Yes hello, So I was struck with inspiration after reading several fics with Owen and his squad (in particular Tainted by Marcx on ao3 seriously if you haven't read it it's freaking beautiful). I just kind of fell in love with Jurassic World (though there were a few things I was eh on but seriously I loved this movie). So here we are. Also, any and all mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer:The things I would do if I actually owned it... But no I don't Jurassic Park/World

Several months of research, of pouring over Robert Muldoon's journal, scanning page after page of anger-undertoned papers from doctors Grant, Sattler, and Malcolm, of expeditions to Isla Sorna could not have prepared him for this.

The egg is shaking and cracking and through shell and membrane Owen can feel her, see her in his mind like a brilliant beacon, the other little presences fading and dulling in the face of his new charge. She scrapes at her prison, making little noises and calming when Owen coos right back. He is the first thing she hears, the first thing she sees and she gets tangled in his mind, his emotions and he can feel her there, intelligent but still small and scared and unused to her new world. Elation rushes through him.

Taking pity on the tiny raptor, he projects calm - security - warmth and smiles when her golden eyes meet his blue-green. She waddles to him, still sticky with fluid. A piece of eggshell is stuck between her eyes. He gently takes her into his arms, wiping off the fluid and flicking away the eggshell, smile soft and eyes warm.

She's beautiful , he thinks.

Her skin is soft and warm, more like leather than scales. She's gray-ish with a hint of blue, a stripe of cobalt going down her sides. Her name is supposed to be Beta. Owen isn't supposed to get attached. However that doesn't stop him from mentally dubbing her Blue and then she squawks delight in his mind and he's already gone and fallen in love and he knows it.

His grandmother is going to kill him.

Movement catches his eye and he looks up to see the rest of the clutch beginning to wobble and shake, little tap-tap-taps coming from within. He doesn't feel/see them as brightly as he does Blue, not even close. They sound muffled in his head, even as the four other hatchlings crack through their eggs. They don't feel strong, not like Blue does, all warm and comfortable on his lap. Owen names the other four after the first few Greek letters that come to his mind.

The clumsy one with the darker stripes is Theta, the greenish-gray one is Sigma, the smallest one, all dust brown, is named Omega, and the last one, the gray one speckled with pale green is Epsilon. There is a connect, Owen can feel them exploring their new surroundings (as well as his mind) but already he can feel foreboding in his gut. Those four won't last and it breaks his heart to think it. Blue looks up at him, eyes as sharp as her teeth and already her mind is a steadying presence in his head. Her tiny claws wrap around the finger stroking her snout and Owen winces at the blood that is drawn.

She's newborn and she still hasn't learned to control her sharp little bits in ways that won't lead to injury. Blue's smart though and once she catches the flicker of pain that goes through the tentative, new link, she rearranges her claws so that they hold rather than dig. She blinks up at him, curious.

Owen realizes that they're all gazing at him, tense, Epsilon clawing at the incubator and Omega chuffing sad little noises. It hits him a second later that he's projecting his uncertainties and that they're feeding off the negativity. He stows those thoughts away and concentrates on projecting calm-safety-stability until the tension melts and he's left with a bunch of baby raptors cuddling on his lap and making scraps of his clothes.

They're cooing at him, he's cooing back and then Henry Wu walks in, eyes bemused, and the moment is gone.

It's two in the morning when his girls are finally delivered to his bungalow and Owen feels that he can finally sleep.

He could feel them, barking, calling for him, Blue the most frantic. He had sent wave after wave of calm-safety until they had finally quieted and his mind no longer felt like it was going to split with the intensity of Blue's worry, need for him, for the Alpha.

They're exhausted when they arrive and he's exhausted when he ushers them into the cat bed in the warm kitchen. None of them actually sleep until Owen decides enough is enough and settles down with a blanket and a few pillows on the floor beside them. When he wakes, he finds four of his girls curled in a knot of claws and teeth by his stomach and Blue right by his head. She's fuzzy and warm in the space she's made for herself in his mind and he smiles as she comes slowly into wakefulness.

Then he frowns.

He can't feel the others.

