once received one from Zach. Not that that was a problem, she'd have rather they kept their distance from each other, it would make everything easier.

While having a five minute break – even people like her needed a break – she realised she only had a little over a week before her nephews arrive and that was not enough time. She was also booked up for meetings for the next four weeks which was not only a blessing in disguise but a burden. Glancing to her office door, she calculated she only had three and a half minutes left before she had to get back on her feet. That was fine. She could compose herself in those three and a half minutes.

Picking out her phone from her coat pocket, she inspected the time and slowly found herself going into her contacts, scrolling down to the very bottom and leaving her index finger hovering above the contact that read Zach Mitchell. What would her excuse for calling be? She wanted to know if he and Gray were excited for coming over? No, he'd tell her she could have just called his mother. Hell, he probably wouldn't even answer her. And if he did, Karen would get her hopes up and Claire already felt bad for planning on doing that in the future. Huffing, she put her phone back into her coat pocket and stood up.

So much for three and a half minutes.

As she got up, the office door opened and Zara entered, carrying with her a box and a folder. Claire looked between the items and instantly knew what each of them were.

"Dr Wu sent this over." She handed the file over to Claire. "It's details on the new asset."

One of the perks of being the personal assistant of the park director was getting inside scoop like this. Of course, Zara couldn't tell anyone else about these things or she would lose her job. No one would be that stupid.

"And this," she held out the box. "is the VIP passes you requested."

Claire set the folder down on her desk and took the box, opening it and inspecting the blue bands. She ran her fingers over them slowly and wondered if he'd been her son from the start, if Zach would have permanently worn one of these. She could only imagine the faces the other guests would have worn had they seen him wandering around the park, doing as he pleased. It almost brought a smile to her face but then she remembered where she was and what was happening.

"What's wrong?" Zara asked.

"Huh?" Claire slammed the box shut and looked up at her assistant.

"You look like you're thinking about something." Zara said, standing with one hand on her hip. "Something... interesting."

Claire shook her head. "No, it's nothing."

She turned her back to Zara and set the box on her desk. She would have it moved to their room nearer the time of their arrival. For now, they could have a home on her desk. Casting a glance over her shoulder, she saw Zara still in the office and quickly turned to face her.

"I need to ask something very important of you." Claire said,

Zara smirked. "When do you not?"

It was true. What Claire couldn't do, she would pass down to Zara. She was her second in command. Her beta, almost.

She nodded, putting on a somewhat fake smile. "In a little over a week, my nephews will be coming to visit the park for a week. Would it be too much of me to ask you to watch over them?"

Zara raised an eyebrow, presumably interested in the strain Claire had put on the word nephews. "And what age are these nephews?"

"Young." Claire skirted around the real answer. "They won't bother you much. Gray is... he loves dinosaurs and their mother will probably have his older brother look after him. It's more of a... watching from afar job."

"I suppose it won't kill me to watch them for one day." Zara said with a shrug. "But one day is all I'm doing."

Claire nodded. She could find a way to avoid them for the following six days, it wouldn't be too hard. "You're a life saver, Zara."

Zara shrugged. "Say that to my raise."

Claire chuckled, softly. "We'll see."

Zara gave her one last smirk before she turned and left the room. Checking her watch, Claire saw she had half a minute before she had to go off to her next meeting. Looking back at the box, she sighed and moved it into the top drawer of her desk. She didn't need it to burden her mind, not when she had some potential sponsor to coerce into giving the park money for one of their many attractions. She had a job to do and she wasn't about to let some long forgotten family secret hinder that.

She was Claire Dearing, director of Jurassic World, not Claire Dearing, the teenage mother.

When Zach's mother first told him he would be going to visit his Aunt Claire at Jurassic World, his immediate response was no way . Gray was the dinosaur enthusiast, not him. If anything, it made more sense for Karen to accompany Gray to Jurassic World and visit her sister instead of him going to visit his aunt, who can't even send a birthday card. Granted, she sent more birthday cards to Gray which is more important to Zach than getting them himself. Who has the heart to explain to an eight year old why they didn't get a birthday card from their favourite aunt?

(To answer that question, it would be Scott, their father, who had proudly told the eight year old Zach why he didn't get a card from his Aunt Claire – she didn't care about him.)

His dislike towards Claire stemmed from that moment onward and it only grew with the passing years. Neither he nor his parents understood his weird hate for her but neither of them made the first, important, steps into that journey of discovery. In fact, there was a lot of discovering he had yet to do involving himself and his family but, like a typical teenager, he'd put it off for as long as he could. Which meant he didn't want to come face to face with his estranged aunt.

"Zach?"

Pulling out one earbud, Zach shuffled into a sitting position and had to resist the urge to roll his eyes when he saw Gray peeking around his half open door open. He knew why Gray was here. Ever since their mother had mentioned their trip to Jurassic World, Gray had been a constant thorn in Zach's side. He wanted Zach to go just as much as Zach did not want to go.

"What?" he huffed.

"I was just watching a documentary about -"

"Let me guess," Zach cut him off. "Dinosaurs?"

Gray nodded, bearing a wide grin. "They're really fascinating and I'd really like to see them in person."

Groaning, Zach rolled over onto his side, pulling his phone up to his face. He could still feel Gray's presence in the room. It bore down on his back the same way the sun would.

"Get mum to go with you." he said.

Gray let out a frustrated sigh. "I'd really like to see the dinosaurs with my favourite big brother."

"You only have one big brother." Zach said. "I'm your favourite by default."

Gray shrugged. "C'mon Zach, I barely ask you to do anything for me and we'll get to see Aunt Claire again."

