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artistic-writer · 6 years ago

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Love Finds a Way :: CS Jurassic World AU :: Ch 8

Title: Love Finds a Way by @artistic-writer

Summary: Emma Swan is the Head of Operations for David Nolan’s exotic adventure park, Jurassic World. She has a son, Henry, and is loved and respected by her colleagues. Her life was perfect until a new dinosaur the park created, Indominus Rex, decided to escape. Oh, and her one night stand, Killian Jones - he’s there to help contain the asset. Just to complicate things even more. Jurassic World AU.

Rating: M (for people getting eaten)

Also on: AO3 - FF

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRYSTAL! I hope you like this little bit of excitement and accept it as my gift to you on this glorious celebration of your birth! Welcome to 21 again! ;) And thank you to @resident-of-storybrooke for your eyes <3

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“Emma, should we talk about this?” Killian finally broke the silence between them as they headed towards the raptor compound.

“About what?” Emma asked dumbly as she stared out the window into nothing but rolling green fields. “We kissed,” she shrugged.

“Aye, we kissed, and then you said ‘we’,” Killian clarified. He took his eyes off the road for a second to stare at her profile. “‘We’,” he repeated a little louder in the hopes she would look at him.

“Did I?” Emma turned to him, finally, a smirk playing on her lips.

Killian knew she was teasing him as soon as he saw her eyes, still a little wide from arousal and excitement, her lips slightly plumper than before as they framed her teeth in a grin. He had been holding his breath and without even realising it, he exhaled hard in relief, loosening his vice like grip on the steering wheel. If he still had any doubt it was all washed away when Emma reached across the centre console and rested her hand on his thigh, brushing her fingers over the fabric of his jeans.

“I said we can wait,” Emma smiled softly but with a more assertive tone. “I’m sorry, but my priority is Henry right now.”

“Of course,” Killian agreed. He dropped one hand from the wheel and laid it over hers, curling his fingers around hers and giving the digits a little squeeze. “Did Liam say if he was alright?”

“God, no, what if he is hurt?” Emma suddenly panicked. “I didn’t hear his voice. What if he,-”

“He’s not hurt,” Killian assured her, squeezing her hand again. “I promise you he’s not hurt.”

“You saw that Gyrosphere,” Emma snapped. “And Graham’s…”

“Hey, love, stop that now,” Killian soothed, releasing her hand and putting both of his back on the wheel. “Liam said he was safe and besides,” Killian said quickly, leaning forward to inspect the imposing concrete wall that loomed in front of them. “We’re about to find out for ourselves.”

Without even knowing it, Emma and Killian followed the exact same road up to the raptors compound that Henry had taken. The two roads intersected not far from where they had found the Gyrosphere and it seemed that not many people had taken notice of the old road in such a long time it had been thoroughly overgrown until Henry had plowed his Jeep through the tree covered gates. As soon as he arrived at the compound, Henry had drawn a detailed map for security who had resecured the gate following Liam’s orders in an attempt to minimise any more assets escaping.

Guards already had the gate open when they saw Killian’s vehicle approaching, but it hadn’t even come to a full stop before Emma was jumping out of the passenger seat and rushing for her son when she spied him across the courtyard. He was standing next to Liam, who looked up when he heard the vehicle’s engine and the crunch of gravel under tyres, but he had no time to announce their arrival before Henry was taking off towards it.

“Henry!” Emma shouted as she ran towards her son across the gravel, her heels catching in the stones and twisting her ankle sideways. She ignored the misstep, thighs burning with exertion as she propelled herself towards her son, nothing able to stop her, least of all the warm breeze as it whipped at her face.

“Mom!” Henry cried out, rushing towards her with twice as many steps, his little legs working faster than they ever had, arms outstretched in readiness to embrace the one person he wanted more than anyone else in the entire world.

When their bodies collided, Henry knocked all of the air out of Emma’s lungs with the energy at which he jumped into her arms and trapped her waist with his legs. She had to swing around to compensate for the force, arms wrapping around the boy so tightly she didn’t realise at first that she might be squeezing him a little too hard. Henry wriggled after a few minutes of Emma combing her fingers through the hair on the back of his head, a hefty sigh audible to all of the crew currently working in the compound when she got a whiff of his scent from his hair.

“Oh, Henry,” Emma apologised quickly, setting the boy back to the ground. Her hands continued to roam over him beginning on his head where she even looked behind his ears. “Are you hurt?” She fussed, pulling the cartilage forward and noticing a few scraps down his neck.

“Mom,” Henry groaned, trying to move his head out of her reach. Emma ruffled the hair that had fallen over his forehead, exposing another long slice along his eyebrow that had sealed itself shut with some caked on mud. “Mom, I’m fine.”

“Just let me look at you,” Emma told him, her voice trying to sound calm but the quake in her words giving away her anxiety. She and Killian had come close to the Indominus Rex, but as the crushed glass sphere and Graham’s leg had attested, Henry may have come closer. “Just quickly,” Emma promised, dropping to her knees and running her hands over Henry’s torso.

“He’s alright, aren’t you, Henry?” Killian announced a little louder than he should have from behind her. When Henry spied him over his mother’s shoulder he grinned, pleased to see his friend. Killian gave him a wink and a sideways smirk. “Let the lad be.”

“I’m okay, mom,” Henry told her, catching her eye when she looked back to her. He gave her a boyish smile, one of his chubby cheeks painted with yet more scabbing. Emma ran her thumb over it, softly so she didn’t hurt him but so that he knew she cared more than she had done over the past few years.

“I’m sorry about Graham,” Killian offered Henry with a look cast down to his boots as they scuffed at the stones under his feet. He knew Emma wouldn’t know how to approach the subject, and they never had to tell Henry the gory details of what they had found, but when the boy gave him a small nod, wise beyond his years, Killian returned the gesture.

“I should never have let Graham takes us off the track in the Gyrosphere,” Henry said solemnly, lowering his head. “I knew we would get in trouble.”

“Not your fault,” Emma told him sternly, cupping his face in her hands and lifting his watery gaze to hers. “You hear me? No one is in trouble.”

“Your mother is right,” Killian told him, stepping closer and laying one hand on the young boy’s shoulder. “This isn’t anyone’s fault.”

“Did you see that dinosaur?” Henry asked Killian with a hint of fear still lingering in his voice. “It was so big, like no dinosaur I’ve ever seen. What was it?”

Emma got to her feet and looked at Killian, silently pleading with him to not tell her son what the Indominus was, or what had gone wrong, and most definitely not how she had been responsible for almost getting him eaten by it. Killian sucked in a breath, trying to buy himself some time to think of an answer that might sate Henry’s inquisition but not also terrify him enough to give him nightmares for the rest of his life. Although, Killian wasn’t sure that damage hadn’t already been done.

“So, it escaped?” Henry inquired, leaning forward from the back seat of the vehicle they currently all occupied.

Emma had insisted on heading back to the comms centre, to what end Killian wasn’t sure, but she was convinced that it was the safest place on the island. “Kind of,” Killian offered with a thought.

“And it can camouflage? Like a chameleon?” Henry peppered the question at no one in particular and Emma and Killian shared a look. They had told him the jist of the general story, leaving out all of the ACU carnage, but true to his nature, Henry was hungry for more knowledge.

“Sort of,” Emma replied, seeing the disappointed look in his eyes from the rearview mirror.

“She clawed out her own tracking chip too,” Killian told him as he shifted down a gear to ascend a particularly steep hill on the road back to the comms.

“Why are you impressed with that?” Emma asked him in a hushed voice with a narrowed stare.

“It means she is clever,” Henry told her before Killian had time to answer. “Dinosaurs are not known for their brains.”

“Exactly!” Killian agreed, even if he didn’t totally agree with the thought process of a ten year old. The Indominus wasn’t doing anything out of malice, or because she was trying to get back at the human population of the island. She was simply trying to find where she fits into an already complicated food chain, further intricate by her very existence.

Emma glared at him. “God, I am so fired.” Killian had no time to respond before Emma’s phone rang again, her heart jumping into her mouth. She fumbled with the device before realising it was Ruby on her caller ID, probably with even more bad news that she was sure could wait until she reached the comms centre. They were already halfway there but nevertheless, Emma answered after a sigh.

“Ruby, I’m on my way back to the comms room,-”

“That’s a bad idea,” Ruby whispered, her voice muffled under her palm she was using to conceal her cell phone.

“What? What’s going on?” Emma demanded

“Walsh is what’s going on,” Ruby growled. “He’s taken over, had David escorted out by security, and In-Gen is taking over emergency ops.”

“What the fu,-”

“Emma, listen,” Ruby shuffled further into the corner she was hiding in when one of In-Gen’s men swept by her with some more equipment. “He has this insane plan to use the raptors to hunt the Indominus.”

“What do you mean, ‘use the raptors’?” Emma repeated with a frown, one finger in her ear as she struggled to hear over the sound of the tyres on the off-road terrain.

“Son of a bitch,” Killian muttered, overhearing Emma’s exclamation and slamming on the brakes and stopping Henry from flying forward with am arm across the gap between the seats.

“You shouldn’t swear,” Henry told him but before Killian could scold him for not wearing a belt, his words were almost drowned out by the sound of helicopters overhead.

They all looked up, military helicopters thundering across the sky. Killian tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his jaw muscles ticking with the mere thought of Walsh touching his raptors. Killian wasn’t an idiot. He knew that he was expendable to In-Gen’s research. All they needed was to see one successful run of raptors obeying commands for them to think it was a good idea to release them, and Killian had already shown them that.

“He’s heading to them now,” Ruby told her in a low voice. “Tell Killian-,”

“I heard you, lass. Fucking Walsh,” Killian growled louder than usual so Ruby could hear him.

“You shouldn’t say fuck,” Henry muttered.

Yanking the gear stick into reverse, Killian peered over his shoulder and gave Henry a look, nodding towards the seatbelt he should have already been wearing. “Seatbelt, Henry,” he scolded gently as the red faced boy scrambled to secure his belt. “And hold on.”

Walsh had done it. He had successfully acquired the ability to control people, and all it had taken was a little hot headedness a the hands of David Nolan. For years he had played the underdog, skulking around in the shadows of others, gaining repute as high as his status would allow. When the Jurassic World gig had come up, not many people put their names forward to go and work on the island, but Walsh had not faltered where others had, signing up and flashing his passport to the nearest superior.

He wasn’t going to lie, he had thought it would have been much harder than it actually was to get someone as influential as David Nolan to lose their temper. Normally a man of resolve, Nolan had cracked way earlier than Walsh had anticipated. His jaw hurt but it had been worth it. All it had taken was a little jab here, and a little nudge there, combined with a slight towards a woman who David obviously held feelings for, before the Mughal had toppled.

The days had been long, the nights no cooler than those days, but Walsh was finally where he wanted to be. A little bit of small print said that in the event of a massive security risk that was unable to be contained by the in house security teams, In-Gen officials would be assigned to minimise the risk to life by, and here is the important part, any means necessary. As far as Walsh was concerned, four apex predators loose on an island where the majority of the human population was already contained in one place was a risk he was willing to take.

Who knows? He might just be the next big news story.

Walking along the line of raptors, all four of them enclosed in their huge metal muzzles, made him feel big. They were in his control now. So what if he needed Jones to instruct them. Walsh would credit the man, in tiny writing underneath a photograph of himself with the beasts, preferably one where Jones had been cropped out due to a misprint in the scientific journal he was sure his decision would make.

