Chapter Eleven

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 I-Gen 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.

{See end for my first and only author's note}

"What do you mean 'they know'?" Dr. Wu demanded, pacing his office as he held his cell to his ear. He checked to ensure that the hallway was clear before he slipped through the hidden door into the temporary nursery pen behind his office. The small dark man Vic had sent over to begin training the IR-15 males lurked in the shadows near the titanium mesh secured with screws to the top of the thick acrylic walls of the nursery. He greeted Henry with a nod, refocusing his attention on the small creatures in the middle of a training exercise.

Henry made his way up to the slightly higher observation deck, one ear tuned to Vic's explanation of the encounter with the IR-14 females and their bitch of a trainer and the other listening to the near silent footsteps of the male predators down in the training pen. All four of them had grown, nearly to the point that they would need to be moved to the larger pen that IGEN had constructed across the island. He was pleased with their general growth and development, but as he predicted their aggression had made their training…..difficult. The trainer that Vic had brought in was doing his best to work around that trait, but Henry couldn't help but compare the IR-15 to the IR-14's training logs and found the boys to be dragging behind considerably.

"That bitch trainer is going to run to Masrani and tattle on me, you know that right? Fucking entitled brat, doesn't she know that these aren't pets? Treats 'em like they're some kinda poodles, runnin' 'em around on leashes and shit. They're getting' too big to be let out of their pen without muzzles and a squad of ACU to back her up. She can't be more than a buck twenty five soaking wet and those monsters are the size of Dobermans on steroids!" Vic's gruff voice was droning in his ear, when Henry tuned back in to him at the mention of the IR-14's size.

"They're how big?" Henry nodded to the trainer as he swiftly returned to his office, going to the file cabinet that held his medical files on all the predators.

"Oh I'd say about two feet tall? Maybe seventy pounds?" Vic's voice was a bit out of breath as he climbed into his jeep and turned the engine over, pulling out of the raptor complex and turning towards the IGEN controlled part of the island.

When Masrani and his investors purchased and re-designed the island to make "Jurassic World", part of the deal included a section of the island to be held by IGN as a base to prevent another travesty from occurring like the first park. There was a force there of one-hundred forty men plus himself stationed in two bunkhouses, with a basic military camp set-up to support them. Vic had ordered the IR-15 enclosure to be built on the other side of a thick strand of tropical woods, out of sight of the main encampment. He anticipated the arrival of the assets in the next two or three weeks, and the deep freezer near the feeding lot had been stocked to prepare for their arrival. The huge generators had been tested and prepped for the arrival, duplicate power sources in place and ready in case of failure. Vic was satisfied that the assets would be both safe and contained, and he eagerly awaited their arrival.

He heard Henry muttering to himself about growth charts and projections, before he interrupted himself to ask a lab technician to pull the T-rex files from her hatching. "Are you sure Hoskins? They're already that large?"

"I'm not blind doc, I'm sure I know how big a Doberman is. We use them in the military all the time. Good dogs, good work drive, and they don't over heat like the shepherds. Why are you so shocked? Is there something I should know?"

"No Hoskins, it's nothing. I haven't personally laid eyes on them since their three-month checkup when we discovered they could camouflage. I did not expect them to be that large so soon. It promises a lot for our boys being ready sooner than I thought." Henry tapped a pen against the desk as he scanned over the files, comparing the growth chart of the T-rex against the projected growth curve of the IR-14. Plotting the girls' current growth on the T-rex curve put them at one and a half years old, at just under six months. He smirked, tracing over the copywritten genome sequence pinned into the front of their medical folder. "I'll get back to you on the move date for the IR-15 males, Hoskins. I've got work to do now, good day."

Vic stared at his phone as the screen went dark, still not quite used to being dismissed so abruptly. His jaw clenched at the disrespect the brilliant geneticist continually showed him, treating him like nothing more than a wall of muscle to strong arm things his mind couldn't solve for him. He pulled into the parking space in front of his cabin, the only member of the IGN force allowed his own space. Most of the little three-room cabin was a large front space that could be used for meetings, with a small bedroom and his own bathroom. He took his meals with the rest of the men in the large mess hall.

Stomping into his main room, he shucked his boots off and tossed them in the corner. Strolling over to stand in front of a large corkboard, he folded his arms and looked over the pinned information and photos he had put together on all the major players in the IR and IBRIS projects. The fact that his board looked like something out of an FBI serial killer case was completely lost on him, as he leaned in closer to take a look at that bitch of a trainer currently standing between him and the IR-14 females.

