𝗜 𝗕𝗶𝘁𝗲, 𝗕*𝘁𝗰𝗵.- Blue x Reader

𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝗡𝗼 𝗣𝗢𝗩

"Relax. You'll more likely die on a horse than a plane." Zia said, carrying her two carry-on bags with both her arms before walking up the plane's stairs. "No, I'm not. I won't ever get on a horse, so my chances are zero." Franklin argues back before placing his own bags on a small cart. "Planes are the safest way to travel." Y/n added, tucking her phone into her butt-pocket. "Oh, really? My cousin has a drone bigger than this." The boy snapped back. 

Y/n looked over at Claire, noticing her longing stare out towards the highway near them. She walked over, placing a hand on the woman's shoulder. "You okay?" She questioned. Claire looked down at Y/n before looking out again. "I hoped he would at least stop by.." She muttered. Y/n sighed deeply at Owen's absence, but gestured Claire onto the plane herself. 

Y/n sat down next to Claire in the small plane, buckling herself in before a loud groan was heard behind them. The females turn to see Owen sitting up from what seemed like a good sleep. "Owen?!" Y/n exclaimed, a small smile gracing her face. 

The man yawned, blinking slowly. "Didn't think you guys were ever gonna show up." Claire paused as Zia and Franklin walked into the plane. "Uh- this is Zia Rodriguez." Claire introduced the girl in front of her as she shook Owen's hand. "...And Franklin Web; system's analyst." Meanwhile, Franklin buckled himself in tight and clutched his bag close to his chest. 

Owen rose a brow. "Nervous flyer?" Y/n snorted as Franklin looked up at Owen. "Would you ride a 1,000 pound horse that's been abused all it's life?" "I've ridden a motorcycle through the jungle with a pack of raptors.." Owen replied, earning a concerned look from the light skin boy. "...We're not compatible. 

Just then, the plane's engine began to sound as it started to take off on the runway. After a few hours of silence, talking, snoring, and even complaining, the sight of the volcanic island was finally in view. They flew through the familiar, tall mountains before landing on a grassy land strip. 

Finally stepping off the plane, Y/n, Zia, and Franklin put their bags down together as Owen and Claire spoke to a man in charge of the whole mission, Ken Wheatley. "God, it's so hot!" Franklin complained, taking off his jacket. Y/n looked over at the large volcano ahead. "It's about to get a lot hotter."

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Y/n and the entire group sat in the back of a large military tank with other soldiers as Franklin sprayed an insane amount of bug spray on his arms. He looked over at everyone else. "Bug spray, anyone?" He gestured, to which no one agreed to. He paused for a moment. "...The T-rex would be dead by now, right?" 

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After a while of driving, they all arrived at the main park grounds, which were now covered head to toe in vines and trees. Y/n looked outside in worry at the thought of meeting the same dinosaurs all over again. "Bad memories?" Wheatley questioned; mainly to Owen. The man shrugged. "Some were good." 

After a large thud outside, the car stopped. Everyone looked out the windows in worry. "What was that?..Is it the T-Rex?" Franklin asked, clutching his bag even tighter. Zia looked outside as well before spotting something in the trees. "..I have to see this." She muttered before opening the door and running out of the car. "Hey! Miss!" Wheatley called after her, stepping out, too.