DISCLAIMER: Jurassic Park franchise belongs to Michael Crichton and Universal Studios, Jurassic World and its characters belong to Colin Trevorrow and rightful owners of the concepts and realisations. This is a fan-writing done before Jurassic World: Dominion.

NOT SO HAPPY REUNION

- Claire, be careful. We're not on an island anymore.

Those words were stuck inside the redhead woman's head. Of course, she knew about the risks. Even though measuring the pros and cons of that decision, she basically had given up. And today, today... It was with that decision she couldn't take that she had to live with. The dinosaurs were set free, because of Maisie's choice to let them live as she was also a living clone. Maybe the only one to really understand the question, they didn't know they were manufactured and she had to process it in a really short time, for a little girl. She was alive, all that time she had lived without knowing... And those prehistoric beasts deserved to live their lives instead of being terminated by mere humans.

Afterall... To the scale of Earth's history, humans were still babies, ruling the planet for a really short time compared to those glorious giants and very fascinating creatures.

Yet, the decision it gave had horrible consequences: dinosaurs demolishing buildings and forests to their paths, invading human spaces to find resources to survive, breaking in reserves and zoos... It was clearly having bad effects on the actual world, all that from an act of sympathy.

Even worse, it touched them. Claire was driving as fast as she could but the SUV they had for months had a tire that implosed due to a pointy rock in the area. It went flat and it wasn't possible to actually continue like this. The ginger lady turned to the backseat to see the damages. They were all shaken up by that sudden pull on the side that she had to do, Owen grimaced as he was sweaty and laying down, hand on his abdomen: a bad wound. That's what happens when you're caught up in the conflict.

It was a very bad injury on his side, caused by a specimen called Ankole-Watusi. A very large horned animal. Though the poor herbivores didn't really attack the ex-Marine. Owen was caught in a pursuit when they were searching out for Blue, yet she was unseen and they were tracking her. They were contacted by someone who had maybe the solution to the problem: relocating the dinosaurs. The contact was yet to be known, but it was apparently someone who knew things about InGen and the projects of the company. Claire couldn't just not give the chance to settle the situation and maybe save people from the dinosaur menace. Feeling guilty as she was, she just wiped the sweat out of her forehead, using her sweater sleeve.

Turning to the backseat properly, she carefully lifted Owen's hand to see the fortune bandage they could give to him, it was still bleeding a lot, however he was repressing it. Desperate expression taking over her face, she glanced at the young girl accompanying them on this perilous trip.

- You okay Maisie? Claire asked softly.
- Yeah. The girl nodded back. Is he gonna be okay?

Not sure what to answer, the older girl of the group decided to just not answer, yet they didn't have much time to find a way to patch him up properly and to move out of here. And it was maybe too late: steps were to be heard outside of the car. Followed by soft growls. Growls that were perfectly recognized by the ginger girl: it was a Carnotaurus. To have encountered one around the now infamous yet disappeared Isla Nublar, it's a beast she wouldn't forget at all... And damn, it was quick.

- Shit.

The creature stepped towards the seemingly lifeless car: sniffing around, checking for a presence. To the point Claire tried to hold her breath and slow her heartbeat. But who was she tricking there... It was surely able to smell Owen's blood since it was tracking them for miles.

Speaking of Owen...

- C-Claire... He murmured, his voice roughed up by a dry throat. Claire...

But before the called one could answer the hurt voice of the wounded, the SUV received a shock. A big blow on the side. Surely the Carnotaurus was trying to open the food can they were representing. Gulping on her own saliva, Claire gripped as she could to hold on, while Maisie tried to stabilize the poor Owen as she could with her little strength.

Trying to reach for the glovebox where Owen did put a pistol she could use for emergency cases, she went propulsed to the other side of the car –on the front passenger seat– knocking her shoulder against the window that took the hit pretty well, even though it was now almost shattered into pieces. Breathing loudly, trying to cope with the pain she was enduring, Claire was clearly trying to survive, alerted by Maisie letting out a scream when she saw the dinosaur trying to pull out the door now bent because of the multiple impacts.

Finally reaching for the weapon, Claire clapped the glove box door back before verifying the gun's magazine, pushing her back against the door to have a stable support. But before she could pull the trigger to try to discourage the dinosaur, it was violently pushed away by a SUV of the same size, launched at full speed and taking advantage of the surprise effect.

Caught aback by that, Claire stayed the mouth open but no words went from it. Instinctively opening the door she had been leaning on, she went out and opened the backseats door to try to slide Owen off the damaged vehicle, helped by a shocked Maisie. The best was to get him away from the fighting area or whatever it was.

Barely managing to keep her eyes opened due to the small wind blowing sand particles all over the place, Claire was shaking her head to try to help, putting Owen at a safe distance from the cars, she lifted her face , protecting her eyes from the sun with one hand, trying to distinguish who was the person who helped them out of this bad situation.

Seeing just a silhouette out of the SUV, she could actually recognize the silhouette of a rifle. Shooting once, twice… thrice… Finally, the giant beast went down in a faint growl, then the guy adjusted back his hat on his head, coming closer. Putting him in aim, Claire was cautious about strangers.

We never know what or who we can encounter.

- Calm down. Said the guy, revealing himself to be older and presenting a greyish beard, putting his hands up. We're not here to fight you. We don't have much time before the big baby wakes up tho.
- Alan? A feminine voice asked, clapping the SUV door. So, who are they?
- Stay there, Ellie. The named Alan ordered, still the hands up. Has he been like that for a long time?

The expression on her facial expression hardened at the mention of the injury, she kept the gun out and aiming, when Maisie stepped in and nodded frantically at the stranger. Her eyes were teary and a desperate expression took place on her face. She was barely able to mumble to help, while Claire gave in, putting the gun by her leg. Trotting to them, it was a blonde older lady coming to them in a hurry, checking on the wounded.

- Alan, we need to move him, hurry.
- I know, Ellie. I know. Come with us, we'll put you at the closest hospital. No need to stay there.

Left with no choice other than cooperating, the ex-park manager decided to lift Owen up with some help, trying to shake him the less possible while they were putting him on the backseats, his head resting on Claire's knees while Maisie went in the front seat, sitting on the blonde woman's lap due to the lack of space.

The silence was crushing, the tension in the air was rhythmed by Owen's faint groans of pain.

Then the engine started and Alan took off. Pushing the vehicle to its full speed, they could maybe make it in time…