The picture wasn't her professional headshot that could be seen in both the mosasaur exhibit and the trainer's hall, but a candid of her laughing as she hung over the lip of the drop tank to scrub Nenet's eye ridge. The mosasaur was smaller, as the photo was an older one he had taken near the beginning of his tenure at the park. He had watched her for a while, not really understanding why he had singled her out from the rest of the trainers. He had tried to get her alone and recruit her once, but she had reacted with disgust and practically run away from him. Since then he had observed her from afar, watching her and waiting for another opportunity to recruit her. He never got close enough for her to recognize him, staying close but not ever where she could see him. He vaguely realized how strange his behavior was, but he did not notice how much stronger his interest grew after the IR-14 females imprinted on her. The little bitch continued to ignore him, not even noticing when he lingered near where he knew she would be passing. Now it turned out that she was seeing the same commander who used to oversee her guard. The nerve of that mixed-race upstart constantly grated on his nerves.

A knock on his door brought him out of his fugue, turning to greet his second in command to go over the days training and supply logs. His corkboard spun to hide the groups of photos and snippets of reports from his subordinate. His decision was strictly to keep the information about the IR project classified…...at least that's what he told himself.

Owen rubbed the short hair on the back of his head briskly, his green eyes hidden behind the cover of his shades. Seated at the bar at Sunrio, he scanned the other guests as he waited for his group to arrive. The bartender was a friend of his and kept his drinks coming while he taped out a few short text messages to old navy buddies and chewed on the plastic raptor straw that came in one of the kids drinks he swiped from behind the bar. The first time in his recent memory that he arrived early for a date and his usually painfully prompt partner ran behind. She was coming through the door now, painfully proper in a three-piece power suit and heels with her cell pressed to her ear. Owen raised an eye brow and gave her a once over, lifting his tequila shot and downing it in one gulp. She finished her phone call as she made her way over to the bar, snapping it back into the holster on her waistband and smoothing her skirt down as she did it.

"Hey Claire! Not like you to run late, everything okay?" Owen gestured for another drink from Mark, lazily gesturing for a second one for Claire.

Her nose wrinkled up when he held it out to her, and she shook her head. "I'm sorry Mr. Grady, but tequila isn't part of my diet. I was held up by yet another delay in getting the adult project IR-14 enclosure past the safety codes. Your e-mail said this was urgent, what do you need?"

Owen narrowed his eyes at her, slamming back his drink and the one he had kindly purchased for her before moving over to make room at the bar, "We have a concern about your mad scientist. He's fucked around with the T-rex growth genome and put all kinds of nasty surprises in the I-rex genetics that are royally screwing with our ability to get a handle on training it. They're growing too fast, and they keep doing things that they should not be able to do. They're really smart Claire, like wickedly smart. They feel things too, way more than my girls do." He inhaled sharply through his nose, "If they didn't have the imprint on Emma, I would insist they be put down. I don't say that shit lightly either, we brought them into existence and we're responsible for their well being."

Owen met and held Claire's eyes, his fierceness drilling into her soul. Claire didn't really consider the emotional well being of the assets a top priority. She was forbidden from having pets as children and had never really spent much time around animals before transferring in to take over management and advertisement at Mr. Masrani's request. Even now, Claire could count on one hand how much interaction she had with the assets under her supervision. She dealt mostly with the trainers and hatchery staff, reading reports and crunching data to ensure that everything ran smoothly. Of all the trainers she interacted with, she found that the ones in charge of the large predators were the most determined-hardheaded-irritating group of people she dealt with. For some reason, the types of people drawn to the care of large predators were usually overly protective and aggressive when it came to their charges. It gave her a headache just thinking about it, and usually made her need to run another three miles after work to burn off the stress calories from the pastries she ate looking over reports.

"Mr. Grady, that is a multi-billion-dollar animal you're talking about. Multiplied by two and that could bankrupt the entire park. Unless they become a liability, I see no reason to even consider extermination." Claire crossed her ankles to keep her skirt pressed to her thighs, "I trust that you and Ms. McGovern can handle the training of the assets, no matter what 'genetic fuckery' Dr. Wu has built them with."

"Thanks for the confidence, but we actually want to keep Dr. Wu as far from the girls as possible. If he thinks he can duplicate his genetic tinkering and hybrids then I don't think he'll be able to contain himself from just doing whatever the fuck he wants. We want permission to do the girls check-ups at the raptor center and fudge the results we give to Wu. It's for the good of the girls, he can't push for more hybrids if there aren't any spectacular data sets for him to justify them." Owen rolled his shoulders and watched as Claire's eyes followed the movement hungrily. He knew animal behavior just as well as the next large predator trainer, and humans were just very smart animals. Ms. Pants-suit wanted him, even if just for a roll in the hay. She wasn't hard to look at, if a bit stuck up.

"I can see that you've thought this through, and I see no reason to say no. You can submit your findings to me directly, and an edited one to Dr. Wu. We'll meet up bi-monthly for updates, and I want visuals of the assets every quarter in person. Is that agreeable to you and your team?" Claire lifted one well-manicured hand to brush back a bit of her hair, fighting the urge to cross her legs again at the look the wildly handsome trainer was giving her.

