Title: Project: More Teeth

Author: Divine Dark Angel

Summary: If the I-rex had been prevented from killing her sibling, if someone had stepped in and stopped IGen and the people of Jurassic World from isolating them and had gotten them properly socialized, if they had been trained to know what they are…how would life be different for the I-rex sisters and the rest of the park?

Rating: M for mentions of death and a mature relationship.

Pairing: Owen/Claire, Oc/Katashi Hamada

Disclaimer: All characters that you recognize belong to and are copywrite of Universal. The recognizable plot items and other such things are also copyrighted to Universal. I am simply playing in the rich world they have created for us.

Their little parade made it all the way to the back entrance of the hatchery before they garnered any unwanted attention. Emma stared at the commander's back as she trailed behind him, always ensuring that her little beasts were plodding along near her. The girls were crowding around her flip-flop clad feet, wary of all the new sights and sounds. Trusting in their mother, they made no sound and kept as close as they could, not even Nefret attempting to scamper off to explore.

"What did you call them? Nanny or something?" Mr. Grady dropped back to walk closer to her, the girls not even protesting as he walked beside her.

Emma kept a close eye on them as she answered, "Nefret and Nefretari."

"Huh. Mean anything specific? Or did you just like the pretty sound it made?"

"Animals respond best to names with more consonants than vowels. Nefret means beautiful and Nefretari is beautiful companion. I have a thing for Egyptian mythology. My old bull whale was named Tut, he was such an asshole." Emma chuckled, "Even Nenet fell into my quirk, her name means goddess of the deep. I blame my father, he's an archeologist."

"It is good that you chose names fitting the assets. These names will look good on the paddock plates." Commander Hamada chimed in, turning a corner in the ally ahead.

For a moment the girls lost sight of who they had acknowledged as the alpha male and warbled, concerned. Commander Hamada poked his head back around the corner to stare at them in something close to amusement, acknowledging Emma's grin with a nod. Once the girls saw that their male alpha was safe they quieted again, checking in with their mother as she moved to turn the corner as well. Scurrying around the corner quickly, they squeaked when Commander Hamada pressed his palm to the asset entry door to paddock six. Also known as the 'baby raptor pen', the enclosure was around five acers of sparsely planted foliage with a few taller trees scattered around the perimeter. Emma could just glimpse a water feature in the far corner, and was intrigued about the depth and breadth of that. One of the walls was heavy glass, through which she could see what was to become her quarters for the next five or so years. A large room contained a platform king bed that was recessed into the floor, and she could see a counter that divided the living area from the kitchen. A door in the wall led to what she assumed was the bathroom. It seemed comfortable enough, and she saw several boxes stacked by the only other door she could see.

The girls had to be encouraged to walk on the grass covered ground, Nefretari attempting to climb her mother's bare leg when her small talons sank into the moist soil. Emma hissed as the infant's claws bit into the tanned skin of her thigh, deep enough to draw blood. Rather than scold the little creature, Emma simply pried the infant off and placed her next to her sister. Nefret scampered forward, encouraged by her mother's calm demeanor. Pouncing on a small fern, she clamped one of the fronds in her tiny jaws and shook it. Dirt went flying as the plant came out of the rootbed and sent Nenet sprawling snout first into the dirt. Nefretari pounced on her sister, and they rolled around in the damp dirt playfully.

Emma watched them carefully, but Nefret's early aggression seemed to have been replaced by a strong pack bond with her sister. She yelped and attempted to leap away from the strong hands that clamped onto her upper thigh. Commander Hamada hushed her when both girls immediately stopped their play to advance on the male who dared accost their mother. Emma held up her hand in the 'stop' signal holding gazes with the two as they hesitated. She reinforced the command with a sharp "Stay" in a firm voice. The two ceased their movement forward and crouched down on their forelimbs, tails whipping behind them in agitation. Commander Hamada had yet to release her thigh, holding pressure to prevent her bleeding all over the place.

"Ms. McGovern, you require medical attention. Will the assets allow medical in here or not?" the Commander's tone was firm, no hint of fear of the little predators mere feet away.

"I don't think that's a good idea Katashi. Their tolerance of me is wearing thin. I think you might have been accepted as alpha male, but that makes me a beta and I'm gonna get out of here before I get marked up to match. That little lady is not happy with her mother bleeding all over the place. Emma, if you want to get together tomorrow I can meet you at two?" Mr. Grady was backing away towards the asset gate, ready to close it behind him.

"Can't Mr. Grady, Nenet's training session is at one-thirty. How about I text you after the little monsters fall asleep tomorrow night?" Emma's voice came out strained, Commander Hamada's firm grip on her leg bordering on painful. She shifted uncomfortably, but he simply moved with her and tightened his grip when blood trickled around his fingers. She was very glad that she had just gotten a wax with Sarah the day before, even though it had hurt like a sonofabitch. She had to admit that it was a good deal more efficient than shaving, and since she spent most of her time in the salt water of Nenet's tank, shaving everyday would only lead to razor burn she didn't need.

