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deliriousgeek · 4 years

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She’s The Alpha (Owen Grady x reader) .9

Here’s chapter nine lovelies! Sorry that it took so long to finish, but it’s here! Also, idk if anyone pays attention to the lore or actual timeline of the Jurassic World franchise but in case anyone does, I will not be following that timeline. The events in this series will be different from that of the actual canon series. There are probably typos since I wanted to get this out to you guys as soon as possible so I heavily apologize for that. Any who, enjoy!

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Warnings: fluff?

The synthetic, white light illuminated the creation lab in a haze. No computers beeped and no screens flashed. The few movements in the room belonged to the lights flickering off in the nocturnal specimen containers, slowly rousing them from their day time slumber. The sun had set outside, but there were no windows in the lab and so the white overhanging lights gave no indication that any time had passed at all. If one stood quietly in the middle of the room, they could hear the wake up songs of croaking frogs and tweeting good nights from birds, each in their respective containers. One could look around and see the blinking eyes of lizards and watch as a lone paleontologist observed a substance as it dripped into a beaker.

Yn’s eyes narrowed as she watched the amber toned liquid flow through the tube. Millions of years in development, 10 years of research, and a grueling year’s worth of testing flowed into a glass beaker. The action itself seemed too underwhelming for the labor and effort put into it. Her studies in Jurassic World would finally come to fruition if this one test worked. After tweaking experiments and hypotheses, it would all rely on this serum.

It all relied upon the inspection of this serum. One look under a microscope was all she needed to confirm her suspensions. Due to staring at the beaker Yn failed to hear approaching footsteps outside of the laboratory doors. It wasn't until three raps on the glass door disturbed the incessant sound of dripping liquid, did she notice she wasn't alone.

"Uh, should I leave you with the beaker or should I go?"

Letting out a chuff Yn swiveled her chair to face the door.

"Sorry Owen, I didn't hear you come in."

He rolled his eyes and leaned against the door frame. A brown, paper sandwich bag with the Jurassic World logo printed on it was in his hands. He lifted a brow and impishly smiled. "Yn you're working too hard again. Do you know what time it is?"

Blinking her eyes and readjusting to turning so fast, Yn rested her hands on her knees and leaned back. Eyes flicking to the clock she sighed.

The clock face stared back at her and read 10:30 pm.

"Damn."

Letting out a relinquished sigh as her hand slid down her face. For the past year Yn had been working as a paleogeneticist for Jurassic World. After her first initial visit to the park, which went smoothly, she returned home and endorsed Jurassic World. Shortly after the endorsement was published Jurassic World attendance skyrocketed. Mr. Masrani had reached out to Yn once more, but this time with a job offer. His hooking line that convinced her to leave the traditional paleontology world was “You won’t have to study dried out and dusty fossils. Instead you’ll be able to work with them in the flesh.” With an offer such as that, she couldn’t say no. Yn was elated when she had finally made her decision. However, her joy did not extend to her father, or any of her other extended family. Each shared their concerns and worries, much like the first time she traveled to the park, but once again they were met with Yn’s hard researched evidence on the park’s safety and personal confirmation that she would be fine. After that, they couldn’t say no. Three weeks later she was hugging her father goodbye and hopping on a private helicopter to Jurassic World. This time she was taken to the Hammond creation lab not as an endorser, but as a respected colleague.

Now, Yn was on the brink of connecting something big, something that would revolutionize everything the world knew about dinosaurs.

“Yeah, ‘damn’ is right. Now, are you going to stay locked up here all night or join me for a couple beers?”

Yn smiled at Owen’s offer, but she knew her answer. “I’d love to, Owen, but I really need to finish this. I’ll be outta here soon. Don’t worry about me.”

This time Owen’s eyes slightly narrowed and his arms crossed, “You’ve been working late like this for the past month. What are you working on anyway?” He inquired as if trying to figure out what the purpose of the experiment was by analyzing the liquid.

“Just confirming some stuff Dr. Wu theorized. With the late nights I’ve been pulling, I’ve actually gotten a lot further than what I expected.”

“Hmm.” Owen stepped back and let the paper bag drop to his side. “Well that’s great. Uh, okay well. I guess I’ll be off then. Want me to leave you a beer?”

A laugh escaped Yn’s lips. “Nah. If someone came in and saw it I’d be immediately fired.” She was about to end the conversation there when a thought came to mind, “but if you’re still awake in say, about an hour? Would you still be down to share a beer and a late dinner?”

Hearing her suggestion Owen perked up. “Sure, I’ll be up. Meet at my place?”

Yn nodded. “Yep.”

Turning on his heel with a slight jump to his step he shouted down the hallway, “See you then!”

Yn shook her head with a fond chuckle. She could always count on Owen to cheer her up. Or remind her when it was time to go home. With a made up resolve that she had done enough for the night, Yn began to clean up the lab and head to Owen’s trailer.

The test tubes were cleaned and put away to dry. All the tools she used were put back in their respective places. Now all that was left to do was save the research she had completed. Yn sat down in front of the computer, typing in the last details into the report. Then with a few clicks the file “Indo.Genome.2” was saved.

With a satisfied sigh Yn closed up the lab and began her journey to Owen’s trailer. Upon arriving and exiting her car, Yn smiled. “Did I miss a celebration?” She observed the strings of light that hung across the open space between Owen’s trailer and the trees. A table set for two sat in the middle of it all. Owen occupied one chair, grinning with a teasing smile.

“Oh no, you didn’t miss anything.”

“Then what’s all this?” Yn gestured to the lights as she took her spot across from Owen.

