Movie: Jurassic World
Category: Post-movie (Eleven years in future)
Characters/Pairings: Zach Mitchell
Rating/Warnings: K+, minor spoilers
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's not mine.
History Repeats
He'd been sixteen during the destruction of Jurassic World. Sixteen and scarred for life. For him the dinosaurs hadn't remained on the island, they had followed and haunted him for years. He'd followed in Owen's footsteps and joined the Navy before being discharged and sent home where he did the only thing he could think of: study dinosaurs. Digging them up wasn't the same as actually seeing them, though, and that's why he hadn't turned the invitation down immediately.
"Let me get this straight." He said slowly, eyeing the people sitting in his living room. "Two parks and four disasters later you still think an island full of dinosaurs is a good idea."
"We won't make the same mistakes they did." The porky man assured. At Zach's raised eyebrows, he explained, "We plan only to use herbivores in our park. No carnivores."
"Uh-huh, sure. You say that now, but that's what they all say." Zach rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. "But soon the herbivores won't have enough wow-factor so you'll move onto the less dangerous carnivores and so on until you have another Jurassic World."
"No, no, no, no." The straight-backed woman denied. "We can't create carnivores. It's in our contracts."
He cocked his eyebrows at that and pulled himself to his feet and headed for the door.
"Well when history repeats itself don't come crying to me."
"Your brother said you'd come, though!" the final blonde woman exclaimed in annoyance.
"Gray?" Zach froze. "He agreed to help with this disaster-in-waiting?"
"He leaves for the island first thing in the morning." The blonde answered.
"Zach closed his eyes and bit back a groan before turning to face the people likely to get him killed.
"When do we leave?"