Title: Primary

Rating: M for violence and mature themes, including drug use and language.

Summary: Blue Aldrich is the stepchild of one of the richest men in the world – too bad he hates her and only tolerates her for her mother's sake. Fortunately Blue's got her older stepbrother, Nathan, as an ally. But when Nathan and his rich friends decide to go to the Hamptons for some adult-free partying, their father makes Blue go too. Too bad for Blue they're not really going to the Hamptons, but a hot new illegal nightclub at an old InGen base on an island off Costa Rica. Blue's already suspicious because of the old InGen rumors, but when dinosaurs start bursting through the walls to attack the partiers, it's every man for themselves. But Blue makes an unexpected ally that just might help her survive the night…

Author's Note: I have been a huge fan of Jurassic Park, both the book and the films (the first one is the best) for years, and have long wanted to do a fanfic for them. While I know I can't quite capture Michael Crichton's scientific and detailed manner of writing, I hope that I managed to do his work justice. Rest in peace!

Also, "Raptor Red" the book that Blue gets the name of the raptor from, is an amazing book that I highly recommend all dinosaur lovers check out. And as always, thanks for reading!

Blue Aldrich hurried down the hallway, her shoes making thoroughly loud thumping noises on the luxurious carpet. Checking her watch, she decided that it would be quicker to slide down the banister instead of taking the stairs, and hopped onto the finely polished and carved banister before sliding down with expertise.

Sticking the landing with a loud thump, Blue walked as quickly as she could without breaking into a full run. She had just passed the front sitting room and had almost reached the front door when a commanding voice rang out, making her freeze. Her hand, which had reached out to seize the door handle, curled back into a fist and she lowered her arm. Rolling her eyes, Blue turned back to the front sitting room.

"Where do you think you're going looking like that?" Mr. Aldrich demanded, his grey eyes boring into her from over his copy of the Wall Street Journal.

"To the ECO Station; I volunteer there, remember?" Blue knew that he didn't remember. He didn't care.

Stanley Aldrich didn't say anything, but his eyebrows flinched to show his disapproval. Charity balls, donations and fundraisers were all well and good – they kept one in the public eye and garnered good publicity – but spending all day with filthy animals? To Stanley Aldrich's eyes, it was a waste of time. An internship or summer school would have been time better spent.

"Darling, do you really have to wear those horrid clothes?" Delilah Aldrich glanced over at her daughter and waved a hand airily, not really taking her attention away from the latest fashion magazine. The only thing Delilah Aldrich, née Anderson, cared about more than fashion was gossiping with her girlfriends… or on the telephone… or on facebook… anywhere, really.

"I have to wear clothes I don't mind getting ripped up or dirty in." Blue explained with thinly veiled impatience.

"Just be sure to come in through the side entrance. We don't need you stinking up the house or leaving dirty shoeprints." Mr. Aldrich said, going back to his journal.

Knowing when she was dismissed, Blue bit back a sarcastic retort and left, taking care to slam the door on her way out. Yes, it was immature and stereotypical of a teenager but it made her feel better.

On her way to the beat up VW Beetle that she was proud to call her own (although she still needed to fix the dent from the time she'd backed into a pole at the gas station) her phone rang. Upon seeing the caller I.D., Blue picked up with a smile.

"Hey, Nate the Great."

"Hey, primary!" Her stepbrother's gently teasing voice was enough to make her day go from a zero to a ten. He'd long ago thought up the nickname as Blue was, after all, a "primary color".

"What's shaking?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm heading out to the ECO Station. They need someone to take care of the rat room and they're getting the bobcats' toenails trimmed and that is an adventure in itself, so–"

"Are you still at the house?"

"Yeah; I'm just getting into my car. Mr. Aldrich and Wife No. 166 are both in the front sitting room. Tell me, are we the only family that reads an actual paper-and-ink newspaper anymore?"

"Okay, that's all I needed to know."

"Why, what did you do this time?"

"It's nothing I did; it's what I want to do." Nathan explained. Blue smiled in spite of herself and shook her head, digging her keys out of the pocket of her worn and holed-filled jeans.

"Do I want to know?"

"It's nothing major; I just need 166 to be there to help sway him. You know how she is about 'indulging the kids'."

"Well, you have to keep 'em happy to keep 'em out of your hair." Blue reminded him, getting in and starting the car.

"You have to let the old bastard pay for the car." Nathan insisted. It was an old argument, and Blue would've hated him bringing it up if she wasn't one hundred percent sure it came from a place of love.

"And make him resent me even more? He hates me for breathing the same air that he does, Nate. This is my baby, and I'm getting her patched up on my own." Blue insisted.

"Don't talk on the phone while driving."

She could almost see his wink. "I'll see you tonight."

"Unfortunately. Bye-bye, Bluebird."

The phone call ended.

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"So how's the family thing going?" Anna asked, pushing her long black hair out of the way. She had dyed the middle part white, so it looked kind of like a skunk, but it was an improvement over the time she'd tried dying it orange.

"Terribly. Mom's the usual but I'm never going to get used to my step." Blue carefully avoided the 'dad' part of the last word.