He reached for his beer bottle and shrugged. “Can’t a man do something nice for his friend?”

Yn laughed. “You can, but you usually don’t decorate unless we’re celebrating something.” She mused.

Placing the bottle down his teasing resolve softened. If Yn didn’t know any better she would think he looked sheepish. Owen didn’t answer after a few seconds so Yn took that as her cue to drop the interrogation.

“Got a bottle opener?”

“Oh right.”

Owen took the bottle from Yn and opened it, handing it back to her.

“Thanks.”

Yn took a sip and sighed. She always preferred Owen’s place to hangout over hers. Yn looked out into the lake. It’s inky black surface reflected the white light of the moon. The lake was beautiful and quiet, encompassed by local foliage and the soothing noises of the jungle.

Contrary to her condo in the park that was surrounded by late night bar attendees and bustling guests. It was peaceful here. She enjoyed that.

Observing Yn take a sip of her beer and see her shoulders visibly relax gave Owen a sense of triumph. A few minutes of silence passed between them as they observed the lake before Owen spoke up.

“Actually n/n, there is a reason for setting this all up.”

Switching her attention from the lake to him Yn turned. “Oh?”

“Yeah, uh,” He had a little trouble finding his words. “Actually uh, I’ve noticed the way you’ve been acting the past two months.”

Yn tilted her head in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Leaning back into the patio chair Owen spoke. “Every time I’ve come to check on you, I find that you haven’t eaten. You’re the first person at work and the last one to leave. I hardly see you during our lunch break. To top it off you stopped coming by the paddock at the beginning of the month. The first couple times I noticed these changes I didn’t say anything, but now seeing as nothing’s changed I’m a little worried.”

Yn stared back at Owen with wide eyes and a mouth slightly gaping. Hearing all the differences in her routine surprised her. Had it really been that bad? Taking in a breath at her realization Yn reclined into her chair. What made it worse was that she had made Owen worry and fret over her. Now it made sense that he would check on her late at night in the lab every so often. He was worried about her well being.

Taken aback Yn replied, “Wow. I’m sorry Owen. I didn’t mean to worry you. Honestly, I’m okay. I’ve just been really distracted with this project.”

“That’s the thing Yn. I know how much of a workaholic you are, but this is a new level.” Owen stated, a little displeased.

A chuckle came out of Yn. “It’s not that bad.”

“Oh really?” Owen dead panned. “When was the last time you got a full eight hours of sleep?”

Yn quirked a brow. “Oh please. I got a full eight hours of sleep just last,” Her brows knitted. “Last,” Her memory must’ve been foggy because she specifically remembered that on- “Last..” Huh. She couldn’t remember. “I don’t know.” She replied.

“Exactly.” Now Owen’s brows tightened. “Why are you working yourself so hard?”

“Psh Owen it’s not that bad! I’m seriously okay-”

“Yn.” Owen’s tone held no room for rebuttal. His shoulders tensed and face hardened, then his posture loosened. “Are you sure you’re okay? The last time you threw yourself into your work something bad happened. I can’t have you go into that dark place again.”

Touched about Owen’s worry for her, Yn softly smiled. Reaching across the table to his hand that rested across from her, she placed her palm on top of his closed fist. Looking into his eyes Yn spoke, “Owen. I am okay. I can promise you that I am one hundred percent mentally and emotionally okay. Nothing bad has happened. All that’s kept me busy is this project. I can’t really talk about it other than that it’s something I’m really proud of. If something did happen or I wasn’t feeling like myself, I would tell you. Okay?” She squeezed his hand for an extra bit of sincerity. Looking into her eyes Owen confirmed she was being serious. Letting go of his resolve he nodded. “Okay. I just needed to make sure.”

Yn gently smiled, retracting her hand. “Thank you Owen. I really appreciate your concern for me.”

“Hey, I’m not the only one,” His playful side coming back. “The girls miss you too.”

Yn laughed. “I miss my raptor babies too.” “Uh no no, they're not your raptor children, they’re mine.”

Yn rolled her eyes. “Yeah, okay.”

Owen laughed. His eyes widened in remembrance. “I forgot, your sandwich is in the fridge. I’ll go get it.” He stood and headed into the trailer.

Yn smiled and uttered a “thank you” before he disappeared behind the trailer door. Looking back out into the lake, Yn was grateful. She and Owen had come to develop a special friendship. She would go as far to say that they were best friends. Without him, Yn probably wouldn’t have made it through the first month of working at the park.

Just as she was about to take another sip from the beer bottle Owen came out from the trailer; his phone in one hand and Yn's sandwich in the other. “Hate to cut this dinner short but there's trouble at the paddock.”

Standing with alert Yn began walking towards her car. “What happened?” “Delta’s fighting with Blue.”

Yn nodded, already opening her car door. “Get in, I’ll drive.”

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deliriousgeek · 3 years

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She’s the Alpha (Owen Grady x Reader) .10

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Chapter 10

“That was a close one.”

“You open the gate, I’ll go in.” Owen hurriedly stated once he and Y/n came to a stop at the raptor enclosure. Without a moment’s hesitation, or a reply from Y/n, Owen began sprinting towards the gate. The concrete walls of the open enclosure did little to nothing to hide the snarls coming from within. Owen could hear Echo and Charlie calling to their older sisters, hopefully in an attempt to chide them away from ripping at each other’s throats. The sound carried over the concrete barriers, through the barred gates and into Owen’s ears. His heartbeat quickened and he felt his chest clench at every growl made. He could only imagine the damage Blue and Delta could have done to each other, praying to whatever higher being there was that he was wrong.

