Owen awoke one morning a few days after Blue made it damn clear that she no longer trusted him. He sat up in his bed, running his hands over his face, feeling the roughness of his jaw. He hadn't shaved for several days. He also felt like crap; his head ached and his mouth was disgustingly dry. Normally, Grady was not a heavy drinker, even though he had more than his fair share of horrific hangovers and blurred nights, he wasn't constantly getting drunk.

This time, the bar looked so beckoning, he couldn't resist the call. It was all the stress, of either finding Blue or not, her getting shot, and now this dilemma; trust issues. For one thing, he couldn't exactly blame her. Owen heaved himself up to get cleaned up.

Once he didn't smell like a distillery and didn't feel like a herd of apatasaurus babies weren't running around in his head, he headed slowly out towards the recovery paddock. To get to the pen, one would have to go through a long hall with floor-to-ceiling observation windows on the side looking out into the tree-covered pen. Right now, Owen couldn't find his girl, but he was sure she was closer than he thought, watching him through the thick, tempered glass.

When Owen got out into the yard, he noticed Barry was already there. The man, for once did not have that cheerfulness about him. He looked solemn.

"Hey," Owen greeted quietly, "How's Blue...?"

Barry Sy shook his head. "She won't trust me either."

Owen nodded gravely. "It's not like she's gonna forget someone shooting her, y'know. It's gonna be a long, and very slow process, Barry." He looked back out into the paddock. There was a sun-filled clearing in the middle, barely visible through the trees, but Grady saw movement. Blue.

She ambled to the clearing and lay down, her movements were slower, stiffer than normal, but she seemed to be getting better.

Owen was thankful for that.

The velociraptor turned her head towards the two men with a knowing look in those emerald eyes. She was only just visible now.

She let out a warning growl.

Barry shook his head and patted Owen's shoulder, going off to leave him alone with his girl.

It hurt him too. Along with Owen, Barry had been there too. Since the beginning, with Delta, Echo, Charlie and Blue. They were his girls too.

Five years worth of trust and training could not be gone after this could it?

Owen felt hopeless.

Like five years of his dedication was gone, just like that.

"I'm not giving up on us Blue." he assured softly.

Blue watched Alpha interestedly.

Well, he was Alpha still.

But not hers.

He was not the alpha she knew anymore. She growled to herself and lay down her head to sleep. Her chest was hurting again.

Owen returned to his quarters after that, where he stayed for several hours. He considered what would have to be done. He'd have to make some sort of progress if he wanted to keep Blue. Owen shuddered to think of what would happen should the government decided that this was too risky, and destroyed all surviving evidence of the disaster of Jurassic World, thus possibly destroying Isla Nublar itself. Destroying a lifetime of work, a dream, a dream by the late-great John Hammond.

While Owen could not deny that Jurassic World was a disaster waiting to happen, something that Jurassic Park had demonstrated over twenty years ago, it was still something amazing.

Even so, Jurassic World had shown the world their ability to contain and control, they'd created a perfect theme park. It was as splendid as Disneyworld, and had the appeal and even took in more customers that the iconic Disney. It was a hit single.

But it burnt out. The public wanted...more teeth.

So the scientists, that blasted Dr. Wu (who was still missing by the way) had to come up with something more.

Indominus Rex.

An abomination.

A monster.

A masterpiece.

Owen had felt sick.

The poor creature had been isolated.

So when she finally got free, she killed.

Owen couldn't blame her for that.

But the point was, that the park was too ambitious. As Hammond had been when he wanted Jurassic Park. Like Hammond, they ignored the warnings, the signs of overflow. They got greedy.

And now...look what they'd done.

Owen punched a wall.

He cursed and strode back to the pen, grabbing a cattle prod and Barry. He gave Barry the instructions to save his ass should Blue decide she'd had enough of him.

Barry did not look happy. "This is crazy, Owen. Even for you!"
"Nah. S'all good. I know what I'm doing, Barry." Owen hopped down into the pen, making sure he still had the clicker. The trainer stayed close to the walls, painfully aware of the fact that he was in the turf of a hunter, a predator, a perfect killing machine. This territory was not his own to command.

He heard a rustle to his right.

Blue must be...no.

Years of training, observing, getting to know these animals, something didn't make it hard to imagine the raptor right in front of him, watching him...It made Grady nervous, but that was not something he'd let show. Not now. Not ever.

The gloominess made it worse.

He reached in his pocket for the handheld thermal sensor. He clicked it on and immediately a very soft pinging was heard. It was fast.

So she was right in front of him.

"Blue."

Answering growl.

An emerald eye shone in the gloom, there was a light behind him, and one shining into the pen.

But nothing much close to the clearing that he'd found himself in. The raptor moved out of the brush segment, bird-like in her manner.

But there was something very un-birdlike about the look in her eyes.

These were not the eyes of his girl.

This was not the Blue he knew. Not his beta.

Owen stood his ground, clicker at the ready, he did not break eye contact.

He did not show any weakness.

Jack London showed the respect the Wild demanded in his novels.

He showed the majesty of a wild thing.

But never, never in a history had anyone been able to convey the unmistakable beauty in a Velociraptor, the predatory gaze, hunger. Akin to a lion or wild cat, there was something one might call soul there too. But respect was demanded.

Respect that, yes, she could tear you limb from limb, disembowel you with one flick of those devastating claws. Owen knew this and didn't take his eyes off her.

Her attention wavered.

She noticed Barry.

Clickclickclick.

"Ah-ah! Blue. Eyes on me." Owen insisted firmly.

Blue advanced, turning her gaze back to Owen, gathering herself...what was she...?

"No," Owen moved quickly just as she sprang. He rolled hard out of the way, but not before receiving a gash on his arm from a claw.

It stung and was dripping blood.

"Owen!" Barry shouted, readying to use the prod.

"Nononono!" Owen yelped, "Don't!"

Barry stopped.

Grady scrambled to his feet. Blue stood about a yard and a half away, head low, panting heavily. Her wound was still bothering her. For Grady that was probably what saved his life.

"Eyes on me."

Blue looked at him.

"Good."
Growl.

It was a start.

AN- Hey peeps. Me again. Sooo. Here we are for chapter three! What do you think? Anyways, I might not be able to update as much. My laptop, Moaning Myrtle died..._ Sooo, yeah. I managed to get this saved on a flashdrive before she bit the dust, so, here's the third.

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