Italicized text can represent several things (dialogue in another language, inner thoughts, flashbacks, etc.) please be aware of this and the context to better understand what is happening!

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Max sounded concerned.

Sara glanced around the busy airport terminal, "I—I don't know." She answered honestly. "I don't know." She hated how scared she sounded. She couldn't believe that after all this time, it only took Jack two days of begging her for her to agree to go to Jurassic World. All to show Masrani some pictures she had taken in the early nineties.

In truth, the last time she'd gone to therapy—nearly five years ago now—her therapist said that her holding onto the pictures was her holding onto the lessons her father taught her, and that if she ever wanted to grow past her father abandoning her, she would have to let the photos go. Sara had refused. She'd already accepted her half-brother into her life, why did she have to give up a part of her? One of those stubborn refusals that, at the time, had seemed perfectly reasonable.

Now…now she wasn't so sure.

Jack sat next to her, playing a game on his phone. But Sara knew he was listening.

"What did Malcolm say?" Max asked.

Sara scoffed, "I know you don't actually care what he said."

Max groaned, he sounded like he was lifting something, "I don't." He confirmed. "But I know you do."

Sara sighed and rubbed her forehead; she could feel a headache coming on. A twitch ran up her left leg and she winced in pain. "This is a bad idea." She told herself. "He said," Sara reached down and rubbed where the scar tissue circled around from her shin to the back of her thigh. The joint had never healed properly, running was a no go, and climbing was definitely out of the question. Sara sat back up, shaking the stray wisps of hair out of her face, "That Jurassic World is set to collapse any day now."

"Ah," Max chuckled, "Kinda like it has been for the past ten years?"

Sara could almost see the smirk on his face, "Ian's simulations haven't been wrong before." She pointed out, "Merely...off, by a few digits."

"A few digits?" Max repeated, "Try over a decade, hun." He said something away from the phone's microphone, talking to someone else.

"In a probable system of phase space, one crack in the wall could mean catastrophic failure across the board." Sara said, speaking up over Max as he groaned in that tone of voice that told her Max believed it was all a bunch of horse shit.

"Sara, Sara, Sara" Max sighed. He hated when she went all Malcolm on him. "Malcolm's models all rely on pure chance. Sure, the park may fail today, it may fail tomorrow, but it also may never fail."

"It's bound to." Sara interjected. "And it's not chance, it's looking at the behaviors of animals, humans, nature—,"

"Which Malcolm has pointed out, several times," Max griped, "That you cannot predict nature. The park is fine."

"It's doomed to fail." Sara sighed quietly, repeating what Ian had said to her the night before.

"But it hasn't." Max shot back. "Look, I know we've been keeping Jack away for his safety and your health. But you've been debating on giving up these pictures for the past year anyways." Sara took a deep breath. "And I'm happy you are finally letting them go. And I'm happy you didn't let Malcolm talk you out of this…Maybe it'll help."

"But?" Sara could sense there was a 'but' coming.

"But," Max dragged the word out, "I know how you can get sometimes. And I will be there for you in an instant if you need me. You know that right?" When Sara didn't answer immediately, he added, "Emotionally. Mentally…Physically?"

Sara's eyes widened at the sudden suggestiveness of his tone. "Maxwell Andrews." She hissed under her breath so as not to draw attention to herself. Max was laughing on the other end of the call. She waited until he had calmed down before she said, "And I know you would be…But this needs to be something I do." Wasn't that what therapy had taught her? That if she wanted to heal, she'd have to be the one to 'get the ball rolling'? Sara sighed. "Maybe I should've stayed in therapy." She thought.

"Well," Max took a deep breath, "You don't have to do it alone. But, hey, if you need me, you know I'm a call away. I can always make a field visit and meet you guys at the park."

"No." Sara shook her head, "It's fine." She glanced at Jack, "We'll be fine." Jurassic World had been open and operating with little incident for ten years now, she had no reason to be so scared. "I don't want to take you away from your work."

"Okay, well," Max didn't sound convinced, "First off, there hasn't been an emergency to respond to since the opening year, so what work?" Sara smiled. "Second, if you want me there, I can be there."

Sara took another breath. She wasn't ready for this.

"Still easing back in?" Max asked.

