Chapter Nine

Title: Project: More Teeth

Author: Divine Dark Angel

Summary: If the I-rex had been prevented from killing her sibling, if someone had stepped in and stopped I-Gen and the people of Jurassic World from isolating them and had gotten them properly socialized, if they had been trained to know what they are…how would life be different for the I-rex sisters and the rest of the park?

Rating: M for mentions of death and a mature relationship.

Pairing: Owen/Claire, Oc/Katashi Hamada

Disclaimer: All characters that you recognize belong to and are copywrite of Universal. The recognizable plot items and other such things are also copyrighted to Universal. I am simply playing in the rich world they have created for us.


Vic Hoskins eagerly made his way past the hatchery attendants towards the office of one Dr. Henry Wu, his unofficial partner on IBRIS. The raptors by this point were reliable with twenty-five commands, slightly ahead of the projected ten the project originally focused on. When he and the good doctor originally teamed up to form the Integrated Behavioral Raptor Intelligence Study, the plan was to expand upon Dr. Grant's theorem that raptors possessed intelligence surpassing dolphins and primates. Vic believed an animal so intelligent could have wartime applications, saving soldiers lives and the government millions of dollars. As the only contractor with access to these animals it set Vic up to be a highly paid and influential man, which stroked his ego like nothing else.

That Grady character had thrown a huge wrench in his plans when he absolutely refused to get on board with the project. While Grady's main interest was the well-being of his animals, Vic was sure when he hired him that the lure of so much money and fame would turn the man to his cause. So far this had not happened – even though the raptors were now just over two years old. Vic was losing patience with the man, going so far as to stage an accident with one of the under-trainers to attempt to get him replaced. That hadn't gone as planned either, Grady having a much tighter control of his charges than originally reported and the man had walked away from the incident with minor injuries. The security and containment were immediately reviewed and the gap Vic had taken advantage of closed.

Dr. Wu, brilliant man that he was, recognized that the IBRIS project would not be turning out the way both hoped. He immediately started genetic splicing a new dinosaur with the best qualities of the velociraptor, tyrannosaurus, multiple other large predators, and several large land mammals into a large, lethal predator code named IR-14. For the cover presented to the corporate office, Dr. Wu provided a wow factor and named the yet hatched beast Indominus Rex. This served two purposes, the first was to provide the board with a new attraction – one that they had been pushing for years- and the second provided a distraction from the raptors. With all the hype over the new hybrid dinosaurs – the first of their kind- Vic could quietly replace several security guards assigned to the raptor pens with his own guys. IGen security who had been part of the rescue team of Dr. Grant and company, hardened men and women who knew that these animals were responsible for multiple deaths and would be watching carefully as Grady attempted to domesticate them.

The two original incarnations of the IR-14 were both hatched successfully. Vic was pleased to hear this over the radio, but his pleasure quickly turned to disbelief and anger when Dr. Wu informed him of the imprint on that vapid mosasaur trainer and Director Masrani's decision to let the girl raise them. There had been a few drunken nights of rage filled fights, but Vic was an opportunist and quickly set about investigating the girl. A graduate of a renowned animal sciences program, daughter of a biologist and a socialite, did several tours in a lion rehabilitation station in Africa before taking a permanent position at the Australian Aquarium to train and manage their orca whale program. No children, no spouse, close to her family but able to be independent from them, no need for money…. Vic was hard pressed to figure out how to get to her. Since his interest in the IR-14 wasn't something he would be able to justify, he had to rely on Henry's reports sent to his classified e-mail.

Intrigued by the beast's ability to completely camouflage itself, Vic asked about the possibility of making smaller male versions. Henry's scientific mind was intrigued and he immediately set to work, tinkering with genetics and emerging with seven viable embryos. Early losses resulted in only four eggs surviving to late term incubation. Vic's pager had gone off about half-an hour ago, the one word displayed causing him to quickly bark orders at his second-in-command to take over.

Now he stood in front of Henry's expansive office, excitement thrilling down his spine. Punching the code in, the door swished open and Vic stepped into the public part of Dr. Wu's domain. Calling out to the good doctor, Vic made his way toward the glass back wall. Peering in to the dim lit room beyond, Vic noticed small dark shadows moving in the back corner – about the size of a small house cat. Counting them, a difficult task considering the movement, Vic came up with three and had to stifle a groan of disappointment. Just as he went to turn away and track down Henry, a dark blur crashed into the glass inches from his face. Startled, Vic stumbled back with a meaty hand over his heart, finding the missing hatchling crouched and staring at him with bright green eyes.

Crouching to look closer at it, Vic felt a triumphant grin split his face. The little creature already looked deadly, dark grey with bright green slit-pupiled eyes. Five talons already longer than the tiny forepaws they attached to, hind limbs identical to the raptors including the large talon high on the back legs, Vic could see the rows of serrated teeth that the upper lip couldn't quite cover. The hatchling's long tail whipped behind it in agitation, eyes narrowed as an inaudible hiss escaped its snout. Vic watched as the hatchling turned its head to bark orders to its clutch mates, all three stopping what they were doing and swiveling their dark heads to look. Seeing Vic, their eyes narrowed and they barked back to the one by the window, running over to group with it to glare at him.

"Wonderful, aren't they? Aggressive, fast, intelligent. Darker colors than IR-14, I thought perhaps you'd appreciate a creature that didn't stand out quite so much. All four are viable, they are already establishing a pack order. The one who attempted to kill you is Alpha. The others have not established where they are yet, but I have no doubt it will be settled by the end of the day." Dr. Wu had come up behind him, watching over his shoulder as the pack of hatchlings stared back at them through the glass.

