A/N: And now we're at the next part. Owen is actually going to do some work.

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The passing scenery sped by as Owen stared out the window of the monorail. Around him, people were talking and texting without a care in the world. Owen had to envy them. For them, Jurassic World was a vacation spot. For him, it was a work place. Even if the scenery was pretty and the weather was almost always perfect, a work place was still a work place. On the plus side, he didn't have to wear a name tag or a uniform since he is a contract worker so no one was bugging him with questions or anything.

The monorail slowed to a stop. Looking outside, Owen noted that he was now one stop away from the Triceratops Territory. At this point, most of the other passengers left. It was plain to see why. This was the area with where people could get and ride in Gyrospheres. He could see several of them in the field from here, with three times as many people waiting in line. Owen stared carefully at them. Even though he knew they were made tough, he couldn't help but feel that the dinosaurs could figure out how to break them eventually. He didn't share those thoughts though, because everyone was certain nothing could go wrong. The chances were low apparently, since everything in this area had a low threat level. Still, Owen had never seen a wild animal that wouldn't act aggressively when seemingly threatened.

The sound of a baby crying made him cringe. He really didn't like riding the monorail. It was for too stuffy for his tastes. However, at the same time, he was too worn out to ride his bike. After the outing with Zara, he had left almost immediately in order to get Frost and Gale out of sight. Luckily, they were apparently tired from overeating. Although that was more Gale's problem that Frost's. Still, after seeing that Gale had eaten, Owen had felt bad for Frost and bought her some food too. Unlike Gale, who preferred sushi, Frost seemed to prefer dumplings. It had been tough, keeping Zara from noticing the food he had ordered was being stealthily placed into his bag instead of his mouth, but he had managed.

Owen's reminiscence ended as the monorail slowed to a stop. He swiftly got up and exited the monorail before anyone else even had the chance to get up out of their seats. Taking a quick side-step, he moved to the side to let the other passengers pass him by while he looked around. This area was crowded, as usual. Well, most places in the park were. But this place and Rexy's place were always the most packed. After the T-Rex, the Triceratops are the most well-known dinosaur to people. And here, you could actually be close to them unlike with the T-Rex. Not that anyone would ever want to be close to Rexy though. Owen made a point to stay away from there after a certain mishap that had happened back when he was still new to the park.

Shoving those thoughts aside, Owen started to walk towards the area where he was supposed to meet the handlers for the Triceratops. Along the way, a few more Gyrospheres rolled by along the fence. Owen didn't pay them any mind. Instead, he kept a careful eye on the dinosaurs. There was a herd of Triceratops grazing close by. A few glanced his way, and Owen stepped back a bit. He wasn't sure how good their noses were, but he didn't want to find out. They may try to charge him regardless of the fence if they could smell the Velociraptor scent on him. Luckily, they didn't appear to see him as a threat. Either that or they just didn't care. Triceratops were known to be lazy, after all.

Owen was sure that he would get along with them.

"Hey!" A voice called out to him.

Owen looked around.

"Up here!" The voice said.

Owen looked up and stared.

The trees, like the dinosaurs, were almost all huge in Jurassic World. And in this particular tree, there was a man sitting on a pretty thick branch. Owen was surprised that he didn't notice the guy sooner. He must have been out of practice. Then again, the man was wearing camo colors and was really high up. It wasn't full on hunting gear, but it did the trick. As Owen watched, the man swiftly climbed down and before long was running up towards him. Owen noted, somewhat impressed, that the guy didn't even look winded.

"Hello," The man extended his hand while smiling brightly. "My name is Terrence. You can call me Terry though. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Hi," Owen shook his hand. Giving him a quick glance, Owen noted right away that Terry was the athletic type. Not quite the fighting type that he was used to seeing around the park. Yet despite that, Terry did appear to have a knife and a gun attached to his waist. That was smart. This guy was at least competent. Any other handler or help that Owen had met that dealt with herbivores never carried weapons. "I'm Owen. It's nice to meet you too."

"So I heard from Claire that you will be helping us out today." Terry said conversationally.

"Uh, yeah." Owen nodded while thinking back to when he had found that out.

FLASHBACK

"You're doing absolutely nothing productive here." Claire said, glaring at Owen.

"Huh?" Owen glanced up from his spot on his hammock to stare at Claire cluelessly.

"You're going to go and help out the Triceratops handlers today." Claire said firmly.

"What?" Owen asked.

And then she left.

'Bitch.' Owen thought.

Owen was just lucky that Frost and Gale hadn't been around. He did not want to see Claire's reaction to them being at his bungalow. Thankfully, they had been asleep at the time. It was the only reason he had decided to go outside and relax in his hammock. Well, that and they had taken over his bed. Again. One of these days, he would need to take it back. And he would, without a doubt.

"Well I'm glad to have you here," Terry said, turning to head towards the gate. "Welcome to the Triceratops Territory. Have you been here before?"

