A/N: I've been reading around and I like that you like this story. Most stories like this are with female humans and male raptors. I've been thinking where are the male humans and female raptors? Since no one bothered for 11 years, I thought screw this I'll make my own. So this is the second chapter you've been waiting for and my last before school so consider yourselves lucky.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything I don't own.

"Speaking"

'Thoughts'


Rick kept thinking about how he caught a raptor in his net. This must be his lucky day. The raptor kept on squirming, in a lost way of getting out. This net was made to catch wayward dinosaurs and since this place was a security building then of course it would have one, but he never thought of catching one in his net. He would just use it in case of a whole pack coming in not one measly raptor. Now what is he supposed to do with this one anyway?

"What am I supposed to do with you?" Rick question.

The raptor stops struggling because of how useless it's becoming. This rope that the human caught it in is tougher than the vines near its home. Home…what it is going to do now? She gained a sad face on it when it remembered what happened. The other rival packs probably would have taken its home already because it is the perfect spot on the island for any pack. The human's question caught it. What is he going to do with it?

"You can let me go human."

Rick didn't show his surprise when he heard the voice. He picked up a book at a research facility when looking for supplies. "So you're the one."

The raptor in the net looks at him. He can understand? How can he? Of all the humans in the world how can he?

"How can you…?"

"Understand you?" Rick held a straight face, not showing any emotion.

The raptor looks at him with a curious face, or the most curious face a dinosaur can make. "Yes."

Rick looks at her for a few moments. He figured that by the voice it's female. "I do not understand you. You speak and understand me." The raptor looks at him more questionably. What did he mean by that? He slowly leans away from the rail and walks down. "I found a book about you." He goes to a rope holding the net. "It tells that some raptors were chosen out of the whole species to learn and understand English, our language if you didn't know." He took out a nine inch knife out a sheath on his hip; it was leaning sideways to her surprise. "Only one survives because they used the eggs that were still unborn and implanted the DNA needed for speech." He reaches the rope and turn to her with the knife ready to swipe. "The raptors born would be able to talk to their own kind and humans. Unfortunately, the DNA change was too much and kills the unborn. Luckily there was one that survives and I'm guessing that one…," He pointed the tip of his knife to the raptor. "Is you." He finishes with cutting the rope with a quick swipe of the knife. Sending the raptor and net to the ground.

The female raptor lifts herself off the ground with the net tangled with her. She struggles for a few seconds, trying to get it off, but no such luck. She looks to the human. "Can you help me?"

Rick didn't even think twice and goes to her, sheathing the knife along the way. When he reaches her he doesn't hesitate and pulls the net in one move of his arm, even though it was tangled so much that a normal person might take a while. He drags the net to a corner in the room and sets it for another trap. He sees that the IPod is charged and decides to play something. He plays Sorry by Daughtry at the lowest volume possible to be able to hear in the room, but not high enough to hear outside. Before he hits play he hears soft clicking behind him, the raptor moving towards him. "Need something?"

The raptor asks the one question that's been bugging her. "Why did you release me? I could kill easily and how do you know so much this thing the humans did?" This is one of the oddest humans she met and she knows the originals that use to be here.

Rick hits play and turn to her. He's able to get a closer look at her and sees something you would barely see. She is a dark white raptor with a gray underbelly. Her claws were pure black, so black that it was reflective and you could see yourself. Her eyes held a slivery color that seems to hold a lot of wisdom. The most gruesome thing to see on her is a large scar. She had it running from her right eye to the left to the front most part of her head, wide as one inch, and darkened to tell it was a long time ago.

The raptor takes a close look at the human, pale skin despite living in the sun on this island. Silvery white hair that is long enough to cover his eyes, right now parted in two places to let his eyes see through. 'He must be really good at hiding if he stands out in the jungle like this.' His eyes had a black-reddish color to them, holding lots of wisdom, but no emotion. "I never got your name by the way?" Why does she trust the human this much? She came for a reason and that is to kill him, but now…she can't. She can't leap to him and claw out his guts and ending his life. She can't bite him and shake him to kill him. She can't do anything…but just talk to him.

Rick looks at the raptor, feeling that a war is going on inside her head. "Where are my manners? My names Rick, if you're so inclined to know and you are…?"

The raptor cocks her head to the side. 'Well that's a simple name to remember.' "My name's Lucy."

Rick looks at the rapt…Lucy and remembers her last few questions. "To answer your few questions about how I know about the language speaking dinos I found a journal in a building once, which is probably gone now, and found out about everything." He starts to walk to a couch set in the middle of the room and sits down.

Lucy follows with her head and then turns when he goes too far. "What journal?" She walks to him only to stop when he shows a book in his hand he got off the nearby desk.

