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Welcome...to the lab
-Prologue-
I remember a sun too bright.
Bright sun, icy air, and growls.
So many growls.
Loud…harsh…nonsense.
The cacophony that surrounded me—smothered me—made it hard to breathe; made it hard to break the smooth, hardness around me.
And then…he showed up. At first, he put out the cruel sun—allowed me to see the blurry shadows surrounding, circling…nearer and nearer. He then took away the cold, proving not everything in this life is harsh and icy. When he finally growled, it was soft…caring. It silenced all other growls. They were the kindest whispers to my ears. I think about it to this day.
My instincts tell me he knew I was defenseless. He knew I would need help. He provided that.
He quieted the chaos…
He couldn't save me, though.
He couldn't save any of us.
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Crack.
Crack.
Crack!
All attention focused on the incubator—a device meant to provide life, yet so uncaring… Irony at its finest.
A small sliver of fear wondered if love could come from something so sterile. Considering it was bringing life into the world, love was needed, as much as hope.
The first one to emerge was bluish-grey in color. She squinted under the bright bulbs and shifted to bury her head in the shell. He leaned slightly to block her from the lights and turned up the heat in the incubator. A tiny clawed hand moved to cover her head. That's when he realized the flurry of excited voices around him. Turning, he looked at them.
"Hush!" he hissed. "She doesn't like the noise."
The lab fell as silent as a crypt.
He turned back to the little dinosaur and ran a thumb over her head; it wobbled as she blinked up at him. Bright yellow eyes. Black slits expanding into wide pupils, similar to a crocodile's. The feeling of warmth building inside was confusing. He stroked her soft skin again. "Hey there, little one. I'm Owen, but you can call me Alpha."
As she opened her mouth, a soft whine came from it. Tiny, perfect teeth lined the inside of her jaws.
"Exactly." He stroked her head with his thumb and gave a nod. "I'm Alpha."
She turned her head into his hand as she stretched. White shell cracked and slowly fell away as she freed herself from the egg. The reveal of two dark blue stripes running from her eyes to the tip of her tiny tail surprised him. Her black claws flexed as she nudged his hand.
Pulling a towel from the silver tray next to him, Owen wrapped it around her fragile body. A smile crossed his face as her snout burrowed into it. The warm feeling spread throughout his body. Part of him was glad he'd accepted the offer when he'd tried to leave the Navy. Everything suddenly seemed worth it.
He watched as she dozed off. His voice barely broke a whisper. "I'm going to call you Blue."
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