His team were busy fixing cameras to the reptiles, the headband on all of them as tight as they could make them in order to stop them losing the expensive equipment. One mercenary, dressed heel to toe in black, operated the tablet like device that offered a live view of what the raptors were seeing, whilst the other fiddled rather nervously with the optics. Walsh managed to walk past two raptors before the one they called Delta began growling, almost dog-like at his approach, so he stopped with a smug grin.

“Hey! Hey!” Walsh crouched to eye level with the raptor, ignoring her snarls as he snapped his fingers to get her attention. “Right here,” he yelled in her enclosed face. The mercenary beside Delta snorted a laugh and turned the tablet he was holding around until Walsh could see himself on the screen. His maw stretched with glee at the sight and he turned back to the cat eyed reptilian. “Yeah, right here.”

“She looks at what she wants,” Liam told Walsh as he came up behind him. The man didn’t even turn away from taunting the raptor and Liam shook his head with a grin. “It’s usually what she wants to eat.”

Walsh didn’t have time to retort as he watched the curl of the raptor’s lips, her jaw muscles twitching in its cage before they both heard the sound of a vehicle approaching. Whoever was driving had their foot to the floor, the engine screaming out for a gear change, and when Walsh stood upright to see what the commotion was, he spotted Killian behind the wheel. The vehicle splashed through a puddle, obscuring the driver’s view, but Walsh could still see the contempt in Killian’s eyes as the car ground to a stop with a screech of its brakes.

“Oh good,” Walsh sneered, planting his hands on his hips. “Daddy’s home.”

“Let me handle this,” Killian snarled as he pushed the door open. He hadn't even let the car stop fully before he threw himself out of the cab and stalked towards Walsh, leaving his door open and the engine still running.

“I don’t think so,” Emma snorted, hopping out of the vehicle after him. She slammed her door and shot Henry a look which he knew meant he was to remain still and where she could see him.

“Jones, finally-,” Walsh began with a toothy grin.

Killian strode forward, angered even more by the smirk on Walsh’s cocky son-of-a-bitch face, and pulled back his arm ready to strike. Walsh had no time to register what was coming before Killian’s balled fist connected with his nose, splitting the skin there straight down the bridge of his nose, reopening the blood vessels inside that hadn’t fully healed from Nolan’s punch.

“Get the hell out of here, and stay away from my animals.” Killian was livid, his hand flexing at his side from the impact with Walsh’s bones, his knuckles instantly hot from the punch that hadn’t, thankfully, opened any of his own skin. Walsh stumbled backwards, only just stopping himself from falling into the wet dirt, both hands clutching his nose as he let out a cry of anguish.

“Walsh, you wanted this to happen, you son of a bitch,” Emma added to Killian’s threat, standing slightly forward of him in case she needed to separate them.

“Oh, Christ,” Walsh scoffed at them both, rubbing the side of his jaw. “How many more people have to die before this mission starts to make sense to you, huh?”

“It’s not a mission,” Killian growled through clenched teeth.

“It’s a field test,” Liam finished for him, appearing beside Emma.

“You’re both wrong,” Walsh snapped, looking between them before focusing his attention of Emma. “This is an In-Gen operation now.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Please.”

“There are going to be cruise ships to get everyone off this island at first light. You’re all going to watch the news tomorrow and it’s going to say how you all saved lives, no no, better yet.” Walsh took a breath, his cheeks rubying from anger, and took a step towards Killian. “About how your animals saved lives.”

Killian didn’t care about the news, and he didn’t care about Walsh, but what he did care about was the thousands of people potentially at risk on the island. He didn’t know where David was being held, but there was no way that he could get to him and stop Walsh from executing his diabolical plan in time. Walsh was a fool, but maybe Killian was even more of a fool for thinking that training dinosaurs to obey commands in isolation was In-Gen’s only end game from their field testing. The idea to release them was ludacris, and with the Indominus heading straight for the main visitor’s centre, more people would die.

Killian looked toward Liam who gave a sigh and planted his hands firmly on his hips as he read his brother’s mind. “They’ve never been out of containment.”

“Aye,” Killian agreed.

“It’s madness!” Liam told him.

“Aye,” Killian nodded, looking down at his feet.

“This is happening with or without you, Jones,” Walsh spat. Killian looked up to meet his gaze and Walsh saw the muscles in his jaw tighten in frustration, but ultimate resolve in his eyes. “Good,” he smirked. “Let’s make a plan.”

For a team that was supposedly taking down an entire animal, the measly eight man team didn’t fill either Killian or Liam with much confidence. They had seen bigger teams defeated by this dinosaur. She was smart and she was ferocious, and they knew that she was learning by experience and adapting to compensate. There wasn’t much more they could try that would surprise her, but she needed to be stopped. Killian had faith in his raptors, even if he didn't have much in the gaggle of shaved heads and bushy beards in from of him.

“We know she is in sector five and heading towards the visitor’s centre,” he announced to the group. They were huddled around a huge desk, a map of the park spread out before them. Two corners were held by two of the men and two more had surrendered their weapons in order to weigh down the paper.

“This is a game we call hide and seek,” Liam told the room, standing arms crossed next to his brother. “It’s essentially a scenting exercise.”

“We’ve done it about a thousand times with these animals, so when they get on target, and they will,” Killian reiterated, eyeballing each man. “You must wait to engage.”

One of the In-Gen mercenaries snorted like he knew better, drawing both of their attention.

“Velociraptors are pack hunters,” Liam snapped. “They like to herd their prey into a kill zone, and when they do that, it will give us a clear shot.”

“Wait for my command before you fire,” Killian asserted. “And give her everything you have. We have one huge fucking target here, gentlemen,” he told them, locking eyes with each and every one of the scarred, battle worn men who thought they knew better. “Do not shoot my raptors.”

“Please,” Liam added quickly.

After the briefing, to give the men time to gear up, Killian walked out to the paddock where the raptors had already been prepped. He walked between them, sorrow and remorse on his face as he looked at each of them in the eye with a silent apology. Charlie, Delta and Echo got instantly excited at the sight of him, knowing that just like when they trained, Killian was the one who fed them at the end of a good exercise. Blue, on the other hand, began to claw at the wall behind her confines, and Killian wondered if she knew that this time things would be different.

“Easy, Blue,” Killian soothed his beta, the dinosaur clearly annoyed at being in her confines when she knew that being so meant a new hunt was about to begin. “Easy,” he whispered, his fingers bumping over the ridges of her skin in an attempt to calm her. Blue’s blinking went from rapid to slightly slower, barely noticeable to anyone else, but Killian saw her acceptance of his words. “There’s a good lass,” he smiled at her and Blue made the affectionate sound of chirping in her throat. “You don’t scare me,” he said softly, adjusting the camera angle of the raptor’s live cam.

“Killian?” Henry’s voice made him straighten up and spin around in the caged area he was in, a sudden panic that Henry might have followed him rushing through him. Henry was standing just outside the bars, dirt covered arms resting against the metal and a look of contemplation of his face. “Is this safe?” Henry nodded to Blue over Killian’s shoulder as he approached. “Setting them loose, I mean.”

Killian heaved a sigh. “No, it’s not.”

The look on Henry’s face made Killian rethink his words, or at least the way he had delivered them, but it was too late to take them back. The sight of the raptors clearly had a different effect on Henry now that he had come into close contact with the Indominus, something that Killian hadn’t failed to recognize. The lad had lost his zest for them, instead content to skulk behind barriers and at a more than safe distance whereas before he was less happy to do so.

“Listen, Henry,” Killian added gently as he let himself out of the compound and pulled the boy into his side as he walked away. “You and I both know this might not work,” he admitted. “Gods, you and I are probably the only people on the forsaken island who know this might not work.” Henry chuckled a little. “But I am going to do everything within my power to keep you safe.”

Henry stumbled a little, squashed so close to Killian, who held him up as they walked.

“What about my mom?” Henry asked shyly.

“I’ve arranged a safe place for you both, you just have to get there.” Killian nodded ahead to where an armoured vehicle was waiting. The huge, thick walled truck was similar to ones that were used to transport money, only this one was clearly used to island purposes now. Killian reached the doors and twisted the handle until the lock sprang free and released the almighty weight of the door. “You just have to drive there.”

Henry looked into the truck. It looked safe, clean and hardly used and as Killian lifted him up into it, the sounds from the mercenaries and world outside seemed to fade away with how thick the walls were. A toolbox at the end was handy as a makeshift seat, and Henry sat down after he had crawled his way to the very back of the truck, right next to a cab window where his mother would talk to him as she drove. A sudden screech from one of the raptors made Henry jump clean out of his skin, his whole body stiffening and his eyes going wide with sudden fear.

“Nothing’s getting in here, right, Killian?” He asked tentatively.

When the boy looked back to him, Killian saw real fear in his eyes, the whites pricked with red where he had obviously, at some point today, sustained a blow to the head. Or maybe it was when he had been thrown over a waterfall into a lagoon of unknown depth. Or maybe it had been when he was busy trying to repair a Jeep twice as old as he was to get back to his mother. To safety. The point was, Killian felt like the boy had already had his fair share of terrors for one day.

“Do you remember that time when you came to my trailer, and you thought there was a predator outside?” Henry’s silence prompted him further. “When you heard that noise from outside and was scared we were going to be eaten?”

“It was the generator,” Henry told him with a pout.

“Aye, it was, but I told you I would protect you.” Killian climbed up into the truck after him, kneeling down in front of the boy who was so busy studying his palms in his lap. “I protected you, right?”

“You mean, how you made a fort out of some pillows and told me that nothing would be able to penetrate the keep as long as I stayed inside,” Henry recalled.

“Aye, lad.” Killian’s lips twitched into a small smile at his own recollection of that incident, when, despite his young age, Henry had been babbling on with the sage of an old soul, until the very moment his generator had made a high pitched cry, just like a raptor, and Killian had remembered his true mentality, including all of the trepidation that comes with having such a young imagination. “See, nothing is going to get you whilst I’m around, alright?”

Henry’s smile faded and Killian wondered what he had said when the boy returned to studying his hands so intently. “But you’re not always going to be around,” Henry mumbled. “My mom-,”

“Yeah, well, leave your mother to me,” Killian said with a reassuring smile. “We’re friends, Henry, and we’ll always be friends, alright? Nothing is going to change that.”

The youngster took a second but finally looked up again when Killian patted him on the knee. “No matter what?” He asked quietly.

“No matter what,” Killian nodded.

Henry launched himself forward without warning, wrapping his arms around Killian and holding on like he might fall if he let go. Killian swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat, the compassion he felt for the boy more than anything he had ever felt for anyone he wasn’t related to. He smoothed his hands over Henry’s shirt, giving him a quick pat on the shoulders that indicated they should part, before ruffling the boy's hair in a final act of affection.

Hopping down out of the truck, Killian kept his smile until the huge doors locked back into place and he wasn’t so sure he would be able to keep his promise after all.

The raptors scuffled around in each of their boxes like hounds in a trap waiting for the bell. They snorted and sniffed through the door thick mesh grilling as Killian walked up and down the line of them holding out the chunk of flesh the Indominus Rex had clawed out of her own body. The tracking beacon was no longer working, but the skin and tissue around it held all the information the raptors would need to find their quarry, all of them already beginning their myriad of chirps and communicative noises they would need to hunt as a pack.

