A/N: Tax season is officially over… I'm back. Yay.

At this point, Owen is still doing pretty ok. He survived the Triceratops. It a shame that he couldn't ride around in a Gyrosphere. Maybe in another chapter.

Let me know if there's other stuff that'd make sense to see or if there's anything you'd like to see happen. If it's interesting, I may do it some some form or another.

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

Team meeting tomorrow. I hope that your reports are done. – Z

Thanks. – O

Owen pocketed his cell phone and sighed irritably. After everything that had went down, finishing reports was the last thing on his mind. Still, it would be better to work his way through them than face Claire's wrath. He would just have to do it as soon as he got home.

'Speaking of home…' Owen looked off to the side at his bungalow in worry.

He had gotten home a short while ago. The sun was about to set when he had finished his shift at the Triceratops Territory. It had been Hell, doing what he had to do. Alan had once mentioned Ellie doing that way back when. He had laughed at hearing the story then, but now he realized just how… disgusting it was.

The only bright side was that Alice, the vet, came halfway through and insisted on taking over after the shit finally got sorted out.

Pun not intended.

Terry said he was going to get in touch with him later about it. Neither Terry nor Alice seemed overly concerned about it. Probably because the Triceratops was moving more before they left without any medication. It was probably, hopefully, just a passing sickness. They probably had a better idea than Owen did, since Triceratops weren't his area of expertise.

Pushing off of his bike, Owen stretched lazily before making his way towards the door.

"I'm home!" Owen called out as soon as he opened his door. His lips twitched at the fact that he had a reason to call out something like that again after so long. Of course, it would be better if he wasn't calling out to a pair of dinosaurs. Still, it was a nice change of pace.

Within seconds, he could the pitter patter of tiny feet running. Owen grinned at the sight of the Indominus Rex skidding past a corner and running towards him. His grin turned into a confused frown as they suddenly halted and let out a screech before backing away from him. They stared at him, somewhat cautiously, not moving.

"Gu-Girls?" Owen took a step forward but then stilled at seeing them move back again. "What's wrong?"

Owen wasn't honestly expecting them to respond. Honestly, he would have been really freaked out if they had. Still, he checked over them to see if they were ok. They didn't seem to be angry, just highly alert. And… sniffing? They sniffed the air once more before backing away even further.

"Ah," Owen groaned in understanding. That explained it. He sniffed himself experimentally only to recoiled in disgust. "You're… you can smell that."

Apparently the scent of a Triceratops's shit was long lasting. But… That would explain why there was no one else on the monorail when he was on it on his way back… He had thought that he was just lucky. Apparently not.

"Ok, uh," Owen hesitantly moved forward while being mindful of Frost and Gale, who were keeping away from him. He circled around them. "I'm going to go and take a shower. I'll be back." The words were probably lost to them, but he was hoping that the tone would be able to reach them.

Biting back a grin at their distrustful looks, Owen turned and went to the bathroom. He needed a shower. Badly.

Taking off his clothes, he dumped them into the corner of the bathroom. Idly, he considered burning them. That would be a pain though. He would just throw them out. He could never, ever wear those clothes again with the memories they now carried. Looking away from the reminder, he turned on the water and got into the shower.

The water poured down his back gently as Owen leaned against the side of his shower tiredly. The sensation of the hot water was soothing after all that had happened. The steam quickly filled the bathroom, and he breathed it in deeply. The lingering scent from his day at the Triceratops Territory was finally gone. He sighed in satisfaction at the sensation.

After the day Owen had just had, he needed to enjoy this while he could. Tomorrow, he would be at the team meeting. There, he would finally be able to talk to Simon and hopefully clear some things up. He wasn't sure how he would go about it, but as long as no one else was around, he figured that he would be able to make things work out. After all, Simon liked him. A lot. There was a pretty good chance that Simon wouldn't deny his request.

Sighing heavily at the thought of the upcoming meeting, Owen decided it was time to leave and turned off the water. Almost immediately, he could hear the sound of scratching on wood.

"I'll be right there!" Owen yelled, hoping they would heed his call as well as stop scratching his door. He didn't want to have to explain those marks to anyone who visited.

The scratching continued.

Owen muttered angrily as he rushed to dry himself and get into his clothes. As soon as his pants were on, he reached over and opened the door.

