One of Them (Jurassic World fanfiction)

II

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Sun shone in the sky, Owen being the only one working outside on the house he wanted to build for some time. I agreed to help him and then move in with him since I have practically no one left except for Claire, but who knows where that woman disappeared off to. But even though I agreed to help Owen in building, I'm sitting inside of the van and smiling sadly at old photos I managed to get from my old house back on Isla Nublar.

In the album are mostly photos from my childhood, but also from Jurassic World. There are photos when I used to live with my uncle and dig fossils with him and Ellie, few photos from school but those are mainly about me and Owen, then there are few from high school, my birthday and then only Isla Nublar. I have few new photos to add in but I'm too lazy to buy glue.

It's hard to look at those with my uncle and pretend like his sudden disappearence from my life didn't affect me. Because it hurt. It hurt so bad to only imagine his face in my head and right away know he left because I was selfish. He wanted to keep me safe, away from any danger that could harm me in any way, and he seek danger in dinosaurs. Yet I do not regret my decision. Not at all.

Maybe I didn't fully figured myself out, but I found new friends, new family when I couldn't be with my bloodline one. I gained new memories, confidence, strenght, and also new type of anger, sorrow and disappointment.

I feel like it's all my fault that Inza escaped, went rogue and then died in jaws of Mososaur. Oh, how I miss her. And Rexy. There wasn't a day I stopped thinking about Rexy at least 5 seconds.

Time to time I'm asking myself in my head if I should go back to Isla Nublar to check on her, how she's doing, or if she's even alive. Every time I shake that thought off my head, knowing there're obstacles in the first place.

First: the island is full of dinosaurs that can think of me as food than a friend, which gives me zero protection, especially when I don't know if Rexy is still alive or not. (I hope she is)
Second: I don't know what would I tell Owen.
Third: I have no idea how to get on the island, nor know anyone that could get me there.

Because of that I can only hope Rexy and other dinosaurs I grew to like and care for are doing well. Which is almost all of them.

"Jay! Bring me more nails!" I was snapped from my daydreaming, letting go of the velociraptor tooth that's hanging around my neck since I can remember. Yes, until today I wear this gift from my uncle. It's the only thing I have left of him, if we don't count the old shirt I stole from him cause I liked it.

I should be helping Owen with building the house, and I do help him,.......but not at the moment. Either way I know he got already used to it.

With sigh and my shoulders dropping, my hand closes the album and I put it back on the shelf, turning around to grab the nails. I stop in my tracks when I see the mess inside the van and no sight of nails.

Crap. When did he manage to create such a mess?

After five long minutes of searching for certain thing, I cheer in my head when my eyes land on the box full of nails and grab it, walking out. With my hand I shield my eyes from the sunlight, not used to the brightness after hours of being hidden in the van.

Once my eyes adjust, I notice Owen standing not far from me with his back facing me, taking a look at the house he's building, or the beginning of it. Right away devilish grin appears on my lips.

From years of training and repeating the same thing over and over, with almost unhearable footsteps I sneaked behind Owen and jumped on his back. He was startled at first and almost lost balance, but managed to keep us both up, on insticts his hands grabbing my thighs to support my weight.