The visceral sounds of the two sisters fighting could be heard from the car where Y/n stood.

Letting out a gasp of surprise at the threatening screeches, Y/n slammed her car door shut. “Are you crazy?” She shouted while running towards the man who was already putting protective armor to go inside the enclosure, “They might be babies, Owen, but they’re still raptors.”

Owen stopped putting on the armor for a brief moment to glance at Y/n, as if to contemplate her words before one of the raptors let out another snarl, a reminder of his needed urgency.

As soon as the protective gear covering his arms, legs, and torso was completely strapped tight, Owen swung the first gate open and stepped inside.

Y/n’s eyes widened as Owen locked the gate behind him. His eyes shot up to hers.

“To get all of us out of here safe, you need to do exactly as I say. Got it?” Owen’s brows furrowed.

Y/n wasn’t used to Owen’s gruff, stern voice. He had only ever spoken to her with a joking manner. In all the time they had known each other, Owen had never used such a commanding and serious tone. His voice dropped to a sound that Y/n could only describe as a deep chest voice. She supposed that would happen in a dire situation such as this. Stunned by the use of this new type of speech Y/n could only stare into Owen’s eyes as the noise of Blue and Delta fighting grew louder.

She had taken a moment too long to reply.

“Y/n!” Owen snapped.

His chest was now heaving with adrenaline. His girls were in there, fighting for goodness knows how long. Every second he spent out here could be a drop of blood, a tooth, a piece of skin or even a life lost.

Y/n blinked at his voice raise.

“I need all your focus right now. Can you do that?” Owen spoke again, this time with the same urgency but in a different, more gentle, tone of voice.

A silent moment of understanding passed through them.

Y/n nodded. The adrenaline of the situation was now kicking into her veins. A new feeling of determination settled into her frame. Owen nodded a thanks before barking out the plan.

After quickly turning on the main lights, Owen could see the damage Delta and Blue had left to the enclosure. Dirt was kicked up, plants were crushed. Echo and Charlie could be seen in their respective cages, barking towards the center of the area. Following their line of sight Owen could see Delta and Blue circling each other, snarling, teeth bared, and snapping.

Blue had multiple scratch wounds on her haunches. They were bleeding and fresh. A bite mark could be seen just above Delta’s shoulder. It didn’t seem too deep, which brought a small ounce of relief to Owen’s vast pool of worry.

Owen stepped toward the main gates that led into the enclosure.

“On my count okay?” He called back to Y/n.

Y/n stared at the two sisters fighting, worry pooled in her eyes. “Okay.” She answered, in a just as determined tone.

“1,” Owen readied himself to run. “2,” Y/n let out a shaky breath as Owen counted down. “3!”

Y/n opened the gates and Owen ran into the enclosure, blowing a whistle and waving a piece of meat he had grabbed from the raptor’s feeding area. The two sisters halted their fighting upon hearing the ruckus coming towards them, turning their heads to look at the spectacle in front of them.

The plan was that Owen would go inside the enclosure, distract the girls, then use the meat to lure them into their respective cages. Owen was now ten feet away from the adolescent velociraptors, their attention no longer on each other.

He let go of the whistle to grab another piece of meat from his utility belt. “Hey! Yeah that’s right, eyes on me.”

He began waving the two pieces of meat in the air. “You want some of this right? Not each other? C’mon, you can have it.”

The sisters looked at each other, before turning their bodies towards Owen. They began slowly slinking their way towards him, much like a cat would walk as it hunted its prey.

Despite the fact that Blue and Delta only measured in about three feet in height, they still held an air of danger around them, and Owen had to remind himself that if he took one misstep, it could be the end of his life.

“Alright girls,” Owen slowly led the raptors around their enclosure, back to their cages. “Okay, look at me Delta,” He waved the meat in front of her, “This is for you,” then he tossed a piece of meat into her cage.

Delta’s eyes followed the movement of the meat from Owen’s hands to the floor of her cage before going inside after it. Y/n closed Delta’s gate as soon as her tail was in.

Owen’s eyes never left Blue’s. “Your turn now Blue,” Blue cocked her head to the side, “Work with me here okay? This one is yours.” Owen waved the meat, Blue’s eye flitted to the movement. “You want it? Go get it.” Owen tossed it into her cage.

Blue immediately ran for it, instantly ripping the meat apart as soon as it touched her lips.

Owen let out a sigh of genuine relief. The hard part was over. For now his girls were safe. Owen began walking towards the exit, at ease now that Blue and Delta were safe again.

Y/n pushed the button to close Blue’s gate once she had run in. Once Y/n heard the machinery working to close the door, she let out the worried breath she was holding. She stepped away from the door control panels to smile at Owen, but her smiling dropped once she looked behind him.

The noise the machinery had been making had stopped, which would normally indicate that the Blue’s door was closed. Only this time, the noise had stopped, yet Blue’s gate was still open. The anxiety that had left Y/n returned, and her eyes widened in dread. Blue had finished her snack, turned around, and fixed her eyes on Owen.

Noticing Y/n’s change of expression, Owen arched a brow. “What? Is there something on my face?”

Y/n’s expression turned into horror as Bue began trotting out of her cage, then started to run.

“Owen run!”

“What?”

“RUN!” Y/n exclaimed again, rushing over to the door panel.