Flood lights on a pursuit vehicle behind them lit up with a buzz, both Jones brothers bathed in the iridescent white the spotlights provided as Killian made his way to the front of the entourage of vehicles. It wouldn’t help, because the second the doors were triggered and the raptors were released, only Killian would be able to keep pace on his motorbike. All of the other support vehicles, including his brother and second trainer, Liam, would fall behind because of the weight of their vehicles, and Killian would be alone.

“You ready, brother?” Killian shouted over the rumble of engines, giving his brother a look over his shoulder.

“No, are you?” Liam replied, giving his brother a nervous look, his hands gripping the handlebars of his quad bike tighter than he should be.

Killian just exhaled, his toes digging into the dirt beside his bike, feet barely touching the ground as the machine inched forward because he was holding the throttle so constantly tight. He watched his breath dance in front of his face, the island falling much cooler tonight than any other, but it would be no help with a cold blooded prey that could thermoregulate. Killian looked off to the left where the new boy who had almost been eaten was perched up high above the raptor boxes, thumb hovering over the warning and release buttons, waiting on the command.

Killian nodded and the warning button was pressed, a siren sounding that indicated the doors were about to open. Killian revved his bike a few times to flood his carburettor with more fuel to warm the engine, before he gave the boy another nod and the boy looked over the railing, nervously watching for the four beasts to emerge as he pressed the button. The doors all sprung open at the same time and the raptors flew out, barely visible in the darkness as they screeched like baying hounds who had just found the scent of a fox.

#jw au #cs ff #cs au #csff #jurassic world au #killian jones #emma swan #henry #not sure on his surname here #happy birthday Krystal!

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artistic-writer · 6 years ago

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Love Finds a Way : CS Jurassic World AU : Ch 7

Title: Love Finds a Way by @artistic-writer

Rating: M (for people getting eaten)

Also on: AO3 - FF

A/N: Alright, Ch 7 and we are right in with the action from Ch 6, so you might want to give that a quick read first. Been a time, and I am sorry. I’ve managed to get a few more than 1 WIP posting, because i suck, but i’m not neglecting any of them, i promise. This chapter has some mutual pining, which I...I kinda liked writing. Shut up, @darkcolinodonorgasm and is dedicated to the lovely @kmomof4 who needs a little love right now. And thank you to @resident-of-storybrooke for your eyes <3

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The Indominus raced through the forest, crashing through the ancient trees like they were toothpicks. Each one snapped under her weight, bending unnaturally this way and that, trees almost as old as the island ripped from existence in the blink of an eye. She roared, the sound one of anger as she tilted her head back and peered up into the sky, clawed hands clenching in front of her with glee at the sight of a helicopter hot on her tail.

“Target at ten o’clock!”

The sound whirr of the mini gun was lost over the sound on the chopper, blades slicing through the air with a melodic thumping sound. The operator slid in his seat, closer to the edge of the helicopter and grabbed hold on the two handles that operated the mini gun. It was heavy and when he pulled on the two handles on either side of the mount, the gun was lifted into place against the drag of the wind, ready to aim at the target currently charging through the forest below.

The Indominus let out another ear piercing screech, the muscles in her throat vibrating as she roared. The earth beneath her feet sunk away in the slightly damp forest floor that had been hidden from the soil scorching sun for decades. Ferns and other shade dwelling flora was no match for her weight, flattened in a second and torn apart by her clawed feet as she pushed off the ground and propelled herself forward with her huge, muscular legs in an effort to evade her pursuers.

The first bullet out of the gun followed the high pitched mechanism as the drum full of bullets began to rotate and each of the barrels began expelling its ammunition. The whole gun shook, vibrating through the man holding on for dear life, the swivel mount absorbing the rest in an effort to keep the helicopter steady. Bullets rained down on the forest, narrowingly missing the dinosaur they were chasing, the ground behind the escaping Indominus thrown up into the air with each impact.

“Hit the damn thing!” The pilot called out over the onboard intercom, fingers white from how hard he was gripping the flight stick.

The gunman pulled back as hard as he could, thumbs pressed into the triggers, bullets flying around wildly as he repositioned the gun a little higher. The tip of the barrels exploded with flashes of orange with every combustion behind the projectiles within, the drop from each bullet just missing the huge beast they were meant to kill. He ground his jaw in frustration, growling over the mic intercom in rage at how the bullets kept missing her, narrowly skimming the hocks of the huge, bipedal dinosaur.

“She’s too fast!” He cried out in frustration, the sound of the chopper blades punching through the air above his head barely audible back in the communications room. “Get in front of her!”

“No, no, no, no, no!” Ruby chanted, her head bouncing between the red dot on one screen and the camera feed of one of the crew on another.

“What?” David rushed forward toward the screen. “What is it?”

Mary Margaret sucked in a breath at the screen and David followed her line of sight. “She’s going for the helicopter.” The camera was grainy but it was clear enough to see the Indominus grind to a stop and crane her neck to look at the helicopter chasing her. She was watching it double back on itself, inevitably lowering its altitude as it did, the pilot unaware, but the camera on the gunman’s helmet catching the predatory look in the dinosaur’s eye.

“She can’t reach it, can she?” David asked quickly, tearing his eyes from the camera long enough to see the shock in Mary Margaret’s eyes.

“You should know,” Walsh’s voice echoed from the shadows. “You gave that whole dinosaur the green light. Didn’t you double check what the quack was putting into his test tubes?”

David ground his teeth and his fingers dug into the back of Mary Margaret’s chair. “I thought you’d left,” David spat, not taking his eyes off the scene playing out in front of him.

“And miss this?” Walsh sneered, peering over his shoulder. “It’s just getting good.”

“Ruby, warn them!” David instructed hastily, nudging his head towards the giant screen above them.

David had barely finished his command and Ruby was dragging her headset up from around her neck, repositioning it over her ear. She pulled herself forward, the wheels of her chair just narrowly missing Walsh’s feet, before almost screaming into the mic.

“ACU team 2, this is central control! You need to alter your altitude!” Ruby’s heart pounded in her chest, her eyes flicking to the screen where the Indominus even looked like she was contemplating the exact angle of attack.

“Control, this is ACU airborne, can you repeat? Over.”

“Oh, God,” Mary Margaret gasped. “They didn’t hear you.”

“Uh oh,” Walsh taunted with a whistle.

“Dammit,” David grunted, the hairs on his arms standing on end. He grabbed Mary Margaret’s headset off of her desk, gripping the mic stem between his shaking fingers and lifted it to his mouth. She didn’t even realise it but Mary Margaret had grabbed his arm, hooking her fingers into the crook on his elbow and was holding him so tightly to stop the shake in her own hands. “ACU Airborne, pull up! Pull up!”

David’s warning came too late, the echoing roar of the Indominus growing louder before it was followed by the crunching on metal and the backwards whirr of rotor blades under stress where the huge dinosaur had leapt into the air and bit clean through the tail section of the helicopter. The control room filled with the sound of screaming, the high pitched yelling and panic that flowed from the surround sound speakers indistinguishable from man or woman as many of them turning into pained gurgling. There was a scrambling, the mics muffled by each team member as they clambered for brace positions under their leaders instructions, those that hadn’t been crushed in the initial attack audibly puking in the wake of their comrades in pieces.

Mary Margaret gulped down a lump in her throat, her eyes paralyzed and unable to blink away the imagined demise of each team member as their vitals flatlined on the screen in front of her. Her fingers were digging into David’s arm so hard he was sure she would leave a mark, but he let her, almost one hundred percent sure he hadn’t heard her breathe for a few minutes. After what seemed like an age, he slipped out of her grip and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her to him and cupping his hand over her ear, trying his hardest to shield her from the horrific sounds.

“Mayday! Mayday!”

“We’re going down!”

“Help us! Lord, help us!”

The sound of yelling and the crunching of metal was drowned out by another screech from the dinosaur, the last images from the Captain’s body cam turning black inside of the Indominus' mouth when she clamped her jaws shut around the man. Tiny pinpricks of light danced across the image on the control room wall, spinning like bubbles in a washing machine as she chomped a few times, crushing the life out of the man who had once been sitting in the cockpit she had just ripped off mid flight.

A silence fell over the control room, static the only sound that everyone could hear coming from the two way communication. David relinquished his hold on Mary Magaret for a split second to turn off the radio comms with the now downed helicopter, a soft sniffle drawing his attention. Ruby had been crying and in the panic, as he looked around in the aftermath, it wasn’t just her. There wasn’t a dry eye in the entire room, employees consoling each other as if a hug would make everything that had just seen go away.

“Mr Nolan,” Ruby croaked with a watery voice.

“I know,” David assured her, stopping her from saying the words that she had to officially say. The rules be damned. David knew everyone was dead and he wasn’t about to make her say it.

“Well, looks like this thing really is unstoppable.” Walsh’s words were not even the least bit perturbed by the sounds he had heard or the images he had seen. The man had the gall to cross his arms over his chest and smile with glee, but that was soon laid to waste when, out of nowhere, David’s fist connected with his jaw, and the weasel of a man stumbled backwards.

“David!” Mary Magaret screeched, jumping to her feet so fast her chair toppled over when Nolan went in for a second strike, his clenched fist breaking Walsh’s nose with an audible crack.

“Son of a-,” Walsh cried, clutching his nose that was busy pouring with deep crimson blood.

“Those were good people!” David roared, looming over his hunched figure, Mary Margaret attempting to halt a third attack by hanging off his arm.

“We’re all good people!” Walsh shouted back, righting himself and squaring up to David and spitting blood onto the fabric of his shirt. “We all do things with the best of intentions, don’t we?” He cocked his head to the side, a blood stained grin accompanying his implication.

“This isn’t your fault,” Ruby offered to David with a snarl in Walsh’s direction.

��This isn’t your fault! This isn’t your fault!” Walsh parroted with a cocky grin. “God, aren’t you sick of your cheerleaders yet, Prince Charming?”

“I know what you’re trying to do,” David told the miserable man. “And I already told you once. The only way you’re going to set live raptors loose on this island is over my dead body.” David clenched his jaw at Walsh’s cocky smirk, his hand balling painfully at his side where he was sure he had split at least one knuckles because of the sting there.

“That won’t be entirely necessary,” Walsh announced, straightening up and running his tongue over the ridges of his blood soaked teeth. “You see,” he announced, sucking in a breath and closing the gap between him and David even more until their chests touched. “They say there is strength in numbers, which is good for you, because these two ragtag little groupies you’ve got going on here-,”

“Hey!” Ruby protested, matching Mary Margaret’s scowl.

“Oh, no offence,” Walsh nodded over David’s shoulder to the security guard stationed at the door, their matching sand coloured uniforms signaling their connection as he reached for the cuffs on his belt. “It’s real cute,” he said with a pout of his bottom lip. “But you know loyalty doesn’t cost a thing.”

“What the...What are you doing?” David demanded of the guard when his arm was wrenched awkwardly behind his back.

“At least not for me,” Walsh said out loud absentmindedly. “These guys are on your payroll.”

“You won’t get away with this,” Mary Margaret growled with a pink tinge to her cheeks from anger.

“Oh, honey, sit down before you break a nail,” Walsh spat, pushing past her and sending her crashing down into her seat.

