Owen was practically skipping as he walked into the lab. He couldn't hide the smirk as soon as he saw Andrew over by the raptors. He wanted to tell him he was too late to even think of trying to mend his relationship with Claire. That she was his. Though he knew that conversation would be fun to have, but not too fun when it got back to Claire.

"Hey, Blue!" Owen said excitedly, reaching out and scooping her up. She squeaked and immediately bent her head to rub it against his hand.

"Hey," Andrew called over his shoulder as he concentrated on trying to keep Delta on her back so he could listen to her belly.

"Morning," Owen answered as he stepped beside him. "She ok?" He wondered, moving Blue over to one hand while he reached out to help hold Delta down with the other.

"She got sick a few times last night. Veronica was working with her, but she couldn't find anything wrong." Andrew said with a loud yawn.

"Rough night?" Owen wondered, watching Andrew shake his head to try and get himself to wake up.

"Yeah, I was working all night. Actually I've been working for almost 24 hours." Andrew said with a frustrated growl.

"Why?" Owen asked, his attention turning to Charlie and Echo who were stumbling their way towards Delta.

"Boss lady made me do my examination on the Allosaurus overnight so to not mess with her showing times today." He didn't bother to try and hide his frustration with Claire. He knew it was only because he was tired.

"How'd that go?" Owen immediately regretted asking when Andrew glared up at him.

"Get ready for Claire to be in a pissy mood today. I sent her an email that she should be reading any minute." Andrew said with a smirk. "Her asset is going to be missing the first few showings today anyway."

"Why?"

"The Allosaurus had a lump on her leg that was starting to bother her. Taking a closer look at it last night, it looks like it was a laceration that ended up getting infected. I had to reopen it and clean it out. It's wrapped with an antibiotic ointment right now. She's going to need to be put out for a while to get it to heal properly." Andrew explained. "If she woke up now, she's just going to get pissed that her leg is wrapped and pull it off. I need time for the antibiotic to seep into it and actually work."

Owen stared at him confused. "And you're smirking because…"

Andrew snorted, "I'm going to get called to the principals office. She's cute when she's mad."

Owen locked his lips together in a tight line, forcing himself to keep his mouth shut.

"Well," Andrew continued, oblivious to Owen's tense stance. "Delta seems to be doing better. Try feeding her a little slower this morning and see how she reacts to it."

Owen nodded, placing Blue down and reaching for Delta. He couldn't help but laugh at her as she let out a tiny growl and bit his finger, her teeth not quite sharp enough to puncture his skin. "Hey, now, little girl. I wasn't the one that pissed you off." He reached for the syringe that had purée meat in it and fed her a bit. She sucked it down quickly.

Andrew watched with a satisfied smile.

Andrews phone rang and Owen turned to watch his face pale before regaining his confidence. "There she is." He said, looking down at the caller ID. "Hel—" his greeting was cut off immediately and Owen's eyes widened when he heard Claire's voice yelling through the phone.

"What the hell are you doing, Andrew! I'm heading to my meeting now. I want that attraction open by the first showing at 10."

"She's sedated." Andrew informed her matter of factly.

"My office in half hour. I don't have time to deal with this, this morning!" She yelled and hung up.

Andrew put his phone back in his pocked and sighed heavily, looking up to smile at Owen. "That went well."

"Went?" Owen snorted. "That sounded like it was just the appetizer."

"Na," Andrew shrugged. "That's her just being pissy. You don't want to be anywhere on the island when she's raging."

Owen rolled his eyes, turning back to Delta and mumbled, "I'll keep that in mind."

"I'll be doing some rounds, checking on the big girl and then I'll be upstairs. Call me if anything changes with Delta."

Owen nodded, his focus set on his raptor.

Andrew made it to Claire's office exactly thirty minutes after she called. Approaching Zara's desk, he smiled at her, gesturing towards Claire's door. "She inside?"

Zara shook her head, pointing to the group of chairs beside the door.

Andrew's brow furrowed as he took in Zara's stern look. Usually she let him wait in her office if she wasn't there. He looked at the chairs and back at Zara.

She finally looked up from her computer and huffed in frustration. "Dr. Carter, Ms. Dearing is not in her office right now. Please have a seat."