Owen glanced over her shoulder to where Commander Hamada had been listening in discreetly from a few bar stools down. He nodded slightly, only the fact that Owen was so trained in body language cluing him into the movement. "Yeah, we can handle that. I'll be your contact though, we don't want Dr. Dumbass to notice that Emma is running off to you all the time."

"I can have female friends and not be suspicious Mr. Grady, it would also cover the quarterly check-ins. I'll stop in to check with Ms. McGovern tomorrow afternoon. If that is all, Mr. Grady?" Claire was gathering her things even as she asked, rising smoothly to balance on her four-inch stilettos.

Owen stood as well, gesturing her to proceed him out. Katashi rose as well, following them at a distance to avoid her seeing him. Owen chuckled at the secrecy and mission impossible theme they had going. Emma was pissed she had to stay home to care for the girls, but Kakashi had been sworn to report every detail to her when he got home so she was tolerantly waiting for them to get home. They split up when they got outside the restaurant, Owen turning to follow Claire towards the employee lodges and Kakashi headed to the I-Rex Den.

Claire felt Owen tracking behind her and the hair rose on the back of her neck. She was attracted to him physically, but his childish behavior and antics drove her nuts every time she had to interact with him during her quarterly reports on the raptors. She didn't trust herself with him plus tequila, so she blurted out the diet thing and planned on pouring herself at least three shots when she got to her cabin. It was sheer misfortune that she had walked over to the restaurant instead of driving her compact. Now she had Owen tracking after her like one of his raptors, quietly following behind her at a respectful distance. His quiet was disconcerting and made her feel a little sexy as he stalked along behind her, his gaze falling on other men in their path and moving them aside like water around a boulder. She'd never felt safer walking home after dark, at the same time she was uneasy with the crackle of electricity running up and down her spine from the intense stare boring into her.

Owen knew he was making her uncomfortable, but he was enjoying himself way too much to stop. The other guys he saw checking her out, though few and far between at this hour, go the glare down before they could say anything to make her uncomfortable. He watched her walk away with his eyes firmly affixed to her perfect ass, enhanced by the commanding way she strolled along on those ridiculous shoes. His hands twitched at his sides as she turned off at her cottage and up to her door. As she turned and glanced over at him as he passed, Owen lifted a hand at her and continued towards his own cottage, smirking as he felt her eyes pass over his back and settle on his ass.

'Maybe not so prim and proper then,' He thought as he let himself into his cottage. He usually slept up in the trainer's cottage near the raptor den, but he kept this one in case he got stuck up at the main park over night. It wasn't like he had family or friends to spend his exorbitant amount of money on. After his jeep and his late model Harley, most of his money went into a savings account and alcohol at the local bars.

His phone was ringing when he walked into his living space, and checking the screen he saw Emma's excited face with her two girls curled under her chin. "Hey Momma Rex, everything went smooth as a baby raptor."

"Awesome sauce, Papa Raptor! Commander Katashi told me just how smoooooth you were with Ms. Dearing! Turned down your tequila shot? So not classy Owen, you shoulda led with wine!" Emma was giggling as she paced around her living room, the two I-Rex girls training after her in circles. "Maybe next time you should just do a mating bark and see if she calls back!"

"Ha. Ha. You are so funny McGovern. She's coming your way tomorrow, so you can try your charms on her. Well bred southern manners right?" Owen stripped off his shirt as he kicked his boots off and dropped down on the bed. "I didn't approve of that call sign either you know. It makes us sound like a pair. How's Commander feel about that?"

"I don't know, let me ask him…." Emma turned to face her Asian Adonis and slipped into his arms. Tilting her head back she locked gazes with him, "How do you feel about me callin' Grady Papa Raptor? Does it threaten your delicate male ego? Your place as my number one fella?"

Katashi rumbled a laugh at her mischievous look, leaning down to nibble at her neck, "He is only disgruntled that he cannot be Papa Rex. I claim that for my own. Now hang up, Ku`u Lei. Na'u `oe."

Emma gasped as he set his teeth gently into the side of her neck, "Papa Raptor this is Momma Rex signing off! Talk to you more tomorrow!"

Owen stared at his phone in bemusement before tossing it onto the charging pad. Shucking off his jeans and falling face first into his bed, he made a note to drop by the IRex den tomorrow afternoon to check in on how that ridiculous meeting goes. Drifting off into sleep with his mind full of Claire's perfect ass, Owen's snores were drowned into his pillow.

A/N: I almost never put these in here, but I felt that I owed you all an explanation. I love my dogther to cancer and changed jobs. It's been a terrible few months and I just couldn't get into the headspace I needed for this light-hearted piece. I should be able to do weekly updates now, and I finally know the entire story and have it laid out. Thanks for sticking with me guys!