I didn't think I'd want to start writing something new, considering I have so many other stories on hiatus. But my god I had this massive urge to contribute to the newest Jurassic World movie which I saw today actually. That's how hooked I am on it. And I'm aware Owen/Chris Pratt is paired with Claire/Bryce Dallas Howard, so not sure if this fic will end up as an Owen x OC or I might just leave it alone.

I was so intrigued by Jurassic World because the existence of the park and all the attractions is a disillusion of something so sinister but it reflects how this age of consumerism makes us want things to be bigger, better, scarier, more teeth etc. It's true, I guess, just look at theme parks and all these variety shows we have on TV which get even more daring and bolder one after the other. And the thing is, people watch it because it's entertainment, they want entertainment, and corporations find ways to make money off this and to think of other ways to make more money. As long as the money rolls in, that's all that matters.

Anyways, this fic will not tie in with the movie, it's not an OC slotted in when Indominus Rex goes on her rampage. It's set before that, so a different kind of Owen and I'll see how it goes. How you enjoy ~

WELCOME TO JURASSIC WORLD

When the interview invitation arrived through the post her mom was less than enthusiastic.

"You could get a job in, oh I don't know, some other research lab. Why did it have to be Jurassic World? Why not Disneyland?" was her argument.

It didn't deter her, however, and as soon as she saw the invitation, she was already packing her belongings for a two day trip. Now she was at the airport, her flight about to leave in an hour and a half. "Because Disneyland don't need paleontologists, mom." She said, "This is a dream come true. I've never had this kind of opportunity before. I'm really going to try and do my best – I can't let it slip past. I'll be fine. Don't worry."

Mom gave her a worried look but otherwise nodded a little bitterly. "Alright. And uh...the man who you'll be working for – "

"His name's Owen Grady, mom."

"Yes, Owen Grady, um, if there are any problems, come straight home – "

"I'll be fine, mom. I promise." They exchanged a long hug before she glanced at her wristwatch – time to head to the gate. "Bye, mom! Wish me luck!" She made her way to security, waving, before disappearing behind the departure gates. Her mom watched her enter and stayed behind for at least five extra minutes before leaving.

Lindy was from a small town with big dreams; she was going to Jurassic World for an interview for a graduate job, a summer internship with Jurassic World where she would be working with living dinosaurs. Her CV would look amazing if she was successful. With those happy thoughts in mind, she boarded the plane and spent the entire journey thinking about the wonderful things she would see and get to do whilst also practicing some potential interview questions. The plane ride was meant to be a few hours, but it had gone so fast. She spent it watching a few in-flight movies and reading brochures about her new potential workplace.

Once they arrived, it was time to take the ferry to Isla Nublar where the park was situated. The queue was long, at least a half hour wait. The weather was scorching and she stood amongst large families and screaming children under the sweltering heat. Once the ferry arrived and the butterflies in her stomach truly began to manifest and she felt her in-flight meal stirring again in her stomach, making her a little ill. The ferry trip would be roughly forty five minutes and it was then she realized how isolated from the rest of the world Isla Nublar truly was; she threw a glance over her shoulder at the harbor which looked like a tiny speck across the horizon. Lindy stood at her spot on the top of the deck, crammed between eager tourists who were snap-happy as their boat finally came to a slow stop at the Isla Nublar harbor.

Once the tourists began to pour out, she followed the rest of the passengers to the front gate of the park. The queue was long but she skipped to the front with her newly acquired VIP pass. And once she arrived at the start of the long but linear path of Main Street, glancing around the numerous restaurants, gift shops and other facilities that were bustling with families and dinosaur-related merchandise, it finally dawned to her:

I'm in Jurassic World.

Immediately, she grabbed her camera which she kept looped around her neck and snapped a few shots. She focused her lens on some stalls, some shops and finally, to some happy-looking families and their equally delighted children. She used her camera to zoom in and glance around, looking for the interviewer – Owen Grady – who wrote in the letter that he would be here to come pick her up (which she thought was strange for an interview but nonetheless did not mind or protest). It took a while until she spotted a man through the viewfinder with somewhat messy brown hair and sunglasses, donned in a casual blue shirt and brown waistcoat and matching slacks, and she lowered her camera. He looked dirty and gritty, coated in some flecks of mud and what looked like blood. He was unshaven, with thick stubble dotting his chin and a mustache. The man was sleeping on a bench with his head thrown back, mouth agape, limply holding a tablet that had her name etched on it.

Is that Owen Grady? she thought, approaching him cautiously. Reaching out, she anxiously prodded at him in the arm. "...Excuse me...?" She said.