"Only during my welcome tour to the island," Owen admitted sheepishly. After the introduction to the park, he had mainly just stayed in his bungalow and in the main building with the Velociraptors. He rarely had time to do much else. When he did have spare time, he would rather rest or go out to eat and hang out than explore. "I've been busy."

"So I've heard," Terry nodded. "The infamous Velociraptor handler. People have high hopes for you. If those monsters can be tamed, it'll be a game changer."

"Monsters?" Owen questioned.

"You've seen the videos of the old ones, haven't you?" Terry asked, not looking at Owen.

Owen had. He knew how dangerous and efficient the Velociraptors could be. That didn't mean they needed to be labeled as monsters though.

"Well, luckily for us, the dinosaurs here are less… bitey." Terry glanced down at Owen's hand as he spoke.

"Joy," Owen said blandly, trying to resist the urge to flex his fingers. Despite being mostly healed, they still hurt a bit when he moved them. "They seem more inclined to stab though." He gestured needlessly towards the giant horns.

"Only if you disturb them or make them feel threatened," Terry confessed readily. "But our job doesn't have us doing anything like that. Today, we're checking in on them and making sure that they're all ok. You know, eating right and not being sick. That sort of thing."

"Gotcha," Owen glanced at the monitor as Terry input the code to open the gate. As soon as it open, they both ran in. Seconds later, the gate slammed shut again. It was necessary for it to open and close fast to ensure nothing would run out or in. It was a pain, but it worked so it was still in effect. "Sounds easy enough."

"Now in case you aren't aware, the Gyrospehere's aren't limited to just this area," Terry explained as he pointed some out in the distance. "They actually can cover most of this half of the island. The range goes all the way to the Cretaceous Cruise."

"That's pretty far," Owen remarked, recalling being in that area before when on the Metriacanthosaurus hunt. "Is that safe?"

"It's safer than one would think," Terry pointed towards the fence. "There are real fences and invisible fences to keep the dinosaurs, meat eaters and plant eaters, where they should be. It's part of the reason why we can be standing where we are now."

"Well that's a relief." Owen muttered, still not convinced.

"Oh," Terry stopped and pulled off his backpack. "That reminds me."

"Of what?" Owen asked, confused at seeing a spray bottle being pulled out of the backpack.

"You're going to need this." Terry pointed the spray bottle at Owen.

"Wait!" Owen jumped back. "First, you're going to tell me what the Hell is in that thing."

"Essence de Triceratops." Terry said proudly.

"No." Owen replied resolutely.

"It will help ensure that they won't attack you," Terry explained. He pointed the nozzle at himself and sprayed. "See? It's harmless."

"What exactly is in it?" Owen questioned, staring at the spray bottle distrustfully.

"You're better off not knowing." Terry said, wincing.

"Then I definitely want that nowhere near me." Owen backed away some more.

"It will help you not be attacked," Terry reiterated. "Really, no one who has been wearing this scent has ever been attacked."

"Has anyone ever been in this area before without that scent?" Owen asked.

"Well, no…" Terry admitted.

"I think I'll take my chances." Owen said.

"Fine," Terry shrugged and started to put the bottle away. "It'll be your funeral, not mine."

"Hey," Owen stopped Terry right before he put it away. "But just in case, let me hold onto that spray bottle."

"Here you go," Terry handed it to Owen while smirking. "Don't lose it."

"Yeah, yeah…" Owen muttered while shoving it into his own backpack. "Let's just go get this over with."

Any misgivings Owen had about Jurassic World tended to disappear when he wasn't around people. The scenery, once one was away from the industrial portion of the park, was always spectacular. And the dinosaurs were almost all gentle and kind. Honestly, Owen couldn't imagine any of them being used as weapons. Unfortunately, that was all that seemed to be on Vic's mind. Still, as he gazed at the grazing Triceratops, he just couldn't picture it happening at all.

"We'll split up here," Terry said once they were close enough to the Triceratops. He looked around a bit before nodding in satisfaction. "You go left while I go right. We'll circle around the herd."

"Got it." Owen nodded. As soon as Terry turned and started to walk away, Owen pulled out the spray bottle and sprayed himself. Better to be safe than sorry. He had to fight not to gag and vomit at the smell. It was definitely pure Triceratops essence alright. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought it was pee. He really hoped it wasn't actually pee.

Deciding to ignore everything else, Owen focused on the herd. None of them were paying him any attention. Wanting to keep it that way, he got down on the ground and started to slowly advance. Keeping a safe distance, he made his way around them. There didn't appear to be anything wrong or noteworthy from what he could see. Then again, he didn't quite know normal Triceratops behavior besides the basics.

Sighing quietly at how unfair and boring this was, Owen trudged on through the grass softly. The heat was starting to annoy him. But at the very least, it was silent.

A few Gyrospheres were hanging around. Luckily, none of them were too close. Like Owen, they probably didn't want to be too close to the business end of the Triceratops.

