Hey I know it's short but I thought I should give you guys something. Thanks to everyone who followed!
Disclaimer: I don't own Jurassic Park/World. All OCs belong to Macx.
At the end of the day it was with a sigh of relief that he watched Kavita hop into the Jurassic World jeep assigned to ferry the interns back and forth to the paddock. When she was out of sight he flet the litght wave of tension among his girls flow away and he himself relaxed.
"Thirteen more days to go," he said, "We can make this."
Blue huffed in agreement and gave an impatient little snort to tell him that they were about ready for an evening run. Owen laughed, especially as Charlie and Delta pushily agreed.
"Yeah,' he said, "I could go for a run too."
Later that night Owen, lying in his bunk at his bungalow reflected on the day especially on his new intern. It wasn't that she was a bad intern. On the contrary she looked like she might rank up there with the best ones; maybe even surpass them, with the exception of Peter. She paid attention, asked good question, took his teaching and training seriously. Even after that first interaction with the raptors, she had seemed to buckle down and take in what his girls had excluded. She was an excellent observer and didn't complain about cleaning out the stables or the remnants of the girls' meals. She also seemed accustomed to hard physical work and generally kept out of the way if he needed her to be.
But there was still something strange about her. Something weirdly off. She wasn't a preternatural, at least if she was, she was anything like Owen had ever met before. But he didn't think she was because he and the raptors had been watching her extensively for any sign that she might be but had come up empty.
Owen struggled to figure out what it was that made them all go on edge and Blue did too, tying to put her instincts into a human a concept as she could manage but they were still frustratingly drawing a blank. Part of him wondered if he was wary because she was just so damn perfect, maybe he just wasn't used to good interns but his instincts rebelled against the idea.
"Thirteen more days," he mumbled and fell asleep.
The next day Kavita arrived on time, ferried by one of Carter's men to the paddock. Today she had a notebook and a small sketch pad with her. She had only taken a few steps forward when Owen raised a hand to stop her. She came to an abrupt halt and tilted her head at him, brow ceasing in confusion.
"Before you take another step," he said, "What are the four rules of the paddock?"
Her brow cleared and she grinned.
"One: Don't go into the paddock. Two, don't try to feed them or touch them in anyway. Three, make sure the gate to the outsides is locked when you go into the stables. And four ask questions."
"Very good," said Owen, "Step right up. Let's get today started." Kavita walked towards him but then Owen noticed that Carter's man was lingering. He made a questioning gesture and the man came over to Owen with a package in his hand.
"Ms Dearing sent this to you," he said, "She said it's from Mr. Masrani."
Owen frowned but accepted the package. Right on cue his phone rang and he fished it out to see the caller id say Claire.
"Hey Claire," he said, "What's up?"
"Just calling to confirm that Carter's security does have a package for you," she said, "it's a book."
"Thanks," he said and meant it. He felt Blue's approval of Claire rise for the way she handled things. "I just got it."
"Good," she said. "I have to go now."
"Bye," he said but she'd already rung off.
He nodded to the guard and then detoured to rest the book in his house. When he got back Kavita was waiting patiently for him and they went over to the paddock to start the morning's schedule.
In the middle of the day after the girls had gorged themselves and after Kavita had cleaned out the stables, Owen sent her off for her lunch hour and then settled in to look at the book that Masrani had sent for him. Blue nuzzled against his mind and settled down to read with him too.
The book was a plain brown, hardcover. There was no title or author and looked to have been newly printed. Owen raised an eyebrow and felt his curiosity peak. He opened the front cover and was greeted with a page reading anatomy. He flipped the page to the next and found himself staring at a diagram of a raptor.
It was a general diagram, labeling the outermost parts of the raptor and stretching across two pages. It was pretty basic but clear. Owen flipped the page and then found a more specific drawing of a raptor. This was clearly one of the juveniles involved in the incident. It was drawn in such a way that he could see that the raptor in the drawing had plenty of personality. It was giving a toothy grin to the artist who'd sketched it and had its head cocked a sly and almost playful manner. Almost. Owen could see that it was hunting, hunting and exploring.
Damn. He didn't envy the poor artist who'd seen it to capture it. He remembered his own hair-raising moments aboard the ship, trapped with raptors who weren't his girls.
Blue rubbed against his mind, a sharp, but comforting presence.
The next page introduced the personable raptor as Harry. Owen raised an eyebrow then decided that since someone was obviously more inventive than him when it came to raptor names, he probably shouldn't judge.
Harry was described in clear, clinical tones with regards to shape, color, size, weight and height. He was one of the two betas of the small pack. The book went on to give more facts of Harry with regards to his hunting skill, the patterns he used, the way he reacted to his environment. All in all Owen was thoroughly invested in the book when the return of the jeep told him that his intern's lunch hour, and his hour of peace, had come to an end.
Blue reluctantly ghosted out of his head. She'd been most fascinated about the way her kin had been described. She didn't quite understand the whys and the hows, of the research, not fully at any rate but it intrigued her.
Owen put down the book and got ready for the evening session.
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