The chair rolled backwards a little under her weight and the shy slip of a woman shrunk away from her previous bravado. David struggled against the guard’s hold, only caring that the brute of a man had decided it would be a good idea to touch a woman that he cared so much about. Despite his imposing height, the security guard was much bigger than David, and his opposition to his incapacity was futile.

“You’re going to regret that,” David spat through clenched teeth, shaking his shoulders in one more protest as he was hauled into the elevator.

Walsh sniggered arrogantly, making everyone in the comms room jump when he clapped his hands together as soon as the elevator doors slid closed with a ding. “Now that unfortunate matter has been seen to, and it gives me no pleasure to announce this, but the incapacitation of our fearless leader leaves me in charge as the highest ranking In-Gen official.”

Ruby made a sound in the back of her throat that sounded like she had thrown up in her own mouth and tried to swallow it.

“And our primary objective is to prevent further loss of life.” As if on cue, the elevator doors sounded its arrival again and the doors parted to reveal at least seven new men, all armed to the teeth with equipment and all sporting the ever fetching In-Gen sand coloured shirts. When they started pushing their way into the comms room and began setting up with bulky equipment without permission, it made Ruby’s emotions turn back into anger.

“Who are these guys?” she said with a sneer.

“I’m glad you asked,” Walsh replied without missing a beat. “You are all relieved of your duties,” he announced gleefully. “There’s a new team on the ground.”

“This is insane!” Ruby argued as a man she had never seen before plopped himself into her chair and tested the swivel action as if she wasn’t there. “You can’t do this!”

“So, without further ado,” he continued, ignoring her remark of disgust. “Let’s stop wasting money and kill this thing.”

Henry wasn’t sure if the sweat on his brow was from the exhilaration of driving on his own for so long, or from the humidity on the island. He had been driving for a while now but somewhere along his journey, and Henry was sure at which point, he had broken his watch. The face was permanently stuck on the time it had stopped, right about when Graham had thrown him off a cliff and into a river in order to save his life. He should have taken it off but it was a gift and even at his age, Henry was sentimental.

The Jeep was a bumpy ride, the old suspension as worn as it could have possibly been for a car that had been sitting, untouched in storage for over a decade. The ground underneath the almost still new tyres was even more uneven, damp and crumbly, making the wheels spin in the darkness of the forest, and as hard as rock in the open areas. The last time Henry has exited the woodland trail he has almost been bounced clean over the cracked windshield with the change in density of the track, only staying in situ because of his tight grip on the wheel.

Out in the daylight wasn’t a picnic either. Even without his watch, Henry could tell what time of day it was because of the blistering heat above him. The Jeep had no cover anymore, half of the leather having degraded overtime and the other half flying away in strips as he has floored it through the areas he knew were occupied by the more predatory dinosaurs. The sun had only got hotter, his clothes almost totally dry except from where he had perspired under his arms and down his back, so Henry knew it wouldn’t be long before the evening started to draw in.

The paddocks of Isla Nublar were not somewhere you wanted to be after dark.

The ground under the wheels suddenly turned to a more gravel like consistency and the Jeep rocked a little until it settled onto the new road. Henry slipped sideways in his seat and nearly toppled out, but he managed to grab on just in time to see the closed gate up ahead. Two huge rusted iron gates were blocking the path, years of erosion as well as bark like twines entangled in the brittle chains holding them together.

Barely visible through the leafless bindings was a danger sign for high voltage along the fence that Henry knew no longer existed, so, with a deep breath, he slammed his foot on the accelerator until it hit the floor. The engine roared in protest but the whole vehicle lurched forward, climbing the slight incline towards the huge, steel gates. Henry gripped the wheel so hard his knuckles turned white, and pinching his eyes closed as tightly as he could, prepared for impact.

The Jeep hit the steel gates but it barely slowed, the weather worn chain giving out almost instantly and freeing the gates from its hold. Henry heard them fly open and when the Jeep continued its forward momentum, Henry peeled one eye open to see the damage. There was none to him, and none to the vehicle, just a powdery cloud of dust in his wake from where the dead foliage had been busted apart. With a quick glance over his shoulder, Henry smiled, letting out his breath and releasing the gas a little.

“Woo!” He declared, drumming his hands on the steering wheel in celebration.

He was running on adrenaline and not much else, every snapping twig or rustle of leaves setting him on high alert. He strained to listed over the sound of the engine, eyes wide and pupils dilated as he continued to drive through what seemed like a never ending paddock. Anything could be there and, in all honesty, Henry wasn’t all that excited to find out what. He pressed his foot a little harder on the gas when the Jeep met a steep incline and as it crested the hill, Henry was relieved to see the familiar compound up ahead where he knew Killian and Liam trained the raptors.

“Open the gate!” Henry shouted but his voice was lost behind the sound of the car horn as he slammed his palm into the middle of the wheel. “Open the gate!” He called out again, relieved but still scared half to death. He would feel much safer on the other side of the huge concrete wall, that was for sure. “Come on, open the gate!”

Two security staff stationed on top of the wall over the gate entrance squinted to see the vehicle as it approached. One cocked his head to the side, clearly confused, and the other simply let his jaw drop open in shock. The whole island was on lock down and no one was supposed to be anywhere except in the main compound or at their assigned posts, so they shared a quick, confused glance.

“That’s a first,” one muttered.

“Mmm,” the other hummed in agreement.

“Do you think we should-,” the first offered but was quickly interrupted by the sound of footprints pounding along the metal high rise boardwalk behind them.

“Open the gate!” Liam yelled, his words bouncing on every step he took. The two guards shared another look, gripping their guns a little tighter. “Open the gate,” Liam repeated gruffly as he reached them. “That’s Henry,” he breathed, a wave of relief washing over him at the sight of the boy. “Call Emma,” he ordered. “Tell her we’ve found him.”

Killian had been almost unable to move Emma from the spot when she had witnessed the ACU helicopter going down and once he had moved her to the safety of the forest, in the opposite direction to the Rex, she suddenly wasn’t much for words. He knew she felt guilty, but no matter what he had said to her in the heat of the comms room argument, he knew she wasn’t to blame for any of this. In fact, Emma couldn’t have been furthest from the blame. She was just the face of the island, there to make sure tourists were happy, and like most others, including himself, she had no idea as to what was being cooked up in paddock 11.

Emma felt like the worst person in the entire world. She was trying to simultaneously run the park and raise her son, but somewhere along the way, she had lost sight of what mattered the most. Henry meant more to her than anything, she just hadn’t shown it much. She was ambitious, and it had been kind to her, but at what cost? Now where was she? Ankle deep in the middle of a forest, hiding her tears in the humidity that was slowly washing the dirt from her face.

A hand on her shoulder shook her from her guilty daydream, and she quickly wiped at her cheeks, flicking the moisture away from her face. Killian’s hand was warm, much warmer feeling because of the sheerness of her blouse, and she couldn’t help but shiver a little. She had been fighting her feelings for him, she knew that, and whether he meant to or not, he had managed to wriggle his way back into her heart.

“He’s going to be alright,” Killian told her as he gave her shoulder a squeeze. He swung one leg over the fallen tree Emma was perched on and let the rifle he was carrying slip from his shoulder. He rested it against the gnarled bark, ignoring the way the moss that was growing on top of it was dampening his pants, and sat back with hunched shoulders and a sigh.

“I know,” Emma sniffed, wiping her blouse sleeve over her cheeks.

“Hey, look at that,” Killian smiled warmly. “You believed me for once.”

Emma coughed out a short laugh and playfully swatted his chest, and action that made Killian lean even closer to her in an attempt to extend their contact. Emma let her hand linger on his chest, right where his shirt was partly open, and Killian felt his nipples harden when she brushed over a few of the glossy black chest hairs that peeked out from the shirt there. In a split second decision that would either go in his favour or get him slapped, Killian covered her hand with his, flattening her palm over his heart that had begun a beat of rapid fire in his chest.

Killian stared at her until, slowly, Emma looked up from watching his hand on hers. The tips of his ears flushed hot with adrenaline and he felt his lungs draw in a much deeper breath than before, the slight curl of Emma’s fingertips against his chest making him gasp inaudibly. She would have felt it, no doubt about it, and he pressed her hand harder to his shirt in an attempt to feel her through closer to his skin. Emma’s eyes finally met his, her lips dry from being slightly parted, and her throat dry where she had forgotten to swallow.

“Killian,-” she began, but unlike other times she had said his name, this was different.

“I just need to know one thing,” Killian said hoarsely, his own throat suddenly parched. Like a nervous schoolboy he dipped his head and let his other hand reach around Emma’s back where it began to smooth down the fabric of her blouse, his lips turning up into a cheeky grin. “How have you been able to run in those heels?”

Emma chuckled, the vibrations from her laugh shooting up Killian’s arm and embedding the sensation in his soul. Her hand slipped from his chest and he let he take it, the feel of her fingertips already like a brand on his skin from the one night they had spent together. Killian felt her whole body relax, which was his exact intention when he has so brazenly placed his hand on her back, and it hadn’t escaped his notice that this time, she hadn’t pulled away.

“I have just evolved beyond the need for stability that flat footwear gives you,” Emma smiled. “I’d recommend heels, but,” she leaned forward and pretended to squint at the bottom half of Killian’s legs whilst sucking in a long breath through her teeth. “I just don’t think you have the calves for it.”

Killian had no witty retort, just a single, deep, reverberating laugh that escaped his open mouth as he regarded her with humour in his eyes. His tongue traced the ridges of the teeth at the side of his mouth, and he tilted his head back a little at her comment, enjoying the way she was smiling back at him for the first time all day. His eyes flicked between hers and her lips, dry skin there begging to be kissed like he was the only hydration on offer for miles. Emma was the same, his oasis in a sandstorm, her lips coaxing him closer when she bit her bottom lip playfully, but with all of the will he had left, Killian refrained from following the urges of his own body and pulled his hand from where it lay on her back too.

Emma missed the contact, even if she was reluctant to admit it, and when Killian rubbed at his jean clad thighs and cleared his throat in an attempt to regain some composure, her eyes fell to his hands and his scars there. She had seen them before, the skin ridged and twisted from primitive stitching that she had no doubt he had probably tried to do himself because of his stubbornness. As she recalled, it had no impact on the way he used his hand, but she knew that he must be embarrassed by them because of the way he had always tried to hide them around her. As if on cue, Killian finished his eager rubbing of his thighs and tried to rearrange himself so that the offending hand could be tucked into his pockets.

“Wait,” Emma said suddenly, softly, her thoughts jumping to words and leaving her mouth without coherence when she reached for his hand in an attempt to halt his hiding. “I mean,-”

“It’s alright, love,” Killian smiled, offering her his scarred hand once more when she withdrew hers. “You’re inquisitive, and that’s alright.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just,” Emma began, unable to find the words she wanted. To hide her awkwardness she tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear and swallowed hard, cursing the humidity that had accented the red tint to her cheeks. “Which raptor did it?” She said finally, enclosing Killian’s had between both of hers and trailing her fingertips over the scars.

“What makes you think it was one of the raptors?” Killian asked her with an arched eyebrow.

“You leave your trailer for work and dating, and I haven’t heard about much of the latter lately,” she quipped.

“Ah, well, yes,” Killian agreed in his very British accent, his other hand reaching up to scratch behind his ear. “There was one that got away.” His scarred hand twisted and his fingers entwined themselves with hers, a wave of panic flooding over him when he thought she might pull away. She didn’t but was silent, unable to express herself over the huge chasm in her heart that someone had once made, one that stopped her communicating her feelings anymore. “It was Delta,” Killian said low, offering her a conversational relief. “I was stupid and, like and idiot, took my eye off the ball for a second.”

