New Beginnings Chapter 4: Everything At Once, a jurassic park fanfic

New Beginnings - Chapter 4 - Everything At Once

Previously…

"The plan has started. Begin phase one…," he said. He looked up at the TV, as the footage zoomed in on the man in the cage.

"...and obtain Owen Grady."

Owen opened the white door leading to his and Claire's apartment. As he stepped in, he flipped a switch, and the corridor light flickered on. He shut the door behind him, and began walking towards the opening at the end of the hall, which led to the living room. Suddenly, he heard the thump, thump, thump of something hurrying towards him.

Clad in a black tank top and shorts, with a thin blanket draped across her arms, and frizzy red hair curling around her face, Claire appeared in the doorway. Concern washed over Owen as he noted her red, puffy eyes; she had been crying. Owen rushed towards her, his arms outstretched and ready to embrace her. But Claire took a small step back.

"Claire?"

"Owen...I had thought…," she whimpered.

"What? What's wrong?" Owen asked, confused. Then, he glanced past Claire's shoulders, into the living room. The room was dark, except for the television light. On screen, Owen saw himself, in the lion cage. Now understanding, he mentally cursed at himself. He had probably made Claire worried sick.

"Owen...what were you doing?" she questioned, her voice quivering.

"Barry and I decided to check out the local zoo after hearing about possible job openings," Owen explained quickly.

"The zoo? You really thought that was the best option for a new job?" Claire asked, raising her voice slightly.

"I saw an opportunity, and I went for it."

"The most dangerous opportunity! You were just visiting, and this happens!" Claire jestered to the TV behind her.

"It's not like I planned that! And even though it's not the safest, its the most interesting!"

"Interesting? You want interesting over your life?"

"Better than sitting in an auto shop all day fixing lifeless vehicles."

"I thought you enjoyed that."

"Yea...but as a hobby."

"A relatively safe hobby," Claire said, her voice returning to normal. Owen let out a small sigh. He knew Claire was only acting like this because she was very scared and worried. But Owen needed something else in his life other than greasy automobiles, and it was frustrating him to no end.

He recalled his experiences at Jurassic World. He had spent years upon years with his raptors, and then in a single day, he had lost them all. Sitting around all day fiddling with machines didn't fill the hole in Owen's heart. But, his love for Claire shadowed these feelings.

"If it makes you happy," Owen said, taking Claire's hand in his. Green eyes locked with blue. "I won't go back." Claire blinked. Now you've gone and done it, Claire thought to herself. She just didn't want to lose him, not after so many times where she thought she had, back at the park. But she didn't want to hold him prisoner either. Owen had done so much for her, and she needed to be there for him now.

"No, Owen...Go...Go do what you want. Don't let me hold you back," Claire decided.

"Claire…," he began.

"You better come home everyday with all your appendages accounted for," Claire smiled. Owen grinned back and pulled her into a hug. They stood like that for a while. Claire pulled away.

"Well, how about we plan our honeymoon?" Claire suggested, "I was right in the middle of it when I saw an insane man jump into a lion pit."

"Making itineraries already?"

"Oh, shut up."

"You know it's true!"

A few weeks later…

After spending years on Isla Nublar, Claire and Owen had experienced enough tropical weather to last them lifetimes. Thus, the two decided on a honeymoon destination further north. Mountaineering, ski resorts, and any other non-tropical activity.

When the two returned, Claire had gotten sick ("I think my natural habitat is behind a desk…," she had complained.). If she wasn't laying in bed, she was heaving into the toilet.

"I'm staying here," Owen said sympathetically. He was kneeling next to the bed where Claire laid on her side, groaning in pain.

"I-it's alright," she assured with a shaky voice, "You go to your interview. I'll b-be fine." Owen seemed to be rooted in place.

"Claire, I'm not going to let you puke your guts out while I'm at a zoo."

