Summary: You can’t stand Owen Grady, so you’re less than thrilled when Claire sends you on an overnight trip with him out into the jungle.
Warning: N/A It’s just cheesy, clichéd tsundere fluff TO THE MAX!!
Author’s Notes: I originally posted this under a secondary tumblr account I made, but then decided to make a completely separate account for my fanfiction(since secondary accounts suck), so this had to be moved/reposted. Sorry for any confusion. (:
This is my first attempt at fanfiction and I have no idea if it’s any good or not, but if nothing else it was fun to write! I suck at titles! :’D
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You stood in Claire Dearing’s office and skimmed over the reports she had given you for your next assignment. You were in charge of the Jungle Exploration Team, a group whose main responsibility was to know anything and everything about the undeveloped areas of the Isla Nublar. Mostly you used this knowledge to help the ACU catch dinosaurs out of zone, or to find park guests who managed to wander off into restricted areas of the jungle. Occasionally though, you used your knowledge of the island to help Claire choose the site of a new attraction. That was your current assignment; they were planning to make some new attraction, and it was your job to find the best place for it. Naturally the details of the exhibit were classified, but whatever they were cooking up was going to be big. You had some space in mind on the Northern section of the island, but just as you were about to mention it to Claire something in the report caught your eye.
“Claire, you can’t be serious.” You groaned, twisting up your face in disgust. She didn’t even look up from her computer.
“I knew you wouldn’t like it, but there’s nothing I can do about it; you’re going on this job and Owen Grady is going with you.” Claire replied, her voice full of authority. You let out a over-exaggerated sigh.
Of all the people you had met while working at Jurassic World, Owen was by far the worst. Oh sure, he was nice to look at, but that’s about all he had going for him. You absolutely couldn’t stand the guy, and the feeling seemed to be mutual. When you first met him he’d acted like a total ass, and your feelings of distaste had only grown with every meeting. His smug attitude and constant flirting were two things in particular that irked you to no end. Truthfully, at first you had almost felt a little insulted when it seemed you were the only girl he didn’t try to flirt with, but now you just considered yourself lucky.
“But why?” You whined, “What’s such a big deal that I need to bring him along?”
“Look, I know how you feel–trust me I really do–but it’s out of my hands. This new exhibit is incredibly important for the park and Mr. Masrani seems to think that Owen will somehow be an asset to your team.” Seeing your sour gaze, she sighed and added, “Look, you’re still going to be the one in charge; just give him the worst jobs and keep him busy. You’ll only be out there overnight.”
“I doubt he’ll like the idea of taking orders from me.” You grumbled.
“Good morning sunshine.” Owen Grady smiled as he strolled up to you, looking smug as usual.
“Ah Grady, so nice of you to finally join us. I thought I was going to have to find you a replacement: I know a pig that would have filled your spot perfectly.” You shot back with a sarcastic smile.
“Damn, and here I was thinkin this trip would give us the chance to become friends.” He replied playfully.
“Not a chance in Hell.” You shot back quickly. “Since you’re the last one to show up, you can go ahead and start loading those bags into the truck. We’re leaving in 10.”
“Yes ma'am.” He said with a smile, then left to get to work. He was obviously messing with you by calling you “ma'am” but you were still more than a little surprised that he didn’t try to fight your authority. You had thought he would at least give you a hard time, or a sarcastic comment to try and knock you down a few pegs. It worried you a bit; he was way too eager to please.
You watched him as he loaded the bags into the truck, trying to figure out exactly what his game was. You were acutely aware of his arm muscles as they flexed, lifting the heavy equipment and tossing it into the truck with relative ease. You realized you were staring at him only after he happened to look your way. You tried to look stern, and you hoped you were far enough away that he couldn’t see the blush that spread across your face.
Whether by a stroke of bad luck or through the actions of the rest of the team, you and Owen ended up riding alone to the drop site while the rest of the crew piled into the second jeep. Know the area the best, you decided to drive. Owen sat shotgun and bickered with you back and forth about nothing in particular. He smiled and laughed at your jabs, and you pretended not to notice how handsome he was when he laughed, or that his arm had casually slid behind your seat.
You had expected him to be complaining about the whole situation, but he actually seemed to be fine with it. In fact, if you didn’t know any better you might think he was actually happy to be tagging along. And while it pained you to admit it, having him around wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. It was actually an enjoyable ride, and it seemed like no time at all that you were pulling up to your destination.
You, Owen, and the rest of the team quickly unpacked the jeeps and set off. After hiking a mile or so in to the dense, muggy jungle, you dropped you pack and instructed the other to do the same. You used a kerchief to wipe the sweat off the exposed skin around your neck, and chugged a canteen of water. You looked over and spotted Owen watching you, a smile on his face. Suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious, you cleared you throat and instructed everyone to set up camp.
“I’ll go ahead and get a head start on setting up the equipment.” You say, grabbing the a backpack of surveying equipment.
“You need any help with that?” Owen offered. Looking over at him, you start to blush. How could sweat make someone even more attractive?