Seeing the look of pure terror on Y/n’s face, Owen didn’t dare look back, but started sprinting towards the exit. Owen could hear the crunching of dried leaves under his feet as he ran. The trees lining the enclosure meshed into a canopy of green as he dashed by. He could hear the other velociraptor’s calling to each other. The sounds only egged him on to run faster. Owen’s heart pounded in his chest and its beating filled his ears. His heart beat mixed with Y/n’s screams and the look of pure terror on her face caused a surge of adrenaline to rush towards her and the gate.

“CLOSE THE GATE!” He yelled once he was almost 10 feet away.

Y/n shook her head fervently. “Are you crazy?” She shouted back, brows furrowed and eyes wide.

“Just do it!” Owen replied as he almost neared the open gate.

Y/n’s eyes flitted between Owen and the gate button. She took in a quick breath, then pressed the button to close the gate. The gate then lowered as Owen neared, about 5 feet away. Y/n could still see Blue behind Owen. Blue was reaching her neck out, trying to close the 3 feet distance between her and Owen.

Owen calculated the distance between him and the nearly closed gate before deciding to jump into a dive. He tucked his legs inward as he hit the ground, rolling under the gate just in time for it to shut and keep Blue from biting him. Owen sat up, trying to calm his breathing. His back faced the shut gate. He could feel Blue’s let out irritated huff on the back of his neck, which sent an involuntary shiver of fear down his spine, before hearing her turn around and walk away.

Turning so his back was now facing the solid wall, Owen slumped against it.

He closed his eyes, breathing in and out deeply before speaking, “That was a close one.”

Y/n pressed her back against the wall too, closing her eyes and copying Owen’s previous actions, “Yeah. No shit.”

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deliriousgeek · 4 years

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She’s the Alpha (Owen Grady x Reader) .8

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The meeting had ended and Y/n was full of questions as well as clear opinions on the park. The meeting had consisted of mostly appealing to endorsers rather than the actual functions of the park. A business representative of InGen and the Hammond Foundation stood up on the stage talking about things such as what funding would do for the park and how globally impactful their contributions would be. The speakers had essentially summed up their colorful talk with the conclusion that investors would not be giving money to the park, but to their own future, because the park would supposedly triple their investments. Y/n didn't care to hear about such details, if anything they would only be put down as negative comments in her review. Mr. Masrani had stood from his seat and walked to the stage where he announced that the tour would begin shortly.

"We now have a personal tour available for VIP park goers. A tour that is led, by yours truly. To fully see what you will be investing in I would like to demonstrate this personal tour."

A group of Jurassic World workers came out from the back and began passing headsets to the people in the meeting room.

He then was handed a headset and battery pack from a Jurassic World employee before putting it on and tapping the headset mic.

"Can you hear me?" He smiled.

Y/n and the rest of the meeting attendees were then escorted through tall double doors that had been unveiled by a curtain, Mr. Masrani in the lead.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Mr. Masrani said, "our first stop will be the John Hammond Creation lab. Here visitors can see our very own dinosaurs being made. Each specimen is unique and different, all special in their own unique ways."

The group proceeded down a long hallway. Mr. Masrani had said these were like backstage doors that employees use to move around the park quicker. It was easier than having to travel through hordes of excited travelers. It also kept the group out of the heat, an attribute Y/n was thankful for.

Upon entering the creation lab Y/n was splendidly surprised to see that no visitors were in the corridors.

"The creation is temporarily closed for now, as we are in here for the tour, but when we move on to our next stop it will be open again."

Y/n observed through the glass as she watched the scientists take notes and press buttons on computers. Others held syringes and injected them into tubes. Somewhere operating machines. There were white machines mixing chemicals together, but what intrigued Y/n the most, were the white tables full of nests. They had eggs in them. Dinosaur eggs. Real, dinosaur eggs. Nearly forgetting her professionalism Y/n had to refrain from pushing herself up against the glass to take a closer look at them.

"My lead scientist Dr. Henry Wu will be joining us for this part of the tour."

Upon his name being called a man stepped out from behind the glass walls, a smile on his face. "Hello everyone, as Mr. Masrani said I am Dr. Henry Wu. Lead scientist of Jurassic World."

He then went into a spiel about dinosaur genetics and the creation of dinosaur DNA that nearly sounded rehearsed. Y/n did not need to listen to his dumbed down version of dinosaur genetic history, she heard enough of it from her father and college professors. Dr. Wu's eyes were scanning the crowd as he spoke, making sure to have direct eye contact with each individual. When his eyes did not meet with Y/n's, as she was staring through the glass at the eggs, he lingered for a bit more on her face before pausing his rehearsed lines.

"Dr. Grant."

Hearing her name called she looked towards the front to see Dr. Wu staring directly at her.

Henry addressed her again. "I didn't know we would be visited by such a renowned guest. You seem to be taking an interest in the eggs.” He gave her a modest grin.

Taken aback to being singled out of the crowd Y/n cleared her throat and replied. "Yes Dr. Wu, they intrigue me very much. It's astounding to see how far in technology we have come."

"Indeed Dr. Grant we have." Henry turned to Simon. "Mr. Masrani, you all came just in time for the hatching of one of our new triceratops. If it's all the same to you I would like Dr. Grant to join me in the lab for this special occasion."

With a nod of his head Mr. Masrani replied, "If she is willing, I don’t see any harm in doing so."

Of course the two men only had one thing in mind and it wasn't for Y/n to enrich her knowledge as a paleontologist, but rather to increase her good review on the park as an author. Out of all the people attending the park her review would be the one of the most highly respected and anticipated accounts yet. They had no choice but to ensure the park would get high ratings from her.

"Dr. Grant?" Dr. Wu turned back to her for approval.