"Yeah." Sara admitted quietly. They'd never married, and since they were a continent apart it was sometimes hard for them to keep up any kind of chemistry. For a while they'd both tried dating other people, but Jack's needs always came first and as they got older and had more flexibility in their lives, they could afford to see each other more. Neither one was still willing to give up their dream. Sara thrived in a studious, academic world, and Max had felt the call to help people out of crisis similar to what he'd been through. But easing back into a relationship—if that's what it could even be called—was difficult. At least for Sara. She loved Max, but she also loved her independence.

"Okay. Okay." She could almost picture him nodding his head with each word. "Just…try not to punch Masrani in front of Jack, okay?" He asked.

Sara faintly smiled, "No promises."

Max chuckled, "I love you, okay? Tell Jack to have fun and that I love him, too, okay?"

Sara never got used to him saying those words. It was so strange to her that they were falling back into those old habits. She nodded, then realized he couldn't see her and said, "Yes. I will. I love you, too."

Jack couldn't hide the small jerk of his head when he heard his mother say those three words, but he quickly focused back on his game when she hung up. "Was that…dad?" he asked.

Sara nodded, "He says to have fun, and that he loves you." Jack smiled.

Sara glanced down at the backpack she'd brought. Mixed around inside with her weekend clothes, contacts, and inhaler was the photo album. "Hopefully he's not disappointed by them." She frowned. A lot of her pictures had been behind the scenes pictures, photos of the doctors, things like that. Very few were of the actual attractions of Jurassic Park.

Sara frowned and double checked her texts to Nora. Nora had reassured Sara that everything would be taken care of while she was gone, and that if she needed anything she would call. Then she saw that she had an unread message.

From: S. Masrani

I have arranged for you and your son to have VIP Wristbands for the weekend. They will be at The Hilton Hotel.

Sara didn't respond to him.

"What's it like?" Jack asked suddenly.

Sara turned to him, "What's what like?" She asked.

"The park?" Jack asked, not looking up from his game.

Sara shrugged, "I don't know." She admitted.

Jack lowered his phone, "Dad works for the park, doesn't he?" He asked. Sara nodded. "Hasn't he ever said anything before?"

Sara shook her head and shrugged halfheartedly, "We don't really talk about work that much. And Jurassic World hasn't had an incident that he's needed to respond to."

"Actually, there are rumors that the T-Rex bit off a worker's arm last month." Jack said.

"Rumors?" Sara raised an eyebrow. "You'd think something so serious would've been investigated."

"Yeah." Jack nodded, "This kid in my class, Ethan, he said that he was there, and he heard a bunch of workers talking about it."

"Well, did your dad tell you about it?" Sara shot back. A Tyrannosaurus Rex biting off someone's arm was right up Max's alley.

Jack thought for a moment, then said, "Well, Ethan's full of it anyways." He shrugged.

Sara nodded, content, and turned back to sit more comfortably in her seat. Her hip hurt like hell, but she didn't want to stand and possibly lose her seat. "God, why is it so crowded? Shouldn't these people be celebrating the holidays at home?"

"Weren't you ever curious?" Jack asked out of the blue.

"Curious?" She repeated, caught off guard. Sara thought for a moment, then shook her head. "No." She admitted, "I wasn't."

Curious? She was terrified!

"Is dad going to meet us there?" Jack asked.

"No." Sara shook her head, "He has work." She glanced at her watch. Another ten minutes before they were supposed to start boarding. "And I have to do this alone. I started this alone, I'm ending this alone." Sara's eyes glazed over as she grew lost in her thoughts.

Jack eyed her curiously, and Sara could tell he was looking at the scar on her leg. She didn't care. She'd stopped trying to hide the scar a long time ago. Jack knew what it was from. He knew everything. Sara hadn't tried to hide who she was or what she had done from him because she didn't want him finding all of that out on his own. He knew about the ninety-three, ninety-seven and oh-one incidents. He knew who his maternal grandparents were and understood why they weren't in his life. When he was younger, he'd asked her countless times to retell each story, he clung to every word. It had been hard, reliving it all nearly every day, but Sara had gone to therapy, found her calming strategies, and worked through the fear she carried with her every day.

