Disclaimer

I don't own Jurassic World or any of it's characters except for Rae Jones and the imaginary paramedic Jason

Chapter One

"What are you doing?"

I couldn't help but stare at Owen as he took off his over shirt, leaving him only in a white wife beater. He ignores my words but is smirking at me as he takes off the wife beater too and my eyes follow his movements. He throws them in random directions and my mouth goes even drier as he reaches up to the clothing line he had set up near his trailer and cabin. He starts talking while facing away from me

"You see Miss Jones, you can lie to yourself about who would make a better mate, but you know who is better"

I take a step back when he turns back to face me

"Owen, we've had this discussion before. You and Claire have something going on together and I'm not going to get in the way of that"

"Claire and I agreed that the kiss was a spur of the moment"

"That isn't what it looked like to me. Mr Grady…"

"OH, so we're back to Mr Grady now?"

I swallow and try to form the words, only for my frazzled brain to come up with smoke. He steps closer to me and I take another step back. My instinct wanted me to turn and run, to make him work for what he wanted. It wanted him to catch me and take me, to show me exactly why he would make the perfect mate and father to any children I may have. Then there's me, the part that wants to punch him in the face and tell him to let go of me. The part that wanted to move on from the ridiculous things humans called feelings, which I had for him. Still have for him if I wanted to be more correct, but it doesn't matter now. Owen is with Claire and I am the best friend on the side that will watch them be happy together, and I wouldn't cry into a tub of ice cream every night for the rest of my life…I'll keep those crying fests for the weekend, but that isn't the point!

"You're stuck inside your own world again"

Owen is much closer this time but I try to stand my ground

"Stop it Owen"

"Why should I? We both want the same thing; I don't see the reason for us to suffer apart"

I straighten my back

"I already have someone, Jason is…"

His sudden anger shocks me and I do nothing as he suddenly grabs me

"Don't talk about him"

"Why not? He's my…"

"He's not anything to you!"

He was right in my face, yelling the statement, as if though he needed to convince me of the fact that Jason wasn't much in his eyes and that he shouldn't mean much in mine either. I break out of his hold and hold my hand up in front of his face

"Back up, Owen"

He doesn't, merely coming closer until my hand was pressed firmly against his chest. The warmth of his skin is a temptation, but I am not the kind of girl to be swayed by a pretty face, nor be swayed by a man that needs to play hero.

"You won't hurt me"

I flashed my eyes at him

"Don't be so sure"

"Did anyone ever tell you that when your eyes flash amber like that, that you are the most stunning thing?"

"Didn't anyone ever tell you that you are not supposed to play with matches and fire?"

"I was taught to go after what I want"

"Sorry to burst your bubble, Owen Grady, but I'm going to teach you something very valuable right now. You don't always get what you want"

I shove him away, using some of the strength that I keep hidden. Owen is pushed back a few steps, but I learnt from the moment I met him that he was a stubborn son of a bitch when he wanted to be

"Let's play a game"

I raise an eyebrow

"What kind of game?"

He looks over my shoulder at the forest of green

"You run in there and hide"

"What's the catch?"

He smirks and crosses his arms in front of that broad chest

"I'm going to be right behind you"

"So basically a game of tag or a typical catching game played by children?"

"Not a typical game Miss Jones. You see if I catch you, you're mine"

"And if you don't?"

He pretends to think it over

"I don't see that happening"

"Being too cocky can and will cost you Mr Grady"

He raises his hand, all his fingers raised

"What's that supposed to mean?"

One by one he drops each finger and then I realise what exactly he was doing. When he got to two fingers I turned and ran towards the foliage. I could hear the thudding as his feet hit the ground and my heart began to pound in my chest. I run faster, knowing that his longer legs would make him catch up to me easily if I play it slack. My boots splash through water and I almost get stuck in mud, but I push forward, knowing that if Owen caught me I would be done for. I wouldn't be able to resist any more of his affections nor his ways of trying to woo me. He knew how to reach out to the animal inside of me, to coax her and to have her begging for him.

His footsteps and scent began to drift away from my nostrils and I look at the trees that are around me. I find the tallest one and climb onto the one that was the closest to it. I climb as far as I can get before moving on to the bigger tree. When I begin to slip and my human fingers were not able to hold on much longer, I dig in my rock hard nails into the bark and climb onto a sturdy branch. I sit and wait for some time hoping that Owen wouldn't come this way.

Things were not always like this between us. I thought we were friends on the verge of becoming more, and then the incident happened and I was exposed for the freak that I am. Claire's nephews found it to be awesome and terrifying at the same time, while Claire and Owen had stared at me. Owen became fascinated and had to ask me questions that I wasn't going to answer and Claire…well…on a good day we wouldn't call each other friends. I didn't like her overly dominating nature and she didn't like that fact that I warned her about the repercussions of her decisions.

I make myself comfortable and my mind drifts to the moment when I first stepped onto the island…