"Do they have names? ID numbers? How do you tell them apart?" Vic was intrigued by the intelligence staring back at him, blatantly ignoring that the hatchlings aggression would prove a challenge. "Do we have the imprint problem with them?"

"ID numbers for now. IR-15 Alpha, Kilo, Yankee, and Zulu. As for the imprinting - no, I kept them quite isolated. They're only interactions have been with the trainer you sent over and myself when I did the initial bloodwork." Henry was puffed up with pride, "All four are male. Testosterone levels confirm it. They share similar genetics to IR-14, they should be able to do what they do, perhaps surpass it. I tweaked the size genetics, they should be slightly more portable without lacking any lethality. Size estimation four point five meters tall, seven to eight meters long."

"I'm American doc, what's that in feet?"

"Around fifteen feet tall, twenty-five feet long. I forget you don't use the metric system. They could be larger or smaller, hybrids are unpredictable." Dr. Wu paused, "Did you get your end taken care of?"

"The containment paddock should be done by the time they need it. Other side of the island, forty foot fences, electric around the perimeter, twenty-foot-thick paddock doors. Obs deck fifty feet up. It's more than half done."

"And Masrani knows nothing about it? He doesn't know that any of these hatchlings made it, I told him they were a total loss."

"Nah, don't need him to know. IGen footed the bill for the paddock, and will be boating in meat so the suppliers don't get suspicious. Relax Doc, nobody's gonna even know these guys exist."


Emma sighed as she stared across the grass at her sister. Cricket, born Charlotte Grace McGovern, was beautiful as always. Slightly taller than her older sister, she kept her blonde hair cut into flattering layers, currently pulled into a pony tail to combat the tropical heat. Short cut-off jeans and a white tee-shirt from the university of Alabama with white keds on her feet, she was the epitome of a southern girl on vacation. The girls hovered by her feet, hesitant to confront another female. Cricket was too focused on her sister's boyfriend to pay any attention to the apex predators settled near her sister's feet, a tactic that probably saved her from getting hurt more times than she realized.

"So, Commander Hamada," She took a step toward them, stopping when the girls came to their feet and hissed.

"Girls! Decendit!" Emma's tone brooked no argument, watching the twins settle back onto their forepaws. "Cricket, seriously you need to go. These are fucking hybrid dinosaurs for Christ's sake! It's not like when you dropped by in Africa, they're hybrids and I'm guessing at how to handle them like, ninety percent of the time!"

"You live with them Emma! Honestly, if they're so dangerous you shouldn't even be here!"

"They're imprinted on me Cricket! I am their mother and their alpha and they will kill to protect me! Right now they probably think you're a rival here to fight me over Katashi and they will attack you if you do not get the hell out of my territory!" Emma's cool tones were getting heated, her hands balling into fists and relaxing as she attempted to explain to her air-headed sister that she was trying to save her hide. She didn't even notice the twins doing the same thing with their talons in the dirt, extending and retracting them slowly. Katashi did and decided to intervene.

"Ms. McGovern I must insist for your safety that you return to your hotel room. If I must call security to escort you there I will do so, but I would prefer for you to return on your own." Katashi firmly stepped into the dead zone between the two of them, placing himself in front of the twin monsters and trusting Emma's control that they wouldn't leap on his back. Emma's sister started to pout, her arms crossing over her chest as she glowered over at her older sibling.

"Really Ems? Sic'n your boyfriend on me? Low-blow." Cricket almost smiled, but held back, "This is like that time you were datin' that fella from Kenya and didn't want momma and daddy to know! Are ya ashamed of him Ems? That why you didn' wanna tell us?"

"Charlotte Grace McGovern! How fuckin dare you! Git out of mah house riaght this minute! Ah will still whoop ya'r ass, ah don' care how old you've gotten! Owen, if ya don' wan' bloodshed git her tha hell out!" Emma's accent was so thick that Owen just heard the tone of her request, not the words. He put his hand on her sister's upper arm and forcefully dragged her protesting out of the paddock, slamming the doors shut just as the twins reached them. The two paced, agitated, in front of the glass – teeth bared and low rumbling growls from their chests felt through the glass to where Cricket stood, astonished as their display.

She turned to Owen, saying something to him before sliding out of the double doors back towards the resort. Owen scratched the back of his head, turning to meet Katashi's eyes through the glass. Wordless exchange taking place over seconds, Owen nodded and left. Katashi turned to Emma and wordlessly gathered her into his arms, pressing her head into his chest with one hand and stroking her back with the other. His rumbling voice spoke nonsense while she cried tears of frustration into his cotton tee shirt, rocking their bodies gently until she calmed and her breathing evened out.

A few sniffs and she pulled back slightly to look up into his eyes, "Ah'm sorry 'Tashi. She's always gotten under my skin faster than any of my other siblings. Spoilt little brat."

"It is alright Emma, there was no harm done. Might I ask what she was referring to about Kenya? Will there be problems?"

"Gawd, no! Mah parents didn't like Kawami, but it had nothin to do with him bein' a different race! He was a two-timin' bastard after my money and the fancy name back home!" Emma smiled up at him, "Unless you're a two-timin bastard after my money and ruinin my good name?"

Katashi growled deep in his chest and kissed her. Emma laughed into the kiss, feeling her children butting their heads against the back of her thighs. Katashi was determined to keep kissing her, but the twins were done indulging their parents and head butted between them. Emma laughed and broke from him to pick up Nefretari, the task getting harder the more they grew. The little predator ran her head under Emma's jaw, thrumming happily as they moved to go inside the apartment. Katashi followed with Nefret, turning to slide the door shut after them.