Andrew recoiled as if he was slapped. "When did you go all official business?" He asked, unsure of where the attitude was coming from. They always got along in the past.

"Chair, Dr. Carter." She simply stated, pointing once again.

"Ok!" Andrew threw his hands up, palms towards her and moved to sit down.

Andrew heard the heels clanking loudly in the hall as Claire approached. He caught Zara dropping her phone in her desk drawer and made herself busy at her computer. "Damn, even her walk sounds angry." Andrew snickered, hoping to get some sort of smile from Zara.

She spun in her chair, finger jabbing towards him. "Her mood is all your fault! She's snapping at everyone!" Zara hissed.

"The dinosaur is injured!" Andrew snapped back.

"But you could have given her a heads up! You know she hates getting news like that with only an hour to relocate the attraction crew and get announcements out to the guests."

Before Andrew could respond, Claire rounded the corner, her face set in a fierce scowl.

Claire turned briefly towards Zara. "Hold my calls." She demanded, and opened her office door, motioning for Andrew to go inside.

Andrew had just made it through the door when Claire slammed it behind him, her finger jabbing into his chest. "Do you know how bad you just fucked up my morning?!" She paused as she turned to walk towards her desk. "A bit more of a heads up would have been ideal." She spun around to glare at him. "Where's the chart on the examination?" She asked, gesturing back towards her empty desk.

Andrew rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, Claire. Since when do you demand the charts on your desk within twelve hours of exam?"

Claire's hands lifted to her temples and she did her best to massage the stress away. "Since I started this position! You know I need the chart so I can assess how long the asset is going to be out of service."

"It was never a problem before." Andrew's features softened and he stepped towards Claire.

"Yeah it was…" Claire shifted, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ears, her eyes dropping to the floor as she spoke. "You just had a way of distracting me."

Andrew smiled and reached for her hips. "Will it work now?"

Claire jumped away, stumbling backwards and moving around her desk, feeling better when it was between her and Andrew. "No." She said, her voice flat.

"Fine," Andrew sighed, realizing she just wasn't ready for him to move in so quickly. "I'm sorry I didn't have it on your desk this morning. But I will need her under until the antibiotics do their thing."

"Oh, Andrew," Claire groaned, reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose. "Fine," she huffed. "I'll figure it out."

"That's my girl." Andrew flashed her a smile that he knew she always loved.

Claire shook her head, unamused. "No. I'm not, Dr. Carter. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to clean up your mess and deal with thousands of pissed off guests." She groaned, walking towards her door and opening it for him.

Andrew was about to apologize when his phone rang. "Owen?" He raised an eyebrow in question and quickly answered the phone. "Hey," He greeted him.

Claire stepped closer as Andrew listened to Owen's panicked voice. "It's Delta. She finished what was in the syringe and now she won't stop throwing up. Something's wrong."

"What's wrong?" Claire asked, as Andrew listened to Owen. He held up his finger as he spoke. "Ok, I'm on my way down. Flip her on her belly so she doesn't choke."

"Is it one of the raptors?" Claire asked as Andrew hung up the phone.

Andrew nodded. "Delta. She has been spitting up. She just got sick again. I'm going to have to take her in to the hospital for a more thorough exam."

Claire's heart jumped to her throat. She wanted to rush down to be with Owen. She knew how terrified he must be, but she also knew the amount of work that Andrew placed on her plate for the morning with the Allosaurus. She wanted to lash out at Andrew again for causing her the extra work and not allowing her to check on Owen, but she kept her mouth shut. "I'll check in as soon as I clean up your mess." She huffed and rushed by him to hurry to the control room so she could start giving out orders for the control crew to give out the notifications they needed.

Andrew hurried back down to the lab, immediately reaching for Delta cradled in Owen's hands.

"She's shivering." Owen informed him, panic strong in his voice.

"I've got to take her to the hospital. She's probably dehydrated by now." Andrew informed him. "I need to rule some things out."

"Like what?" Owen half shrieked, his eyes wide with worry.

"I don't know yet." Andrew shrugged. placing Delta in a small carrier, pulling a panicked cry from the baby raptor.

"No!" Owen said quickly. He reached for a blanket and took her back out of the carrier, wrapping her up and cradling her in his arms.

"Ok." Andrew said and led Owen from the room. "My car is just out back."

