Okay so a few of you read it lol thanks. (Even though I got no reviews?!) I couldn't help but write again, so here you go, enjoy!

Chapter 2

"Owen!" Claire yelled in a hushed whisper.

"Kidding. Kinda." He laughed as he grabbed her hand and led her to their bedroom.

"Mhm." Claire replied as she let him lead her across the house, and down the hallway to their room. Once inside, she watched as he closed & locked the bedroom door behind them and then yanked off his shirt. Her eyes traveled down his body, appreciating the fact that he kept himself in such good shape.

"Do you like what you see?" He smirked, tossing his shirt aside.

"Oh." Claire immediately went red, having been caught gawking at him. "I, uh—yeah."

"You don't just have to look. You can touch, if you want." Owen grinned when he saw how she was reacting. Claire was always very formal & disciplined. She disliked being in uncomfortable situations, that Owen always loved to put her in. Like right now. He was having fun. When he took a step towards her, she backed up.

"What are you doing?" She asked, eyes wide.

"Come here." He said, motioning for her to come.

Claire hesitated.

"I won't bite—much."

More redness from Claire.

Owen sighed before closing the distance between them.

"Owen—" Claire's next words were cut off as Owen crushed his lips against hers, desperate to taste her. He loved kissing her. She tasted like heaven. He could feel her tense and alarmed for only the briefest of moments before she gave in and melted into him. Her hands wrapped themselves around his neck, and he gripped her small waist, pulling her into the length of him. When breathing no longer became and an option but a necessity, he broke off the kiss. Panting hard, he traced her bottom lip with his thumb. The shyness was now gone from her eyes. Desire replaced them as she stared silently at him. She wasn't usually one to make the first move, but every once in a while, she would surprise him. Kissing him again, she repositioned them so that they tumbled onto the bed. Owen smiled beneath the kisses, happy to oblige.

It was 1:43 AM, and Claire couldn't sleep. She rested her head on Owen's chest and listed to his soft breathing as she felt his chest rise and fall gently. She was worried about Maisie. Maisie had been through so much at just 10 years old. She new the little girl was strong and tough, but she still worried. Tomorrow she would have to talk with Owen about sticking to a routine for Maisie, so that her life wouldn't change drastically now that Iris was gone.

After the first few weeks after everything that had happened, Maisie would frequently run into Claire and Owen's room—sometime Iris's—screaming in terror. Her nightmares were reoccurring, always with someone dying, being chased or eaten. The indoraptor would sometimes still haunt Claire as well. She would awake in a cold sweat and panic, with Owen gently trying to calm her. "Shhh, it's okay, you're safe." He would say. She knew it was true. But the dreams would seem so real.

She was glad the dinosaurs were protected and safe and away from human interference. The island sanctuary that Lockwood set up for them was big, and able to sustain them without much interaction needed from humans. Of course, the dinosaurs still needed humans to watch over them and keep them healthy. Zia oversaw the Vets & Technicians that would go and check on the dinosaurs in quarterly expeditions. It was now a division of DPG.

Owen stirred slightly in his sleep, and Claire held still so as not to wake him. She yawned, knowing she needed to get some rest. She wasn't sure when, but she drifted off into sleep, thinking about all the things she still needed to do.

"Claire."

"Mhm?" A sleepy Claire mumbled, refusing to open her eyes.

"Would you check your damn phone? It's been going off like crazy!" Owen groaned.

"Hmm?" Claire replied, only half listening.

"Answer. Your. Phone." Owen growled.

"Okay. Phone, got it." Claire could now hear the familiar buzzing as several incoming text came in. She squinted at the clock: it was 6:45 in the morning. She didn't have to be up until 8. She inwardly groaned.

Claire. They are up to something. Call me ASAP.

Claire, get up. This is important.

Claire!

She quickly scanned the remaining similar texts, all from Franklin. Deciding that calling would be quicker than texting, she dialed his number.

"Franklin? What's going on?"

"Claire!"

"Yes, Franklin. What's going on?" She repeated, trying to stay focused.

"You told me to keep you updated on anything related to Ingen."

Claire's eyes snapped open at the sound of that. "Yes, and?" She asked, sitting up. Next to her, Owen turned over to look at her.

"Remember we thought it was weird that they haven't been coming up on the radar?"

"Yeah?"

"They've been deep underground. Doing all sorts of experiments. I was able to get into their files today. One of the auto bugs I set up a few months ago was able to hack into their classified files."

"What sort of experiments?" Claire asked, fully awake now.

"They've been trying to recreate the environment for Lockwood's lab results. They're trying to clone people. The people they've taken as lab rats have been missing for months!"

"Oh my god." She sighed and covered her mouth.

"What's going on?" Owen mouthed to her, but she shook her head.

"That's not it." Franklin continued.

"What? What else?" Claire probed, not sure if she could handle any more news.

"The files of Maisie you had redacted aren't the official files available on the dark web. My filter popped up with information about Maisie this morning at 2:34 AM. Someone leaked files of Lockwood's experiments of her. It doesn't explicitly say her name, but it wouldn't take much to put it together."

Claire's heart nearly stopped. "No!"

The secret files that told of Maisie's true origins were currently held by Claire and Owen. Iris swore that the were the only ones with the original copies. The lawyers, the judge, no one knew of these files. But apparently Iris, Claire and Owen weren't the only ones with access to the truth. When did someone get the originals? Did they work for inGen? Was it someone who knew Maisie? Did they work for Mills?

Owen was up, with his brow furrowed. "What's going on?" He asked seriously.

"Maisie." Was all Claire could say, tears welling in her eyes.

"Claire?" Franklin said hesitantly. "There's more."

How much more was there? Claire nodded, but couldn't get the words out. Suddenly the phone was taken from her hands. She didn't fight him. She tried to concentrate on breathing.

"Franklin? What's going on?"

Owen listened intently, and then sighed. "Are you at DTP headquarters? I have to take off today first, but we'll meet you there in an hour. Okay, bye."

Owen's hands covered Claire's shoulders. "Claire, we've got to go."

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