“How old was she?” Emma asked, seemingly more comfortable with the new conversation.

“Only a few weeks old,” Killian uttered, remembering the moment vividly. He had thought it a good idea to offer Delta a dead rat from the same hand he had just used to feed one of the other raptors, getting complacent and neglecting to wash his hands between feedings. The young raptors had been fed separately at first, to allow Killian to assess the best way they would integrate into a pack, but caught up in the excitement of his new job, he had forgotten protocol and gave Delta a rat from a hand that smelled of the very food he was offering. “It wasn’t her fault,” he assured her. “But it reminded me of what kind of animals we are dealing with on this island.”

Emma moved her hand towards her lap and pulled Killian’s with it. He let her, the sting of nervous sweat glands under his armpits unnoticed in the still wet patches of damp from the island’s heat. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you,” Emma told him whilst tracing the lines of scars on his palm. “If I had, maybe this dinosaur would be dead by now.”

Killian shook his head. “It is I who should apologise, love. I should never have yelled at you.”

“Damn right!” Emma teased, gripping his hand harder.

“You do realise you’ve agreed with me twice in the same conversation now?” Killian retorted with a smirk.

Emma just nodded, that stray strand of hair falling forward with the motion of her head once again. Killian moved his hand quicker than she could, smoothing his weathered fingers over the curve of her ears as he tucked it back into place, his thumb completing his move as it stroke her ear lobe. Again, Emma didn’t recoil at his touch and he felt the muscles of her throat swallow when he plucked a piece of tree bark from the rest of the hair behind her ear. The smile of her face was infectious and Killian mirrored it, but before either of them had a chance to say anything else, Emma’s phone rang and they startled apart.

She scrambled for the device she had tucked into her bra and Killian averted his eyes as she did so, only looking back when he heard her answer.

“Liam? What is it? What’s going on?” Emma said hurriedly, pushing herself to her feet and stalking away from the log they were sitting on.

Killian couldn’t hear what Liam was saying, but when she turned to face him, Emma’s face paled and he almost had to rush to support her when she threatened to topple in front of him. Her eyes welled up, pupils dilated so much that there was almost none of the honey green glaze left for him to see. He watched her chest heave before she thanked her friend and hung up, sniffing and wiping her eyes again just as he reached her, unable to bring himself to ask for the news he didn’t really want to hear.

“Is it Henry?” Killian pried delicately, gently holding her elbow.

All Emma could do was cover her mouth and nod, eyes pinching closed as more tears fell. Without a second thought, Killian pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly like he wished he had done that night. Words unspoken told him said she was thankful and that she needed his embrace more than she was letting on, so he just stood there in the soaking humidity of the island and held her. Emma’s hands found his biceps and she seemed to hold on there, her face buried into his chest and every breath inhaling him as she sobbed.

“He’s alive,” Emma sighed, her words muffled by Killian’s shirt.

“I told you,” Killian smiled, pressing his lips to the side of her temple and squeezing her a little tighter with his own relief. “I knew it, the lad is smart, resourceful,-” Killian began as she pulled away but Emma had other ideas when she wrapped her arms around his neck, stretched up on her toes and cut him off with a kiss.

There was no way that Killian could stop his reaction this time, not even if he had wanted to. Emma’s initiation gave him the green light, a wordless agreement from her that finally, after all this time and all of his patience, she was ready to validate his feelings. He cupped her face in his hands, her bottom lip still quivering from her emotional news, something Killian hoped he could soothe as he tilted his head and their lips slanted against each other in a whole new direction and made her moan.

Killian couldn’t stop the growl that escaped his throat when he pushed against her mouth and she pushed back, her fingers digging into the hair at the base of his neck despite its wetness and clutching hard, making him suddenly realise where they were. He had to push his feelings aside, despite his body’s reactions to the way Emma had flattened herself to him, every curve of her deliciously distracting as she writhed against him.

“Emma,” Killian mumbled against her mouth when she pulled his face back to hers when as tried to pull away. “Emma, love…”

“I’m sorry,” Emma breathed, gasping for breath. “I...I’m,-”

“I know.” Killian smiled warmly, thumbing the corner of her mouth. “Let’s get you reunited with your lad, alright?”

“You’re right,” Emma nodded, pulling herself from his arms and licking her lips. “Come on,” she told him with a pat to his chest as she breezed past him on her way back to the car they had left through the trees. “We can wait.”

Distracted by retrieving his gun, Killian hadn’t registered what she meant at first, but as soon as he did, he stood bolt upright only to watch her disappear through the broadleaved foliage. “Wait, what?”

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Love Finds a Way :: CS Jurassic World AU :: Ch 9

Title: Love Finds a Way by @artistic-writer

Rating: M (for people getting eaten)

Also on: AO3 - FF

A/N: Ch. 9 is here! and more art! Who doesn’t love a baby Henry <3 This chapter has been tentatively titled, ‘the one in which Walsh gets his dues’, so, to all the people who hate him, this one is for you! And there is more excitement to come, because let’s not forget, in the movie, there is a T-Rex vs Indominus Rex fight! Much excite!

And thank you to @resident-of-storybrooke for your eyes <3

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The forest was pitch black, not even the light of the moon being able to push through the canopy overhead. The humidity had settled, turning to condensation on every surface it could, leaves dripping the moisture to the forest floor when they were disturbed. Killian’s bike was fast, but not as quick as his pack of raptors. They had the most accurate vision at night, their slit like pupils dilating to let in as much of the low light as possible. Over the sound of his bike, all Killian could hear was the grass as it whipped back into position after being almost flattened by the beasts he pursued, their high pitched cries of excitement echoing in the night as they stalked their prey.

The pack got ahead of him at one point, ducking under fallen trees and deviating from any path that he could follow on a bike. Killian tried to keep up, listening for the cracking sound their tails made against the ferns like whips and clawing of bark as they leapt over logs. At one point he managed to get close, all five of them effectively running as one, Killian the alpha and his girls in tow. Blue led the charge, her maw slightly agape as she drew in the night air, scenting for their quarry with each of her pack members following suit.

Their chirps had stopped, only the odd growl here and there to tell each other where they were heading. It never ceased to amaze Killian how efficient raptors were at hunting. They were faster than any animal he had ever worked with before, able to stop and turn in a split second, which is what made them so deadly. In the tall grass, one could take down a man and kill him before anyone he was with even knew he was gone, which was why Killian had insisted Emma get to someplace safe.

Emma never listened though.

The tablet in her hand had four cameras live feeding images. Two were raptor cams, one fitted to Delta and one fitted to Echo, and the other two were fitted inside the support vehicle full of mercenaries and one on Liam’s quad. Emma could make out Killian in the night vision, leaning left and right on his bike in attempts to avoid branches, head bobbing up and down to duck overhead vines. Her heart was in her throat, sweat beading on her brow, her palms clammy as she gripped the side of the tablet.

She wasn’t sure if she could take watching much longer. If he made a mistake, or fell off his bike, the raptors would turn on him, forget their intended prey and attack their alpha. So many things could go wrong. Killian was putting his life on the line for thousands of people he didn’t even know and for a second, Emma wasn’t sure she should have left that night and had let him in when he wanted to scale the walls around her heart. She wasn’t ready to lose him.

“Killian is a badass,” Henry said from behind her, startling her a little. He had opened the window into the cab and was watching the tablet over her shoulder, his own focus on Killian’s live feed where he was racing alongside the raptors.

“Yeah, he is,” Emma whispered to herself as she unconsciously brushed her thumb over Killian’s form.

The forest had opened up a little and fewer branches whacked Killian in the shoulder or the thighs. He loosened his grip on his handlebars and cast a quick glance over his shoulder to his brother. Liam was a little behind him, four wheels heavier and not as fast at two, and he gave Killian a nod, dropping his gaze to the GPS device attached to his handlebars. The four dots on the screen representing each raptor began to line up and he frowned, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling to attention with anticipation.

“They’re slowing down, brother,” he called out to Killian.

Killian grabbed the radio attached to his ammo strap near his shoulder, letting up on the throttle and slowing his bike. “They’ve got something,” he radioed to the support vehicle and Walsh in the comms room.

“Showtime,” Walsh announce with excitement, flashing a smile at Mary Margaret and Ruby who just recoiled in disgust.

Killian stopped the bike and held up a closed fist to signal the vehicles behind him to stop, which they did, skidding to a stop in the muddy forest opening. The mercenaries scrambled out the back of the truck, the sound of guns cocking and equipment being hauled behind him easily ignored. Killian needed to focus on the raptors, watch their every move and anticipate what they might do next. He might be the only person who could diffuse this situation if it all went wrong.

He slid his weapon from his back, lifting the scope to his nose level, peering over the weapon into the darkness where his raptors had stopped in a group and were chatting in their own language, stretching their necks and their clawed digits. Killian and Liam, also armed, approached the group in a low crouch, the mercenaries fanning out behind them to take up their own positions.

“You know what, no,” Emma said firmly when she saw the familiar scenario playing out on the tablet screen. She reached behind her and grabbed the window. “You’re not going to watch this,” she told Henry and pulled the window closed.

“Mom!” Henry protested, his voice muffled behind the metal plate.

When all four of the raptors stopped in a line, Killian knew something was about to go down. Without looking at each other they talked in low rumbles and small gestures of head bobs and tail flicks, the men behind them all taking up positions behind another fallen tree. The leaf debris stuck to Killian’s elbows when he braced himself on the log next to Liam, silence falling over the forest as they all waited.

As if on cue, the birds sprang from the trees ahead of them and the sound of thundering footsteps made the ground underneath their feet shake. Liam blinked in his brother’s direction, watching his intensity, completely still and focused on the danger that was ahead of them. Liam had been in the Navy too, but unlike his brother, he had never seen active combat. He swallowed hard, his trigger finger dancing over the spring loaded mechanism in anticipation, and returned his gaze to the wall of tree in front of them, the red dot sight lasers from the mercenaries dancing over the foliage.

There was a roar, unmistakably the Indominus, but it was different and Killian was immediately worried. It was a rumble, vibrating in the animal’s throat as she slowly pushed her way through the trees and dwarfed the four raptors in front of her. They looked at her, cocking their heads to one side and then the other, heads bowing like intrigued puppies. The Indominus got closer, coming to a complete stop and lowering her head to Blue’s level, the throaty snuffle noise preceding an open mouth roar that was much shorter than anything she had made before and when Blue returned the noise with eagerness, Killian knew exactly what was in the Rex.

“Something’s wrong,” Liam murmured, eyes fixed on the display before him. “They’re communicating,” he added in fascination.

The Rex chirped again, nudging its head towards each of the raptors as they returned her call. Red dots danced over her skin but she didn’t seem to notice as she called out to each of the raptors in turn.

“I know why they wouldn’t tell us what it’s made of,” Killian said in realisation.

“Why?” Liam asked dumbly.

“She’s part raptor,” Killian breathed, ignoring a bead of sweat as it rolled into the corner of his eye.

The Indominus sucked in air through her nose, the noise vibrating through the forest, shaking the trees that surrounded them. It was a raptor call, Killian recognised it instantly, and it was not good news. All four raptors turned towards the men behind them as the Indominus rose above them, a spittle of drool slipping out of her mouth between her razor sharp teeth.