"I'm sure he'll warm up to you." Anna said optimistically. She hefted up the bag of feed pellets and poured it into the various bowls. Blue picked up the bowls and slipped them into the rat cages with a practiced hand, moving quickly and surely before one of the little buggers got bold and tried to bite her.

"Anna, he hasn't warmed up to his own son. And Nate's his own son, DNA and everything." Blue pointed out. She picked up the broom lying by the door and began to sweep up the shavings the rats had knocked loose.

"Well, at least the money is nice. Being a billionaire's daughter has its perks, whether the billionaire likes you or not." Anna pointed out.

"If that was true, Judas would've kept the thirty pieces of silver." Blue said acidly. "Which reminds me, why won't you let me pay for your air conditioner?"

"Because I don't take pity money any more then you let us treat you differently." Anna said staunchly.

"Anna, my allowance money is sitting in my dresser gathering dust, as is my credit card. Let me pay for the damn air conditioner." Blue finished sweeping and dumped it all in the trash before turning to refill the waters in the cages. "It's not pity money, it's one friend helping out another."

"What about that car of yours? It could use a paint job, among other things." Anna brought out the vegetables from the fridge and divided them among the various cages.

"I'm taking care of my own car with my own money, thank you. Not some crumbs that my step gave me out because he felt obligated to."

Danny barged in the door, tough gloves on and baseball cap askew. "Feeding time!" He said in a sing-song voice.

"Danny, really? We're feeding them right now." Anna said, annoyed.

"What better time to nab 'em then when they're distracted by their munchies? They're only here as reptile food anyway." Danny pointed out. He reached into a cage, selected a rat, picked it up by its tail and swung it, smacking its head hard on the flat of his hand. The unfortunate rat was out cold.

Danny departed with his prize to the feeding cages; temporary cages where they put the snakes and other reptiles in order to feed them.

Blue noticed the trail of red dots on the floor. "Danny, you gave the rat a nosebleed again." She called after him. Sighing, she grabbed a sponge from the kitchen and wiped up the drops. "I'd make an excellent mob cleaner at this rate." She muttered.

"So how's your mother?" Anna said.

"166? Oh, she's just fine. She's sitting pretty, as a matter of fact. Money to buy all the things she wants, a big home and unlimited minutes on her cell phone. She's in heaven." Blue said. Her tone was pitying rather than acidic, as it had been when speaking of her stepfather.

"Why do you call her that?" Anna asked as the girls left the rat room.

"Did you ever watch The Munsters?" Blue asked.

"I've seen a couple episodes, when they were showing on TV Land. Why?"

"Well Lily Munster was the daughter of Grandpa Munster and his 166th wife. Although he's had tons of wives, it's never stated if 166 was his last wife or not." Blue explained. "The point is, Mr. Aldrich has been married so many times and had so many girlfriends that everyone's lost track of exactly how many, but my mom's the only one with a daughter; hence, the nickname."

"Not the nicest of parallels." Anna observed.

"Yeah, well, Nate and I aren't the nicest of people." Blue said. The acid note was back in her tone.

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Stanley Aldrich had, indeed, been married numerous times, as well as having several girlfriends, paramours, lovers, mistresses, and flings. Whatever you would care to call a female with whom one has an intimate relationship, no matter how brief, Stanley Aldrich had dozens. It was unusual, as the adjectives you would use to describe Stanley Aldrich were the same ones you would use to describe cold marble, but he had a George Clooney/Old Hollywood-esque charm and manner about him when he decided to use it. It had gained him many friends and business associates in his younger days, and continued to get him women no matter what age.

Born into an old and respected family that had inhabited the Upper East Side since its creation, Aldrich had not only been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, but had taken that silver spoon and run with it, building a business empire – mostly in banks. His first wife, Kimberly Williams, was like himself, and had been a business decision more than anything else. The fact that she had given him an heir before dying of ovarian cancer was only a side benefit.

Since Kimberly's death, Mr. Aldrich had never had a marriage that lasted more than two years. His current marriage to Delilah had just passed the five-month mark and the general consensus was a year and a half at the most. No more children had been born to him, and for that he seemed grateful. He barely tolerated his son and allowed Nathan to be raised by nannies, tutors and prep school teachers. The very existence of a stepdaughter was something he seemed to abhor, and the mere mention of Blue's name or any allusion to her would make his jaw clench and his eyebrows flinch.

He had made it very clear that, although Blue had taken his name when her mother did and was legally his daughter, she would receive nothing. She had a monthly allowance and whatever lessons or activities money could buy her, but she was kept from as many societal gatherings as was possible (not that she wanted to attend) and the entire business empire and anything else owned by Mr. Aldrich would go to Nathan.

Blue didn't want the money, or the business, or any of it. She didn't even want Stanley Aldrich to like her. After all, she certainly didn't like him. She just wanted him out of her life; possibly just as much, if not more than, Stanley Aldrich wanted Blue out of his. She would have been happy to hitchhike it to L.A. or something if it weren't for Nathan.