"Sure sweetheart, that'll be fine. My number's in the employee directory and there's a nearly indestructible laptop in the top of the closet for trainer's to use. First aid kits under the kitchen sink. Goodnight!" Mr. Grady had stepped through the massive door and as it was sliding shut he yelled, "And call me Owen!"

Emma rolled her eyes and gave the girls the 'up' command. They rose out of their crouched positions and crept closer to their mother and her mate. The smell of blood made Nefret's eyes narrow and her nostrils flare, but upon realizing it was coming from her mother she keened and ran forward to inspect the wound. Commander Hamada used his free hand to gently push the little one's muzzle away. Nenet snapped at his hand and Emma reached over his shoulder to snap her across the nose, a sharp bark of sound to reinforce the command. Nenet dropped into a submissive crouch, her tail wrapped around her forepaws. Emma held her pinned with a narrowed glare, waiting for her to drop her gaze before she too looked away.

"Sorry Commander, she's testy. I can take care of this if you'd like to go…. I'm sure you have better places to be." Emma smiled down at the crouched man, still almost at eye level with her. Teased mercilessly for her height all through high school, she grew to appreciate it since it gave her a smaller drag in the water.

Commander Hamada turned his head to smirk up at her, the mischief in his eyes startling her into trying to pull away again. His grip didn't waver, steadying her as she balanced on one leg. The girls rose from their crouch slightly, hissing as they crept closer to their mother. They saw her in distress and were willing to take on the much larger male to defend her. Emma noticed this behavior immediately and relaxed into Commander Hamada's hold. Surprised, he nearly lost his balance and ended up tugging her closer to him in response. They both froze, his other hand having come up to grip her other thigh for balance. His face pressed into her stomach, right into her tense abdominal muscles. The girls trilled at them, creeping closer to press their hard little wedge shaped heads into her other leg. She reached down to stroke their heads reassuringly, scratching under the chin of each.

"Ms. McGovern, as much as I am currently enjoying this…...predicament I believe that we should take this party inside. You are still bleeding and I would hate for this delay to cause a scar. Are you able to walk? Will your little monsters follow me if I carry you?" The Commander's smooth voice vibrated into the flat of her belly, causing tingles to run down her spine. Emma swallowed to try and wet her dry throat, and had to repeat the action before she could speak.

"They should follow if you wa-" She barely held back a squeal as the Commander swung her up onto his hip, hand still clamped over her thigh. Embarrassed to be held like a toddler, she hung her head over his shoulder to watch her little monsters follow along behind him. They were wearing down, a long and exciting first day out of the shell.

Emma protested when the Commander attempted to lock the girls out in the enclosure, but not as loudly as the girls themselves. With a wry shake of his head, the Commander allowed the two into the apartment. He crossed the expansive living room to open the door to the bathroom, showing no sign that her extra weight bothered him. Setting her on the counter next to the sink and never releasing the grip he had on her thigh, he reached with his other hand to turn the tap on warm.

"Ms. McGovern-"

"Emma, please. You have my blood on your hands Commander, I think you should be able to call me by name." Emma huffed a slight laugh and leaned her head back against the wall of her bathroom.

The Commander said nothing, only squeezed the hand he had on her thigh as he soaked one of the bright white washcloths in the warm water. He wrung the cloth out with his free hand and then replaced his bloody hand with the cloth on her thigh. He cleared his throat, then told her to hold the cloth there until he could get the first aid kit from the kitchen. She did as she was told, pressing harder than he had to attempt to stop the three long gashes from bleeding entirely.

She heard the commander rustling around in the kitchen, the girls' talons clicking on the concrete floors as they followed him around. She wearily whistled for them, not wanting them to get in trouble while she sat in the bathroom bleeding like a stuck pig. The clicking turned towards her, and then two white heads popped around the corner of the bathroom. They thrummed as they came up to rub their tiny heads on her ankles. Their behavior reminded her of the big cats she had studied in university, and she idly wondered if perhaps they shared some genes with them. She knew that the good doctor played around with the genes he put into the dinosaurs, not always successfully. Nenet shared genes with both killer whales and large sharks, giving her a leg up when Emma developed training exercises for her.

Emma wasn't aware of drifting off, but was jerked back into consciousness when warm hands took the bloody washcloth from her limp grasp. She sat up from her slouch with a gasp and swung blindly. A gentle hand seized her wrist and placed her arm back down as her eyes focused in on the commander. She murmured a soft apology and offered an explanation about brothers and surprises as the commander proceeded to unpack the kit.