There's a gape in his mind space where they use to be, empty and void and cold. Owen nudges at them, both mentally and physically and shivers at the coldness he encounters. He glances at Blue and he can feel the confusion at the emptiness that she too feels.

They're dead. Theta, Sigma, Omega, and Epsilon did not last the night and Owen struggles to keep himself together as he calls Dr. Wu to give him the news. Wu doesn't sound overly surprised ("Each one was a different cocktail of genetics and we were trying to determine which ones work best").

Blue curls around his neck, mourning the loss of her sisters.

It takes two months for a new clutch to be developed (genes more like Blue's) and in that time, Owen and Blue become extraordinarily cohesive. Barry, Owen's fellow 'raptor wrangler', as they're called, checks on them regularly. Owen likes him a lot more than he likes most other people and Blue likes him too so a friendship is struck.

He drives them to lab for the clutch's hatching and Owen knows he's standing behind the glass wall, watching him with the rest of the scientists. Owen has all of three seconds to appreciate the gesture when one of the three eggs begins to tremble. Blue echoes his soft, encouraging croons from her perch on his shoulder. He can feel them this time, nearly as bright and clear as Blue and he feels relief because he knows, knows these girls are going to make it.

Charlie shatters out of her egg, jaws snapping and eyes wild and curious. She waits for Delta to to tumble out and Owen grins. Echo comes out slower, shyer than her excitable siblings.

Look Blue , Owen hums, it's your new sisters . The emotion he receives in response is completion because finally the pack feels whole. Owen gently wipes down his new girls, wincing as Delta decides his fingers are sturdy enough chew toys. He chastises her softly, giving her nose a small tap. He can tell them apart rather easily. Charlie is a lighter, yellowish green, Delta reminds him of emeralds, and Echo, gold and brown as she is, reminds him of sunshine.

They soak up the positive emotions he emits and take in his sent and the sight of him, memorizing every little detail and fitting into his mind as if they were made to, as if they are puzzle pieces sliding into place. That thought scares him for a moment and he glances over at the viewing window, but scratches the idea because no one outside of his family knows about his abilities.

Wu comes in, an expression Owen can't read ironed over his face, but he can't bring himself to care because he's with his girls and they're together and safe.

"What do you think of our new batch, Mr. Grady?" Wu asks, voice careful and oddly calculated. Owen decides it's not worth it to care.

"They're perfect," he breathes, relishes in the echoes of protector, guardian, Alpha bouncing around in his mind. Blue is quiet but he can sense her amusement at her younger siblings.

"I'm glad you think so," says Wu and then he's gone and Barry's in his place.

His smile is bright and his eyes are shining and Owen can tell he's piqued his girl's curiosity.

"Barry, I'd like you to meet the newest members of my pack," Owen declares, waving his hand between Barry and the raptors cuddling on his lap.

"This little lady is Charlie, this one is Delta, and this little ray of sunshine is Echo," he introduces, tapping each raptor gently on the nose as he says their name. "Charlie, Delta, Echo, I'd like you to meet Barry. He's here to make sure you don't eat me or something."

Barry gives him a look that probably means something significant (like "this isn't a joking matter Owen"), but Owen's never been too good with interpreting human emotions. He ignores the look and goes right back to cooing at his new pack mates.

When the four of them are about the size of cats, Owen thinks he might have to start building his house out of something much sturdier than wood. This is the fifth time this month that he's asked Barry if he could get him a new door and it's starting to get kind of ridiculous. He's at least finally gotten them to stop tearing apart the furniture, but he's afraid he's going to run out of good socks before long. Echo seems to have a personal vendetta against them.

They're doing simple training today, and they're doing pretty well. They like getting positive emotions from him and the strips of tender meat he treats them with aren't bad either. Barry's in the background, supervising, and the girls are on their best behavior.

Or at least, Blue is on her best behavior.

Echo is doing her damn best to annoy Charlie into lashing out and Delta is eyeing a nearby bush with unsettling interest. It's an hour later when Owen decides his girls are good for now and whistles at them to let them know they're free to go. Delta goes straight for the bush, letting out a delighted squeal when she captures the lizard that had been hiding beneath its shade. Echo finally coerces Charlie into a play fight and Blue supervises them with an air of superiority that only an older sibling could emit.