Slowly but surely, Owen managed to make his way around them without any issues. He was so engrossed with making sure no Triceratops got too close to him, he didn't notice a figure creeping up on him until he ran into its legs.

Owen fought not to yell as he rolled to the side in the hopes of not being stepped on or eaten by whatever he had run into.

A sound of muffled laughter caused Owen to stop rolling and to look up at what he had run into.

Terry was standing there trying not to roll over with laughter. "What the Hell do you think you're doing, Owen?"

"What?" Owen stayed lying down on the ground. Glancing nervously at the herd, he gestured to Terry to get down. "I'm trying not to be seen, jackass! Now get down before they notice you."

"Owen," Terry said seriously, still trying not to laugh. "I could walk over and touch one and nothing would happen."

"What?" Owen balked at the thought of that. All dinosaurs were dangerous. There were no exceptions.

"In fact, they love getting scratched behind their shield-like frills," Terry rolled his eyes at Owen's disbelieving stare. "You're only in trouble if you agitate them. It's only the meat eaters that you have to avoid. And there are none in this area."

"So I'm on the ground for no reason at all?" Owen asked, wanting clarification.

"Yup." Terry nodded.

"Ugh," Owen slowly got up, keeping an eye on the herd. Several of them looked at him briefly before turning away. Owen clicked his tongue in annoyance. It looked like they really didn't care that much. "Well that sucks."

"So did you see anything wrong on this side?" Terry asked after Owen finally got up.

"Not really," Owen said, looking around again. "Honestly, everything seems pretty normal."

"Yeah, well there was one thing wrong on the other side," Terry said grimly. He turned and motioned for Owen to follow. "Let's go and check it out."

"Shouldn't we call for back-up?" Owen asked, following behind Terry closely.

"Nah," Terry shrugged and gestured around. "This area is pretty safe. Besides, the Triceratops rarely get agitated. They have one of the lowest threat levels on the island for a reason. Plus, the only people we may need to call is a Vet. But that'll only happen if it appears to be a major issue."

"A major issue?" Owen asked, not liking the sound of that.

"Like poisoning or something," Terry clarified. "Besides stuff that bad, we're supposed to handle it ourselves."

"Seems like we should call the Vet either way," Owen looked around to see if he could see the Triceratops that needed help. He couldn't see anything out of the ordinary though. "Is there something I missed?"

"Oh no," Terry pointed away from the herd. "This one is away from the herd. If we're lucky, it's just a passing sickness. Back to your earlier comment though; we're trained to handle them and take care of them. We'll call the Vet, but we can't just sit here doing nothing before the Vet gets here. And, well, she'll be mad if we don't try to help before she gets here."

"Oh," Owen had a bad feeling about the Vet now. "One of those types."

"She's as good as helping people as she is at hurting them." Terry said solemnly.

"So I guess this is the one?" Owen asked unnecessarily.

The Triceratops was lying on its side and was sweating a lot despite being under the shade of a tree. It was close enough to the herd to be seen but far enough away to not affect the rest of them.

Owen looked at it sympathetically. Reaching over, he decided to test out what Terry said earlier and scratch the beast behind it's frill.

The Triceratops shuddered a bit and sighed. Owen had to smile at the reaction. It sounded like a happy sigh. That was a good reaction. Maybe it wasn't as sick as they had feared.

"So do you know how to give a sick dinosaur a checkup, Owen?" Terry asked, suspiciously upbeat about what was going on.

"Uh, no…" Owen said, watching the sick behemoth in front of them carefully for any sudden movements.

"Well, we're going to have to go dig through that for starters." Terry gestured in a direction as he started pulling a couple pairs of gloves out of his backpack.

Owen turned with trepidation in the direction Terry pointed out.

"Shit." Owen said aptly at seeing the large pile of actual shit in the distance.

EXTRA

"We need a plan for the next Jurassic World attraction." Claire said.

Everyone in the boardroom contemplated silently before a few people decided to speak up.

"More teeth!" Lowery said.

"A hybrid!" Vic said.

"How about something that can't kill us all?" Owen asked.

Claire glared at Owen.

Owen stared back cluelessly.

A moment later, Claire threw Owen out of the window.

A/N: Did you like the EXTRA? If you don't recognize it, it's the boardroom meeting meme. I posted the actual meme on my tumblr.

I think I'm going to end Owen's day with Terry here and have him hear back later about what was going on with the Triceratops. The Raptor Squad needs to reappear either in the next chapter or the one after it.

Is there anything specific you want to see happening in this story? Thus far, I have the ending planned out. What happens on the way there is up in the air. Normal park stuff is a thing. Stuff going on behind the scenes is another. Including characters from the first three movies is probably happening too somewhere down the line. A time skip is possible. But yeah, details to be worked on later.

Food for thought. What would happen if Frost and Gale met the dinosaurs in the Gentle Giants Petting Zoo? You'll find out.

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