Stunned by the conversation she just witnessed and the grand opportunity offered, she almost stuttered a reply. “I’m truly honored. I would be delighted.”

Dr. Wu nodded his head. “Right this way.” He gestured to the door he came from.

Y/n stepped forward into the lab with Dr. Wu trailing behind her. The lab was a marvel, that was obvious. Its stark white with blue accents suited the mood. There were shelves of plants, amphibians, and reptiles lining the far walls. Flat screens hung on the walls with x-rays of what looked to be a scanning of something on the cellular level. It was a busy room to say the least. Assistants carrying test tubes and doctors on computers conversing with their peers. It was a sight to behold, but nothing compared to the incubator Y/n was guided to.

Y/n’s mind began to spiral as she tried to memorize every detail of the sight in front of her. The incubator had 19 rounded out slots with a heating lamp directly above the eggs. They were off-white and rather awkwardly round in shape, but beautiful nonetheless. Some eggs were lightly dusted with spots; some were bigger than the rest. Compared to the other incubators in the room, these eggs were small. If Y/n didn’t know better she would think they were chicken eggs. A wave of something Y/n could only describe as pure pride washed over her, drenching her in emotion so vivid that it was hard to hide. For nearly all of her adult life she had worked and studied to finally live up to this moment, a moment that she earned. There were no other words that Y/n could think to convey what she was feeling other than astounded. Her heart began to beat fast with anticipation as questions and hypotheses flooded her head. What temperature do the eggs need to properly develop? How are the eggs conceived? Do Jurassic World scientists gather the eggs themselves? How long are the eggs incubated? When will they hatch? Who imprints on them when they are hatched?

Just as she thought her would beat out of her chest, it stopped. It was just barely there, but it was visible. A tiny crack, followed by a bigger one, then another, and another, until a little foot poked out. After that came the beak. Y/n was in awe as the hatchling began to claw its way out the egg.

“It’s beautiful,” was all she could say.

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She’s the Alpha (Owen Grady x Reader) .1

Chapter 1:

Struggle of an Author Paleontologist

July 15th, 2001. On a Beach of Isla Sorna.

Alan Grant was breathless as he stood with the Kirby's. A man stood at the edge of the beach in a black suit. In his hand a megaphone. The image would have been found ironic if not for the current situation.

"Doctor Grant? Doctor Alan Grant?" He spoke through the megaphone.

Instantly Paul and Amanda Kirby ran towards the man yelling, 'That's a very bad idea', not wanting to attract more predators than necessary. They stopped as soon as they saw the Marine and ARMY vehicles swarm the beach.

As the vehicles stopped, ARMY men jumped out and started calling out commands.

The sight of rescue pushed through like a wave, dousing Amanda, Paul, Alan, and Eric in relief.

"Wow. You have to thank her now. She sent the ARMY and the Marines!" Eric Kirby said, smiling.

Alan smiled in gratitude. "God bless you Ellie."

13 years later.

July 15th, 2014. Dayton, Ohio.

BANG!

(Y/n)'s journal slammed shut as her head swelled with the irritation of no ideas or inspiration. She sat at her desk as the sunset rays coming in from the window danced across her face. A groan escaped from her mouth. Her head drooped from her balled up fists to the cover of her journal. Three nonchalant raps on the door resonated through the quiet office room.

"Come in." She said.

As the door opened it revealed none other than the former paleobotanist Ellie Degler(ñee Sattler). With a smile she said, "Hey. You're dad wanted me to tell you that dinner's ready."

The blonde entering the room somewhat surprised (Y/n). (Y/n) raised her head.

"You're dad invited over a couple family friends for dinner. He said you could use some friendly faces to destress from work." Ellie explained.

(Y/n) nodded and put her head back down on her journal in frustration. Noticing (Y/n)'s rather gloomy state Ellie let herself in and leaned against the door.

"What's been botherin' you?"

(Y/n) groaned at the cause of her poor work outcome. Normally she would say that everything was fine and dismiss the person who asked, but this topic was really getting on her nerves.

Raising her head she said. "I can't write! There's no inspiration. I have nothing to say or conclude about the latest fossil dig." Her face contorted to a frustrated sight.

There was a pause and the room was quiet, as if (Y/n) had something more to say but couldn't get the words out. Ellie knew there was something else. For the most part (Y/n) was an emotionally reserved person. She wouldn't allow the things that really got to her escape their cell in her mind unless it was damaging to her mental health. That much Ellie knew about the girl she practically helped raised.

Ellie looked at her with an inquisitive face as a mother would to her stubborn child . "Is there something else?"

(Y/n) looked at Ellie, her frustration dissolving. After a brief moment of silence a "No." came from her lips. Ellie was still suspicious, but nonetheless nodded and opened the door.

"If you say so," Ellie turned before closing the door. "Don't let your father see that face. Or else he'll bug you about it till he finds out what's wrong." With that she closed the door and proceeded down the stairs.

(Y/n) knew she couldn't hide the real reason frustration. It would be let out eventually. So she stood up and glanced at the letter laying on her desk, the InGen seal was vibrant on the white paper it sat on. With a sigh she place it in her journal, to hide it if someone were to come in, and left the room to enter an eventful dinner.

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Dinner was perfect. The cheerful atmosphere, the laughter filling the room, the company from all of the guests was perfect. It was all perfect, except for (Y/n)'s mood. While the others around the table reminisced at the stories that were being told (Y/n) picked at her plate and occasionally nodded or smile at the tales only to throw the attention away from her sad aura.

