Disclaimer: Jurassic World/Park or any characters, plots or similar dialogue isn't mine. However, I do own my OC, Clarissa Young.

A/N: Final chapter guys!

Despite sitting on a bed, Clary hadn't slept for days or at least it felt like days. Every muscle in her body ached and screamed in protest at every movement. She was still covered in mud and blood alike and she couldn't bear to think about the state of her hair, knowing it was probably not blonde anymore. Her arm had been cleaned and wrapped up with 7 stitches on each of the three lacerations. Clary winced at the memory, they'd run out of any kind of pain relief so she had to grit her teeth as they pulled a needle in and out of her skin several times. Her eyes dropped in fatigue but forced them wide, not wanting to fall into an inevitable world of nightmares. Glancing around the room, Clary tried to pick up familiar faces. Owen was busy helping the injured, Lowery off to the side, clipboard in one hand and pen in the other. Claire was sat with her nephews a few beds away, reluctant to leave their side now that she'd finally found them again. Gray huddled into her side and Claire's held her arms tight around his smaller frame, as if she was afraid he'd disappear from under her gaze. Zach sat next to the conjoined couple, glancing at Clary every now and then. The boys were awaiting the arrival of their parents but Zach's thoughts weren't with them. Every time their parents were mentioned, his heart clenched as he realised the young girl he'd come to know in the past two days had no one to go back to. He also couldn't shake the nervous feeling he got every time he looked at Clary and their short kiss fluttered through his mind.

The atmosphere was tense and any talk was no more than a mutter. So many people had been lost that day, and so many people were grieving. Just like Clary. Zach's thoughts were interrupted as Claire shuffled, a movement that seemed violent compared to her previous passivity.

"Your parents." She said, pulling Gray to his feet. "Come on."

Zach's parents rushed to their children. Karen pulled Gray into her arms as Zach gave his father a tight squeeze. The moment was emotional and there seemed to be tears glistening in everyone's eyes. There was no doubt that this would be a life changing experience for the family. Karen glanced up at her sister whose lip was trembling at the sight. Both in tears, the sisters hugged each other, small sobs escaping from their lips. Claire looked at the family and spotted Owen in the distance behind them, working hard to help out the injured.

Zach pulled away from his family to look at Clary. He saw the girl quickly glance away as he looked towards her and wipe away a salty tear that left a clear track in the brown grime that covered their faces.

"I'll be right back." He said. He could hear Gray explaining where and who he was going to as he walked past a few occupied beds. He sat next to the girl who had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

"You okay?"

"No."

"Of course you're not." Zach winced at the stupidity of his question. "I think we're leaving now."

Clary nodded, trying to keep the tears at bay. She lost her mum and now she was losing the two people she considered friends. Zach bent to the floor, picking up a discarded pen and holding it towards Clary along with his hand.

"What's your number?" Clary shakily reached for the pen and managed to remember her mobile, which had been sitting in her back pocket.

"There." She whispered. "I'll miss you both."

Zach pulled Clary in for a tight hug, realising just how much he was going to miss the girl no matter how long they'd known each other for. "I'll miss you too."

They pulled back and saw Gray in front of the pair. He sat on the other side of Clary and the trio had a group hug. They didn't say anything but sat huddled together for a good five minutes. But their time was up. With a final farewell, Clary reluctantly said goodbye to the two boys she'd learned to love over the last 48 hours. They walked back to their parents and Clary folded her legs beneath her as she watched them walk away.

Clary hugged her knees to her chest, pulling the blanket tighter around her visibly shaking body. She glanced up at Zach and Gray's retreating figures through watery eyes. She squeezed them shut, forcing the tears back and biting into her lip. The last day had been traumatic to say the least. It had been life changing and scarring - quite literally; the gash in Clary's side was sure to leave a jagged scar soon enough. Clary was always so sure of herself but right now, with her mother, her only guardian, dead, Clarissa Young didn't know who she was. She'd killed dinosaurs, she'd been brave and she'd pushed her way through. Guilt corsed through her veins as she thought of all the words she wished she'd said to Zara but mostly all the words she wished she never said. Regret and remorse spread throughout her body and squeezed her stomach until she thought she was going to be sick.

No more regrets. No more mistakes. No holding back. The thoughts washed over Clarissa's brain like a tidal wave and blocked all rational reasoning. Fuck it.

Clary jumped up from her designated camp bed, her blanket sliding off her shoulders as she did so. Taking a deep breath, she ran forward, calling for Zach.

"Zach!" Zach turned at the sound of his name. His eyebrows furrowed as Clary walked briskly towards him.