As soon as the door was open enough, Gale and Frost both ran inside the room and started to look around.

Owen watched them carefully as they walked around the room experimentally. They both seemed to be avoiding the toilet and tub, so he decided to just let them wander as he checked himself in the mirror. Nodding in satisfaction, he dried his hair and put on his shirt before leaving.

Behind him, Frost and Gale swiftly followed him. The novelty of the new room had apparently quickly worn off. That, or they were hungry. At seeing them run passed him to get to the kitchen, he figured that they were actually hungry. Making his way towards the fridge, he slowly opened it a bit to keep the tiny terrors from jumping inside and making a mess. He didn't really have to do that though, since his fridge was sadly bare. Owen frowned a bit at the sight. Usually, he was more of a take-out person, but now he would need to stock up on more food to keep his new guests full as long as he had them. Not for the first time, he was thankful that they were omnivores. It would be a bit hard to explain why he was getting so much meat.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he decided to grab the Yoshinoya take-out leftovers. There wasn't enough for all of them, so he decided to just give what was left to them. Luckily, he still had some sandwiches leftover too so he could tide himself over with those until he could shop tomorrow.

A sudden, sharp pain erupted by his ankle.

"Fu-!" Owen jumped back and glared at Gale.

Gale looked back at him, or more accurately, at the food in his hand. She growled hungrily at him before taking a step towards him.

"Damn it, Gale!" Owen shifted away from her. "We talked about this!" Walking passed her, he tossed the leftovers into the microwave to heat it up.

As soon as the food disappeared and the microwave turned on, Gale's attention shifted from him to the device. She chirped at it and tried to jump up onto the counter unsuccessfully. Frost just stood back and sniffed the air experimentally before making a whining-like sound that tugged at Owen's heartstrings.

"Hold off, ok?" Owen said, scratching his head nervously. He wasn't sure if dinosaurs could be patient. The Raptor Squad sure couldn't do it. Or at least, not when it came to food. That was sure to change as they got older. But for now, he hoped they would understand that food was incoming.

It seemed to work. Even after leaving the kitchen, they both stayed behind in favor of looking at the device containing their food. Although, as soon as Owen left their line of sight, Gale started to walk away.

Deciding it was safe to leave them be, Owen made his way to his computer. It had been a while since he had heard anything from Ellie. He really should be checking his email more, but it was hard after what had been going on. Especially now with the latest arrivals.

'Then again, it's not like anything is easy in this place.' Owen thought sardonically. 'If anything, it gets harder and harder thanks to all of the important information that gets withheld.'

Owen was starting to regret taking the contract. It was mainly Vic's fault though. Only Vic could manage to make something as awesome sounding as training dinosaurs suck by constantly hovering around and acting all high and mighty. That, and being a dick. He could only hope that the next person Vic hired to be his assistant would be competent like him, and not the guy they hired before him. Poor Sean…

With his computer finally on the main screen, Owen clicked on his email and checked if Ellie had emailed back. It seemed like she had. Twice, in fact. Owen stared at the screen quizzically. They were sent only minutes apart. That was a bit weird. Deciding it was nothing, he opened the first email.

Mr. Grady,

I'm glad to hear that you haven't been eaten. I'll have to regretfully decline your invitation to Jurassic World. I've been there enough for a lifetime, I feel. Perhaps we could Skype or something at some point? Please let me know soon.

Best regards,

Ellie Reiman

P.S. Be careful.

Owen reread the message again. There didn't seem to be any hidden meaning behind it. It wasn't like he could blame her for not wanting to come. He had known Alan Grant before and after he had went to Jurassic World. The change that had happened to Alan after coming here had been enormous. Curious about the second email, he opened it next.

Mr. Grady,

I'll come. Please send me the ticket. Any weekend this month is good.

Thank you,

Ellie Reiman

"Oh." Owen's eyes widened. That was unexpected. Not unpleasant, but definitely unexpected after reading her first email. She had apparently changed her mind within a matter of minutes. He wondered why, but couldn't figure out any good reason for it. Maybe something had happened. It didn't matter though. In all honesty, he was pretty happy to have her come here. He had looked up to her as well as Alan back when he was a kid. To have one of his childhood heroes come to the island where he worked was a dream come true. Now all he had to do was get a ticket for her. Hopefully Zara would be able to help him out with that.

