A/N: So many people had crossover ideas for this EXTRA. I was honestly a bit amazed. Unfortunately, I could only pick one.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Jurassic World or anything about it. I do love dinosaurs though.

"Frost? Gale?" Owen called out as he started getting dressed for his meeting with Zara. "Are you two doing all right?" He looked around as he waited for a response before finally seeing something he could use near the back. He pulled it out and glanced over it to check for stains before deciding to wear it.

There was no response from them, but Owen didn't pay that much mind to that. They were probably still sleeping. It was for the best though. Who knows what they would be doing while unsupervised in his home. At least he had managed to dino proof his home enough that he felt it would be ok to leave them all alone. It would do for a little while, at least. Some soft stuff taped to corners, the openable things tied shut, the doors locked, etc. It would take them a while to figure out how to escape if they were anything like Blue and the others. He prayed that they weren't.

It wasn't the best workmanship that he'd ever shown, but he tried no one could criticize him for that. Except for Claire. She would. Well, she would criticize him for failing and then she would fire him.

Regardless of the poor rush job he had just finished, the rest would have to be figured out later. Like what to do for food, what the sleeping arrangements would be, and what to tell Simon when they finally manage to talk. He would probably wing it all though. Dinosaurs could eat anything and anyone. The bed was big enough for all of them. And Simon is a pretty reasonable guy; Owen would just have to talk to him as soon as possible.

Owen sighed irritably as he fidgeted in his new outfit. Well, technically it was old, but he had never worn it before. So it could be considered a new outfit. It was definitely the first time that he was wearing this outfit. His mother would be proud, especially considering the fact that he only owned it because she bought it for him. It was something he wouldn't have bothered getting otherwise. It wasn't fancy by any means, which he appreciated. It was a simple dark blue button-up shirt with a pair of black casual dress pants. He was sure that he would still be underdressed by most people's standards, but that was fine by him. The most important thing about wearing these clothes wasn't the appearance; it was the lack of dinosaur odor that clung to them. Honestly, it could get bad. He could swear that his bungalow somewhat smelled like the velociraptors due to how often he was around the little monsters. On the plus side, it did stop most people from visiting him at his home more than once. It certainly worked with Claire.

He decided not to go down that train of thought and instead grabbed his backpack and hoisted it over his shoulder. It had all his needed supplies for life on Jurassic World. It had his iPod touch, his cell phone, his weapons, emergency radio, and gum. It was something he would take with him whenever he went out just in case things went south. After he had started working there, he noticed that it wasn't nearly as safe as the public thought it was thanks to Jurassic World's phenomenal PR people. Thanks to his behind-the-scenes look at the park, he decided that he needed to work on protecting himself instead of depending on the security. That had only been further validated after he met Vic Hoskins. He would never, ever put his life into that warmonger's hands.

"Girls?" Owen called out again once he was by the door. There was still no response. That was fine though. He would prefer them to be asleep while he was out. "I'll be back soon. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." He said with a slight smirk before walking out and locking the door behind him. It wasn't something he would normally do since no one ever ventured out this far. But with the girls living with him for the time being, it was better to be safe than sorry.

Speaking of being safe, it would probably be a good idea to hurry up. Heaven knows what Shun would do to him if he was late. Or worse, what Zara would do. Or worst of all, if they teamed up against him. That final thought made him rush a bit faster towards his bike.

As soon as he was on, he hit the pedal. There wasn't really any need to worry about speed limits. No one else drove on these roads usually. Besides, they didn't even really have speeding tickets. Or at least, he was pretty sure that they didn't. It would suck if it turned out that they did. But that was just something that he was going to have to risk. Being on time to the restaurant mattered the most. Unfortunately, because he was in such a rush, he didn't notice how his backpack shifted strangely from time to time as he rode.

Zara sighed to herself as she shook her drink while waiting for Owen. Honestly, she should have known that he would be late. He was late to practically everything. If it weren't for his results, he would have been fired a long time ago. A lot of concessions had been sent his way. But it was hard to go against Simon. The boss adored Owen. Well, she couldn't fault the boss too much for that. Owen was surprisingly likable once one looked past his idiocy. Even if it was a bit hard to do.