"Clary, are you okay?" He walked towards Clary. "Is something wr-"

They met halfway. Clary clutched Zach's burgundy shirt and pulled downwards. Her dry, cracked lips met Zach's and her eyes fluttered closed as her lips pressed softly against him. Surprised, Zach looked down at Clary's closed eyes before slowly shutting his own and pressing back. Zach's arms flailed slightly at his sides not quite knowing what to do in his current predicament. However, the kiss only lasted a second or two before Clary pulled away, eyes still closed not quite ready to see Zach's reaction, her lips pursed. Her baby blues flickered open and she gazed up at Zach. She examined his face for any kind of reciprocation but found none.

"Oh shit what have I done." Clary apologised, feeling stupid and idiotic. What was she thinking? After all that has happened why would he be thinking of her like that?

"I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking." Clary trailed off as Zach took her face in his hand and brought his head down swiftly planting his lips on hers. Clary's breath hitched in her throat as his lips moved against her motionless ones. Shock filled her to the core mixed with a few butterflies that flew around in her stomach as cliche as it sounded. Clary suddenly grew very conscious of the fact she was not moving so quickly closed her eyes and moved her lips in sync with his. Her hand still firmly held Zach's shirt and used it to tug his body closer to her while her other arm slid around his neck keeping his lips against hers. Zach's hands moved from her face down to her waist, keeping her firmly in place as she wobbled on her tiptoes in attempt to reach Zach's height. Clary soon became woozy from lack of oxygen and parted with Zach. She and Zach panted rapidly, believing the kiss was over too soon.

Clary had a small blush tinting her cheeks as she looked down at the floor with a smirk covering her face.
"Was that really a kiss? Hm I expected better from someone who looks like you." Zach raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching slightly.

"Seriously?" He laughed, a nervous twinge lining it. She smiled softly at him.

"Well we can't really boost that ego up anymore, can we? It's already through the roof."

Zach pulled Clary into a light hug, resting his chin on the top of her head.

"Call me, yeah? Whenever, whatever you need." Clary nodded sadly.

"You better go." Clary whispered, glancing past Zach at Gray and their parents who'd stood to the side, watching the whole exchange. Clary's blush deepened as his mum smiled at the pair while Gray grinned.

"Goodbye, Clarissa Young."

"Goodbye, Zach Mitchell." He joined his family once again and Clary gave one last small wave to the brothers before taking a seat on her camp bed once more. God, she was going to miss them. In the short amount of time she'd known them, they'd become a major part of her life.

Clary jumped as a large hand landed on her shoulder. She looked up to find Owen smiling down at her.

"Hey, kiddo. Gotta say you got some real balls doing that."

Clary laughed. "Well we both knew I wasn't the girliest of girls, Owie."

Claire who stood to the other side of Owen smiles sympathetically at her.

"I'm really sorry, kid." Clary nodded looking away, she getting kind of sick at the apologies she was receiving. They didn't kill Zara. It wasn't the I-Rex that killed her although it started the events that led to Zara's death and Claire was partly responsible for creating that monster. She'd let Claire go, she could apologise because along the way, it is partly her fault. Clary knew it was wrong to blame the woman; she had good intentions but she was still grieving.

"It'll be okay. I promise" Owen rubbed her arm, before making his way towards Claire..

"I'll be okay." Clary repeated, not quite believing it. That promise was an empty one because right now, nothing was okay. Nor would it ever be okay again. For once, Clary and Zara had agreed on something and for once they both cared. However, it seemed they were both a second too late because now Zara was gone. Dead, deceased, departed, whatever you want to say. It didn't matter now as she was never coming back. After it had happened the pterodactyls didn't stop in mourning, they continued pecking and snatching and killing. Clary didn't have a chance to process or grieve her mother's death. She just had to fight, for survival. So when it came down to waiting for family and friends to collect their relatives, Clary sat there alone and abandoned. Zach and Gray were with their parents. Owen and Claire were sending not-so-subtle heart eyes towards each other leaving Clary. The uncomfortable, makeshift camp beds were not at all reassuring and made Clary miss her own bed and her own mother.

Clary's phone buzzed in her back pocket. She tugged it out and unlocked the screen and saw the text from 'Unknown'. It said 'I guess you saved me in the end. -Zach'. Clary chuckled, tearfully at the text before pocketing her phone and taking one last glance around the large refuge and lying back down on her bed. I'm sorry, mum. Maybe, she might just survive this and maybe, she might just piece her life back together. And hopefully, Zach would be a part of that life.

"If you need anything, and I mean anything, kid. Call me. Please." Owen bent his head down to Clary's height, staring into her eyes. People were being loaded onto the next cruise liner like cargo and Clary was finally going back to the mainland after a long time.

"I know. I will. Promise." Clary drew a cross on her chest, where her heart would be. Owen nodded, pulling the girl into his chest and squeezed her tightly.