"And I'm not going to let you miss an important opportunity just because I'm sick." Claire stood up. Owen quickly got up as well, reaching out to catch her if she fell. She held out her hands, signaling him to stop. She wobbled a bit, but then remained still. "See? I'm better. Now go!" Owen protested a few more times, but Claire made it clear that she would not give up.

"Okay, I'll go. Do not hesitate to call me if something happens. I'll come right back," Owen said. The two walked to the front door. There, Owen wrapped his arms around Claire. Claire squeezed back, and nodded into his chest. They broke apart, and Owen opened the door.

"Good luck!" Claire said with a smile. "I love you."

"Love you too," Owen said, mirroring her smile. He walked out and closed the door. Immediately, Claire's smile dropped as she dashed to the bathroom, and hurled into the toilet.

Owen stepped out of the car, staring at the zoo entrance in the distance.

"Thanks for dropping me off, Barry," Owen said. Barry nodded.

"It was no problem, I was on my way to the garage anyway," Barry said, "Good luck, my friend."

"You got it." Owen watched as Barry drove off, and then started walking towards the visitor center. Upon entering, a woman, dressed in a dark brown business suit, was standing near the front desk, smoothing out her skirt. Then, she spotted Owen. Her brown eyes lit up.

"Mr. Grady?" she called. He smiled politely, and joined her.

"That would be me." The woman smiled.

"Perfect! Follow me," she commanded, walking out of the building. Owen did as told, and tailed her. "You know, all my coworkers saw that footage of you in that lion cage."

"Really?" Owen didn't recall them finding out his name. Eh, probably revealed myself in a stupid slip up.

"Yes! We were all wondering how you accomplished that incredible feat."

"Sorry, trade secrets," Owen joked.

"Trade...secrets?" the woman repeated. She stopped in her tracks. "What kind of trade?"

"Haha, it's classified," Owen continued to banter, hoping to get out of this conversation. The woman turned around, a smirk plastered on her face.

"Hm, wrong answer, Owen," she said. Before he could react, he felt something slam into his head. Hard. He fell, cradling the side of his head. Shit, was Owen's last thought before the world around him disappeared into darkness.

Claire sat in a dining room chair with a notepad sitting in front of her. She had written down all her symptoms; she was going to find out what exactly was wrong with her. When her list was finished, she pulled out her laptop, and searched for any illnesses that correlated with her symptoms.

After, what seemed like hours, searching, she had only one answer that strongly sounded like her current sickness. But, there was only one way to find out for sure. Claire dressed herself, and walked out the door.

"Mr. Grady?" A faint voice called. Owen slowly opened his eyes. Leaning over him was a very familiar face. Owen shot up, and back away from the man standing next the bed. Owen nearly spat out the name.

"Dr. Wu."

What am I going to do?! Claire thought frantically. She was currently sitting on the bathroom floor, hastily opened boxes and little pink sticks strewn about her. It's real. The evidence was in the litter around her. Claire gathered herself off the floor. When she reached the bedroom, she snatched her phone off the nightstand. She punched in Owen's number, and hit the green call button.

RING!

You've reached the voicemail of (XXX-XXXX). Please leave a message after the tone. BEEP!

"Owen, please come home as soon as you can! I really need you right now," Claire almost wept into the phone. For the next few hours, she kept calling him, and had probably left a thousand messages. But he wasn't picking up. Now on top of her sickness, worry gripped her heart. Where is Owen?! She need someone to talk to. Someone to tell; someone who could help her.

Claire scrolled through the contacts on her phone. Nearly all of them were old coworkers from the park. Claire almost gave up hope, until she reached a certain number. Thinking about it, Claire knew this was the best choice. She clicked the green call button.

RING!

"Hello?"

"Oh thank God," Claire cried in relief.

"Claire? Is that you? What's wrong?" Claire drew in a shaky breath. She had to admit it; she had to admit what was going to happen to her.

"Karen," she said softly, "I think I'm pregnant."

a/n: yup.

thanks for all the reviews, story favorites and story follows (for like the millionth time :p) ill try to update asap. :)