Prompt : Okay I have a jurassic world prompt for you. AU in which Zach and Gray's parents also go to the park with them but then gets brutally murdered by dinosaurs. Claire is now their legal guardian and she and Owen suddenly finds themselves with a pair of kids (Am I a bad person for wanting to read this? Especially since I'd love to see it from the start with the eaten-by-dinos part) Have fun.

I think this might suck a lot and I'm not sure that's what you wanted at all but I did my best and it's Shianne's birthday so, happy birthday Elizabethbaenks and have a maybe sucky Clawen story in celebration! (I can do a special prompt for you if you like instead 'cause let's be real I'm not sure about this ^^)

For Survival And Everything Else

Part 1 : For Survival

You would think seeing your sister and her husband being brutally killed by pteranodons would be something difficult to forget.

It is actually very easy.

There is no time to stop and reflect.

No time to feel guilty about managing to save Owen Grady from the same fate or the kiss that follows.

No time to feel at all.

Claire simply shuts down and acts on instinct. Her instinct tells her to grab her nephews and follow Owen and so that's what she does.

And she simply forgets.

It slips her mind.

After all, Karen and her husband weren't even supposed to be there, they weren't supposed to come with the kids. They had only relented because Gray had insisted and insisted – or so Karen had claimed on the phone when she had asked Claire for more tickets, there was also the divorce matter in play but Claire had been too busy to ask her sister, thinking there would be time later and now there is no time, no time at all.

Now, there are raptors and an Indominus Rex on the loose and Claire rolls with it all, even goes as far as leading a T-Rex with a flare (that's the photo that will make the headlines tomorrow but she doesn't know it yet) because they need more teeth and why not? What's a little more crazy to an already ridiculously mad day? All the time she runs from the huge T-Rex, there is a bubble of hysteric laughter stuck in her throat because Claire Dearing is being chased by a T-Rex and she's wearing high heels.

Then, when at last there are no more dinosaurs – she would never think about them as assets again, she has learnt her lesson the hard way – there are injured and non injured people to take care of : park's employees, customers, officials from Masrani Corp, and, above all, her nephews.

Gray is the one who collapses first, on the ferry back to the mainland, in ugly sobs that shake his whole body and Claire is at a loss for what to do so she hesitantly wraps her arms around his small frame and holds on for dear life. She tries to tell him everything will be okay but the words won't pass her mouth. Probably because they're lies.

Nothing will be okay.

His mother is dead.

Her sister is dead.

She keeps repeating the words in her head but it doesn't sink in just yet. It feels remote, distant. There is too much to do for her to ponder that mystery. She tries to reach for Zach but the teenager withdraws from her and she figures that some comes to term with reality quicker than others. It's funny, really, because Claire has always been the down-to-earth, no-nonsense kind of girls and you would expect her to accept disasters quickly and move on from them. Claire, she's finding out, is very good at adaptation but not so good at acceptance.

She doesn't know what to do with a weeping child and she doesn't know what to do with a shocked teenager, so she adapts. She looks up and searches the room with her eyes until she meets his. She doesn't know at which point they have become able to talk without actually talking but he's at her side in seconds, answering her silent distressed call, leaving the nursing of an old man's torn shoulder to a first aid qualified stranger. Owen, it turns out, knows what to do with shocked teenagers, so she hums a half forgotten lullaby and rocks Gray softly while Owen talks to Zach in a soft voice, all the while gripping her hand hard in his.

When the ferry arrives, Owen simply scoops up an exhausted sleeping Gray and there is no question as to where he is headed. He follows Claire semi-confident footsteps and doesn't comment when she books them a suite at the nearest hotel. She has no money but the company must have thought of that and called in advance because no one even asks for a credit card.

There are two bedrooms with en-suite bathrooms connected by a sitting room. Gray doesn't wake up when Owen places him down on the couch and Zach declines when she suggests he goes lie down in one of the bedrooms. She doesn't insist. She would rather have both of them in her line of sight anyway. That's why she tells Owen to take the first shower, she's not ready to be parted from her nephews. That and because...

"I have to call my mother."

He nods and glances at Zach who's still awake but well on his way to crash next to his brother even though the couch is too small for the both of them. Zach doesn't seem more able to leave Gray than she is able to let go of the both of them though.

"Maybe wait five minutes." he advises.

It's a good advice and she follows it, using the time to peel her heels from her blistered feet and waiting until she is sure Zach is sleeping to grab her cell phone. She takes a second to be amazed such a small and thin thing survived the day. The screen is barely scratched. She shouldn't be surprised though. Technology is more resistant than people nowadays.

The second she hears her voice her mother erupts in relieved sobs and it occurs to Claire, suddenly, that her mother has probably only been worried about her. Has Karen told her they were going to the park? Does their mother remember it was that particular day? Does she know she has almost lost her whole family and not just the daughter who doesn't call enough?

"Mom, Karen..."

And that's when, of all possible moments, the truth sinks in.

Karen is dead.

Karen is dead.

She doesn't get the words out but her mother doesn't need her too and she doesn't know who is crying the loudest, she only knows she wishes she could bury her face in her mother's eternal woolen cardigan. Someone gently detaches the phone from her hand and she watches, unable to stop crying as Owen crouches in front of her in nothing else than a towel secured around the hips, maintaining eye contact at all costs and speaking in the same soft voice he used with his raptors. She doesn't understand all the words but she does catch some.

"The boys are alright, Mrs Dearing. She's alright too. I will stay with them don't worry. I'm very sorry for your loss."

She doesn't resist when he draws her into his arms, she presses her face in his neck until it hurts and she lets him hold her through the sobs that wreck her body, only tightening her hold on him when it dawns on her that he has lost part of his family on that island too.

"The boys..." she whispers in a rough voice once she has cried all the tears she could cry. She's exhausted but she doesn't think she could sleep even if she tried. They have end up on a heap on the floor, with her almost sitting in his lap and it's uncomfortable and should be awkward but she can't even begin to worry about that. "Oh my god... The boys..."

That's something she hasn't yet considered.

"It's okay. They're fine for now." Owen tells her softly, running his fingers through her tangled hair. "Tomorrow's another story but we will deal with it when it comes."

The we unknots something in her stomach but...

"My mother can't take them. She's too old, she's..." Her sentence trails off. "Oh my god..."

"It's okay." Owen repeats, rubbing her back.

But it's not. It's not because...

"I don't know how to take care of kids!" she exclaims, working herself in a panic. "I..."

"Claire, we'll figure it out, okay?" Owen says, forcing her away from his chest. He frames her face with his hands until his green eyes are all she can see. "We will figure it out."

"We?" she sniffs.

It's asking a lot of someone who is not – despite her nephews' claims – her boyfriend. She doesn't even know what they are, a disaster of a date and a frantic kiss don't make a relationship. But perhaps a mad dash through prehistoric woods and being chased by monsters with claws and teeth do.

There is no hesitation in his voice when he answers her. "Yeah. We stick together, right?"

That last question does sound hesitant, vulnerable.

She realizes he doesn't have a pack anymore and maybe he doesn't know how to live without one any more than she knows how to take care of children.

"For survival." she whispers.

"For survival." he repeats. "And everything else."