Emma watched all of the raptor cams focus on one thing, Killian, their alpha. Emma watched as he stood up from behind the log, the foolish man, and stared at the scene before him. It was hard to make out on the grainy camera footage, but as Killian lowered his gun, Emma was sure she saw him gulp nervously and disbelief decorate his face.

“What’s taking so long!” Walsh grunted in the comms room. He reached over and grabbed Ruby’s headset that she had no longer been allowed to use, pulling the mic to his mouth with a huff of annoyance. “LIGHT IT UP!”

The mercenaries all heard the command and their leader gripped his rifle even harder as he focused down the sights on the huge Rex before him. “Engage!” he shouted and the sound of gunfire erupted around them.

Hundreds of bullets pierced the air like icy hail on a metal roof, most missing the target who had decided to turn tail and evade the assault. The raptors followed as if she was their new alpha, zipping through her legs and heading into the forest. One of the mercenaries overreacted and grabbed a rocket launcher, another one of his comrades helping him sit the weapon firmly on his shoulder before firing, a trail of smoke in the projectiles wake as it headed for the target.

It missed the Indominus, lighting a line of trees on fire as it exploded, the smell of damp firewood permeating the air almost immediately, but the explosion sent the enormous reptile flying onto her side. She cried out, losing her footing in the soft earth and kicked her back legs out at nothing as she tried to right herself. The trees behind her, ablaze with fire, creaked and cracked from the inferno engulfing them, one falling beside her close enough that she managed to claw at it for leverage and righted herself, the sound of her screeching growl becoming more distant as she disappeared through the forest.

“Watch your six!” Killian shouted out to the men on the ground around him, grabbing his gun and refocusing down his sight. “The raptors have a new alpha now.”

“Killian,” Liam whispered beside his brother as they followed the advancing mercenaries, the red lasers from their sights flickering through the smoke still lingering in the blast zone.

“I know,” Killian told his brother quickly, his face squished to the side of his rifle and his words muffled. “Be careful.”

The sound of raptors howling gave him pause. They were excited. New prey had entered their territory and a twig snapping behind him made Killian freeze up momentarily. The mercenary beside him continued to advance through the tall grass and before it was too late, out of nowhere, Echo screeched her reptilian cry and pounced on the man, claws extended, her jaws wide open, and the man didn’t even have time to scream before she had crushed his head between her jaws and his camera feed went down.

“Fire!” One of the other mercenaries shouted and the forest erupted in gunfire once more, a mess of bullets and criss crossed red light signifying their sudden panic.

Delta took out the next man, leaping from out of nowhere and using her huge rear claws to split his body open from neck to groin, the man’s guts spilling out onto the leaves that littered the ground. Walsh, watching from the comms room, was shocked to silence. He pulled the headset away from his ear but the sound of distorted radio signals and the cries for help from his men had already rooted themselves in his mind. He couldn’t blink, watching as one by one, the men grew more silent and all that was left was the hissing of disconnected comms.

“Oh my God,” Emma breathed, trying to keep her voice hushed in the cab so her son wouldn’t hear.

Killian strained to listen to his surroundings, the grasses around him stilling and the sound of men as they died fading away one after another. He tread lightly, careful not to disturb too much of the detritus at his feet, careful not to alert the Indominus or any of the raptors to his location as he stalked through the smoke. He froze when he heard the sound of crunching bone, a small tuft of tall grass right in front of him shuffling around, moving and shaking from side to side as the raptor behind it finished her meal. He heard a gulp and as he lowered his weapon, the head of Charlie popped up, her expression softening and her throaty noise of affection at the sight of him filling his ears.

Killian didn’t see the rocket before it was too late, a plume of white smoke and a flash of red fire sending him flying back into the forest where he hit the ground with a disgruntled groan. The grass in front of him was alight, flames flickering where Charlie had once been, the raptor nowhere to be seen. Tiny pieces of grass floated back down to where they had been thrown into the sky, the grenade that had been fired at Charlie leaving nothing but dust in its wake.

Killian heard more men shouting behind him, calling for a retreat, but he just had one man on his mind in that exact moment. Liam. His brother. They had parted in an attempt to find their raptors, but Killian couldn’t remember hearing his brother’s shotgun for a while, obviously indicating that he was out of ammunition. There were more rumbling noises, but that was the truck trying to escape the clearing, where it seemed quite a few of the mercenaries were having an issue trying to stay alive. He rolled out of the hole he had made in the ground from the impact of being tossed there, and grabbed his gun, running before he even got to his feet.

Liam was indeed out of ammunition and was down to a pistol, the one back up weapon that Killian had insisted he take. Liam was great with long and mid range weapons, but he hadn’t had much luck with pistols, something he was about to find out if he was ever going to be good at. He hunkered down behind a soaking wet log, the material of his shirt sticking to his skin where the tree bark dug into his spine, his pistol raised and his finger gliding over the trigger. Two mercenaries rushed out of the grass towards him, nearly getting themselves shot, hopped over the log like he wasn’t even there and then disappeared from the area of ATV’s and the truck they had rolled in on.

“Shit,” Liam muttered to himself. He was alone, but he hadn’t seen his brother leave with the others, so if Killian was out here somewhere, he was going to make sure he found him. What kind of brother would he be if he let his little brother perish out in the dead of night on an island that he was already sick to the teeth of?

Liam scrambled to his feet, pushing a branch aside as he ran, arms moving in time with his pace, keeping his body in forward momentum. As he burst through into a clearing he heard it, the unmistakable pounding of dinosaur feet and the backwards screeching cry of a raptor he realised was chasing him. He was the prey now. Hiding in some fronds that hung from the tree branches above was a hollow log and Liam prayed his feet didn’t slip as he approached it, diving into the darkness of damp, insects and rotting wood just in time.

It was Blue and he knew she didn’t see him in the same way she saw his brother. He wasn’t anyone to their pack, nothing more than a man who released a pig three times a day, but he was sure that wouldn’t matter one bit to the raptor currently tearing the log apart in order to get to him.

“Blue!” Liam cried out, pistol pointed at the hole the beast was gradually making larger like a terrier after a rabbit. Tiny splinters of deadwood fell onto his face, obscuring his vision just enough that he couldn’t get the shot, his legs trembling and his hands shaking. “No! Blue, no!”

Blue was special, there was no doubt about it. More human than raptor, intelligent and beautiful, she had managed to worm her way into Killian’s heart. Killian knew she shouldn’t mean anything to him, after all, he had four raptors in his charge, but there was something about her. Something that made her more than a mindless killing machine. Something that made her see him with as much affection as he showed her, not just as a baby but now, as she tried to eat his brother, he knew he could get through to her.

Killian raced back to his bike, turning the key and starting the engine before he had even swung his leg over the back of the bike and settled into the seat. Liam’s shouting resonated in his ears and with a swift prayer, Killian revved the engine and hoped that Blue realised he was calling her to follow him. He couldn’t vocalise like a raptor so he had taught the pack that the rev of an engine was a sign, a command to form an alliance and go on the hunt. Killian just hoped that Liam wasn’t too much of a temptation.

With a snarl, Blue looked up to listen for the engine. Her lips curled back, her blood stained teeth glistening in the headlight of the bike that she noticed right away. They locked eyes and Killian revved a few more times, forcefully twisting his wrist and making sure he had her full attention. She settled as if awaiting a command and so Killian whistled, her reply a roar of agreement when he dropped the clutch, spun the bike around in the dirt and then lead her away from the log and his brother.

Liam relaxed as soon as the sound of the bike became distant, slumping back into the rotting debris inside the log, gun still pointed at the hole Blue had made as he took a long steadying breath.

Emma’s eyes had been fixed to the screen in front of her, glad when most of the men had managed to evacuate. Her heart dropped and she felt sick to her stomach when she noticed on Blue’s camera feed that she was chasing Killian and Emma didn’t know if she was a willing beta following an alpha or a predator running down her prey. “Killian, no,” Emma muttered, the sting of tears pricking at her eyelids.

“Is everybody dead?” Henry mumbled from behind her. He has slid the window open again and had obviously seen enough to realise that things had gone south.

Emma flattened the tablet screen to her chest and shook her head. “No, no, everyone is fine,” she lied sweetly.

“Don’t lie to me!” Henry squeaked. “Is Killian okay? Mom, I’m scared.”

“Oh, Henry, it’s okay, I’m here,” Emma soothed, trying to reach through the tiny gap to pull him to her. Henry let her, awkwardly hugging her through the porthole.

His scream almost deafened Emma when a bloody hand splattered against the window and he saw it over her shoulder. Henry fell back onto his makeshift toolbox seat and slammed the window shutter closed, still screaming in terror. Emma spun to face the man at the window, one of the mercenaries who had clearly been injured.

“Get out of here!” He yelled, hammering his hand against the side of the truck. “Go! Go!”

Emma had no idea how, but she managed to get the truck started after what seemed like forever and after she had finished screaming at the top of her lungs. She threw it into drive and slammed her foot on the gas, the whole truck lurching forward as she did so, and a bang in the back prompted her to apologise for knocking her son off his perch. In reality, she hadn’t dislodged Henry at all, but the injured mercenary had decided to try and climb into the back of the truck and escape with them.

“Help me!” he pleaded to Henry, the young boy frozen at the horrific sight of the man’s arm hanging from his body. “They’re coming!” He screamed in a voice that didn’t match his macho exterior.

Henry couldn’t move, couldn't speak to answer and when he heard the intense high pitched cry of a raptor in excitement, he couldn’t look away when one jumped into the back of the truck and dragged the mercenary to the ground. Henry flattened himself to the back wall of the truck, fingers clawing at nothing for support as the soldier was ripped from the vehicle and then laid motionless and dead in the road behind them.

“Hold on!” Emma called out to him, her arms locked into position as she tried to steer the huge vehicle as it bounced along the pothole ridden dirt road.

The glass beside her suddenly caved in, the same, ferocious raptor squeal piercing her ears as one of the raptors broke into the cab and hung onto the side of the truck with such determination, Emma thought she was never going to get away. She screamed, matching the pitch of the raptor, who snapped its jaws, its hind feet clawing at the side of the door in a desperate attempt to reach her. A bump in the road dislodged it from its hold and Emma watched it tumble to the ground behind them, but as quickly as she had rid them of one, another came out of nowhere and then they were being pursued by two.

Henry watched as the two raptors pounded the earth beneath their feet, leaning forward with their eyes locked onto their prize, the small boy a measly morsel to them but game all the same. The truck was fast but he knew it was heavy and the raptors were swift, streamline killers who would catch up to them in no time. He quickly scanned the back of the truck and found some gas bottles strapped to the side, a flammable gas warning sticker freshly glued to the side. He pulled the strap and released the grey cylinder from its hold, rolling it to the back of the truck and out towards the raptors.

The cannister bounced and the lid broke open when it hit the ground again, spraying the raptors in a fine mist of smoke that he hoped would deter them. They simply dodged the obstruction, one hopping over the gas cylinder like it wasn’t even there and the other avoiding it by moving to the left side of the road. When she did, she noticed Emma inside the mirror and the petrified look on her face must have encouraged her prey drive, because she lowered her body to gain a burst of speed.