"This journal." He opens the book to the last entry, which had blood splatter on it. "The entry reads 'Subject is successful in speaking in English and able to carry a conversation, hoping to input the DNA into the dinosaurs with close to the same DNA as the subject." He looks at Lucy. "Then it changes to a frenzied writing." He looks at the journal again. "Subject is released and running amok. Apparently the other contained dinosaurs are not contained anymore and the subject is released with them. I fear this may be my last entry as the subject is outside the door and trying to get in. Good luck to anyone still on the island." Rick closes the journal. "That's the end of it." He looks at Lucy again. "Sounds like you had fun killing them." He used in an accusing tone.

Lucy looks at him with slight anger. "They captured me and tortured me. They even use words that sound like it would be said to a baby. I know a lot more than the average one of my kind and they treated me like I was a just a raptor that don't talk. Yes, I wanted to kill them, but not for fun." She finished with heavy breathing.

She was breathing so hard that Rick could feel it. Even though she had anger and presented all the bad things the scientists did to her, Rick remained emotionless, this unnerved Lucy. He didn't even had a simple facial expression that she could see and made him look like a harden person, a person who had been through a lot and doesn't give a damn about what other ones think, but still holds thought about what they say. "Humans are like that." Lucy looks at him with a softened expression. "They take small steps and chances before taking a huge leap at something, sounds like they didn't get the chance to do that because every dino was released. I know how every human feels, but I'm not them and that you can trust from me."

Lucy looks at him for any signs of falsehood. She never found one. "I'm sorry for yelling at you. I just found out that my pack was killed and I…" She started to look down and cry. (Do dinos even cry?) "…I just wanted something to vent at."

Rick had some sympathy for the poor raptor. The song was going on in the background and playing again. Maybe it's the time to do what the song wants. He sat up and went to her. Her tears were now streaking down her triangular face and held both sides of it with his hands. He lifted her head enough to meet at eye level. "You can vent it like this." She started to cry more and almost went limp. "Come here." He spoke in a soft expression that held compassion for the crying raptor. He led her to the couch and he sits again, but this time with Lucy's head in his lap, the rest of her body on the ground completely limp.

Eventually Lucy cries herself to sleep, her small quiet snoring almost sounding like a lullaby to Rick, with the bugs outside making their nighttime sounds. Rick just held her head and stroked it smoothly and helps her sleep. Soon he closes his eyes and falls into the darkness around him, with the song still playing in the room.


Lucy wakes up with a groan. She opens her eyes to see her head in Rick's lap and a hand on her head. She slowly removes herself from him; successfully without waking him. His head was turned to the side from sleeping in a sitting position. She looks around the room finding that the windows show that the sun was just rising and peeking from the canopy forest. She looks back at Rick to find him gone. The couch was empty save for evidence of her being there. Did she have a hallucination of the whole thing? Was the human really there? She looks around the room, but can't find him at all. She was about to leave out the door when she hears a whining sound. She looks to her right and sees a rope running though something and can't help but think one thing. 'Not again.' All this before being picked up in a net this time facing the door.

Rick was just picking up his supplies when he hears his trap being triggered, looks like he forgot to tell her about the trap. Actually, he forgot to tell her about going upstairs. He suits up with the supplies he needs and heads downstairs. He heads for the rope he cut yesterday and, without even looking at Lucy, cuts the rope with his knife.

Lucy didn't even struggle in the net because she knows it's useless. Wait…if the trap is here then that means that… She fell to the ground with a heavy thud…again. She got up this time with no net tangled on her. She turns to see Rick in heavier clothes and a weapon on his back and something he has sideways on the back of waist. He walks over too her and puts his hand on her neck, slowly rubbing it. "You okay? I probably should have told you about the trap." He ended with a small chuckle and a smile. How she love that type of smile. It made her feel safe and secure in this world and anything that she has can be fixed with it. Her only answer was a nod because she didn't want him to stop rubbing her neck. She made a strange sound that sounded strange even to her.

"Are you purring?" Rick was surprised that this raptor can purr like a cat and still be tough and dangerous looking. He didn't care he kept rubbing her neck till he let go reluctantly. Lucy seems saddened that he stopped his good rubbing and looks at him with a face that tells him to keep going. He laughs a bit at this. "Sorry, but I'm going to see a building I've really wanted to see since I got here. Want to come?"

Lucy nodded happily. She wanted to follow him wherever he goes. Rick is his new pack and she will never leave him like her last one and protect him at all costs. Besides he's the alpha. He proved that when he cared for her and…for the capturing part too. He walks through the door, avoiding tripping on the net on the floor, Lucy right behind him to the places where he goes and going. The sun rises and brings light into the room, shadowing the objects in the room and bringing a new day and a new life for Lucy.


I was hoping to bring a new chapter to The Accepted, but RussianWolf, my collaborator, is busy at the moment and that has to wait. Think of this as a new year present because all of you are crying for it.

Wolfdragon out.