Everyone at the table took note that (Y/n) wasn't very talkative tonight. Her face displayed a look that confirmed she was in deep contemplation. Whenever (Y/n) had that look, everyone knew that it meant something mind boggling consumed her thoughts. The laughter died down to slight chuckles. Around the table sat the smartest people known to the paleontology world. Alan Grant sat at the head of table. Next to him his good friend and once student Ellie Degler (Sattler), next to her sat her husband Mark Degler, then their son Charlie Degler. On the other side of Alan sat Ian Malcolm, Sarah Malcolm, and Kelly Malcolm. Finally at the end of the table, opposite her father, sat (Y/n).

"Why are you so quiet?" Kelly leaned in and whispered to her friend.

(Y/n) blinked. "What?"

Kelly rolled her eyes. In a hushed tone she said, "You're really quiet and you have that face on."

"Face? I don't have a 'face'. You're imagining it."

"Don't lie to me. I know that face. It's the 'I'm-(Y/n)-I'm-independent-and-emotionally-mature-so-I-won't-tell-anyone-what's-bothering-me' face." Kelly said in a mock tone. "Also, you're picking at your food. You don't do that. You love food." Kelly said matter of factly as (Y/n) wouldn't meet her eyes.

(Y/n) absentmindedly let her right hand rest on the table, the utensil resting on the edge of her plate. It was a subliminal sign of defeat. Kelly's gloating features softened and she placed her left hand atop (Y/n)'s right hand.

"What's wrong?" It wasn't Kelly's voice that asked the question but none other than Kelly's father, Ian Malcolm.

With his voice shooting right across the table to (Y/n) everyone turned their attention to her. Both young ladies' eyes darted to him. An alertness spread through (Y/n)'s body. Her eyes shifted from Ian's intent gaze to her father's puzzled and concerned stare. To which she quickly averted.

Charlie raised a brow. "(N/n) 'you good?"

(Y/n) took in a breath and nodded while saying, "Yeah I'm fine. 'Just frustrated over my book."

As if.

The real reason (Y/n) was so caught up in her thoughts was because of that letter from InGen. Merely a couple days ago she had received a letter saying the CEO of InGen, Simon Masrani wanted to extend his welcome to her. He had welcomed her to not only see, but if she enjoyed her visit possibly endorse InGen's latest attraction, Jurassic World.

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deliriousgeek · 4 years

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She’s the Alpha (Owen Grady x Reader) .2

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Chapter 2:

Can’t Let Go

July 13, 2014

Dear (Y/n) Grant,

Your extensive knowledge of creatures from numerous time periods has caught the attention of my company. Recently I have invested in the movement of creating John Hammond's dying wish. He requested in completing a fully functional dinosaur park. Unlike the mishaps that have happened previously we have state of the art technology and advanced machinery that will not allow those mishaps to happen again. By request of me, I am inviting you to the new Jurassic World. If it would be so bold of me to ask of you a visit to the park, but also if you enjoy your visit perhaps to endorse it. Your skills in writing and knowledge in paleontology would be greatly appreciated here. If you accept this invitation please send this letter back with your signed signature on the bottom of the letter after having read and agreeing to the Indemnity Agreement Form. There is a postal stamp included within the envelope. Should you agree please send back your response within a week of receiving this letter.

Sincerely,

Simon Masrani

CEO, Masrani Global Corporation

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Every word of that letter clung to her brain like it was pounded into her head with a hammer.

"Your book huh?" Charlie interrogated.

"Yeah. I'm having trouble on deciding if I want to publish another book about the recent dig site or about romance."

Alan chuckled, "The struggle of being an author and a paleontologist, ey?"

(Y/n) look at her father who stared at her with adoration, "Yeah dad, I guess I get it from you."

After Alan had returned from his deadly excursion to Jurassic Park he continued his work in paleontology. Later when he and Ellie split apart, but still kept in touch, he decided that he was getting rather lonely without his former companion. He didn't have a significant other or any kids to keep him company, since he despised them in his younger days. One day as he was walking in a park, he was taking a break from paleontology for a bit, he sat himself down on a bench. The bench faced a jungle gym where kids were playing and laughing. He caught sight of a father laughing with his daughter as he chased her around and played tag.

The little girl giggled as her dad scooped her up in his safe arms. Alan smiled at that. His heart was touched, and he decided he wanted that moment too. He wanted that moment when a little girl could run into her father's arms and feel safe. That little moment between the father and daughter reminded him of Tim and Lex. When they were hiding in a tree, watching the Brachiosaurus feed off the trees, in that moment he decided he wanted kids.

And so, he adopted (Y/n). She was six at the time. Her petite body was skinny and frail. Her hair came down to the small of her back and she had beautiful (h/c) hair. Her eyes were wide (e/c) spheres. That made Alan fall in love with this precious little girl. He looked into her beautiful eyes and he knew he had to take her home. So he did. The papers were signed and the child's things were packed. They were off home and that was that. Ever since then she was his little girl.

Before then (Y/n) didn't have many good memories of life. She knew that her parents had abandoned her. That much she could remember. Her mother had given her up after a few weeks. Her mother was young and didn't want a child. So she put (Y/n) into the orphanage and that was where she partially grew up. (Y/n) didn't know much about her biological father, but that didn't matter. Alan Grant was her father and that was all that wanted.

...

Dinner continued and the subject was changed. The conversation had lulled into the weekend of June 11th, 1993. The terrors that happened that weekend, the injuries, the death, the thankfulness everyone felt when they left Isla Nublar. It was all said. (Y/n) stared at the center of the table while this story unfolded. Her face paled noticeably when her father talked of the final battle between the T-rex and the raptors.