"Emma, it's okay. Been a long day for all of us, especially your little terrors. They fell asleep as well, I took the opportunity to put them on a pallet next to your bed. That is what delayed me, apologies." The commander's voice was soft as he gathered his supplies and peeled back the makeshift bandage they had applied to staunch the sluggish bleeding. Glancing down, Emma caught a good look at what her overzealous little monster had inflicted and winced.

The three talons the I-rex possessed on each forepaw had each left an inch-deep gash a good six inches down her thigh. In earlier times she would have passed out or demanded stiches, but after years of working with predators she was willing to simply dermabond it shut and call it a day.

The commander was not as inclined to this plan as she was. Pulling out the alcohol and antibiotic ointment from the kit, he set those down next to the dermabond and gauze pads. Meeting her eyes as he unscrewed the cap on the alcohol, he murmured apologies as he poured it into the wounds. Emma gritted her teeth as the cleanser did its job, burning like a sonofabitch and foaming up as it killed all of the nasty germs that Nefretari had under her talons. Panting thru her mouth and cursing under her breath she leaned her head back against the wall as the commander cracked open the jar of antibiotic ointment. Preparing herself for the cold sting, she was surprised when instead she felt gentle fingers smoothing the cream into the wound bed. She slitted her eyes open to peer curiously at the commander, who chuckled at her expression.

"You look very much like one of your little monsters when you do that. I am truly sorry about the pain; however, a blood infection would pain you very much more. The little monsters would miss their mother-monster very much should you require weeks in hospital." The commander's fist language was most likely not English, Emma concluded as she dropped her head back against the wall with a thud. The brilliant pain from the impact dulled her as the commander applied the dermabond to the wounds and pressed them one by one firmly shut. The burn from the glorified super glue was less than the alcohol, but more than the slight pain in the back of her head and made Emma wince. The commander ran his hands over each wound, ensuring they closed and held. Emma shuddered at the sensation of his hands running over the sensitive skin of her thigh, hiding it behind another wince when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

"I believe this will serve. Allow me to cover with gauze and we shall consider the task complete." As he spoke he placed the non-stick pads over each wound and secured them with tape. "If you do not mind, I must to lift your leg to wrap the final bandage."

Emma nodded mutely, too tired at this point to care. She simply desired the process over and a retreat to her bed asap. The commander lifted her leg behind the knee and placed it over his shoulder. Suddenly Emma's tiredness lifted as this moved her into what would be a compromising situation without her suit still under the loose khaki shorts of her uniform. Unnerved, she watched as he unwrapped the ace bandage and began securing it around her thigh. Not one flicker of emotion crossed his face, not even when his fingers brushed the very top of her inner thigh on his final wrap. Securing the ends with more tape, he helped her down from the sink and into the living room.

Spying her duffle, Emma limped over to search for the huge "Aussie Aquarium" shirt she slept in. Finding it neatly folded near the top, she stripped her shorts and shirt off.

A strangled sounding cough made her realize that although his hands had been close, the commander's eyes had never ventured above her middle thigh and he most likely had not realized she was wearing the modified wetsuit under her uniform. She glanced up at him with an apology on her lips to find he had quickly turned to face the opposite wall. Smiling she slipped her nightshirt over her head and wiggled out of the suit underneath the cover it provided.

"Alright Commander-"

"Katashi." Came a strangled mimicry of his normally smooth tone.

"Katashi. I'm decent, sorry for not warning you about the suit. I assumed you'd seen it already." Emma's voice betrayed a slight guilt over his distress, but amusement ruined it.

"I did not look. Merely dressed the wound. It is not something any decent man would take advantage of." His tone brooked no argument, and she grinned at him.

"Not all men have your morals. I'm exhausted, but I'm sure you're more tired than I am. Carrying my butt all the way in here and stuff. If you want to take a shower and clean up I saw some of Owen's old clothes still in the closet." Emma gestured to the closet's half open sliding doors. A very loud Hawaiian print tee shirt and a pair of linen lounge pants hung on a wire hanger, abandoned by their previous owner.

"It is late, ma'am. Since I have yet to assign a detail for you and the little monsters, I will remain here tonight. A quick shower would be welcome, and thank you for offering. I will take the couch and you should wake me should you need anything." Katashi murmured quietly, moving to take the clothes out of the closet. His face tightened at the loud shirt before he headed to the bathroom.

"Absolutely not Commander! It's been a helluva day for both of us and that monstrosity of a bed is plenty big enough to share! Besides, I know from previous injuries that once I'm down I ain't gettin back up anytime soon. How'm I posed to –yawn- get to you if ah need haelp?" Emma's accent thickened as she grew more tired, her eyelids drooping to half-mast as she staggered over to the bed.

She stayed awake long enough to ensure he would comply before she was out cold.