"Now, if I could just get through this weekend, it'll be Christmas at home, and no more dinosaurs. I might finally be able to wash my hands of InGen." She thought. She wouldn't stick around for the downfall. She didn't care how advanced Jurassic World was compared to Jurassic Park. It was doomed to fail.

"Doomed, I tell you." Ian had said over the phone last night when Sara had called him in a panic. "If you would take a look at their recent numbers, you would see that a total collapse is on the horizon. I wouldn't go if I were you. The fallout of a system so suppressed, it will be catastrophic."

But there she was. In the airport, at the Jurassic World terminal which was packed. Evidently, a lot of families planned on staying at the park over winter break. Her phone buzzed a second time.

From: Nora S.

Have a safe trip ma'am. Don't forget to take pictures!

And she included a smiling emoji.

Sara scoffed, but she drummed her fingers absentmindedly on her camera bag. The netted pocket was completely shredded, the seams had been replaced, thick thread holding the whole thing together, and the zipper would always get stuck about five inches from the end, so it never fully closed anymore. The once black and red fabric had faded and there were several unidentifiable dark stains that never came out. It was the same one her father had given to her back on her eighteenth birthday. It had survived Jurassic Park and Isla Sorna twice.

It felt like a no brainer, bringing the lumpy, broken, stained camera bag with her.

Sara sent a text back thanking Nora.

"Good morning passengers," A woman's theme park-friendly voice chirped over the intercom. "At this time, we will begin boarding all first-class passengers. Passengers, please have your tickets ready. Once again, at this time, we will begin boarding all first-class passengers."

"That's us, mom!" Jack jumped up.

"Okay, okay. I'm getting up." Sara groaned as she stood, her knees creaking and popping as she swiped through her phone to pull up the tickets Masrani had sent her. Jack excitedly pulled Sara over to the line that was quickly forming around the ticket booth.

"Do you think any of the animals will recognize you?" Jack asked.

"What a morbid thing to think." Sara mumbled under her breath. She smiled politely to the worker who checked their tickets. They were all wearing the blue and silver uniforms of Jurassic World.

"Welcome aboard, Miss Webb."

Sara nodded and guided Jack ahead of her.

"Do you think they've done any experiments to test the animals' memories?" Jack asked as they walked down the jetway.

"I don't know." Sara shook her head.

"What're we gonna do first?" Jack asked excitedly.

Sara laughed, "We haven't even left the runway, kid." She tugged him to a stop as they nearly passed their seats. It was a dual seat. The two could face each other, and there was a fold down table between them. "Just take a breath and relax."

"Whoa." Jack breathed as he sat down and immediately opened their shared window.

Sara sat down with a sigh. They both put their backpacks on the floor in front of them and Sara pulled her camera bag onto her lap.

"Masrani said he left more information for us at the hotel." Sara said, "But you might want to relax while you can." Jack looked at her curiously. More and more people were piling onto the plane, the old and the young, families, couples, travel bloggers, all walks of life. "It's gonna be a long flight."

Eight hours with one stop in Houston, Texas to refuel.

"A long flight, which gives me plenty of time to change my mind." Sara thought, relaxing back in her seat.

The first half of their flight, Sara had spent a majority of looking over the new itinerary for the exhibit remodel. She'd really lucked out when she was able to look up and get in contact with Ellie. It'd been so long since they'd seen or heard from each other, they spent the first three hours of their phone call just catching up. Then, Sara proposed the new exhibit to her, a walk through the Mesozoic jungles, it would talk about the different kinds of fauna, what animals might've eaten them, how they grew, and how life would've been different if such life had been able to flourish.

Ellie was touched that Sara had reached out to her, and had, of course, offered all of her research and assistance.

The new itinerary seemed decent enough. They'd only have a week or two of cushion in case anything went wrong during the remodel, but it was still an acceptable timetable.

Sara could see Jack was growing more and more antsy as they got closer to Houston. "Is this the right thing? Bringing him along?" She wondered if she should've just asked Max to pick him up, but the poor boy had just flown in, she didn't want to make him turn right back around. "And it's not like I can keep him from the park forever." Sara sighed to herself, "Soon he'll be an adult with his own money and able to make his own choices."

No. It was better that she was going with him now than letting him go alone later. She knew the animals. She could protect him if anything happened.

"And nothing catastrophic better happen." She thought to herself, "Or Masrani will be in a world of hurt."