Emma’s eyes flicked to the mirror and back to the road, the raptor closing in fast. She wasn’t about to let the dinosaur get back into the cab so instead, she grabbed the wheel and turned it quickly, the whole truck lurching to the side and blocking the dinosaur's path. The raptor had no time to stop and plowed into a tree, the solid mass unmoveable by her flighty weight, and it sent her spinning across the road with an anguished roar. Another screech alerted her to the second dinosaur still in pursuit but she couldn’t see her in the mirror on either side of the truck.

Henry could. The dinosaur was heading straight for him in the back and the door flapping wildly around only served to alert her to his presence. The gas canister hadn’t slowed her down one bit, so Henry desperately searched the back of the truck for something else, finally laying his eyes on a long, electrified prong gun he had seen the mercenaries pack earlier that evening. He fell to his knees, sliding towards the back of the truck as he fiddled with the devices, trying to find a way to turn it on. The raptor kept coming, the pounding noise of her feet increasing as she gained a last boost of speed and launched herself into the back of the vehicle.

Her claws scraped the metal floor, a dust cloud appearing behind her where she was dragging her tail, and Henry fell back in fear. The dinosaur struggled to right herself against the slippery surface of the truck and it gave Henry enough time to find the switch, flick it and watch the two sharp prongs at the end of the rod dance with blue light. The raptor snapped her jaws, neck stretching in order to reach him, but Henry just let out a roar of his own and stabbed her with the electrified end of the weapon. She went stiff and then slid off the back of the truck, rolling along the road until she stopped, dazed and motionless.

“Hey, are you okay?” Emma called back to him, tapping a hand on the window.

Henry scuffled across to the window, a beaming smile on his face when he slid open the window panel and answered her. “Did you see that?” He exclaimed. “I can’t wait to tell Killian!”

As if he had heard his name, Killian appeared out of the trees on his motorbike and revved the engine to gain some speed towards the truck. Henry squinted at the headlight in his face, but when he realised who it was, his face erupted in elation.

“Killian!” He shouted with joy.

When Henry said his name, Emma looked behind her in the mirror and let out a sigh of relief when Killian moved up beside the truck. She struggled to keep the truck level, allowing him space next to her, but he managed and came up to her window.

“We have to get inside!” He shouted over the sound of his engine. “Follow me!”

When he made his way in front of the truck, Emma let off the gas a little, decidedly more calm now that he had arrived. She couldn’t explain the way he made her feel safe, even in the harshest of predicaments, but maybe, just maybe, she figured it was time to explore it a little more. With a few steadying breaths she reached for her cell phone, her whole body bathed in repose when she realised that she finally had signal. With a few taps on the screen she was calling Ruby, and she had never been so glad to hear the sound of her friend’s voice.

“Ruby!” Emma exclaimed. “We’re heading your way. Call in a chopper!”

The park was in panic. It had gone way beyond a simple fix, and Jon Merlin knew it. They were being evacuated, or so they had been told, but he knew from the fiasco with the first park, things would be missed or overlooked. As calm as anybody could be, he walked through the research lab he had conversed with Nolan in the other day. This time it was full of people in white lab coats scrambling to collect data and samples they had worked on for years. A perfect scenario for what he had planned.

“Everything must be accounted for,” Merlin barked at the technicians as he moved through to the back of the lab. “I want all back up generators online.”

Reaching a keypad at the research lab, he stopped to glance over his shoulders. No one was watching, all too busy following his commands to notice that when he pressed his thumb to the electronic scanner, the light turned green and a panel door slid open. As he stepped over the threshold, his cell phone began to vibrate in his pocket, and when he pulled it out, Walsh’s name popped up on the screen.

“Where have you been?” Merlin snapped in a low voice.

“There’s been a change of plans,” Walsh said in an equally low voice. “The mission has taken a wrong direction. Everything has to be moved off site.”

Merlin shook his head as if Walsh could see him. “Listen, the embryos are safe here,” he told him, slightly confused. “They can live up to eight weeks on the back up generators.”

“No, you listen,” Walsh growled. “This park is going to be headline news by morning, and our little side project is about to get shot to shit,” he snapped. “I don’t want a bunch of lawyers messing around with something they don’t understand.”

Merlin was silent. Shocked. He knew that creating the Indominus Rex was unethical, but he had just been doing his job. He had just been doing what he was told to do, and not just by Nolan, but by In-Gen. Everyone wanted a new dinosaur that would make more money, greed as ever, playing at the forefront of every board decision. He had believed Walsh when he had said no one would get hurt, and he had believed him when he had persuaded him to create even more dinosaurs off of the books, a collaboration that he had promised would make them billions of dollars richer.

“Hey!” Walsh’s brashness shook him from his stupor. “Are you listening?” Merlin’s silence made him grunt. “I’m going to take that as a yes. Be on the roof with the assets in ten minutes. We’re getting off this island.”

The park’s central hub, the makeshift town that had existed in the visitor’s centre for over a decade was abandoned when Emma drove the truck through the welcome gate, hot on the heels of the bike in front of her. Killian stopped first and hopped off the bike, swinging his gun from behind his back and lifting it in front of his face. He surveyed the area, eyes twitching in their sockets, head on a swivel and ready to move at any sound that he might hear. Emma exited the truck behind him and he heard Henry’s feet hit the ground as he jumped out of the truck too.

“Get inside,” Killian rasped breathlessly. “Now, come on!”

He lowered his gun and ran behind Emma and Henry as they ascended the steps that led into the centre. The old doors were from the original park and Emma cursed a little inside at the stupidity of a new generation who hadn’t learned from Hammond’s mistakes the first time around. Henry bolted ahead, knowing the exhibition like the back of his hand.

“Control room is this way!” He yelled, pointing ahead of himself as his feet pounded the floor.

Emma was hot on his heels and Killian behind her, giving one last look over his shoulder before pushing forward. They had to pass by the research lab and as they did, the sound of breaking glass drew Emma’s attention. She slowed, confused Killian by doing so, but when he looked over to where she was frowning at a secret opening in the far wall, he realised that more had been happening than she had been privy to.

“They evacuated the lab,” she muttered in shock.

“The whole island is being evacuated,” Killian whispered, still on alert as he followed her to the back room.

“What’s that room?” Henry asked, clutching the fabric of her blouse tightly.

“I don’t know,” Emma whispered.

She reached the door and pushed it open a little wider, the sound of beeping filling her ears as they entered the room. Computers were still turned on, running what looked like algorithms that created new dinosaurs, showing an estimated outcome from possible crossings of certain genes. There were tanks too small for the snakes and frogs they housed inside stacked almost to the ceiling, various species obviously there to siphon more genetic information from.

It was like a mad scientists experiment display as they wandered around the apparently abandoned room. Killian glanced into a vivarium that housed a skink, a smooth lizard native to Australia, only this one had been modified to have a feathery down over it’s entire body. Henry stared into the barren glass tank an axolotl called home, only the usual aquatic animal was lounging around out of water with a huge sail type fin along the length of it’s back. Emma stared into the eyes of snake that she was sure blinked back at her only to yawn, it’s mouth widening enough for her to see a row of teeth along each side of its jaw.

A clattering sound made them all jump and they spun around to find In-Gen mercenaries carefully packing some frozen samples into a huge box. Liquid nitrogen, the cooling agent, created a smoke as they closed the lid, the two men clipping it shut wearing heavy gauntlet style gloves to protect their skin from the subzero temperatures.

“What are you doing?” Emma demanded. The park might have gone to shit, but she was still Head of Operations.

“I’m afraid that’s above your pay grade, honey,” Walsh scoffed as he emerged from the shadows with a smirk on his face.

“Where’s Merlin?” Emma snapped back.

Walsh smiled and it made her feel sick. “Dr. Merlin works for us,” he announced approaching them.

Henry poked his head out from behind his mother and nodded at the screen Walsh was standing next to. “That’s not a real dinosaur,” he told the man, equal parts confusion and intrigue lacing his words. The dinosaur was tall like a Tyrannosaurus Rex but with far more exaggeration to its hindquarters, legs more slender for speed and with a jaw that was twice as long as the one he had seen on the Indominus Rex. The 3D rendering spun around and the fake dinosaur flexed its fingers, longer, scythe like claws almost impossible.

Walsh looked down at the dinosaur on the screen, sighing and planting his hands on his hips that their project to create the new dinosaur had been discovered. “No, it ain’t, kid,” Walsh agreed. “But somebody’s gotta make sure this company has a future,” he added arrogantly.

“What are you talking about?” Killian snorted, amused by Walsh’s idea.

“Imagine,” Walsh began, pointing at the screen. “A dinosaur a fraction of the size of that one, deadly, intelligent, able to hide from the most advanced military technology, a living weapon, unlike anything you’ve ever seen.”

Killian made a noise in the back of his throat and Walsh narrowed his eyes at him.

“Millions of years of evolution, and what have we learned?” Walsh continued. No one answered. “Nature is the gift that-HOLY SHIT!”

Walsh was interrupted by the appearance of a raptor, Delta to be precise, the exact same one he had taunted earlier on in the compound. He scuttled backwards, losing his footing and falling flat on the floor, quickly scooting as far as he could away from the advancing dinosaur.

“Easy, easy boy,” Walsh tried to reason, the dinosaur simply growling in response.

Killian pushed Emma and Henry behind him, slowly stepping back towards the door they had entered through. He knew the look in Delta’s eye and it was more than just hunger. The dinosaur had sense and if Walsh had somehow wronged her, she hadn’t forgotten about it.

“We’re all on the same team,” Walsh insisted with a grin but it quickly faded with Delta came to a stop just inches from his feet. “Right?” He added in a shaky voice. His arm shot out to instinctively hold the dinosaur at bay and Delta tilted her head at him, intrigued by the way he had suddenly begun to hyperventilate. “Easy,” he said slowly and then Delta seemed to look up at him. “I’m on your side.”

Delta paused and made a snuffling noise in her throat. Killian moved a little faster, inching Henry and Emma towards the door because he knew exactly what that sound meant. It meant she was celebrating, that she was happy and, above all else, that she had found some prey to toy with. Walsh smiled, almost relieved that the dinosaur had stopped growling at him, but it wasn’t to last.

Delta grabbed Walsh’s arm, sinking her teeth into his flesh all the way to the bone where they scraped against the hardness there every time she shook her head in an attempt to dislodge the limb from his body. Her growl turned into a purr of enjoyment as blood flowed into her mouth and Walsh scratched at her muzzle, futilely trying to pull his arm free when she bit down so hard her jaws met. Delta did relent, releasing what was left of his arm, Walsh continued to scream because of a new wave of pain that releasing his arm had created. Delta eased herself back, the smell of blood making her pupils narrow before she surged forward and grabbed Walsh by the face with such force, she sent them both crashing through a sheet of tempered glass.

The moment Killian heard Walsh’s screams stop he knew they had to leave, ushering Emma and Henry out into the hall. “Come on,” he coaxed hurriedly. “We have to go.”