“N-no. I’m fine,” You sputtered nervously, “this is more of a one-person job anyway.”
“But is it really safe for you to go out there alone? I don’t mind tagging along, even if it’s just to carry the equipment.” He asked, looking a bit concerned.
“It’s fine Owen. I’ve been out here a thousand times before, and I won’t be going too far.” You assured him as you started leaving. You glanced back just before the clearing faded from view, and you could see Owen staring in after you.
Several hours had past when you finally finished setting up the last piece of equipment. You wiped your sweaty forehead and looked up. Through the gaps of the trees you could see the sky was turning a pretty shade of orangey-pink, a sign the night would be settling in soon. You had finished just in time. You grabbed the walkie-talkie on your belt and called into camp, letting them know you were heading back.
It got dark quicker than you anticipated, and even with your flashlight the jungle became infinity more difficult to navigate. You were pretty sure you were heading in the right direction, but you were constantly stepping on rocks or tripping on roots. Getting lost in the jungle was no joke, particularly at night. You decided it would be safer to call your team and have them come get you. You pulled the walkie-talkie off your belt, but just as you pressed the button to call, your foot got caught on a root. You stumbled forward, tossing you flashlight and walkie-talkie as you fell. You screamed as your body crashed into a ravine, and you were awake just long enough to feel the pain of your head smacking hard against a rock at the bottom.
“…wake up…can you hear me? Hey!” You heard a voice calling your name. Your eyelids flutter open, and there was Owen Grady, looking at you with a face full of concern. “Oh thank God! You scared the shit out of me!”
“Owen? What are you..?” You moaned as you felt a splitting pain run through your head. You reached up your hand to touch the source of the pain, only to find Owen’s large hand already there. You realized then that he was cupping your head in his hands. You blushed, and quickly tried to sit up straight, but the sudden movement caused a wave of dizziness to flood over you.
“Hey, hey! You shouldn’t be move’n around too much. You must have hit your head pretty hard when you fell.” Owen said, smoothing you hair gently away from the wound on your head. “How does it feel?” His face was so close to yours, that even in the dark you could see your moonlit reflection in his eyes.
“I-It’s fine.” You managed to say as you looked everywhere but his face.
“Good.” He replied, but didn’t move his face away. A silence stretched out between you. You were inescapably aware of your heart pounding wildly in your chest, and the heat coming from his hands as they held your face gently.
“Um, Owen…” You start, still looking away. We weren’t really sure what to say, but you felt like you should say something.
“Look at me.” He ordered. Surprised by the sudden commanding tone, you instinctively did as you were told. Your eyes locked, and despite your embarrassment you couldn’t look away. His face slowly began to move closer to yours, giving you time to pull away. You weren’t sure if you couldn’t move, or if you just didn’t want to, but either way Owen took your stillness as a sign and closed the distance between you.
His soft lips pressed against yours, and you could feel his hot breath on your lips. His hand slid to the back of your head, pulling you in deeper. Your hands grabbed onto his chest as his other hand wandered down your side, resting on the small of your back. You felt a rush of heat flow through you from every place he touched. After a long, glorious moment, he released you, leaving you breathless. He rested his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. You couldn’t deny that every bit of you was enjoying this, but you also couldn’t deny that you were completely, utterly confused as to why it was happening. You wanted to ask him, but you didn’t want to risk ruining the moment. Luckily Owen knew exactly what you were thinking.
“You know when we first met, I thought you were the most amazing women I’d ever seen.” He said with a smile.
“What?” You asked, surprised. “But you acted like a total jerk.” Owen laughed.
“I know! Honestly you intimidated me. You were just so beautiful, but so tough; not to mention funny and just, well–just amazing. I didn’t know how to act. Usually I’d just use some stupid pick-up line, but you were different. So I ended up making a total ass of myself because I was so nervous, and after that it just kept getting worse and worse every time I saw you.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You made him nervous? How was that even possible?
“That’s why I was so happy I got to come out here with you; I thought it would be my chance to fix things. But when you never came back, I got so worried I thought I was gonna lose my mind. I decided that after I found you and made sure you were alright, the first thing I would do was kiss you.”
“Wait, you mean this whole time you weren’t actually an arrogant jackass, you were just nervous because you liked me?” You asked in pure disbelief.
“Well,” He said with a smirk, “I’m definitely an arrogant jackass, but yeah I was nervous.” He leaned in and kissed you neck, making you shiver. “I also think I’m in love with you.” He kissed you neck again, trailing kiss up you jaw until his lips returned to yours. You let him get in a few light quick kisses before pulling away.
“You know, I never said how I feel. I hated you until 10 minutes ago, remember?” You teased. He smiled.
“Oh, I plan on finding out exactly how you feel.” He said, leaning in for one more long, passionate kiss. “Right after I get you some medical attention.”
Y/N stared into the bathroom mirror, her hand steadily drawing a thin black line across her nude shadowed eyelids.
She stepped back for a moment before adding a slick of black mascara to her lashes.
She had opted for a pair of denim shorts with a flannel shirt thrown over her black bra. Her long hair had been gently curled and hung loose about her shoulders.