Biting his lip in thought, he took a deep breath and typed up a reply.

Mrs. Reiman,

I'll send you a ticket as soon as I can. I'm looking forward to seeing you again.

Owen

There wasn't much else Owen could say to her. At least, not in a simple email. He would just have to wait until she came to Jurassic World to talk to her for real. He hoped she was just calling to check in on him. But something told him there was a bit more to it all. After all, she had never messaged him before.

A beeping sound broke him out of his musing. Owen got up and made his way back to the kitchen where the sight of an excited Frost staring up at the microwave greeted him.

"Wait," Owen looked around. "Where's Gale?"

Gale chirped from her stop on top of the microwave.

"Gale…" Owen tried to glare at Gale, but couldn't manage it. She looked pleased with herself as she tried to bite through the microwave to get at the food inside. He was glad that her jaw strength wasn't stronger. Although now his microwave did have a few teeth marks on it. Carefully, he reached over and grabbed Gale.

Gale squirmed within his grasp, her mouth opening and closing quickly as she tried to bite him. He had plenty of experience with holding dinosaurs while avoiding being bitten with Blue and the others though. Thankfully, all of that training was coming in handy now. He firmly placed her on the floor next to Frost.

Gale stared up at him. No, she was staring passed him at the microwave.

"I know, I know," Owen said, giving her a wry grin. "I'll give you your food. Just a second."

Owen kept watching them as he reached around to pop open the microwave. Pulling out the take-out, he broke the lid off and divided the food as evenly as he could before placing the containers on the floor for them.

Gale instantly jumped forward and started to ravenously eat the meat. Owen grabbed his sandwich and sat down on the floor between them, occasionally pushing Gale's head away when she tried to eat the styrofoam container. He doubted that eating it would kill her, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Frost ate her food leisurely, a fact that surprised Owen. Every other carnivore that he had seen ate their food quickly and haphazardly. Frost was being awfully slow. More importantly, she was focusing on rice and vegetables, unlike her sister, who was ignoring them completely.

"Different tastes?" Owen asked them, thinking out loud. "Or are you two different on the inside?" Not for the first time, he wished he knew what exactly they were made up of. He was sure that they had stuff in their DNA that was never seen before in Jurassic World. A fact that he was sure would bite him in the ass later.

As soon as Gale finished, she turned and eyes her sister's container. Owen watched carefully as she growled and stalked closer towards Frost, who had stilled at the sound of the growl.

"Stop!" Owen said firmly, staring at Gale. He stretched out a leg to place in-between the two of them.

Gale halted as soon as he spoke. She kept growling, only softer as she backed away from Owen's leg.

Frost, after seeing that Gale wasn't coming any closer, went back to eating her food. This time, she was eating a bit faster. She nibbled into the chicken, working her way through a couple of pieces in short order.

"Oh man," Owen sighed at the sight. Not even his girls were this bad. Although Echo was pretty close. "Remember, you two are family. No fighting. Or eating each other." Not the best talk he had given, but he would have to wait until they could understand him better. They seemed to understand enough, since they would stop whenever he raised his voice. He only ever needed to raise his voice when they were doing something bad. And by they, he meant Gale. Absentmindedly, he started to scratch her back in the hopes of soothing her.

Gale kept growling softly, getting softer until it was almost impossible to hear her.

Owen watched her carefully, noting that even though she seemed content, her eyes were still very alert. They were flicking around, taking in as much as they could.

"Observant little girl, huh?" Owen questioned.

At the sound of his voice, Gale turned her head to look at his. She didn't respond. Instead, she just looked up at him inquisitively.

"That's a yes." Owen muttered to himself. It was hard not to be unnerved by the look in Gale's eyes. It was a lot like Blue's. The only thing that made it freaky was that Blue was older than Gale. A baby like Gale shouldn't be able to glare like this. There must be something in her DNA that was responsible for it.

A light nip on his wrist caused Owen to wince slightly. He turned to look at Frost, who had managed to finish everything but the meat in her container and had walked over towards him. Smiling at her, he reached out to pet her. It was good to see that she was gentle. At least compared to other dinosaurs that liked meat.