"Hey dad," (Y/n) started. "What if, what if there was another park?" She looked at him intently. "Would you go back, just to see it work?"

Alan raised his eyebrows. He was taken aback by the question. "Well I'm not sure. Even if they somehow were one-hundred percent certain that this park was safe and would thrive, there's always a possibility of a containment breach."

"You didn't answer my question."

"I-I. I don't know sunshine."

The table was silent. The previous question hung in the air. Half of the table had come in counter with the islands and knew well of the dangers they held. They contemplated the question.

"What if I were to go the new park? Would you let me go?" (Y/n) looked at her father again.

He looked her dead in the eye and said in a stern voice "Is this what that letter was? They've built a new park and you were invited to see it?" His tone of voice getting louder and louder with every sentence.

"How did you know about the letter?" (Y/n) gaped.

"You left it in plain sight with your open bedroom door." Alan replied.

Ian, Sarah, Ellie, and Kelly looked shocked. How could InGen create another park when the previous one ended in a catastrophe? Mark and Charlie stared at the argument going between the father and daughter.

"Why are you so against it?"

"Because there is too much of a risk in those animals. Not to mention their founder is insane and too impatient to work out every kink in the system!"

"This isn't like the old park. There are better systems and containment units. Everything will be under control." (Y/n)'s tone of voice became more defensive.

"That's exactly what Hammond said (Y/n). If they're using better equipment it only means they have a more untamable dinosaur."

(Y/n) was about to counteract her father but he beat her to it.

"End of discussion. You're not going to those islands. Even if it means you miss out on a job."

(Y/n) was livid. "Just because your traumatized by overgrown lizards doesn't mean you can tell me I can't see them. It's my job, and last I checked, I'm an adult capable of making decisions for myself."

With that she stood and took her plate to the kitchen.

...

The previous event followed with stark silence. No one made a sound, afraid the next words said would not be enough to mend the wound slashed into the once peaceful evening. Alan sat with a furrowed brows. How could he let you go to that death trap? Why would you want to go to that death trap?

The atmosphere was tense. Those around the dinner table were baffled. Now, after the initial shock of (Y/n)'s outburst a feeling of negligence settled in the table. What do they do? Alan and (Y/n) never fight. All heads at the table glanced at each other then at Alan, who stared at the table intently.

Then Ian spoke, cutting the tension in the air with a cautious voice.

"Alan," He started. "Do you want me to talk (Y/n)?"

Alan still stared at the table. Maybe if he stared at it long enough, time would pass by and (Y/n) would come back to her senses. He stared long and hard at the table before slowly looking at Ellie with baffled eyes. Alan first glanced at the door (Y/n) left through then at every face around the table. Finally he let his eyes rest on the eyes of Ellie, who placed a comforting hand on his.

With a silent surrender he said. "Yes. She won't talk to me now."

So Ian stood up and left to meet you in the kitchen.

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deliriousgeek · 4 years

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She’s the Alpha (Owen Grady x Reader) .7

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Okay! Finally up to date! I’m so excited for chapter 8. Also, if you were expecting Owen and Yn meeting right away, my apologies. Yes this is a Owen x Yn fanfic buttt I really want to set up her position in the story. Don’t worry tho! Owen will be here very soon. So stay tuned! Enjoy <3

p.s. lemme know if you wanna be tagged :)

Chapter 7

My Apologies Ma’am

She couldn't believe her eyes. The monorail zoomed into the main part of the park. The ride started from the docs and passed all the way through a lush green forest, from there it went over a deep blue lake.

A lake?

(Y/n) had opted for a window seat. This way she could take in the gorgeous view of the tropical landscape. To say the island was beautiful would to be an understatement, it was absolutely breathtaking. (Y/n) almost entirely forgot the reason she was here.

You're not here to vacation, you're here to review.

Reprimanding herself (Y/n) pulled out her journal and began writing her discoveries. The park had a promising future. The main theme of the park, dinosaurs, had yet to be seen and visitors would still be enthralled with the landscape that served as a teasing preview of what was yet to come.

A light bustle of conversation filled the monorail once the conductor had announced over the PA system they would be entering the park. On Y/n's lap sat her journal, a gift from her father. (Y/n) tried to jot down the feelings and sights she was absorbing, but was slowly tuning out her thoughts as the PA system spoke.

Claire stood up at the head of the monorail and announced as the monorail went through the refurbished entrance gates. "Ladies and gentlemen welcome to, Jurassic World."

The gates opened and the monorail pushed through. A collective gasp of intrigue was heard through the cabin as the passengers got their first glimpse into the park. The monorail passed over a gorgeous deep blue lake that was said to hold one of the main attractions of the park, the mosasaurus. (Y/n) wrote down in her journal that having the monorail built just outside the mosasaurus exhibit, while being an aesthetically pleasing architect choice, may not have been the most passenger safety option. She also observed that overlooking the mosasaurus lagoon was the hotel and directly under the hotel was a beach. This beach, which was connected to the mosasaurus lagoon, was separated by two fences. Although the fences looked highly durable and built to keep the gigantic reptile from chomping on park goers, it didn't seem like the most viable plan. (Y/n) was sure to mention this to Mr. Masrani once they met.

Nit picking at first sight was not in (Y/n)'s personality, however, after hearing stories of the old unsuccessful park and their death count, she was not willing to over look any details.

The paleontologist side of her began to kick in and she was instantly intrigued by the creature lurking in the depths. How old was it? Was there only one? Did it hunt for itself? How deep was the pool?

Y/n would ask all these questions once she met with Mr. Masrani himself, which would be very soon.