Zach shifted his gaze from his phone to the wall in front of him. He didn't want to see their Aunt Claire. No. That was a lie, he did. He wanted to see her and confront her for the years she spent AWOL, he wanted to challenge her and get to the bottom of her inability to even text them – with exception of their mother, of course.

"Why do you want to see Aunt Claire?" Zach asked.

"Last time she was here, I was five. I barely remember her." Gray explained. "And you have memories of her, I want memories too."

"Why can't you make memories with mum?" Zach asked.

"Cause mum isn't you!"

By the sound of Gray's voice Zach knew he was getting agitated, as did everyone with Zach's attitude lately. He couldn't exactly help it. With the combination of school, a girlfriend, puberty and a pain in the ass of a younger brother, he was bond to have his nerves fried. He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually slept a full nights sleep, either.

Maybe going to Jurassic World would be a great escape from all of that. Maybe .

"Zach, please ."

Dropping his phone onto his bed, Zach sat up and looked at Gray. "What's so special about this place anyway?"

Gray's face lit up immediately and he began to describe everything they had at the park, from the exhibits, the types of dinosaur there was and the attractions they had. Zach blocked him out as soon as he began his excited rambling. The truth was, he knew exactly what was so special about Jurassic World. It was a theme park based on dinosaurs - Dinosaurs. That type of thing had only been a pipe dream years ago and now? Now, he was being forced to go for free and here he was, complaining about it.

But he was Zach Mitchell, the King of complaining.

"Okay, okay, enough." Zach rolled his eyes.

"But I didn't tell you about the ankylosaurus or the velociraptors." Gray pouted.

"I've heard enough." Zach said. "When did mum say we were to go?"

"She said it would be the first week in June, Aunt Claire said that – Wait." Gray stopped, processing what he'd just heard. "Does that mean you are going to go?!"

Zach stared at Gray for a moment. "Sure."

"Oh my god! Thank you!" Gray jumped at Zach, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck.

Zach only grimaced, awkwardly patting Gray on the back before he pushed his brother off of him. "Yeah, whatever. Are you going to tell mum now?"

"Yes!"

Gray bolted from the room then and Zach could hear his footsteps thunder downstairs. Sighing, he picked up his phone, glancing at the screen. He had a few messages, all from his friends and girlfriend but he didn't care about answering them right now. He went to his contacts and scrolled through until he found the number he was looking for. Why would he want to call her? It would only seem weird and no doubt Claire would tell his mother that he'd called and that would only lead to more questions.

Sighing, he put his phone into his pocket and listened carefully to whatever was being said between his brother and mother. Gray was way too happy for him agreeing to go with him but Zach supposed he could see where Gray's excitement came from. They barely spent time with each other now – which was understandable, Zach was sixteen, he didn't want to be seen with his dork of a brother – and this would be Gray's one chance to have Zach's undivided attention for an entire week. In Gray's point of view, it would be the greatest thing ever but in Zach's, it was the worst.

From the corner of his eyes, Zach saw a blur of colour pass by his room door as Gray ran back to his room, probably to tell his other dinosaur obsessed friends about the trip and not long after, there was a light knock on his door before his mother entered. She was all soft smiles and probably even softer words. If there was one thing Zach noticed about his parents it was how different they were. His mother was like the good cop and his dad the bad one. In saying that, Zach loved his parents but something about them just seemed... off.

"Hey." Karen said. "I'm glad you finally relented and agreed to go."

"Whatever." Zach muttered.

"It's going to make your brother really happy."

Zach felt the bed dip as Karen sat down. "I know."

"And you get to see your Aunt Claire again, isn't that going to be fun?" Karen asked.

Zach tucked an arm under his head and fixed his mother with bored eyes. "Really?"

"I hear she's looking forward to seeing you again." Karen said, looking away.

Zach narrowed his eyes at her. Why did she say it like that? Why did she look away? That didn't make sense. He continued to look at his mother and did what no other kid would. He studied her face, what she looked like and mentally compared it to himself. He didn't look like his mother.

"If she was looking forward to seeing me again, she would at least call and tell me herself." Zach said.

Karen sighed, gently putting a hand on Zach's leg. "I can't wait until you grow out of this rebellious phase."

Zach just nodded and watched as she got up and headed to the room door, stopping where she was.

"Start packing. Or, at least, make a list." she said.

Zach rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

"Well, don't blame me if you forget something." Karen shrugged and then finally left him alone.

Getting up, Zach followed her out of the room but instead of going downstairs, he passed Gray's room and headed into the bathroom. There was no need for him to be in there but something had been bugging him ever since the thought had come into his head. He shut the bathroom door, locking it behind him, and turned to face the mirror above the sink. Nothing about him resembled his mother. She was all red hair and blues eyes while he was dark. Dark eyes, dark hair. He couldn't even pin point a resemblance to his father.

His fingers brushed across his cheek as he tried to find something about him that matched his family but nothing did. Maybe it was his adolescent mind playing tricks on him or maybe... or maybe there was something more to this off feeling he'd been having lately. But how would he tell his family, who he hoped loved him, that he didn't feel like he belonged to them? It wasn't as severe as it sounded, he still felt like he was part of the family but like he was an extension of it.

Like his Aunt Claire.

Frowning, he pulled out his phone and looked through it until he found the most recent picture of his aunt that he had – god damn her for not having a Facebook or Twitter like, y'know, a normal human being – and then looked at it before switching his gaze back to the mirror. He looked like her. Sure, there was a few details missing, such as her having the Dearing family's red hair and light eyes but it was there, staring him blatantly in the face. He looked more like his Aunt Claire than he did any other person in his family.

And that wasn't weird at all.