Brave {[Owen Grady/Chris Pratt/Jurassic World Fanfiction]}

Brave - Chapter IX

Brave

Chapter IX

He was at outside his house, fixing his bike. He was about to go back to the paddock, to spend time with Sam and Sarah, but his bike needed fixing. He had been putting it out for long now, so he thought of getting his hand on it while Barry looked out for the two girls.

Busy checking a few things on the side of his motorcycle, he heard a car engine roaring and stopping almost just right next to him. Seeing that it was the uptight woman he dated once, he smirked. She found him eventually. Not that he doubted Barry gave away his locations, but if she wasn't able to find him in the paddocks, his bungalow would be the next place in anyone's mind.

"Mr. Grady" greeted Claire.

"It's Owen. Stop addressing me 'Mr. Grady', that's my father." he said.

"Owen, I need you to come and check something out with me," Claire, who's rigged in an all white outfit, said.

"Why would I wanna do that?" he asked.

Owen gulped down from his bottle of pop and stood up. Whatever CLaire was talking about, he didn't want to be involved.

"Every time we unveiled a new attraction, attendance has spiked."

"You giving me that crap?" he spun around and raised a brow at her. "Really?"

"Can we just focus on the asset?" she sighed.

"The asset?" he said, emphasizing every word.

"Okay, we need to talk."

"You wanna talk about this here? Or in the bungalow?" his eyes lit up playfully.

"That's not funny!" she snapped.

He chortled. "It's a little funny!"

"Look, Mr. Masrani wants you to check the paddock for any vulnerabilities" Claire said as she followed him.

"Why me?" he asked as he went around his bungalow.

"You're good with the velociraptors. If you can control them, maybe you can control-" he cut her off.

"You see with you, it's all about control. You never realized that it's a relationship." he tipped his head on the side.

"They're dinosaurs." she said.

"You see, that's why we had a bad date!" turning his back again, going back to his bike. "What kind of diet doesn't allow tequila?"

"All of them, actually." she said with amusement, "and what kind of guy goes to a date on boardshorts?"

"It's Central America. It's hot here." he answered, facing her.

Owen clicked his tongue. "These animals are thinking: 'I gotta eat. I gotta hunt. I gotta...' " he said, making a pumping motion with his hand in the air. "You gotta be able to relate to at least one of those things."

"Can't we just go?" she asked irritably.

"You go right ahead, I'll just take care of something." he said turning his back and going inside his bungalow.

She rode her car, dismayed. Everytime she talks with Owen, it goes on a limbo. She wanted to have at least a pleasant conversation, if not enjoyable. She wondered what was the reason behind why they couldn't really get along. Shaking her head with disappointment, she started up her car and drove.

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"Where are you?" It was Claire's voice on the radio.

Owen fished out the device out of his shirt pocket, "I'm in the paddocks. I just had to do some thing first."