"Hold on to your butts."
When Zach Mitchell stepped onto the island of Ilsa Nubar he expected to see dinosaurs, margaritas, and hot girls but what he didn't expect was to be chased by a biologically unnatural dinosaur with rage issues. Dana Grady...
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To say that Dana was having a bad day would be the understatement of the century. First, a power hungry idiot tried to use her pack for military advantages. Second, she'd befriended a boy and his bratty older brother; not really a bad feat as it would seem. Thirdly, a giant hungry dinosaur chased them off a cliff and she'd almost drowned. And now she had fallen through the floor onto a metal stove. For lack of better words, today sucked.
Dana did her emergency head-to-toes check. She wiggled her toes, nothing broken there, she squirmed her torso and winced; she definitely bruised a rib. Next, came her arms, she didn't have anything that felt broken there. 'So far, so good.' She could handle bruised ribs, hell Blue had broken two of her ribs when she was nine by pouncing on her during training. Dana ran her tongue over her lip and winced when she tasted blood.
"Dana?" Zach's panicked voice broke through the darkness. "I'm okay!" She shouted back. She feared for a moment or two when things went silent again but then two light beams scattered around the room, bringing a total of three lights in the abandoned kitchen.
With the added lights, she could faintly see a red stain in the shape of a hand on the broken tile floor, it was obviously old and dry but the sight made her squirm.
The large metal door busted open to reveal a dissolved Zach, he ran full speed to her aid, his red hoodie flailing behind him like Superman's cape. His hands held her face as he checked her over with his eyes, his thumbs brushed her cheeks as though he was trying to convince himself that she was really there. There and laying on a stove, "Jesus, Dana, are you ok?" He exclaimed after examining her throughly with his eyes.
She laughed, despite the current situation she was in; she laughed, "Yeah, I'm fine." Then, she looked around her. Dana noticed the lack of twelve-year old boy, "Wait, where's Grey?" This caused Zach to go into another fit of panic. "He was right here!" He looked around frantically for his younger brother.
Zach looped his arms around Dana's waist and helped her to her feet, she tested her weight shakily, his grip on her middle was still tight, "Z, I'm good. We have to find Grey." He nodded firmly, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Let's go find my brother."
The pair of teenagers ran through the doors of the resort kitchen to the main lobby, both yelling and shouting for the boy.
"Guys?" An amused voice called as they searched. Zach, as he would later said that he absolutely did not, screamed, long and high in pitch. "Grey!" Dana scolded, rushing at him to hug him tightly, "You scared us."
He laughed, uncaring that he'd caused them both minor ventricular fibrillations, "I found something." Zach did something that surprised the two other memembers of his party. He sprinted to his curly haired brother and wrapped his arms around him and held him to his chest firmly. "I'm so sorry, G. I'm so so sorry." Grey would later claim that he felt drops of wetness fall onto his hair, Zach would deny that he'd cried. The youngest of the Mitchells detangled himself from his brother's embrace.
"Let's get off this island. All of us." Grey said confidently. Dana smiled at him warmly, "So what'd you find?" Instead of answer, he ran out to a garage-type room.
Dana stared around herself, "Do you think any of these work?" She asked in reference to the Jurassic World Jeeps.
"1992 Jeep Wrangler Sahara, Sand Beige." Grey commented, Dana was impressed, "You know your stuff, kid." Zach looked around and then turned his gaze upon his brother, "You remember when we fixed up Grandpa's old Malibu, right?" Grey nodded, "Yeah."
Dana raised a dark brow, "You think you can get one of these running?" The eldest boy nodded. "It's our best bet." She turned her gaze on the dust darkened sky, thunder rumbled in the distance before rain poured down, "We'd better wait this out until morning." She suggested, moving to a cabinet to retrieve spare blankets. As if on cue, Grey yawned loudly, "Sorry," he said sheepishly, Dana chuckled and pulled him to a cleared spot where she made a makeshift bed of blankets and spare car seats.
"I'll get started." Announced Zach, working on the car, a lot of the parts that he needed were in the tool boxes that Dana had dragged off of a shelf. "Zach?" She asked quietly, he hummed to show that he was listening. "Can we talk. Privately." Dana grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the lobby.
Once she was sure that Grey wouldn't wake and hear them, she smacked the back of his head. Hard. He yelped, "What was that for?!"
"Why didn't you listen to me! I said to go back! If you'd have listened then we wouldn't have had to jump off a cliff! Why couldn't you have just listened?!" He tried to intervene her rant but she held up her hand to stop him. "No, don't talk. Listen. You were reckless, you should listened to me, Zach. Why didn't you just listen?"
In typical Zach fashion, he threw caution and consequences to the wind and lurched forward to press his lips firmly to hers. ~~~~~ A/N: I'm back! This update was brought to you by the birthday of my beautiful, brilliant, amazing Beta MadisenHennessey happy 17th! Comment, vote, add, etc. Thank you for all of the reads!!