Owen settles on his hammock, grinning when Barry joins him with a beer in hand.

"Your girls are doing very well, you know," he says breezily.

"Yeah," Owen replies, letting his content spread through the link and warming at receiving the same feeling from his pack.

They fall into a comfortable silence after that, only interrupted by the raptors' playful screeches. At some point Barry goes back inside for a refill and Owen lies down on the hammock, letting the light breeze play with his gingery hair. He's getting hazy, but he can feel his raptors climb onto the hammock with him, careful of sickle claws and fragile skin. Delta and Charlie curl up on either side of him, heads resting on his arms, Echo makes herself comfortable on his stomach and Blue takes her customary place by his head.

He's got a meeting in an hour, but he knows that if he falls asleep then Barry'll wake him and that's good enough for him.

Before his raptors had been born, he had had trouble sleeping. He could feel all the animals in the park in the back of his mind, large herds a dull thrum and dangerous predators (like the t-rex) were like stab of bright light. Now though, his girls keep him grounded, keep him from letting his awareness spread too far and he can allow himself a peaceful nap.

He's just on the edge of slipping into a deep sleep when something starts tapping at his cheek with urgency and he feels the oddest urge to bite at whatever's gone and interrupted his sleep. Owen's eyes blink open slowly, as if stuck in molasses. Barry's face hovers above him, worry, anxiety, and agitation etched into the lines around his eyes. Owen stumbles gracelessly into a sitting position, Echo squawking at being dislodged. Charlie and Delta jump off the hammock and curl around his ankles, protesting when he tries to move away. Blue claws her way up onto his shoulder and around his neck while Echo replaces herself on his lap.

Owen turns his attention to Barry who's gesturing wildly to the large black SUV heading their way and suddenly Owen understands Barry's alarm. His senses slam into him, chasing away the drowsiness and his girls rise to alertness with him. The SUV comes to a stop beside Barry's truck and out of the kicked up dirt and dust emerges none other than Vic Hoskins.

Owen holds back the urge to snarl. Blue easily picks up his urge and does more than enough hissing for the both of them. He keeps an eye on Delta, who eyes Hoskins' ankles rather suspiciously, and whistles for his girls to stay near. He reinforces the command through the link. Barry stands statue still beside him, expression neutral, lips pressed into a thin line. Hoskins walks up to them, all cocky and swaggering with little eyes that see a lot less than they think. He doesn't step onto the porch, thankfully, but he's close enough that Owen can clearly see his smug smile. Still, Owen can feel Charlie's low growl and the sense of threat-intruder-threat-THREAT resonating within the bond.

"What do you need, Hoskins," Owen asks, just barely managing to keep his tone neutral.

"I'm here to check up on your little clubhouse, that's all. We haven't been getting your reports," Hoskins responds faux casually, though Owen can hear an undercurrent of annoyance.

"We've been sending any important reports to Dr. Wu," Barry retorts before Owen has a chance to open his mouth. "And we have not been getting any complaints from him. Or Masrani for that matter. If you have a problem, I suggest you consult them."

Barry is all cold, calm control, though Owen can see his fists beginning to shake. Owen stands and makes his way towards Hoskins, Charlie, Delta, and Echo at his heels and Blue curling herself tighter around his neck. Echo is getting hissy and Charlie's gone quiet. Owen has to get Hoskins to leave now before he has to pry tiny, sharp teeth from his body."Hoskins, your presence is bothering my raptors. I suggest you leave or you're going to have teeth marks all over those nice pants," Owen's request is heavily laced with sarcasm and injected with hisses and angry barks from his entourage.

Hoskins' face turns an interesting shade of red, then purple, but he steps back when Charlie steps forward, jaws snapping. Owen sends her a look and sharply orders her to stand down. She does so reluctantly, gazing at Hoskins' meaty leg with hungry eyes. Hoskins finally seems to get a clue because he storms away to his car, slams the door, and drives away.

At Charlie's ornery glare, he laughs and says, "Please Charlie, you already eat Oreos, you don't need that sort of junk food in your diet."