"...Zzzzzz..." He slumped to one side, still snoring, but otherwise, did not wake up.

"Excuse me." She tried again, poking him a little harder than the first time.

Finally, the man jerked awake and the sunglasses went askew off his nose. Glancing around groggily, he finally settled his eyes on her form and rubbed at his face with one hand. "Huh? What? Oh..." Glancing at the tablet in his lap, he scanned the name briefly and added, "Are you...Lindy?"

"That's me."

He looked at her from head to toe. A tall girl with long brown hair and blue eyes stared at him inquisitively in return; she was dressed in business attire – in a black blazer, white shirt, smart black pencil skirt and black heels with an equally smart black bag with gold strap. He raised a brow as he got off his seat to stand, shoving the tablet into his backpack before dusting himself, picking off some leaves and twigs from his clothes, "Name's Owen. Owen Grady. Er...Welcome to Jurassic World."

They shook hands and when they pulled away, she stared at her dirt-covered hand. "Thank you, it's great to be here, Mr Grady."

"This way." He grunted. She followed Mr Grady through the crowd and away from the tourists into another building – except this building was a little further away from all the sights and gift shops and was gray and drab in color and design. For employees only, perhaps. "And er...how was the journey?" He said, rubbing the back of his head.

"It was fine." She replied, "Long."

He chuckled a tad weakly, "Yeah." And with that, they simmered into silence following the rather drab conversation; it didn't help she was slightly nervous and something gave her the feeling that this Mr Grady didn't seem too thrilled to see her. She wasn't sure why, considering she was shortlisted for interview. It was Owen Grady who had shortlisted her, right? Not someone else...? He led her into the building where she saw it appeared to be a lab filled with employees in white coats and working on many large bones on display. "Over here." He called over his shoulder, when she had stopped to gawk behind the glass.

She hurried after him, trying to keep up, and eventually Mr Grady exited the building to the car park where she saw an abundance of vehicles ranging from cars to large four by fours. Meanwhile, Mr Grady went to a sleek black heavy-duty bike parked on its lonesome and swung one leg over one side, climbing on and inserting the key, twisting it. Turning to her, he revved the handlebars, making the engine roar.

"Let's go." He said, and she climbed onto the seat behind him clumsily, settling herself down with her bag clasped in lap. Awkwardly, she slid her arms around his waist when she saw no seatbelt. "Hold on tight."

When she clutched onto him, Mr Grady proceeded to steer the bike out of the parking lot and onto a grassy path, away from Main Street. She watched as they drove away from the general public and all the hustle and bustle.

"So, tell me about yourself." He shouted, having to speak louder over the noise.

"Um...I'm a recent graduate from Berkeley. I've been studying mostly vertebrates, paleobotany and – "

"Alright, any field research?"

"Yeah, I've been on one or two excavations."

"Uh-huh, and what are your qualifications?" He asked. She told him her grades and her degree result. He said nothing but kept nodding along. "And your health?"

"My health?"

"Yeah, how active are you? Do you play any sports? Work out? Swim?"

"I do some running in the morning. Swimming too."

"Okay."

Again, the silence returned. This time, she took the opportunity to marvel the beautiful landscape and the warm sun in the sky above them. The journey continued.

"Nice weather, huh?" He commented, as though reading her mind.

"Yeah. I read about the geography here – Isla Nublar is situated perfectly on one of the Tropics, enabling hot weather year round. Perfect for dinosaurs considering the earth's climate was similar to this all those millions of years ago."

"Impressive. Glad you dumbed it down. You'll fit right in."

"Huh? Oh." She muttered. Finally, Mr Grady stopped the bike, climbed off and she followed his actions, the thin length of her heels sinking into the squelchy mud. "Oh, no, my shoes..." She muttered, trying to pull her feet free.

He threw his glance over his shoulder, "Word of advice: invest in some hiking boots."

She gave him a wry smile in return; they had arrived at a metal structure – from the front, there appeared to be three walls and a catwalk above. The structure itself was outlined with an electrical fence. From the sign nailed to one of the walls of the structure before them, she saw the words 'Velociraptor Paddock'. Many men were already onsite, donned in casual wear and those at the catwalk were patrolling, carrying guns over their shoulders. She eyed the weapons a little uneasily until a loud screeching, a shrill chirruping noise emitting from the paddock made her completely stop in her tracks and she found herself gripping her handbag strap tightly.

"Welcome to the Velociraptor Paddock, Miss Lindy." Mr Grady said, as he walked up to the structure and patted one of the thick metal bars, "As part of the interview, I'd like you to meet Blue, Delta, Echo and Charlie."