XXX

By the time Claire got everything under control with the Allosaurus, it was almost two hours since she last spoke to Andrew. Checking her phone, she didn't see any texts from Owen. Turning quickly, unable to suppress her worry any longer, she faced Vivian. "I will be in the medic lab. There's an issue with one of the raptors. Page me if something happens."

"Oh no!" Vivian cried out. "I hope the poor thing is ok!" She called after Claire as she rushed from the control room.

"Hi, Ms. Dearing." Veronica greeted Claire as she entered the hospital.

"Dr. Carter?" Claire asked and Veronica immediately pointed down the hall. "Ultrasound." She informed Claire.

"Ultrasound?" Claire gasped, her eyes wide. But hurried down the hall towards Owen. "Hey," she said as she burst through the door.

Owen immediately jumped to his feet, taking a step towards Claire, but clasping his hands together, remembering her rule and the fact that Andrew was in the room. "Hey," He said, his head hanging in defeat. The one thing he wanted was his arms around her, but he didn't want to push things so fast.

Claire seemed to understand his struggle, and reached out to rub his back as they turned towards Delta's still body on the ultrasound table. "How is she?" She asked, her hand working soothing circles on Owen's back.

It was Andrew that spoke up first, his focus on the monitor. "I think it's her kidneys. Just waiting on the bloodwork. Her stomach looks good."

Owen peered down at Claire and she saw the worry there. She reached out and took his hand. "She'll be ok. Andrew's team is the best. She'll be fine."

Andrew glanced over at Claire with a smile. He was expecting her to be looking back at him after her compliment. His smile fading when his eyes didn't meet hers. Instead she held Owen's hand, her eyes locked with his.

Without thinking, Andrew cleared his throat, turned off the ultrasound machine and hurried across the room. "I will check on the bloodwork." Andrew informed them, regaining their attention, but his eyes were still focused on their interlocked hands. "Claire, a word, please." Andrew grumbled and pushed between them on his way to the door.

Claire immediately followed him. "What's the plan?" She wondered when she caught up with him in the hall.

Andrew didn't answer. His face was set in a scowl as he walked towards the blood lab. He couldn't get the image of Claire's face out of his mind. She clearly was worried about Delta and doing her best to comfort Owen. He shook his head, unable to remember one time she tried to comfort him when he had a rough case to deal with, or having to put one of the dinosaurs down.

"Hello?" Claire said when he didn't answer her. She reached out and touched his arm. "Andrew!" She said louder, finally gaining his attention.

"Sorry," he grumbled. "Just worried." Was the only excuse he could come up with.

She rubbed his arm lightly, "You'll help her." She smiled when he finally looked over at her. "I've always had complete faith in what you do. I still do. You're a great doctor, Andrew. You'll fix it." Claire did her best to try and calm his nerves. She could clearly see the pain in his eyes, but he needed to be calm and focused. She relaxed when she heard him take a deep breathe, his shoulders relaxing. Calming his nerves meant he would be able to be more focused on helping Delta. She was doing it for Owen's sake. If Owen saw Andrew calm and focused, it would help settle Owen's nerves.

Andrew reached out, draping his arm across her shoulders as they walked, pulling her into his side, and kissing her temple. "Thanks for that. It means a lot." Andrew said softly. He felt like his heart was going to explode. Those words made him fall in love with her all over again. She was finally comforting him the way he always wanted her to.

Claire gave an uncomfortable laugh and stepped away from Andrew. They approached the lab and Claire stepped aside. Both of them falling into an old routine. Any time Claire visited him, the one room she refused to go in was the blood lab. She hated the sight of blood and always stood, her back against the wall just outside the door, so she couldn't see inside.

Andrew smiled at the way she stuck with her old habit and continued inside to check Delta's results. "Yup." Andrew called out so Claire could hear him.

"Yeah, what?" Claire wondered. Her eyes focused on the wall across from her.

"It's her kidney's. Luckily we caught it in the early stages. She'll be fine. I'll have to keep her here a few days for medication and to observe her." He said as he exited the room. He was greeted by Claire's bright smile.

"That's great!" She cheered.

Unable to stop himself, he reached for Claire's hips, her excitement radiating with him had his emotions boiling over.

Claire immediately stepped out of his reach and motioned back down the hallway. "We should tell Owen." She said and turned to start walking.