He smiles at the guffaw he manages to startle out of Barry.

His girls are just over knee high when he decides to take them on a tour of the park.

The raptors are nowhere near fast enough to keep up with his bike yet and since Barry's out on the mainland to help with supply deliveries, Owen takes his truck. Charlie, Delta, and Echo take up the back seats and Blue makes herself comfortable in the the passenger's seat. He gets the stink eye and an angry bark for every bump he hits.

The park is closed for the day and the streets are empty of tourists when they arrive. Blue does her best to cling to his shoulder, but she's bigger and heavier and Owen's pretty sure that at this point she's going to end up tearing apart his shirt and shoulder.

"Sorry Blue, I know you just wanna stay close, but I promise you I won't stray out of your sight."

Blue is only slightly mollified by the constant reassurances that he won't get lost-physically or mentally.

The other park employees give him and his posse wary looks and do their absolute best to skitter around them. Owen ignores them. His girls aren't hungry and they're more curious than anything. Even if they were hungry, they know humans are not on the menu and they won't chase after something without Owen's say so. That won't stop Echo from scaring groups of pigeons, though.

They arrive at the Gentle Giants petting zoo without incident. Jamie and Rebecca, the main handlers for the baby dinosaurs, gaze at him suspiciously, not even trying to hide their unease. Owen grins at them and waves, noting with amusement that his raptors attempt to mimic his movements. He swears he sees Jamie (a man made of pure muscle with at least two feet on Owen) shiver in fear. Rebecca pales a little but waves right back.

(Owen has to hold back a cackle a week later when he receives the most amusing e-mail from Rebecca. He finds a picture of himself on his motorcycle, medieval garb photoshopped over his work clothes, surround by his girls. It comes with the caption "Mother of Raptors". Barry doesn't contain himself and his girls are left wondering what the hell is going on.)

They tour the park a while longer (Jasmine and Freddy, handlers of the masosaurus, have very different views of his little pack. Freddy is sure that his girls'll turn on him at any moment; Jasmine believes they'll wait till they're bigger to usurp him. Blue finds the whole idea absurd, if not amusing). The girls are particularly entertained by the gallimimus, but don't appreciate the Cretaceous Cruise.

Owen decides to take a break inside the t-rex viewing log, much to Ronald and Anita's displeasure. it's dark out now, the sun but a sliver of red-gold barely visible through thick foliage. He's tired and he can feel his mental shields beginning to slip a little. Blue's giving him a look that he easily interprets as concerned and exasperated in one.

Rexy's near, he realizes with a start. His eyes slip close at some point but he can tell she's there, pressed against the glass, her mind trying to breach through the pack's shields and towards him. A different, strange little ache takes presence in the back of his head and Blue begins to hiss, pressing up against him. Owen opens his eyes and meets the glowing yellow disks he spies outside the viewing glass.

It's time to go home then.

His girls are all too happy to agree, Blue pressed close to his side, her mind curling protectively around his and Charlie, Delta, and Echo push against his legs, urging him to go faster. They all pile into the front seat, disregarding the fact that they don't quite fit comfortably. Owen lets them though because he's tired, they're worried and the strange ache in the back of his head is turning into a sharp throb.

It's raining slightly by the time they get home, but it's fine, it's no big flashy storm and his girls can handle it just fine. As he enters, he chucks off his boots, slips off his vest and is in little more than a tank top and his boxers by the time he crawls into bed. The raptors follow him, easily avoiding the trail of clothing he leaves behind him. They curl around him, physically and mentally and when their worry doesn't immediately cease, he begins to croon a familiar tune.

"I can't stop this feeling, deep inside of me..." They all relax and Blue nuzzles into his neck, breath warm against soft skin. They're all out before Owen reaches the reprise, the phrase hooked on a feeling still lingering on his lips.

Three hours later, Owen is ripped from a dream (nightmare) filled with teeth and claws and the sense of a new-found freedom by the sound of a grenade (no wait it's thunder) and a headache that threatens to tear him in two.

So Owen likes Blue Swede because I am weak. I have a general idea of where I'm going with this fic, but if you have ideas you'd like to see, pm or review and I'll totally consider them.

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