Hey guys! Houdini here, I saw Jurassic World on Monday and I LOVED it. If you cannot tell, I adored that little raptor named Blue. The bond between alpha and beta was just...asdfghjkll;;. Haha, anyways, here's a little fic. I wrote this one like, an hour after I got home from the movie. Admittedly I found some parts a little hard to swallow, like, how did Claire run at full speed through a jungle and from a T. Rex?!

*ahem* Anyways, I shall stop before scientific me goes on about the inaccuracies in the raptors and various others...

Houdini signing off now! Enjoy! Oh! and please leave a review. If you guys like this, I might just continue it! Everyone likes feedback right? Okay!

Have a fic!

Where was alpha?

Where was the one called Delta?

Echo?

Charlie?

The beta had no alpha. This was confusing. What was she supposed to do?
Ah.

She knew.

Millions of years of evolution didn't rely on a surrogate alpha.

It relied on how well she could survive.

Still. She needed order. A hierarchical lifestyle had imprinted on her psyche as had her alpha. She wanted it back. She wanted her alpha.

No matter how loudly, or long she called there were no responding clicks or barks. No familiar whistles.

The blue-streaked raptor shook her head and trudged on through the muddy forest. She went on for several yards until she stayed still.

Scenting the air, opening her jaw and closing it, letting the scent wash over her. A Gallimimus. And it was weak.

The raptor stalked in the undergrowth, watching the herbivore as it moved slowly, head held low. She tilted her head, it was sick.

However when Blue leaped out, that sickle-claw flicking forward to her target, the dinosaur trumpeted and made a mad dash for the field. It was unsteady on its feet and soon tripped, allowing Blue a chance to pounce.

Which she did and with a swift bite to the back of the head, the Gallimimus stopped its struggles. Blue ripped into the belly of the creature, savoring the hot blood that ran down her throat.

She froze, hearing a roar not too far.

That was a warning.

Quickly the velociraptor bolted down as much meat as she could, looking about warily every few moments.

Something about the owner of that roar was familiar.

Ah.

The crashing through the trees, the guttural growl.

Rexy.

Blue hissed at her one-time-ally.

This was the rule of the Wild.

Eat or be eaten.

Rexy was faster than Blue remembered.

She'd recovered.

While feeding on old carrion was what she'd settled for for the past month and a half, rotten meat was old. And this creature was taking what was rightfully hers.

She lunged for Blue, massive jaws snapping shut just inches away from the raptor's tail, who squawked and dove away. The Tyrannosaur was not finished with her. She lumbered after, and Blue dashed through the jungle, looking for a place to hide. Rex didn't have much of an advantage in these forests where the trees grew thick and limited space to maneuver for something as big as the larger theropod. But Rex wasn't giving up. The Gallimimus was hers. Blue needed to know that.

Blue squawked as she hit open plains.

She turned and darted back into the woods, through the Rex's legs which confused her for a moment before she turned, hitting and felling a few sapling birch trees in the process. The Tyrannosaurus had endurance, Blue had speed and stamina. She doubled back over the Gallimimus and kept going for quite some way before she realised Rex had finally just settled for the dead dinosaur.

The raptor growled and shook herself and went to find water.

There was a lake deeper in the woods.

She could smell the water, smell the plant eaters nearby. She padded along to the waters' edge to take a drink. Blue eyed the several nervous dinosaurs around the water. A Dilophosaurus was ambling over to the water, it didn't notice Blue, but the second it did...it would not be pretty.

She backed into the trees.

It was too late.

The Dilophosaurus hissed at her and Blue had no choice but to give a harsh growl back.

Showing weakness, even fleeing from this challenge would give the smaller creature an edge on her the next time they clashed, at least, make it think it did, at that moment a second Dilophosaur crept out, hissing in fury.

The raptor growled. She wasn't going to be fighting this. She'd rather live.

Blue lunged through the bushes to find a safe place to lay low.

It was later that night when Blue heard the helicopters. She watched them from atop a cypress knee of a positively ancient tree. She growled.

It was what took her alpha away.

Could he be returning?

She leaped off the tree root and waded away through the muck, having to move constantly in an effort to keep herself from sinking. Blue followed the sound of salvation-at least, she hoped it would be.

She found herself running at full speed over the plains, ignoring the various dinosaurs as they shied away from her, one thing on her mind. She would watch, just out of sight.

And she did, in a clump of bushes she watched, scenting the air for any familiar scent. Barry.

And...

There.

Alpha.

Owen.

She chirruped and started out of the bushes when something made her freeze.

The little red dot trained on her chest told her that she should wait.

Alpha turned around.

"Blue." He murmured, shock evident in his eyes. Owen's eyes lit up and he smiled happily, but not once, not once did he break eye contact. "Lower your weapon." he insisted, but the dot, wavering madly, did not break from its target. The owner of the gun seemed to be a young man, and this particular young man was frightened beyond calculation.

"Lower. Your. Fucking. Weapon." Owen commanded.

BANG.

Blue gave a squeal of pain and went down.

"NO!" Owen shouted and tackled the offending man. "I had her under control you half-wit!" he snarled and punched the poor guy over and over until Barry lugged him off.

"Calm yourself, Owen!" he snapped and shoved him off the guy who was groaning.

Owen turned to his poor raptor who's legs kicked out feebly in an attempt to get away. "Nononono, Blue." Owen dashed to the raptor who squawked in protest and snapped at him. Owen tumbled back before the raptor could cause any serious damage. "Easy girl," he knelt by her side, and watched in absolute horror as her movements became slower. "Barry, get the vet." he insisted; when Barry didn't budge, he snarled the command louder and the other man went off.

Blue watched her alpha. How could he let them hurt her?
He was supposed to protect...

Her vision went dark, blurred forms, one she recognised, others were less clear. She groaned and she saw no more.

Owen stared.

He had no words.

All this money, all this time.

All this taken, to look for Blue.

And it was all wasted, just because of one scared kid who knew no better.

Owen cursed, eyes not leaving Blue's body.

Wait.

Could it be?

Yes.

There it was. Again. Owen allowed a grim smile to creep to his face.

The vet arrived. "She's still alive, do what you can here, we need to get her back to the mainland."
Barry wasn't all too happy with that proposition but he had nothing better to suggest so he helped the vet and Owen get the injured raptor onto a stretcher.

All the while, Owen was stroking the raptors' large head, whispering unheard words of encouragement. The man had been devastated when the rest of the pack had been killed by the Indominus but having his girl back, this was what he'd been waiting for. Barry sighed and secured the raptor to the floor of the helicopter in the back, it was impractical, but the three armed men could deal, for Barry and Owen were up front. Blue was motionless except for the occasional rise and fall of her sides in a labored manner.

She didn't have long.