"The sponsors will be here tomorrow," Claire mumbled to herself as she sat in her darkened office, "But I should have a moment between them and Mr. Masrani's check-in to see the boys." Her nephews were coming tomorrow, which of course just so happened to line up with a host of other things that she had to handle.

As the senior asset manager, it was part of her job to get companies to sponsor new attractions in order to off-set some of the costs it took to create, raise, and maintain new dinosaurs. And the timing couldn't be worse. The sponsors were coming tomorrow, Mr. Masrani would be in the park to check in on the new asset, and her nephews would be coming in for the weekend.

Claire shook her head to clear her thoughts, she kept forgetting about her nephews. She wrote down a note so she could remember to leave their VIP wristbands in their room. Or have Zara do it.

"Jesus," Claire tensed up when her phone began to ring. She picked it up, half expecting to see her sister's name pop up on the screen. "Oh!" Instead, it was Mr. Masrani. She quickly answered and pressed the phone between her ear and her shoulder as she tripled checked the information she had on the sponsors that would be coming tomorrow. "Mr. Masrani, how can I help you?" She didn't bother asking why he was calling so late.

"Claire, how're you doing?" Mr. Masrani asked instead.

"I," Claire nodded, "I am doing fine, sir." Last minute calls like this always freaked her out, so she tried to keep her voice even and optimistic.

"Excellent, excellent." Mr. Masrani said, "Listen, I need to ask you a favor."

Claire paused at that, "Anything, sir."

"I finally got Sara Webb to come to the island!" Mr. Masrani suddenly exclaimed in her ear.

"O-oh!" It took Claire a second to remember who Mr. Masrani was talking about, "Congrats." She said, unsure of what her reaction should be. She grimaced and tried to remember what she'd read about the woman.

Mr. Masrani sighed heavily, relieved, "She should be coming in sometime tomorrow morning, I believe? Oh, and she'll be bringing her son."

"Sir?" Claire wasn't sure what he wanted from her.

"I want you to take the boy out into the park, show him around. I will finally have Sara on the island, I don't want her distracted." Mr. Masrani explained. "We have work to do. An hour at least."

"So do I." Claire wanted to say. "Take him?" She asked in disbelief, "Sir, I can't just—,"

"Oh, you can have Young do it, if you really need to. I just need an hour alone with Sara is all." Mr. Masrani sounded dismissive. "Please, Claire. It has taken me seventeen years to get Sara to even have a chat with me." Yes, Claire was aware.

Sara Webb was notorious amongst the directors of Jurassic World. Mr. Masrani had tried for years early on in his acquisition of InGen to get Sara Webb to help him. At first, he'd wanted her to help him set things right on Isla Nublar. Then, he wanted her endorsement. As one of the park's first guests, she had a legacy and a weight to her name. But Sara had refused. Masrani suspected Malcolm was behind it.

Now, in the past year or so, Mr. Masrani had wanted to build an exhibit that showed off the history of InGen and Isla Nublar, and he wanted Sara Webb's help. Why exactly, Claire didn't care. If Mr. Masrani wanted it, he got it. And he finally got it, by the sounds of it.

Claire took a deep breath, "Absolutely, sir." She wanted to bite her tongue off. "I will see what I can do." She pressed her knuckle to her forehead. She could feel the beginnings of a migraine coming on.

"Wonderful!" Mr. Masrani sounded pleased. "I'll be out tomorrow to check in on my new dinosaur."

"Of course, sir." Claire said automatically.

"Okay? Okay, bye bye." Mr. Masrani didn't wait for her reply to hang up.

Claire sighed and rested her head in her hands. "Sara Webb…Sara Webb…" She sat up and pulled her iPad onto her lap.

The woman had been a child at the time, barely legal, but a phenomenal photographer according to the records left by John Hammond. Claire remembered seeing the photos of her in some old InGen files that Mr. Masrani still had. Her father was some old Hollywood crackpot that she no longer affiliated herself with. She'd also been a part of the San Diego incident AND the Kirby incident. Out of all the survivors from the first park, this particular guest had seen and survived the most. How Mr. Masrani had convinced her to come, Claire would probably never know, but she did know that he had been trying to get the original park guests to Jurassic World for years.

