This took way to long to get up, but here it is! And I'm pretty pleased with it. So enjoy!

It took Emily way too long to notice the man in a gray suit standing in the middle of the pier, scanning the crowd. For her, it turned out, because he waved to catch her attention, "Dr. Grant!"

She made her way over, trying to figure out who he is. Neatly trimmed black hair, a bit of a stubble beard, smile lines at the corner of his eyes and deeply tanned skin. Yeah, she's got nothing. But she extended her hand, "Dr. Emily Grant."

He shook it vigorously, "I thought so, I thought so. Simon Masrani."

"It's a pleasure to meet the man behind the emails."

He laughed, releasing her hand to stick it in his suit pocket. He began strolling toward the monorail, gesturing for Emily to follow. She did, and he began talking, "I thought we could start with the monorail ride to Main Street, tour that, grab some lunch and keep touring."

Emily adjusted her satchel, so it hung across her body, "That sounds like a plan, Mr. Masrani."

"Please, please, Dr. Grant, Simon is fine."

Emily nodded, and they mounted the stairs to the monorail. He led her inside the sleek, polished train, and to the very front, weaving his way between tourists. They claimed a pair of seats, and he said, "Normally, I would have VIP guests such as yourself ride a helicopter straight to the control center, but I thought you would appreciate the experience of the monorail much more."

Emily set her hat in her lap, "I, tend to avoid helicopters. So you would be right."

Masrani nodded, and the monorail rounded a corner, and a pair of massive gates came into view. And they look all too familiar, yet different.

"These gates are made from the wood from the old Jurassic Park gates," Masrani explained. "We've tried to give everything a similar, yet updated feel, so you'll have to let me know how we did. Since you are our first visitor that has also seen the old park."

Emily swallowed; eyes locked on the gates. They're eerily similar, down to the same torches on the sides, and even the same font. She fumbled for something to say, "They're very similar to the old ones."

Too similar, in her opinion. And yet, when the monorail stopped, and Masrani led her off, and right down the center of what he called Main Street, it could not look more different from Jurassic Park. And honestly, that's a good thing.

It means less nightmare fuel.

And Emily's book, that is a very good thing.

Masrani took her down Main Street, pointing out the various gift shops, a Dairy Queen, a steakhouse, and even a Margaritaville. To Emily, it feels like an amusement park.

This feeling is reinforced when they approached the Innovation Center. It towered over the rest of Main Street, its sides paneled with glass that sparkled in the Isla Nublar sun. Masrani led Emily inside, "We have made quite an effort to educate our guests on all of the different processes, and dinosaurs, we have here on the island."

It was packed with tourists, crowded around informative videos. Emily even spotted a fake paleontology dig near the back of the building. At least they had made an effort to not let people forget about paleontology.

In the center of the building, where the ceiling was very, very high, a huge hologram sprung up. Emily squinted at it, "Apatosaurus, correct?"

"Yes, correct Dr. Grant. Though I would've thought you would've recognized it instantly."

"I've only ever seen the bones of one."

"Right, right. Forgive me, I forget that Hammond didn't have Apatosaurs in 1993."

Emily stared up at the projection, and it changed suddenly. Her gaze quickly shot downward and found, a Velociraptor hologram staring right at her. Her heart leapt up in her throat, and she had to quickly look away, pretending to be interested in a screen talking about DNA cloning.

Masrani didn't seem to notice, and continued leading her through the building, talking about various screens, and information. Emily nodded, and the Velociraptor screeched, making her jump. It sent shivers down her spine, to hear that sound again.

Masrani did notice her jump, and chuckled, "That has startled me on many occasions, don't worry. Perhaps we should head to the labs before lunch?"

Emily nodded, fumbling for a reply, "Do you still use the same processes?" The hologram changed behind her, back to an Apatosaurus.

"Yes, just much more sophisticated. The geneticists can tell you more about it than I can of course." Masrani paused, "Ah! I thought you might like this!"

Emily followed his gaze to a bronze statue in front of the entrance to the labs. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, "Hammond."

"I insisted we name something after him, and the labs seemed fitting. We create the dinosaurs there, and he after all created this dream, this vision, in the first place."

Emily had only spoken to Hammond twice after 1993, when she'd been visiting Lex and Tim. He'd died before she'd had a chance to speak to him again. But he'd always been kind, seemed to regret what he put her through.

Masrani continued, "He used to say this phrase all the time, when he and my father were going over the transfer of InGen."

"Spare no expense."

Masrani turned to her, surprised.

Emily smiled, "He used to say it all the time at Jurassic Park. Not so much afterwards."

The park owner nodded, smiling, "I can remember him saying it a fair number of times. Though you're right, not often." He led her down a hallway, packed with tourists, just like Main Street and the rest of the park had been.

The hallway was lined with labs, some of them with tinted windows, so you couldn't see in. But most of them had floor to ceiling glass windows, allowing guests full view into the lab, where geneticists in lab coats rushed back and forth or calmly sat, bent over microscopes.

"We only do incubation and some gene tweaking in these labs. Anything confidential, like the embryos, or potential dangerous, like hatchings, are done in more secure labs, out of the public eye." Masrani stopped in front of a window.

Emily nodded, almost wanting to pull out her notepad and start writing down what she was seeing. Because, to her surprise, Masrani and Jurassic World actually seemed to be doing a bit of learning from John Hammond's mistakes and shortcomings. They had a whole section basically dedicated to educating guests, they were thinking about guest safety, even if the only example Emily had seen was not hatching dinosaurs where guests could easily get to them.

