Disclaimer: Jurassic World and the Jurassic Park franchise are the property of Universal Studios, Michael Crichton, Steven Spielberg and Colin Trevorrow. I own nothing from this story aside from the plot.

Authors Note: Greetings readers, sorry for the late update again but February turned out a lot busier than it had any right to be, and that caused a big slowdown in my writing. Unfortunately, I will busy for the next two weeks cause of exams, so no updates for a while. I'd like to thank my friends for helping me beta this chapter and to all of my readers and reviewers, you guys are awesome!

Kyranol1: Thanks for the review and sorry for making you react that way. But if you hated the ending for the last one, you might not like this one.

UPDATE: Added line breaks during some of the POV changes. Thanks for the suggestion, Kyranol1!

Comments, criticisms and suggestions are always welcome, I always love reading them. Feel free to point out any mistakes, grammatical or otherwise.

The Pterosaur brought her high into the air before dropping her. She fell into the waiting claws of another one that gripped her by the legs.

Looking down at Main Street, she saw blue waters creep into her vision, her eyes widening in horror and a chill going down her spine as she realized where the Pterosaur was taking her.

'Not good, not good, not good.'

The phrase repeated itself over and over in her mind as she tried desperately to look for a way to free herself from its claws; she remembered the reports from the cleanup teams, of how they found Dr. Sorkin's half-digested corpse inside of a dead Tylosaur and she was determined not to meet the same fate.

Her heart raced as she tried to figure out a way to escape.

Adrenaline coursed through her veins; survival instincts kicking in as she realized she had a way of escaping.

The rifle, she could use the rifle.

Her arms screamed out in pain as she tried moving them, but one way or another, Zara managed to unsling the tranquilizer rifle from her bloodied shoulders and held it tight in her hands. The blue waters of the Mosasaur tank were looming closer and closer.

Taking a deep breath, she heaved herself backwards, then swung forwards and up, keeping the rifle tight against her shoulder and her eyes straight down the reflex sight. She only had one chance to make this shot, the thought of dying as a Mosasaur's snack made her determined not to miss.

At the apex of her swing, she let out a soft exhale and squeezed the trigger, sending a high velocity dart into the animal's neck. The effects of the tranquilizer was instantaneous and soon she felt the pterosaurs grip on her legs weaken and let go.

The British woman realized too late that in her mad dash to avoid being lunch for the Mosasaur that she was going to fall onto hard concrete.

Zara fell, and fell, cursing herself for not thinking it through.

'Really didn't think this one through, did you Young?'

As if fate itself was determined to keep her alive, a pterosaur happened to be flying under her and she landed on it. But the sheer force of her landing caused it to drop from the sky, sending the animal crashing into a store skylight.

She fell unconscious when she landed, the pterosaur managing to cushion her fall as glass rained down on both of them.

As the dust settled, Zara awoke, gasping and coughing to life. She was dazed and confused at what just occurred. Her head was pounding, her ears were ringing and pain lanced throughout her entire body. But against all the agony that her body was feeling, The British woman managed to will it to move. Sitting tiredly against a nearby wall, she looked down and saw why; a six inch long piece of glass had lodged itself in her thigh. Probably from when the pterosaur crashed into the skylight.

Gritting her teeth, she gripped the shard of glass embedded in her thigh with both of her hands. Taking quick breaths, she closed her eyes and pulled.

Hard.

Zara held back a scream as the glass was quickly and painfully pulled out of her thigh, panting for breath when it was done.

But then came another problem. With nothing left to hold back the pressure, blood gushed profusely down her leg. The British woman looked around for something to tie around her leg, to at least stem the bleeding until she could find proper medical attention.

Looking around, she found a discarded shirt and tore a scrap of cloth from it, tying it into a tourniquet.

Zara rose to her feet shakily, using the shelves around her for support. She lamented the fact the two things she did to save herself only caused more harm.

Limping slowly to the exit, she had only one of objective on her mind.

Find Claire and the boys.

Claire and Owen found the two boys huddled inside the park gift shop, Zach comforting Gray who sobbed uncontrollably next to him.

She immediately went up to the two of them, putting her arms around them, relieved that they seemed to be unharmed. The two returned the hug, Gray clinging tightly to her.

"It's ok, it's ok. You're safe now."

But when she pulled back Claire noticed that something was wrong, that there seemed to be someone missing.

"Where's Zara? Where is she? Is she safe? Please-please tell me she's safe…." Claire asked Gray, but the tearful expression on his face was enough for her to know.