"Are you ok, Zara-san?" A voice asked her.

Zara blinked, it was the only reaction she gave from being surprised by the sudden question. She looked up at the visitor and shrugged. "Yeah, I'm ok."

Shun shook his head, obviously not buying her response.

Shun was a pretty tough man. He looked more like a fighter than a chef. It was a reasonable assumption though, since he was trained a lot in the art of fighting as a child. Yet, despite knowing several different martial arts, he preferred cooking over fighting. As such, after high school, he decided to learn to cook. He travelled and trained for a few years until he got hired at one of NOBU's locations. When Simon decided that there had to be a NOBU restaurant in Jurassic World, Shun got selected to be the head chef at it. Needless to say, it was definitely well deserved. Simon made a point to always eat at NOBU whenever he came to check on the park.

And now that same man was looking at her in exasperation.

"Shouldn't you be in the back?" Zara asked, trying to mask her irritation. "You know, cooking."

"I'm taking a break right now," Shun said blithely. He smirked and looked back at the kitchen. "The rest of them can handle things without me for eight minutes." Even from where they were, the both of them could hear the frantic moving and chopping of ingredients from within the kitchen. It was obvious that the rest of the crew were working tirelessly in order to finish all of the orders on time. It was to be expected though, since NOBU was always full during lunch and dinner times.

"Only eight minutes?" Zara asked, confused at the number. It seemed to be oddly specific. "What happens after eight minutes?"

"I hope that you'll never find out," Shun said seriously. He turned and stared at the empty seat across from Zara. He looked at it for a bit before glancing over at the clock. His lips pursed. It was two minutes to noon. "Tch…"

"Is something wrong, Shun?" Zara followed Shun's gaze towards the clock in confusion. She didn't see the significance of it.

"Oh no," Shun replied with an obviously fake smile. He drummed his fingers on the table in irritation. "Is Grady-san not coming today, Zara-san?"

"I'm not sure," Zara huffed out at the reminder. It was almost noon and he wasn't here. She really shouldn't have bothered coming early. "He's late, after all."

Shun rose an eyebrow skeptically. Owen still had a couple of minutes to arrive. But if Zara considered Owen to be late, then he wouldn't say anything. He backed away slowly, deciding to go back to the kitchen. "Well, let me get you a drink while you wait." He excused himself and retreated back towards his sanctuary. Inwardly, he hoped that Owen would be on time.

Zara watched Shun quickly move towards the kitchen bemusedly. Once he was out of sight, she sighed and stared back at her drink. The sound of a chair dragging across the floor brought her attention back up.

"I made it!" Owen whispered proudly, trying to be mindful of the other patrons. It didn't really matter much, since the sound of the chair had already disturbed the customers that were nearby. Several shot him dirty looks, but he didn't pay them any mind.

Zara had half a mind to tell him off, but after seeing the sweat on his forehead and how he was trying not to pant, she changed her mind. It was pretty obvious that Owen had actually tried to be on time. Even if she did get here early, he did make it by noon. She sighed and waited for him to settle in.

It took him a second to carefully put his backpack down by his leg. He took a deep breath and smoothed down his shirt before turning to look back at Zara. He froze once he met her eyes.

Zara regarded him coolly with a raised eyebrow. Owen couldn't tell exactly what she was thinking right now. It was almost as if she was forcing herself to not give anything away in her expression. That was somewhat worrisome. Besides that though, she had dressed the same as she usually did. Owen felt a bit irked at that. After he had actually gone and dressed up for this, she didn't. He felt that it wouldn't be wise to point that out though. It would be better to pick a safe topic first.

"So what's wrong with you?" Owen blurted out.

Or he could be stupid, like usual. That worked.

"Excuse me?" Zara questioned frostily. He did not just say that to her after every stupid thing he had ever done since they had first met.

"Are you ok? I mean." Owen backpedaled, wincing at his callous words. "Because you seemed kind of down earlier. Or something. It was pretty hard to tell. Sorry. Want to order lunch? Let's order lunch."

Zara glared at him for a bit before cracking a small smile. "I guess we should order, now that you're finally here."

"Hey!" Owen feigned being affronted at her response. "I was right on time you know."