Andrew knew this wasn't going to be easy. He could clearly see her struggling around him, but he was determined to win her trust back.

By the time they made it back to the ultrasound room, Owen was leaning over on the table, stroking Delta's snout soothingly. The moment he heard Claire's heels, he stood straight, his eyes locked on the doorway. "Well?" He demanded the moment both Claire and Andrew walked back into the room.

Andrew was quick to reassure Owen, who'd face immediately went pale from all the emotions. He let out a heavy sigh of relief, resting his hands on the table and hanging his head to try and get himself to calm down. Reminding himself over and over again that she was going to be ok.

Andrew excused himself to go get an incubator set up, leaving Claire and Owen alone. Owen didn't seem to even notice that the moment Andrew left, shutting the door behind him, Claire stepped beside him, her hand rubbing soothing circles on his back once again. "Owen?" She said softly, waiting for him to lift his head. "You ok?"

He nodded slowly. "Just relieved."

Claire reached out, placing her palm against his cheek to try and get him to look over at her. She smiled when his eyes finally met hers. "Hey." She sighed.

He returned her smile, dropping his forehead down to rest against hers. "Hey," He whispered, tilting his head to kiss her and smiling against her lips when he heard her let out a small sigh of contentment.

Owen turned, unwilling to break the kiss and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him and deepening the kiss.

Claire melted against him, allowing him to deepen the kiss. If he needed a distraction for a few minutes and this is what he wanted, well, who was she to deny him.

Delta made a weak squeak on the table and Owen immediately stepped away from Claire to turn towards his raptor who was starting to wake up from the anesthesia. At the same moment the door opened and Andrew stepped inside. Claire jumped further away from Owen, her hand immediately rising to her lips, trying to get rid of any sign that she was just making out. Thankfully Andrew was too focused to notice anything, his attention on Delta.

"Everything is set up for her." Andrew informed Owen.

Owen nodded, grabbing the blanket and wrapping Delta up once more so he could bring her to her bed.

Claire's phone rang and she groaned, not wanting to leave Owen.

"Go ahead," Andrew told her as he helped Owen get Delta comfortable in his arms. "I'll come by in a bit to give you an update." It was a reflex statement from when they were dating. If she was visiting him with a sick dinosaur and her phone rang calling her away.

"Thanks." She answered and reached out to give Owen's arm a tight squeeze. "I'll stop in before the end of the day to see how she is."

Her words seemed to set off a reminder in his head. Of course he was going to stay by Delta's side, but that left the other raptors alone. "Damn it." Owen hissed. "I completely forgot about the other three. Barry—"

Claire was quick to cut him off. "It's fine. I'll call Barry and let him know."

Without thinking, Owen shifted Delta to one arm and reached out to hug Claire with the other. "Thank you. That would be great."

Claire hugged him back quickly and stepped away from him. "No problem." She said and turned towards Andrew. "Don't forget you still have the Allosaurus to check up on."

Andrew rolled his eyes. "Yes, I know." He said as Claire walked out of the room. He waited until he heard the clicking of her heels fading as she walked down the hall. "She's a rollercoaster, that one." He said with a shake of his head.

"What do you mean?" Owen asked as they started walking down the hall, towards the treatment room.

"She was just all over me, being so supportive over Delta." Andrew said and Owen's steps faltered, his eyes narrowing as his gaze snapped towards Andrew.

"All over you?" He repeated.

Andrew nodded, unaware of Owen's death stare. "Yeah, if she was that supportive before, I would have never even thought of leaving."

"Are we talking about Claire?" Owen asked through clenched teeth. How could he say Claire was all over Andrew when she was literally just making out with him.

Andrew laughed. "Yeah."

"She was all over you?" Owen pressed.

"Well," Andrew shrugged. "Not the way I would have liked her to be, but she was set on making me feel better. It was a nice change from her normal constant pestering to just get these animals cured and back out in the spotlight."

Owen took a deep breath, wanting to reach up and rub his forehead. He could feel a headache coming on. "Man," Owen snorted and shook his head. "I thought you were going to tell me she was all over you… like… well… you know." He couldn't believe just how much he was struggling to finish that sentence.

"Oh," Andrew chuckled. "That would have been nice, but no. I don't think we're quite there yet."