Y/N bit her lip, spritzed a little perfume onto her neck and grabbed her keys, heading for the door.
Dusk had fallen and the sounds of crickets filled the warm, summer air. The evening was perfect.
……………….
Thirty minutes later Y/N pulled up outside Owen’s bungalow.
Switching off the engine, she let out a long breath before checking her reflection one last time in the rear view mirror.
She apprehensively stepped out of the truck and made her way over to the bungalow, wiping down her clammy hands on her shorts as she did so.
She knocked on the door and waited but there was no answer.
Y/N frowned and gazed around. The lights were on, but the curtains were drawn closed.
She knocked again. “Hello?” she out called gently.
Y/N’s heart pounded. He had said 8 at his place, right? Had she just dreamt that?
She stepped back and bit her lip just as a sudden figure appeared around the side of the house.
“Hey, thought I heard your voice,” uttered Owen, walking around the porch to meet her.
He had changed from the outfit he was wearing earlier, now casual in black jeans and a white tight fitted tee but that same warm smile still lingering across his tanned face.
“Am I early?” she said a little tentatively, walking around to meet him. She pushed her long hair off her shoulder and looked at him with wide eyes.
Owen shook his head, gave a grin and grasped her hand slowly in his.
“No, it’s just that I’ve set up for us around here,” he uttered, tugging her around the porch.
As they turned the corner, Y/N’s breath almost caught in her throat at the sight that met her eyes.
On the warm grass, just in front of the beautiful moonlit lake was a picnic blanket surrounded by tiny candles in various jars and tins. They flickered gently in the evening breeze.
Y/N glanced up at Owen, his fingers still entwined with hers.
“Owen-“ she said, in a what was just a whisper.
He turned to her and in that moment all she could see…. all she could think about… was him. The guy who she had known all this time…
Y/N gave a smile as Owen beamed back.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” he said, suddenly letting go of her hand and disappearing into the bungalow.
Y/N slowly wandered over to the picnic blanket. So much thought and effort had gone into this. He had seen how much she had loved the lake yesterday and now he had done this…
Glow worms danced over the placid water as Owen reappeared once again.
“These….” he uttered suddenly holding something out towards her, “….are for you.”
Y/N gazed down.
In Owen’s hand was a beautiful, if a little crumpled, bouquet of flowers... tied with fishing wire.
The same flowers, Y/N had seen the previous day under Owen’s seat.
She blushed and took them from him.
“Owen they’re-“ she couldn’t finish her sentence. She couldn’t even find the right words.
She stared up at him. Were they meant for her all along?
She didn’t know what else to do… But she knew what she wanted to.
She leaned forwards and brushed her lips gently against his cheek.
A moment suddenly passed between them as she pulled away. Their faces close, their bodies closer…
But Y/N stepped away quickly.
She didn’t want to embarrass herself. There was no way a guy like him could feel the same.
Owen flung himself down onto his sofa, his head in his hands, his thoughts on Y/N and how he’d left the situation.
He knew he needed to tell her the truth.
He was a raptor trainer for God’s sake and an alpha.
And yet he couldn’t even tell his friend how he felt…
…………………………..
Y/N tossed and turned but couldn’t sleep. She kicked the covers off herself in irritation.
She had no idea what had gone wrong earlier.
Usually Owen had no issues with telling her his feelings or opinions on things.
And as she had said, she had always heard from his friends that he did ok when it came to women.
But just the thought of Owen being with another woman made her stomach churn and twist into knots.
She opened her eyes, staring up at the darkened ceiling and gave a grand sigh.
…………………………………..
Early the next morning Y/N awoke to the sound of an engine starting up outside her window.
Is that my truck? She thought to herself through a half-doze.
She heard the engine switch off and before she had time to register any more, she slipped back off to a gentle sleep.
……………………………….
Giving a great yawn, Y/N’s eyes fluttered open. She glanced over at her alarm clock.
10.07AM it read in large red letters.
She slunk down further under the sheet. She loved vacation days.
Giving a huge stretch and another yawn, she sat up and lifted the covers off herself, getting to her feet.
Did she hear someone outside this morning or was that just a dream?
She headed sleepily over to the front door, pulling it open.
There was no one there apart from her truck, sitting where Owen had towed it the day before.
She sighed, making to turn to go inside but something caught her eye.
She narrowed her eyes, noticing a piece of paper that had been stuck under her windshield-wiper, that was fluttering gently in the early morning breeze.
She hopped down her porch steps and padded across the warm grass with bare feet.
She cautiously leaned over and plucked the small scrap of paper from its holding place and stared down at it.
Written in a messy scrawl were the words. “I’m sorry – O”.
Y/N smiled to herself and moved around to her truck where her keys were sitting in the ignition. She carefully turned them and the truck stared up instantly.
She stared down at the note once again and held it to her for a long moment. Biting her lip she turned and headed inside.
She knew exactly where she was going to drive her now-working truck.
She was going to drive to the raptor cages and find Hoskins. Job or no job, she was finally going to tell him exactly where he could shove his proposition.