Oh, and keeping embryos secured. Which was one thing that John Hammond had utterly failed to do.

Which was slightly surprising, seeing how much Masrani was reminding her of Hammond.

Emily watched a scientists carefully check some eggs, "I'm glad you're considering guest safety. You're learning from Hammond's mistakes in that department so far."

"Thank you, thank you." Masrani looked pleased, "Would you like a tour of the labs? You can likely spot any shortcomings we have there, or point out things we're doing better than Hammond. You're already coming at this with a different viewpoint than anyone I've seen."

"I'd be flattered if you'd let me and my dusty tennis shoes into your labs Mr. Masrani."

Ten minutes later, with protective shoe covers on, hat placed in a locker and a lab coat with a badge that said, "V.I.P. Guest" on it, Emily stepped into the lab. Masrani adjusted his lab coat as he stepped in behind her and shut the door, "This is our incubation lab, where we incubate nearly a third of the park's hatchlings."

Emily nodded, pulling out her notepad, and her Jurassic Park pen.

Masrani noticed it immediately, "I wouldn't have thought you'd carry something like that around Dr. Grant."

"I swiped it from Jurassic Park. It's, well, not a good luck charm, but certainly a charm of sorts."

He laughed, "Perhaps we shall find you a matching Jurassic World one."

Emily smiled a little, and let him lead her further into the lab. They stopped in front of a domed incubator, with a neat label that read,

"Apatosaurus, gene type 23, 4/22/2013."

One of the lab interns, a young girl with her voluminous hair pulled back in a ponytail, approached them, "These are due to hatch any day now. We'll be moving them this afternoon."

Emily leaned closer to the glass dome, "What does it mean by gene type 23?"

"It basically means that it's the 23rd gene iteration we've gone through, Mrs.…?" the girl trailed off.

"Doctor, actually. Dr. Grant." Emily straighten, and scribbled that down in her notepad, along with a bit of information from earlier.

- More regard for guest safety than Hammond? We'll see.

- Multiple gene iterations (Apatosaur gets to 23)

The girl's eyes widened, and Masrani smoothly jumped in, "Ms. Jacobs, do you think you could fetch Dr. Wu for me? I'm sure Dr. Grant has a plethora of questions he could answer far better than us."

The girl nodded and hurried off as Emily stiffened, looking up from her notes. That was a name she recognized. And she hadn't exactly parted from Dr. Wu on friendly terms. In fact, he'd tried to kick her out of his lab, in fears that she'd been too young to be in there. She'd been nine, and well used to being around things she wasn't supposed to get into. Hammond had jumped in, along with her father, and told Wu that it was just fine.

He'd still spent the rest of the time she was in there glaring at her and watching her like a hawk.

The intern came back a moment later, and Emily looked up from her notepad to find the eyes of Dr. Wu firmly fixed upon her. And it didn't look like he recognized her.

Fine by her.

She tucked her notepad under one arm and stepped forward, "Dr. Emily Grant."

"Dr. Henry Wu." Wu shook her hand, and Emily could instantly tell; he recognized her name. Wu continued, his voice laced with cold formality, "Head Geneticist for InGen. And what do you do Dr. Grant?"

Emily clicked her pen, sharply saying, "I'm a paleontologist, thank you for asking."

Masrani glanced between the two of them, looking slightly confused. Luckily for him, he was saved by his phone ringing. He glanced down at it, and put in, "Unfortunately, I must take this. Dr. Wu, would you please finish Dr. Grant's tour of the labs?"

"Of course, sir," Wu said smoothly, and fixed his piercing gaze on Emily, "I would be glad to."

"Splendid!" Masrani ducked out, answering his phone. And leaving Emily with Wu.

Wu did a once over of her, and turned on his heel, motioning for Emily to follow. "We don't normally just give paleontologists tours."

"Perhaps I could've been clearer." Emily kept pace with him, "I used to be a paleontologist. Mr. Masrani has hired me as a Consulting Paleontologist here."

A brief flicker of surprise passed over Wu's face, though it quickly vanished. He stopped by a keypad for a door, "And you wouldn't be the same Emily Grant from-"

"Jurassic Park?" Emily questioned, letting herself deadpan.

"Yes."

"I am."

"I'm surprised someone like you would come and work here."

"Someone like a Jurassic Park survivor? Or someone like a paleontologist?"

"More so the first one. Though you must admit," Wu punched in the code for the door, and turned to face Emily, "paleontology is becoming rather obsolete these days. With all the advancements we are making here."

Emily's grip on her notepad tightened, "I would disagree. You can make advancements because of the work of paleontologists. Who discovered the amber you got your DNA from? Who had all the foundational research that allowed you to make functioning ecosystems for your dinosaurs to live in?"

"And that was years ago. We no longer need paleontology, Ms. Grant."

"If that's all you have to say, Mr. Wu, I think I'll wait for Mr. Masrani to continue my tour. I came here to learn about your work in the labs, not get my life's career ridiculed." Emily stopped walking, hand on the door to prevent it from closing behind her.

"Then I will have to ask you to step out. This area is off limits to you without an escort."

"Fine." Emily stepped right out, nearly slamming the door behind her. She clicked her pen so loud the intern from before looked up from her microscope.

The paleontologist loosened her grip on her notepad, and wrote:

- Dr. Wu is an ass. Don't look forward to working with the labs.

Hope you liked it! And I encourage you to leave a review if you did. Even if it's just incoherent thoughts, I'll appreciate it.

And sorry about not updating more frequently, I'm busy with school, and the stress from that is making inspiration hard to come by.