Ian Malcolm had come once, on their six-month anniversary of being open. It had been a surprise to everyone, considering Malcolm and Mr. Masrani's mutual dislike of each other. Claire had heard rumors that Malcolm had once punched Mr. Masrani in the face for showing up at his house. Looking at pictures of the guy, Claire honestly wasn't sure the man knew how to form a fist with his hand.

But Malcolm's visit hadn't been a positive one. He'd said that no amount of knowledge gained from the first time around would prepare them for the inevitable fall of their park. "Panic induced chaos" is what he claimed would be their downfall. A need to prevent nature from existing would lead to panic and then collapse.

Neither Dr. Alan Grant, nor Dr. Ellie Sattler would even respond to calls or emails. And The Murphy Kids always refused to accept any invitations that had been extended to them.

So, that just left Sara Webb. It wasn't hard to find things about Sara online. She hadn't tried to hide who she was or where she was, which meant there were all kinds of tabloids about her, countless tweets, and even a dedicated Instagram hashtag. Though nothing she found online included her son. Claire took a deep breath and cracked her neck, ready to double down.

She would not let Mr. Masrani down.

She just had to find a way to occupy her son…and she knew nothing about him. She didn't even care for kids. She was bringing her nephews because her sister had called her in the midst of a breakdown a few weeks ago. Something about her husband and marriage, how she wanted the boys out of the house, so it wasn't so jarring, especially for the younger one. But this kid? Sara Webb's kid? She didn't even know how old he was!

Claire took another breath; she picked up her phone and dialed her assistant's number. It ran twice before she picked up, "Zara?"

"Claire?"

"I need a favor." She was already pushing it by having Zara look after her nephews while she was working, but really, what was one more kid? "Besides, Mr. Masrani had said it would only be for an hour." Claire thought.

Zara wasn't happy, but at the promise of having the weekend off, as well as an additional four days off for her upcoming wedding and honeymoon, she agreed.

Claire really did owe a lot to her secretary. Bright and early the next morning, Claire was greeted with a wake-up call from her updating her schedule.

9 AM: Meet with Sponsors

10 AM: Control Room Check-In

12 PM: Meet with Sara Webb

1 PM: Meet with Nephews

2 PM: Meet with Mr. Masrani

4 PM: Control Room Check-In

6PM: Meeting with Contractor

It was going to be a busy morning, and an even busier day, but those were the kind of days where Claire thrived. After a quick shower—Claire decided she probably had enough time to straighten her hair—and an even quicker breakfast, Claire set out to begin her day. Despite being December, the weather outside was comfortably warm. It would get hotter as the day went on.

The main attractions of Jurassic World didn't open until eight, but Claire glanced at her watch as she walked towards the innovation lab, it was eight thirty. "So that explains the swarms of people." She thought. Over seven million people a year, averaging twenty-thousand people a day, profits were starting to wear thin. She needed to sell this asset.

As she walked through the innovation lab, she spoke to herself, "Innovation, guests' enthusiasm, record profits, the asset. Innovation, guest enthusiasm, record profits, the asset." She had to hit all these marks.

She'd never failed to get a sponsorship for the park. NBC had been easy to convince with the Gyrospheres. Coca-Cola had been a no brainer. Samsung had already been in business with Masrani Global, so they had also been a no brainer. Most of the larger species on the island were sponsored by some company or another, so it had become a cautious bidding war when Jurassic World reached out with the promise of a new and exciting asset. Several of their regular sponsors had been weary when they wouldn't give them any information, but some were practically drooling at the chance of something so secretive and exciting. Verizon had won the bid to be the first pitch for the new asset.

Claire took a breath as she passed by the guest's elevator and stepped into the Jurassic World personnel elevator.

"Hal Osterly. Vice President. Jim Drucker. Bad hair. Erica Brand. Deserves better." She told herself, "Hal. Jim. Eric. Hal. Jim. Erica. And I am Claire." She looked at her watch again, "Three minutes late." She sighed. She knew this park almost like the back of her hand, and yet she was still running late. The elevator beeped and she put on a smile. Hal, Jim, and Erica were already waiting for her.

"Welcome to Jurassic World."

Introductions were quick, they'd been communicating and planning this meeting for weeks now.