The monorail had come to a slow halt and the passengers were directed off the vehicle into the hotel lobby. Claire was at the head of group announcing the schedule for the day.

"If you'll follow me," She smiled. "Your passes and wrist bands which give you access to the whole park will be in your room. Your rooms will be located on the 25th floor. My assistant Zora will be passing out room keys and numbers." A woman stepped out from behind one of the employee doors with cards in her hand, which she began to pass out accordingly.

Claire spoke again. "Once you receive your keys please feel free to head up to your room for a quick freshen up or roam the park if you wish. The meeting with Mr. Masrani will be held in the Apatosaurus Room in one hour. If you have any questions, I'm all ears." Her sentence ended with a business smile.

Y/n waited her turn for Zora to pass her the room key. After receiving the key and doing a once over of the group, y/n decided it was best to stay away for now and head up to her room.

Upon entering the luxurious hotel room Y/n was greeted with a wonderful view. She was greeted with the nicest scent of a freshly made hotel room which instantly soothed her body from the Isla Nublar heat. Once stepping in the room and shutting the door the AC began working wonders on cooling her heated skin. On top the queen sized bed that sat in the middle of the room laid a tray containing all the necessities for visiting the park. Her luggage was sitting in the corner the room near the entrance onto the veranda. A set of wide, brown-stained, rolling shutter doors blocked off her view from the rest of the park. Noticing the obstruction in her view she promptly set her bag on the bed, slipped off her shoes, and slid the doors open to the balcony.

With a short exhale of breath Y/n was astounded by the grandeur of the island. She could nearly see the entirety of the park. In her direct view the grand, green mountains served as a back drop for everything below. The Innovation Center stood like a beacon in the middle of everything. Leading to the Center was main street, full of shops, restaurants, bars, and things of that nature. To the sides of the street were enclosures, but for what she couldn't see. Observing the enclosures from a far wouldn't help her in determining an opinion on them. Y/n mentally noted that she would have to see those enclosures for herself. They seemed much too small, and Y/n hoped she was very wrong.

Letting her eyes roam over the deep, jungle green of the mountain terrain, Y/n saw a grey, out of place, building. It was nearly the color of rocks and probably could not be seen from the ground level. It was quite a distance away from the park and there were no monorail tracks leading to it. Y/n assumed it had something to do with the operations of the park and wondered if she could have a peak inside. A little digging into the park's business side wouldn't hurt. After all, that's what she was asked to do.

After letting the Costa Rican sun settle into her bones once more Y/n returned to her room, closing the door behind her. She checked her phone for the time and quickly donned herself with one of the passes on the bed and placed everything else in a purse she brought with her. Y/n unloaded only the necessities from her backpack into the purse. Heading to the bathroom of the suite Y/n did a once over in the mirror. Deciding the the humidity of the island was doing her hair no good she took it out of it's current state and redid it into a much more frizz-free style. Before heading out the door she briefly glanced in the mirror then, deeming her appearance business worthy she walked out the door in search of the conference room.

Y/n took the elevator down the lobby in which she asked a receptionist where the Apatosaurus Room was. After being given directions Y/n thanked the woman before heading a lounging area of the lobby. Checking the time again Y/n noted that there wasn't enough time to spare before the meeting to the explore the park. Although, there was time to jot down her first impressions of the it. Sitting down in the lounge area Y/n took her journal out from her purse and began to write.

She didn't write about the interior of the hotel or that there were not mints left on her pillow, but rather on the fact that when looking at the overall view of the park she was not impressed with the size of the enclosures she saw. Concern over powered the beauty of the park, though she did appreciate the island's well landscaped state it was not the reason she came. Concluding her writing with a note that said:

Opinion on enclosures will be revised after further inspection of park.

Y/n closed her journal and stood while placing it back in her purse. While Y/n's vision was occupied by securing her purse, her direction was veered into the path of the man walking opposite of her. With a general sense of direction, lack of attention to his surroundings, and briskly paced walk, the man did not notice the woman slightly shifting into his path either. His focus was entirely absorbed in the files that he held and getting to his meeting on time. Before either of the two could register the collision, Y/n stumbling backwards until she was on the floor. This caused the man's head to snap up then back down to the woman on the floor. Other passers by looked as well. The man's mouth moved quicker than his brain and before he knew it he was offering her a hand and an apology.

He helped her off the floor. "My apologies ma'am. I didn't see you there." When his eyes finally met hers he starred with an almost stunned gaze. Maybe it was the impact from their collision or the sincere gleam in her eyes, either way he nearly forgot how to breathe.

"Oh no sir, the fault is mine. I wasn’t looking where I was going." After dusting herself off and actually securing her purse she looked up and offered him a smile. "Sorry for the inconvenience. I'm in a rush." Noticing his lingering stare she cleared her throat, suddenly feeling like a display looked at through a glass.

Recovering from being stunned, he offered her a weak smile of his own. "I was too-” Realizing he was still late he closed the file, “-am too." He nodded his head. "Sorry again for knocking into you, ma’am. "

She nodded and replied swallowing thickly, her throat suddenly parched, "Right, I gotta go too. So sorry for bumping into you, bye."

"Goodbye ma'am."

Then each walked their separate ways.

Pushing aside the uncomfortable interruption Y/n headed to the meeting. Approaching the halls that led to the conference rooms she began to prepare questions for Mr. Masrani in her head. If there was a time for questions she would be sure to ask them. Seeing a sign that read "Apatosaurus Room: 2:30 Meeting" next to a closed door Y/n made her way to the door, and walked in.

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