Author Note: Okay. I just watched the movie and I really like the relationship between Owen and his raptors. So I came up with this idea of Owen training the I-Rex too.

Disclaimer: I don't own Jurassic Park.

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"What?" Owen Grady, a former Navy Veteran, was not very amused by the sudden decision corporate had for him. He had left his post as a Navy Lieutenant because he loved animals and he really wanted to put his degree in zoology to good use. Imagine his surprise when a multibillion organization hired him to train supposedly extinct dinosaurs. He thought some delusional nut-job was pulling a very bag prank on him at first, but when he was invited to the island, he was awestruck.

Nevertheless, Owen was not pleased. "My job's objective was quite clear. I'm hired to train raptors."

"Mister Grady, I think you-"

"Mister Grady?" The ex-Navy arched a brow. "Seriously?"

Claire Dearing stifled the annoyance boiling inside her and mustered a calm composure. "Owen. I hope you're not too busy to come with me-"

"I'm pretty busy." Owen interjected crudely before he took a swig of his cola.

The beautiful redhead shifted uncomfortably, something that the ex-Navy noticed. "We got a new attraction."

"That's not what you said the last time I saw you." Owen was suppressing the impish grin on his lips and stood up from his seat.

Claire ignored the subtle implication and cleared her throat. "I'm talking about the dinosaurs, Mister Grady."

"Owen." The ex-Navy corrected as he stalked towards the redhead.

"W-We," Claire flailed her hand to defend herself from the buzzing fly that was irking her. "We have a new species that need to be evaluated-"

Owen rolled his eyes and caught the nuisance. "You went to make a new dinosaur?"

The redheaded manager sighed. "That's kinda what we do here."

Approaching his toolbox, the ex-Navy tried to maintain a placid tone. He didn't quite like where this conversation was heading to. He might have feelings for Claire, well he thinks he still do, but that didn't mean he would allow her to walk all over him. "And how does that got to do with me?"

"As I mentioned earlier, corporate acknowledges your skills. You are capable of taming and controlling the raptors. It is something unimaginable, even to the management. They believe that you have what it takes to control this new specimen of ours." Claire elaborated hastily before Owen could interrupt her. "This new specimen of ours is a genetically modified hybrid dinosaur."

"I don't control the raptors." Owen smirked. "They are highly intelligent animals. They obey me because we share a relationship. It's called mutual respect. I never seek to control them in the first place. I bet you don't understand half of what I just said. After all, control is what you do. That's the reason why you and I never have a second date."

Claire was hurt by Owen's declaration. It really stung her ego… and something else. But she refused to show it. She would never expose her vulnerability to anybody. Regaining her bearing, she countered, "Excuse me. I never wanted a second date."

"Who brings an itinerary for a nights-out."

"I'm an organized person." Claire argued.

"What kind of diet doesn't allow tequila?"

The redhead blinked. "All of them. And what kind of man showed up to a date in broad short?"

"It's Central America." Owen shrugged and responded in a matter-of-fact tone. "It's hot."

"Okay. Can we just focus on the asset please?"

"Asset?" The ex-Navy cocked a bemused brow. "Look. I get it. You're the Operation Manager of this place. You gotta make tough decisions. It's probably easier if you perceive those dinosaurs as some numbers on a spreadsheet. But they're not. They're alive. They're not something you can just control so easily."

"Look. I'm just doing my job." Claire sighed. "Corporate wants you to train the Indominus Rex."

Owen tilted his head with an amused grin on his face and crossed his powerful arms. "Indominus Rex? What kind of name is that?"

"It's easier to pronounce. Most importantly, it sounds scary. You should hear kids pronouncing Piatnitzkysaurus. Anyway, corporate believes you have the skills to tame the Indominus Rex. Its birth has bred many… unwanted complications. Corporate wants them resolved. Fast."

"What sort of complications are we talking about?"

"It ate its sister." Claire pinched the bridge of her nose. "And it has exhibited many highly-sophisticated traits that are beyond even our scientists' comprehension. Its intelligence is one of the kind, actually. Our investors have paid big dollars for the creation of the Indominus Rex. Neutralizing it is not an option. Corporate believes you can keep its temper down a few notches. We don't want anything to go wrong when its exhibition commences to the public."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you guys just created a very violent and smart dinosaur and you realize how dangerous it could become. And you wanted me to clean up your mess."

Claire blinked. "That's a crude way of putting it, but yes."

Owen tossed his towel on a nearby table and strode past the redhead. "I'm not doing this for the company. I'm doing this because you asked me to."

Suppressing her urge to blush, Claire straightened herself. Owen may be your typical goofy hunk who loves to tease girls whenever he has the chance, but Claire knew he was a responsible and reliable individual. He was once a Navy officer. "Well, if you may, change your clothes. The Indominus Rex is very sensitive to… stench."

"It's manly stench!" Owen yelled as he walked towards his bungalow.

The redhead couldn't help but giggle a bit.

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On their trip towards the designated enclosure, Claire was unnerved. Owen was being uncharacteristically quiet. He didn't say much and simply stared through the windscreen of her car. This was not how she expected Owen to be. Breaking the awkward silence, Claire spoke. "S-So, care to tell me how you train those raptors of yours?"

Owen blinked, as if coming out of a trance and registered the question. "I was there when they hatched from their eggs. They imprinted on me. It's why we can establish a connection. The rest is just cautious training and constant caring."