"It's a miracle," Zara said plainly. Her lips twitched a bit, hinting at partial amusement on her part. "It's a good thing too. After all, I saw Shun sharpening his knife earlier."

"Really?" Owen paled. That was bad. Shun usually only sharpened his knife at night to prepare for the next day. To do so during the day usually meant that he needed something to distract him from an annoyance. He really hoped that he wasn't the annoyance.

"Mhm," Zara hummed thoughtfully. "I guess you lucked out."

Anything else that could have been said was interrupted by the kitchen doors swinging open. Shun, either by luck or intuition, came out with drinks in hand. He swiftly made his way towards them and set the drinks down before leveling a stare at Owen.

"Welcome, Grady-san," Shun said enthusiastically. "I'm glad that you could make it. For a minute there, I was worried that you were going to leave Zara-san all alone."

"Why does no one trust me?" Owen asked. Both Shun and Zara opened their mouths to answer. "That was rhetorical!"

"Very well," Shun sighed. He seemed let down that he couldn't say anything in response to Owen's obvious question. "I'll send the waiter out to take your orders in a few minutes. I assume that you're both ok with that?"

They both nodded. Neither of them had even looked at the menu and right now they both needed to cool their heads.

"Good luck." Shun muttered to Owen as he walked back to the kitchen.

Owen waited until Shun was gone before looking back at Zara. "So how has your day been?"

"Fine," Zara said shortly. She picked up her menu and looked through it. She read some of the dishes aloud to herself as she tried to decide on what to get. Occasionally, she would glace up at Owen until she finally had enough and put the menu back down. "I really am fine, Owen."

"Now why don't I believe you?" Owen asked sarcastically. It was such an obvious lie it wasn't even funny. "You barely talked all day. You're wearing sunglasses inside of a restaurant. You're dressed like you're ready for work. I mean, usually you're more relaxed. Now you're like… Claire."

"Is that such a bad thing?" Zara asked, trying to deflect Owen.

"For you, it is," Owen replied. Then suddenly he remembered something else that had been nagging on his mind. "By the way, didn't you want to talk to me about something too? Why haven't you asked yet?"

Zara had to think back to remember what Owen was talking about. When she did, her eyes widened. Then they narrowed at him in suspicion.

Owen felt that maybe he should learn to keep his mouth shut.

"Oh yeah… there's something that I've been meaning to ask you," Zara said slowly. She reached into her purse to look for something. "Give me a second."

"Take your time." Owen said with a shrug. He wondered what she was going to bring up. Right when he was about to ask, he felt something move by his feet. He glanced down only to suddenly wonder if he was hallucinating.

Frost was looking up at him happily.

Owen felt his heart stop. A part of him wanted to ask Frost where Gale was, but the sound of the kitchen door swinging open again brought his attention towards it just in time to see a pale white tail pass by it before it swung shut.

"Oh…" Was all that Owen could say.

"Is there something wrong, Owen?" Zara asked, pausing from her search.

"Everything." Owen said pessimistically.

Below the table, Frost started to nuzzle against his ankle.

EXTRA

"It says here that your title is… Star Lord?" The alien asked.

"That's correct." Peter said.

"It seems like you've had several names… Andy? Owen? And now you're Peter?" The alien asked while flipping through some papers.

"Right," Peter nodded. "You see, I was called Andy when I worked at a Parks and Rec Department. And then, after that I decided to lose some weight and work out to get a job a really awesome amusement park called Jurassic World where I became an Alpha. And not that stupid kind of Alpha from Teen Wolf. I was a Velociraptor Alpha. But then some stuff happened and I decided to come back into space to be a Guardian of the Galaxy again."

"I see," The alien shuffled through some more papers before shaking his head. "And what exactly does a Guardian of the Galaxy do?"

"I have no idea what I'm doing," Perter said blatantly. "But I know that I'm doing it well."

A/N: So if a dinosaur dies or gets put down… Do you think the restaurants are allowed to cook and serve it? Because honestly, I wouldn't mind trying dino meat. Just saying. That sounds wrong… but seriously. It could taste good, maybe.

Frost is under the table. Gale is in the kitchen. Zara is sitting across from him. Shun is in the kitchen. Owen better think quickly.

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