Frost leaned into his touch with a slight warble.

"Geez, you're both really high maintenance." Owen said with a grin as he watched over them.

They seemed to be calm now, if only a little bit. By the way Gale was moving, she still seemed to be hungry. A quick look at Frost's bowl showed that she had left some chicken left. He half wondered if she did it because she could finish, or because she wanted her sister to have it. Deciding to go with it since Frost seemed to be done, he grabbed her bowl and put it next to Gale.

Gale sniffed it slowly, walking around it as if she were stalking her prey.

Owen watched Gale in bemusement as Frost decided to jump onto his legs and walk up them. He glanced down at Frost but them quickly turned back to Gale as she let out a sharp growl right before diving into the bowl to eat the meat.

"Gale!" Owen reached out to pull her away but stopped short to avoid her teeth.

In her hunger, Gale ate right through the styrofoam container as chomped down on the chicken.

Owen winced at the sight and decided to just leave her to it. He was pretty sure that it wouldn't kill her. Plus, he didn't want to get more bite marks on his fingers after the ones from Blue and Echo finally healed.

Within a minute, Gale had managed to finish the chicken; as well as 90% of the container it was in. As soon as she realized that there was nothing left worth eating, she gave a small yawn before lying down and closed her eyes.

Staring at Gale dumbly, Owen reach out to give her a gentle poked her back.

There was no reaction from Gale.

"Really?" Owen whispered, staring incredulously at Gale.

Deciding to just be thankful, he reached over to carefully pick Gale up. Frost jumped off of him as he slowly stood up, being careful not to jostle his cargo. Making his way towards his bed, which at this point would be more accurately to call their nest, he placed her on a partially torn up pillow before backing away out of the room. After shutting the door, he turned to see Frost walking in front of him.

"Wait," Owen turned back around to check the door. Looking back at Frost, he stared. "You're not sleeping now?"

Frost ignored him in favor of walking over to couch and jumping on it.

Following her, Owen peered over the back of the couch to see that Frost was lying walking along the edge while sniffing it in certain places. After a moment, Frost stopped and curled up near an edge.

It took a moment for Owen to realize why, but when he did he sighed in exasperation. He wasn't really upset at Frost. In honesty, he should have expected it from her given her tendencies.

Frost looked up at him and started to chirp.

"Yeah, yeah…" Owen made his way over and laid down on the couch. "I guess it's ok."

Frost stopped chirping as soon as Owen sat on the couch. After he laid down, she got up and moved a bit closer to him before curling up again.

'Aw well. I guess I'll just have to finish the reports in the morning.' Owen thought absentmindedly before falling asleep.

EXTRA

"Is something wrong here?" Claire asked as soon as she entered the control room.

"Sort of, it's hard to say," Lowery said, staring resolutely at the screen in order to avoid looking at the angry expression on Claire's face. "We're working on it."

"Oh?" Claire hummed thoughtfully and looked around the room before freezing in shock. "What?"

"Huh?" Lowery turned and looked around before seeing the same thing Claire saw. "Oh…"

"What is he doing here?" Claire asked, anger evident in her tone.

"Well… He's here to help?" Lowery said, although he had a questioning tone in his voice near the end at seeing the burning look that Claire was giving him.

"I think I figured it out!" Owen yelled excitedly from his place in the corner of the room.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Owen.

"I typed in what was wrong into the thing up here, and it says that you could have network connectivity problems." Owen said, proudly looking at everyone.

Claire turned to glare at Lowery.

"Well, at least he's trying?" Lowery said, weakly chuckling.

A/N: Well, this OMAKE was inspired from a Parks and Rec episode where Chris Pratt improvised. Best line in the show.

The next chapter will finally have Owen talking to Simon without worrying about anyone else getting in his way or getting him in trouble, probably. I wonder what happens at the meetings where they decide what the park will do next. I'm sure that Owen wouldn't normally be a part of it, but people probably want a progress update on the Velociraptors.

What do you think usually happens during the Jurassic World meetings?

Vic is pretty busy these days, as well as Dr. Wu. With what, you wonder? You'll find out. I probably should add scenes with them soon, so you have hints about it.

And, heads up, it will still take time for the Indominus Rex to meet the Velociraptors.

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