"My name is Claire Dearing, I'm the senior asset manager here at Jurassic World." She stuck her hand out to Hal first. Hal was a larger man, balding, and he wore a dark navy suit with a silver tie.

"Hal Osterly." The man introduced himself as Claire stepped out of the elevator.

"Claire?" The second man took her hand next, "Jim Drucker." Claire smiled and shook his hand as well. Jim had brown hair with far too much moose in it to keep it looking fuller than it actually was. He wore a dark tanned suit with a golden tie.

"Erica Brand." The woman of the group smiled at Claire, but she could tell Erica didn't really feel anything behind her smile. She wore a silver suit jacket over a dark blue blouse and a matching silver pencil-skirt. Very fitting for Jurassic World. Each of them wore special security lanyards around their necks.

"Let's get right into it, shall we?" Claire asked, and she stepped out of the elevator and beckoned the Verizon representatives to follow her, "While year-over-year revenue continues to climb, operating costs are higher than ever. Our shareholders have been patient, but let's be honest, no one's impressed by a dinosaur anymore."

She turned a corner, walking through the lab observation hallway. On one side of the hall were the incubators, where a full-time team of staff constantly monitored the dozens of eggs inside. On the other side of the hall was where Claire thought the real magic happened. All the computers and data that kept track of what genomes and DNA worked well with what animal, as well as all the scientists and the geneticists worked on that side.

Henry Wu was always looking at ways to improve the appearance and health of the animals. It was a delicate balancing act from what she'd heard.

"Twenty years ago, de-extinction was right up there with magic." And that had been true. Claire herself couldn't believe her eyes when she first started working for Masrani years ago, but now she saw the animals as nothing more than what they actually were. Animals. "These days, kids look at a stegosaurus like an elephant from the city zoo."

She walked straight past the guests, not bothering to stop or slow down as she walked right into the lab. "That doesn't mean asset development is falling behind." She informed the sponsors, "Our DNA Excavators discover new species every year." Jurassic World had opened with eight species, most of which came from either the original park or Isla Sorna, now they were at nineteen. Soon to be unveiling twenty.

"But consumers want them bigger, louder," She scrunched up her nose as she dismissively listed off the attributes people wanted to see in dinosaurs, "more teeth. The good news?" She turned to the Verizon representatives, "Our advances in gene splicing have opened up a whole new frontier." She turned and began to walk to a series of TVs and touchscreen monitors on the wall, "We've learned more from genetics in the last decade than from a century of digging up bones." She stood beside the monitor that showed a portion of their newest assets DNA strand. "So, when you say you want to sponsor an attraction, what do you have in mind?" She asked with a smile.

She wouldn't reveal the asset if they weren't interested or committed to taking the dive.

The three representatives looked at each other, but it was ultimately Hal who spoke up, "We want to be thrilled." He put it simply.

"Don't we all?" Claire asked. It was the bite she needed. She turned and swiped at the DNA sequence; it spun around a few times before a 3D model of the dinosaur grew on the lower left-hand side of the screen.

"The Indominus Rex." Claire introduced. The representatives looked at the 3D model with wide eyes and excited smiles. "Perfect." Claire thought. "Our first genetically modified hybrid."

Jim held up his hands in front of his chest, "How did you get two dinosaurs to, you know," And he twisted his hands so that the palms were facing each other. The gesture wasn't lost on her, but Claire thankfully didn't have to explain the science to them.

"Oh, Indominus wasn't born." Dr. Henry Wu, one of the only original geneticists from Jurassic Park, stepped forward, "She was designed." He looked at the representatives as he stepped over to them, "She will be fifty feet long when fully grown." He nodded impressively to Jim, "Bigger than the T-Rex." He informed them.

They looked impressed.

Claire stepped back over to them, "Every time we've unveiled a new asset, attendance has spiked. Global news coverage, celebrity visitors, eyes of the world."

"When will she be ready?" Hal asked, he sounded totally convinced and was practically bouncing on his toes.

"She already is." Dr. Wu answered.

Decided to take a note from the source material. The Revived as well as its two sequel stories will be told from multiple perspectives (Will typically be Sara and Jack but may also include other POVs). The Photographer, The Preserver, and The Protector worked to establish Sara and her...known...history, while these next three stories will work on showing other perspectives. I just hope it doesn't make the story bounce around too much.