I hope you guys like this Owen X Claire shot! I know this little nightmare has been done twice...buuuut, third times the charm!

She was alone on Isla Nublar.

It was the dead of night, the exotic jungle drowning in a vast sea of blackness and unseen forestry. The redhead was within a cage of gnarled trees and thorny branches, completely cut off from escaping the evil that was trying so desperately to murder her...just for the fun of it. Her heart felt it would burst from the way it was beating so fast, the skin on her arms and shoulder blades was cut and bleeding thanks to her attempts to scoot backwards into the thorns, and her mind desperately tried to muffle her loud whimpers.

The Indominus rex practically floated into view, it's camouflage disintegrating into it's usual pale hide. The animal's toes twitched in eagerness to stomp forward, and its hands almost looked as if they rubbing anxiously against each other. While the tail swung coldy like a pendulum, a forked purple tounge lolled out from jaws with scissor teeth and blood red eyes narrowed murderously at the young woman.

Claire felt like most prey do when cornered. She felt like a small rabbit, paralyzed under the gaze of a starving Anaconda. She felt like the fly in a spider web, just as the arachnid began crawling towards it. She felt like the gazelle right before the lion closed it's jaws around it's throat.

The Indominus somehow grinned at her, sliding the hideous tounge back into it's jaws. Then, it took a step towards her.

Claire swallowed.

Another step brought it's snout to a two foot gap between them.

The young woman sobbed, begging for anyone who could be nearby to help.

Another step, and jaws closed around her head.

"*GASP*!"

Claire sat up abruptly, her hands shooting onto the mattress to support her heavily hyperventilating body. She coughed raggedly, trying to find an even breath in herself. When she took sight of the bright rays of the sun , she sighed almost in relief. On one hand, she was happy she wasn't dead...on the other she wasn't happy for the fourth stupid nightmare in a row. Claire also sighed as she noticed her side of the bed was soaked with sweat, and the other side...

Where was Owen?

There wasn't any sign of him in the room, although it was apparent that he had left not long ago. Finding a robe to cover her nightgown, Claire stood from the bed and stretched in the same graceful way as a cat. Then she located the stairway outside of her bedroom.

"Open the' doe! Get on the flo! Everybody walk the dinosaur!"

Owen flipped the pancakes with ease, and all while doing his own made up dance. He never noticed claire making her way down the stairs, and then stifling a laugh at his odd dancing. She cleared her throat to get his attention and froze under her gaze. "...you saw all of that, didn't you?"

"I wouldnt be surprised if the whole world saw you doing the mating dance of a chicken." Claire smirked widely, making her way over to give him her morning hug. Owen returned the hug, as well as offering her a small kiss.

"It's not a mating dance...unless I attracted you."

Claire rolled her eyes sarcastically. "Attracted me into laughter."

Owen poured her a glass to drink and handed it to her. She frowned and looked at him. "Uh...I'm allergic to orange juice...remember?"

Owen paled, tossed the orange juice down the sink and got her apple juice, to which Claire smirked a little. "Someone's coin a good job at being a gentlemen."

Owen chuckled, grabbing their plates and guiding Claire to the table. They sat in front of each other, and Owen decided to start up some conversation. "Well, I hope you slept well last night. You're also a pretty big bedhog. You were all over me...not that I didn't like it."

Claire blushed from the way he said that last part, but still frowned. "Uh...yeah. It was fine."

"...what's wrong?"

When she looked up, his brow was furrowed in confusion. She turned her eyes away from his. "I...nothing."

"You had a nightmare, didn't you...?"

Claire inhaled deeply, and let out the longest sigh she'd ever had. She rubbed her face slowly with a hand, and finally looked back at him. "Yes...I-I did. For the fourth time in a row."

Owen had an indescribable look on his face. "About the park..."

"They just...feel so real sometimes." Claire lowly stated. " I feel like it's there...trying in every way to eat me."

Owen mulled over the revelation and sighed. "And you never told me this...why?"

"...I dunno. Embarrassment?"

"Well, if you've been with me this long, you should be used to embarrassment." He informed her, referring to a rather hilarious event at a resturaunt. Claire smiled slightly at him.

"Well as true as that is, I don't think you'd want a girlfriend wasn't strong..."

"That's why I date you. You're strong." He explained to her. "You are the one who led Rexy to rescue us, remember?"

"Well, how could I forget that...?" Claire frowned. Being chased by the old girl wasn't exactly better for her.

"And you protected those nephews of yours as if they were your own kids..." Owen trailed in thought. "Now that I think about it, Gray sorta looks like you?"

"Does he?" Claire wondered aloud. "I always thought I looked like Zach."

"No, he looks like his old man." Owen shook his head. "But that's not the point. The point is that I'm always here for you, and I'll think you're strong...and smart...and sexy."

"Yeah..." She smirked. "You express that with frequent kisses."

"Speaking of that, how about one right here?" He pointed to his headed cheek, and Claire rolled her eyes. He wasn't dissapointed though, for she did lean forward and peck his cheek.

"...Thank you for that, Owen."Claire nodded lovingly.

"Anything for the girl who beats the crap out of animals that attack me."