Reluctantly Clary pulled herself away from the man. Clary clutched her slinged arm to her chest as it throbbed still. It had been hours since the Mitchell boys had left and she'd finally secured a place on one of the multiple large cruise liner ships that were ferrying thousands of people out of Isla Nublar. Clary doubted any of them would return, she didn't think she would return either.

"Bye, Owie." Clary whispered, wiping away the tears that stung at her eyes. Owen kissed the top of her head and pushed her towards the boat's entrance. Clary didn't want to leave, it meant change. Change terrified her.

Clary was pushed along with the crowd onto the boat, her gaze never leaving Owen behind her as he got further away. More and more people obstructed her view until Owen could no longer be seen, becoming just another face in the crowd. Clary kept her panic under wraps as her mind taunted her. It seemed everyone she cared for was dropping out of her life one by one and in such a small space of time - it was all too much.

"Please prepare for departure. We will be leaving Isla Nublar shortly." The friendly female voice on the intercom sounded. Her cheery voice was out of place, slicing through the sombre mood like a knife. The cruise liners were struggling with the amount of passengers - everyone wanted to get off that island as soon as they could. It was a task to move through the crowd towards the toilets. Clary needed to wash her face, at least, before she arrived at the port in Costa Rica. Squeezing through the doors to the toilet, surprisingly she found it empty but then again it wasn't too much of a shock. Going to the toilet was probably not at the forefront of anyone's mind just yet.

Clary froze at her reflection. She couldn't believe it was her, but it was. The girl before her blinked as she blinked, moved as she moved. Her skin was covered in grime and splattered in blood, giving the fake appearance of a tanned girl rather than the pale one she really was. Her skin sunk on her face, dark circles outlining her cold, empty eyes that had turned a lifeless grey. She considered herself more of a brunette currently with the amount of brown gunk that coated her hair. Her clothes were in tatters, especially her hoodie which had been ripped to shreds by the Pterodactyl. Her converse were unrecognisable, looking like large mud covered blobs. Speaking of unfamiliarity, she was certain Alec wouldn't recognise her when she reached the mainland. According to Claire, she'd reached out to Alec and he took the first flight to Costa Rica to meet Clary at the port once she left, as he put it, 'that God forsaken island'. As much as she believed she disliked Alec, he was a good guy, proven by the fact he was willing to take her in for the time being. The last time she'd seen him was when her mother had announced their engagement. Clary had been furious that her mother hadn't told her how serious they were - last she knew, they'd been casually dating. From then on, Alec did everything he could to impress Clary and get on her good side but ended up only irritating her further. He was perfect for Zara. With light brown hair and hazel eyes that matched, he could be considered a model. He was a nice guy and Clary respected him for even putting up with her mother. Clary hadn't a clue what would happen to her, she could only hope.

Despite the recent events, this small piece of land by Costa Rica had been her home for years now. It would be wrong to say she wasn't saddened by her departure. She'd miss the gentle heat of the sun against her skin and the cool breeze that bristled her hair, tickling her shoulders. She'd miss the view of the lush green forest from her bedroom window - she used to stare out her window for hours on end, especially on the more windy days. The ruffled leaves would sway in the breeze, a movement in unison, creating waves upon the surface of the emerald sea that the tree tops would create. She'd miss her raptors. She'd miss Owen and Barry and Vivien and Lowery. She'd maybe even miss Claire now her pompous attitude had eliminated itself. She would miss Zara, her mother.

Clary never hated her mother or despised her, as much as her words and actions protested otherwise. Clary was a child who had a busy mother, slightly neglected. Her mother didn't want to ignore Clary but in order to keep her job and to keep their home, she needed to work and if that meant long hours, so be it. It kept them a young mother was hard for Zara and something Clary could never understand. Clary hated herself for her ignorance towards her mother but she was a strong person. She knew not to dwell on the bad but to think about how she could change herself for the better, in memory of her mother. Of course, she'd grieve and she'd cry and she'd go through those five stages that the internet accurately described but she wouldn't stay that way forever. She needed to live for herself and her mother. After all, as the saying goes, 'God creates dinosaurs. God destroys dinosaurs. God creates man. Man destroys God. Man create dinosaurs. Dinosaurs eat man. Woman inherits the Earth.'

A/N: So… we've finally done! I hope you have all enjoyed Clary's journey! I've made this epilogue about 1,000 words longer than usual, so hope you appreciate that ;) I've left the ending open to interpretation just in case I decided to do a sequel when JW2 comes out next year but that all depends on if I can easily fit Clary into the plot. But in case I cannot and this really is the last time I'll be writing Clary, here's to good times! Thank you so much for all your support the past 2 years, it's been worth every minute. I'm super proud to say that this is my first completed fanfic and Clary will always have a place right next to my heart. Let me know what you think, I love you all! For the last time, Lotty x