Nathan was an unexpected benefit. The only good thing in her entire mess of a home life, really. Blue had fully expected to hate him, but was pleasantly surprised to find Nathan charming, nice, thoughtful, intelligent, and laidback. They got along well together, had enough in common and enough in contrast to ensure that their time together was not boring, and found in one another unlikely allies against their despised parental unit. Well, the shallow Delilah was not so much despised as pitied (and, on occasion, manipulated).

Blue's mother came from "old stock", but her family had long since lost everything other than their name, and Delilah was unlucky enough to have expensive tastes so, in the interest of survival and comfort, had become what is crudely referred to as a "gold-digger". She worked up the corporate ladder (in her own, feminine way) and was the girlfriend of a C.E.O. when she'd fallen for the Aldrich charm and, six months later, found herself the wife of one of the five richest men in the world.

Far too busy with parties and shopping to bother about things such as motherhood, Delilah took an indulgent attitude towards her offspring, both those gained through biological means and marriage (Blue as the result of a tryst between Delilah and a nameless underling she'd bedded to relieve some tension), seeing arguing and disciplining as a waste of time. Let children be children, and so on and so forth.

In short, Blue had the happy home that graced so many rich American households. Ah, the joy of family.

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When Blue arrived home that afternoon (entering the massive manor by the side entrance as ordered), there was a petition in full swing going on in one of the back rooms. Knowing a bargaining session when she heard it, Blue removed her animal-poop covered shoes and slipped quietly into the room.

Yes, just as she had suspected, Nathan was trying to convince "the old bastard" to let him do something. This time, he appeared to be asking permission to go to the Hamptons for a week with some friends.

"It's spring break, Dad."

Blue winced inwardly. Mr. Aldrich hated being addressed as anything other than 'sir' or 'Father' by his children. Nathan often called him 'Dad' to rile him up, but it wasn't the best tactic when trying to earn a favor.

"You and Delilah won't even be using the house until summer. I'll keep it clean and I won't break anything. It'll give the house a chance to air out after being closed up since last August. And I know you want me out of your hair since I don't have school to keep me occupied.

"I've gone on vacations with friends before, and to much farther locations then the Hamptons. Not to mention it's my freshman year and I've been busting my ass over school – we all need a break to relax before we jump into finals prep."

Nathan looked like he might go on, but Mr. Aldrich held up a hand. That hand gesture always looked like he was poised to slap someone, at least to Blue.

"You can go…"

Nathan looked like he was restraining himself from fist pumping or jumping for joy.

"…as long as you take her with you." Mr. Aldrich's eyes flicked to Blue before looking back at Nathan.

"I do have a name, you know." Blue said sweetly.

Nathan's eyes bugged just a tiny bit, but Blue noticed. Looking back, she should've known that something was up then, because Nathan's eye-bugging was his quickest tell.

"But… but…" Nathan sounded like he was trying to wet a suddenly dry throat.

"There is no argument on the matter." Mr. Aldrich said in a voice that meant it was final. "You will go, and you will be taking Blue with you."

"There; that wasn't so hard, was it?" Blue said, keeping her voice just on the edge of sugary-sweet.

"It will be fun! Blue's never been to the Hamptons before, and I'm sure she'll make friends and stay out of your way; won't you, darling?" Delilah smiled at her daughter, and Blue blinked. She hated how her mother's smile always made her insides twist.

"When were you planning on leaving?" Mr. Aldrich asked – well, it actually sounded more like a demand.

"Tomorrow morning. My friends were going to pick me up at eight." Nathan explained.

"Short notice." Mr. Aldrich said. It was phrased like an observation, but everyone knew it was a reprimand.

"I'm sorry… sir." Nathan said apologetically.

Without a word, Mr. Aldrich started to leave the room. "I'll expect you back when?" He asked.

"Next week sometime; I'll let you know." Nathan assured him.

Mr. Aldrich left without a word.

"Well, I hope you have fun!" Delilah said brightly. She rose from where she'd been stretched out on the sofa. "I have a charity meeting to get to and I doubt I'll be up before ten tomorrow, so I'll see you next week!"

She gave Blue a kiss on the cheek, patted Nathan on the cheek, and drifted out of the room like she was on a stage.

There was a sudden feeling of finality, as if this goodbye was more than just for a week, and although Blue was at a loss as to how to explain it, she felt it settle strongly upon her, as if a cloak had been wrapped about her shoulders and drawn close.

Blue didn't really believe in premonition, but in looking back on it, something about Nathan's attitude must have struck a chord in her, awaken some ancient survival instinct, because a part of her knew that something was wrong then.

If only she had known just how wrong everything would get.

And there you have it! The first chapter! Please review and let me know how I'm doing! This is unbetaed, as always, so reviews are a great way to help me improve.

Note: There is a real ECO Station in Culver City. It's a wildlife rescue center for exotic animals, and they take in wildlife that has been smuggled into the country or kept as pets and abused (a lot of their animals are given to them by the Department of Fish and Wildlife). I volunteered there for a couple of years, and it's an amazing place. Be sure to google it and check it out!

Dedication: Forgive me for not saying this earlier, but this story is dedicated to the amazing T, my "brain twin" and a fellow Jurassic Park fan. Thanks for insisting I write this plot bunny down, T! Love you!