Zach spoke up, "She didn't make it, Aunt Claire. Zara got picked off by a pterosaur trying to save us."

It floored her, and her heart clenched at the thought of Zara dead. Death seemed to follow Claire today, like a haunting specter that refused to leave her be and now it seemed to claim the love of her life as well.

'No, there's still a chance,' She thought to herself, 'she could still be alive. Unless we find a body, there's still a chance.'

"Owen, we can find her right?" Claire asked, turning to face the raptor handler. "She's out there, we can still find her."

Owen saw the flash of pain in her eyes, sympathizing with her loss. But all he could do was put a hand on her shoulder for comfort. "We won't stop looking for her, Claire. I promise you."

Zara lay on the ground, groaning in pain. Moving her legs only served to aggravate the wound in her thigh and she collapsed after walking only a few feet forward. She gritted her teeth together as she pushed herself up, trying to force herself to stand but her legs couldn't support her weight and soon she found herself on the ground again.

It then dawned on her; she was going to die here, alone.

Zara was never going to meet her parents again, never going to spend another day with the boys and most of all, she was never going to be with Claire again; never again waking up to find green eyes staring lovingly at her or falling asleep with soft arms circling her waist.

The thought of that broke her, tears springing to her eyes as despair consumed her.

Claire was frozen in shock, at a loss for what to do.

"Claire." Owen said, tapping her on the shoulder.

None of this was supposed to happen, Zara was supposed to keep the boys company while she was handled the Verizon executives and Mr. Masrani. She was going to meet them in time for dinner and then send the boys to their room. Then, she and Zara were going to go to their penthouse, order a bottle of champagne to celebrate the successful sponsorship negotiations and retreat to their bedroom for some more 'celebrations'.

"Claire."

The Indominus wasn't supposed to escape and Zara wasn't supposed to sacrifice herself to save the boys.

"Claire!"

Her head spun, her fingers trembled and her heart raced. She closed her eyes to try and drown out the noise around her.

"Claire, focus!"

Claire jerked her head back to look at the raptor handler.

"What?!" She asked, irritation clear on her face.

"I need to go check something out, I saw a pterosaur crash into that store across the street."

"Why? We have to get the boys to safety fir-"

"I saw someone on it," He replied.

A sudden sense of panic surged through her; could it be? Was it possible?

"Is it Zara?"

Owen shook his head, "I don't know, but it could be her."

"It's probably Zara, I have to go. I have to go now!" She said, quickly bolting out of the store.

"No, Claire, Wait, wait, wait!"

She tuned his protests out as she pushed her way through the crowd, Owen and the boys lagging far behind her.

As she reached the crash site, Claire frantically looked around for something, anything that would tell her that it was Zara. Then she heard shattering glass and rushed into the ruin.

Her heart skipped a beat when she found her; Zara was hurt.

Badly.

She immediately rushed over, calling to the other woman.

Even though her vision was fading from the blood loss, Zara could still hear someone calling out to her, someone with striking red hair and the most beautiful pair of green eyes she ever saw.

"Claire," She whispered shakily, her hand outstretched, trying to reach for her. She was so close, so agonizingly close. The British woman tried to muster as much strength as she could, being so close to Claire gave her that push she needed and she pushed herself to her feet through sheer willpower.

She limped slowly towards the redhead, her feet trembling with each step she took.

Unfortunately, willpower alone wasn't enough to overcome the multitude of injuries she received and she fell down again. But Claire quickly caught her, pulling the other woman to her feet.

"Zara, Zara?" She said, trying to get her to respond. "Come on, talk to me."

The response she received surprised her as the British woman looped her arms around Claire's neck and pulled her into a deep kiss.

All the tension of the past few hours seemed to fade as their lips moved against one another, the noise around them fading into the background until it was just the two of them showing each other how much they missed the others presence. For a moment, Zara was in disbelief that Claire was there, as if she was experience a dying dream, but when she opened her eyes the other woman was still in front of her.

The two of them pulled away from each other, panting for breath.

"Hey." Zara said, smiling.

"Hi."

"I can't believe you came." Tears were welling in her eyes. "I-I thought I was dead."

"There was no way I was leaving this island without you. Now let's take you to the clinic and get you patched up, ok?" When she didn't respond, Claire grew worried, "Zara, Zara?"

Zara tried to stay awake, trying to hang onto every word that the other woman was saying, but soon her vision started to blur and the pain was becoming too much for her.

She slumped forward, falling limply into Claire's arms.