"I see." Claire swallowed. "Um…"

"I wanted to talk about that night." Owen interjected. "It has been troubling me for quite a while when I thought about it. I just want to apologize for ruining our date. I shouldn't have asked you to drink."

Claire sighed. "I… It's not your fault. I was too uptight. I never really went on dates often and I just didn't know what to do when you asked me out. That's why I brought along an itinerary with me in case I screwed up. I… I just… I'm sorry. I should have just drank that tequila and go with the flow."

"No, No! It's okay. I respect your decision." Owen smiled. "A man should never impose things on a woman."

That comment actually stir the butterflies inside Claire's stomach. She felt her cheeks heat up and she struggled to fixate her attention on the road. Despite the brute exterior, Owen was sensible. She knew that. She was just too prideful to denounce her first impression about him. "Thank you."

"No. Thank you." Owen chuckled. "I mean, if things went smoothly, perhaps we can try for a second date?"

Claire broke into a small smile. "Perhaps."

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"So, this is the Indominus Rex? This is the mighty and frightening monster that your scientists have cooked up in the lab?" Owen placed his hands on his hip and stared impassively at the rather unimpressive dinosaur before him. It stood barely two-meters tall and had unique snow-white scales. It was hiding behind a tree, discerning its visitor with piqued interest.

But it looked… timid to him. Still, looks could be deceiving. Owen knew that. He just couldn't fathom how this beast manage to scare the living hell out of the scientists.

"This asset is still young." Claire argued. "But it is strong. It is meant to outgrow a Tyrannosaurus Rex. So please do not underestimate its capability to kill."

"I will never underestimate it." The ex-Navy paced around the chamber in deep contemplation. "Does it has a gender? Or a name?"

"It is a female. And yes. It has a name. The Indominus Rex."

"No. Not that name." Owen rolled his eyes. "I meant like its-"

The redhead stared at the ex-Navy with confusion.

Heaving a defeated sigh, Owen waved a dismissive hand. "Never mind. Anyway, I need the profile of her DNA splice. I need reports of her diet and her behavior patterns. Since she's a female, like my raptors, I think it is safe for me to say that she is prone to mood swings. I also need footage of her killing her sibling."

If Claire was dumbfounded, she was professional enough not to show it. "Why do you want so much information about it?"

Owen cocked a brow and stared incredulously at the redhead. "Why do I need all these information? You need me to train her, correct? How am I going to train her if I don't understand all the fundamental about her? What? Do you think I train my raptors through unprepared crash-course? I put tons of research into them before I started training my raptors. This is not a driving simulator. They are animals. If I want to train them, I need to know everything there is to know about them."

"Well…" Claire shifted uncomfortably. "In regards to the Indominus Rex's DNA information, it is unfortunately classified. I cannot disclose that information to you."

The ex-Navy smirked. "Classified? Don't give me that crap. You don't know anything about that too, do you?"

"I'm an Operation Manager." The redhead defended herself. "I don't need to know anything about this assets. I just need to ensure they won't pose a threat to the public and affect this theme park's reputation."

"Whatever." Owen recalled what Claire had said about the context of the creature and mused. "You said something about it being a hybrid dinosaur? Do you have any information about its intelligence?"

"Yes. I have read a couple of reports about its intelligent capacity. But we don't have any adequate data about the extent of its intelligence. That's where you come into play." Claire folded her arms and queried in a monotone. "But why do you need that video of her killing her sibling? It's gruesome and-"

"I need to know what motivates her to kill." Owen countered with a somber deposition.

Claire nodded. "Very well. I will get it for you asap-"

"Nah." A mischievous smirk graced his lips as he winked at her. "How about you give me those files over dinner? Tonight. Seven. I know this nice restaurant that just opened at the park. We can have dinner and catch-up. You can give me what I need. It's a win-win."

The redhead cleared her throat. "Mister Grady, I-"

"Owen." The ex-Navy corrected with amusement gleaming in his eyes; he loved riling the women up. It was really fun watching the strict and proper Operation Manager flustered. "So?"

Claire tided the lapel of her jacket and steadied herself. "F-Fine. I'll be waiting outside my office at six-thirty. Don't be late."

Owen punched the air with childish joy and beamed. "I won't disappoint."

The redhead spun around in haste and walked with jaunty steps towards the exit. "And don't you dare wear broad shorts."

"Yes ma'am."

Owen watched as Claire's retreating frame took a sharp turn around the corner. When he shifted his attention back to the cage, he nearly stumbled backwards in surprise. The Indominus Rex stood right outside the glass barrier, staring with great intensity at him. She was snarling and salivating, as if conniving a plan to get to him. If it wasn't for the glass, Owen knew she would pounce at him without hesitation.

"You really got me there." Owen chuckled sheepishly. "Can you hear me?"

The ex-Navy turned to the security guard sitting at the corner of the chamber and asked, "Hey, can she hear me?"

The guard merely shrugged. "Meh. The glass is strong, but it isn't soundproof. She can definitely hear you. But I bet it's too dumb to understand what you're saying."

Owen ignored the guard's mocking guffaw and returned his attention to the Indominus Rex. "I'm pretty sure you're not that dumb. I will come back for you tomorrow, Ingrid."

The Indominus Rex tilted her head, as if trying to decipher what Owen meant.

"That's right. That's your name. Ingrid." The ex-Navy smirked. "You better remember that."

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So, this is a short story of what would happen if Owen was contacted to train the Indominus.

I hope you guys like this story and let me know what you think.

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