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Love Finds a Way :: CS Jurassic World AU :: Ch 10

Title: Love Finds a Way by @artistic-writer

Rating: M (for people getting eaten)

Also on: AO3 - FF

A/N: We are so close to the end of this fic and I have never had so much fun writing about a dinosaur battle than I have in this chapter! This chapter took me a bit to write because, as you’ll see, it is mostly action with very little dialogue and is a tad longer than those previous, but as ever, I hope you all enjoy yourselves! Captain Cobra feels ahoy! This chapter also leads immediately on from ch 9, so if you haven’t read that one, you can find it HERE Also, pushed a few little easter eggs in there, as found by my lovely beta @resident-of-storybrooke - can you find them too? ;)

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The hall was narrow, the three of them rushing back the way they had come, Killian’s boots scuffing the floor as he struggled for balance. The gun in his hand made him heavier on one side, biceps bulging under the rolled sleeves of his shirt as he gripped it and clung to Emma’s hand with the other. He practically dragged her along, Henry completing the human train as he gripped his mother’s sweaty fingers in a desperate attempt to keep up, his younger legs taking twice as many steps to stay with them. The door was in sight. Outside would be dangerous, Killian knew that, but the chances of them remaining alive whilst trapped inside a lab with a raptor who had tasted blood were very much against them.

The shattering of glass made Emma scream and she pinched her eyes closed as Killian tugged her arm a little too hard to stop her from advancing any more. Delta, having finished off her Walsh sized snack and hungry for more, burst through another pane, showering cubes of safety glass all across the hall in front of them. The dinosaur skidded awkwardly to a stop, scrambling for a foothold as Killian turned them all around and pushed Emma and Henry ahead of him, putting himself between them and Delta.

The raptor let out a screech, short and frustrated, something Killian had come to recognize from her as he had raised them. She had always been a bit of a troublesome youngster, too quick to react instead of thinking a problem through like her littermates. Killian used it to their advantage, using the time it took the man-height dinosaur to work out she couldn’t chase them at full speed on the slippery, tiled floor to make their escape. The sound of their feet pounding the hard floor was lost in the thundering footsteps of Delta behind them, both echoing around them as the hall opened up into the visitor’s center main lobby.

“This way!” Killian urged quickly, nodding his head towards the other side of the lobby.

Emma gave Henry another small push, making sure the boy was ahead of them both and running as fast as he could. Delta screeched again, closing in on her targets, and the sound reverberated around them, making Emma’s skin crawl with a tingling sensation. Sweat beaded her brow and the top of her bosom, her skin clammy, sticking the vest she was wearing to her skin. Henry’s hair had stuck to his forehead, adrenaline coursing through his body, but even though his vision was slightly cloudy from the room whizzing past his as he ran, his mind was as sharp as ever.

The middle of the room was where the visitor center had a holographic interactive dinosaur learning computer. Users needed to push a button to engage the learning module, complete with a life sized holographic version of the dinosaur they had chosen. As they ran passed it, Henry slapped an open palm to one of the glowing buttons, hoping, praying, that it would buy them some time. After a millisecond, the computer beeped and a full sized Dilophosaurus sprang up behind them, causing Delta to crane her neck back as she slid to a stop just in front of the dinosaur now in her path.

The hologram hissed, its neck frill flaring in aggression, something that since the first park opened, scientists had proved to be false. Henry ignored the inaccuracy because it had worked, Delta rearing and giving a screeching cry at the shaking dinosaur in front of her, claws ready to swipe as she began to circle sideways. The hologram didn’t move, repeating the hissing action as a narrator talked from the speaker behind it. Delta let out a roar, jumping at the intruder who dared interrupt her hunt, only to come out on the other side of the blue shimmer confused. She spun on her heels, attempting the move again but to the same result, giving Killian, Emma and Henry enough time to reach the front doors and slip outside without her noticing.

The heavy wooden doors were rigged to close behind them, so Killian led the charge down the steps in long strides, only to rush head first into another of the raptors. Blue, with her distinctive coloured stripe down her neck and body, was standing to full attention in front of them, eyeing the man she saw as Alpha with two morsels. Her yap of excitement told Killian she was keen to share his spoils, thinking that he had brought her food, so he put himself between her and Emma and Henry, puffing his chest out. He knew it might not do any good, not with the Indominus around, and especially when he heard a bang on the doors behind them and Delta appeared at the top of the staircase in search of her lost quarry.

She roared, moving down the steps slowly, deliberately, eyes with slit like pupils fixed on Henry. Killian turned to her, towering over Emma and Henry as he stared her down, reducing her cries to nothing more than a hiss as she circled them with her blood stained maw still dripping with her last meal. Killian’s grip on the gun tightened even more, his fingertips turning white as he instinctively lifted an arm to try and hold the raptors back, a move he would forever be weary of around Delta, but still hoping they understood his gesture.

The high pitched screech of a third raptor made Henry cry out, his small body bumping into his mother’s as Echo appeared beside them, her sandy coloured tiger like stripes almost flashing brighter with her excitement at finding prey. She took a step towards them, Killian watching her out of the corner of his eye and Emma and Henry huddled up behind him, the gap between them and the three raptors becoming ever smaller as the reptiles formed a circle around them.

“So, that’s how it’s going to be, eh, ladies?” Killian said softly, keeping eye contact with Blue. Even after all the times he had been there for his girls, fought to keep them as wild as he could, he would never fault them for simply being themselves. If they tore him limb from limb, he would never blame them. It was their nature, a nature that man had no right trying to tame.

The beta raptor growled, the sound in her throat more than anywhere else as she took a step towards the three of them. Delta and Echo were in attack formation, closing in on both sides, so there was no escape. Blue made an odd crackling sound again, her pupils dilating and her eyes flashing in the overhead lights as Killian slowly leaned sideways to put his gun down. The muzzle touched the ground first and without breaking eye contact with his beta, Killian let the barrel slide along the pavement until he had no choice but to drop the gun the rest of the way. The stock hit the floor with a clattering sound and he righted himself, face to face with Blue.

She had calmed somewhat, seeming to have her own internal conflict about the situation laid out in front of her. Her sisters cawed and screeched, eager to sink their teeth into what they saw before them, but they wouldn’t until Blue gave the word. And Killian knew it. His face was so close to Blue’s that each time she breathed, the hot, putrid air from her nostrils fogged his face. She blinked, a small affectionate grunting noise coming from the back of her throat as she simply watched her Alpha, a silence falling between them that made Emma start to shiver and sweat even more than the humidity had made her already.

Killian closed the gap even more, slowly raising his hand, trying to abstain from shaking. Blue’s lips curled back in a low growl of warning, her eyes flicking towards his hand as Killian moved it higher still, almost touching her snout. Blue snapped, not really meaning anything by it other than another warning that Killian promptly ignored.

“There, lass,” he whispered smoothly and Emma wondered how his voice managed to remain so even. “Easy.”

Blue snorted but allowed his advance. Killian watched her, knowing that he would have no time to respond now if she decided to change her mind about being amicable. He lifted his arm a little higher, moving to the back of Blue’s head, her beady eye swivelling in its socket as his palm made contact with the ridges of her reptilian skin and she let out a human-like groan.

“Easy,” Killian whispered, his words almost inaudible to Emma who clutched Henry to her even harder.

Blue relaxed a little, blinking her eyes a few more times as he growling turned into a purr at Killian’s touch, the approval of her Alpha all she was seeking. Killian’s fingertips reached the lock keeping Blue’s headcam fixed to her head and turned the mechanism towards himself, the click and snap of an opening buckle making Blue rear back a little. Her movement dislodged the head strap and the weight of the camera pulled it free, and it hit the ground with a smashing glass sound.

Blue simply purred again, the offending item now gone where it had previously been such an aggravation. Her eyes softened, subtly, so subtly that only he would have noticed, and Killian’s lips ticked up at the corners as he slowly lowered his arm.

“There, that’s better, isn’t it, lass?” He quirked an eyebrow at the raptor in front of him and Blue’s lips rippled a little, something Killian’s recognized she only did when she was pleased.

They all stiffened when a roar sounded out from in front of them, morphing into a growl. Emma could barely stop herself shaking with fear, her eyes glazed over and fixed on the darkness. The raptors were one thing, but this growl was from something much larger, something more dangerous, unmistakably the Indominus Rex. Her hand wrapped around Henry’s so hard that he winced in pain from her fingernails, not even really noticing when his eyes fixed onto the ripple of water in the puddles as huge footsteps grew louder.

Blue whipped around, her tail almost slapping across Killian’s abdomen as the Indominus Rex appeared from around the side of a kiosk, the strewn chairs becoming a mess of mangled metal under her feet. The ground shook as she stepped forward, long, steady strides than made the ground beneath their feet feel like it was moving out from under them. Delta and Echo both switched positions too, still at Killian, Emma and Henry’s side, but now obediently focused on the much larger dinosaur approaching them.

The Indominus took a few more steps before coming to a stop and letting out a roar, the stench of rotten meat and fish coating them all in a fine mist from her breath where she was so close. Blue reared up, seeming to make herself higher, shielding Killian’s view. He was frozen in place, arm still outstretched as if he could control the huge, part raptor dinosaur just as he could with his own raptors, eyes burning with the need to blink where he was so focused on the threat in front of them.

The Indominus made a chirping noise, the size of her vocal cords making the sound much deeper and almost like a cough, but Killian knew it was unmistakably her trying to communicate with the raptors. More short barks followed, her massive jaws opening just a tad each time, her tails whipping to the side furiously and her claws clenching her hands into spiky fists as she spoke to her kin. Killian wasn’t a stupid man, and after their interaction in the forest, he knew exactly what she was trying to say. When Blue turned to face him with a hiss of her own, it was clear.

The Indominus wanted what Blue had. Three tasty bite-sized prizes.

Killian shifted his weight, inching back a little and letting his arm drop to his side. It wasn’t up to him anymore. Blue let out a series of yips, high pitched and almost like toddler chatter as she took in Killian and let her lips curl. She was trying to tell him something, Killian knew it, but he had never been in this sort of situation before. All he knew was that her eyes were soft, the ripple of her lips along her mouths edge was a good sign, a happy sign, and he had to have faith in her.

He gave her a quick smile and she seemed to understand, blinking rapidly in excitement. Blue was asking what to do, what her alpha wanted her to do, and Killian couldn’t stop the smirk on his face as he blinked, refocusing his gaze on the Indominus, and Blue instantly spun to face the Indominus with a screeching roar. Ragefully, the huge dinosaur roared back, the sound vibrating right through them where they stood, as she lunged forward and headbutted Blue out of the way, sending the smaller dinosaur flying into a nearby concrete pillar.

Blue’s body hit the hard surface so hard that the concrete crumbled like sand, exposing the metal rebars inside the column. Her tail flew out and hit a window, shattering the glass that spilled out onto the floor and created a bed of shards that her lifeless body fell onto. Blue lay still, the brightness in her yellow eyes disappearing as her eyelids closed and she exhaled hard. Killian had to rein in his emotions, turning back to face the Indominus with a renewed hatred for the hybrid as, satisfied with her actions, she took a menacing step towards them.

Killian’s arms flew out to the side and he tried to shield Emma and Henry as best he could, stumbling a little over a crack in the floor as he eased backwards and they moved with him. Emma began to cry harder, a whimper in her voice that he knew she was trying to hide from her son. Henry clutched the back of Killian’s shirt, pulling the material so it felt tight against his shoulder, but Killian ignored it. He stared down the rex, another huge step closer making him seem even more imposing than she already did, when Delta suddenly let out an almighty cry from beside them.

Killian’s head whipped sideways, watching Delta as she squatted low and tensed her claws against the ground. Echo joined in, mirroring her sister and roaring at the Indominus, the sound of the water fountain behind her lost in the sound. They were ready to attack, their claws flexing on their front feet eagerly, whole bodies tensed to the maximum so that every single one of their muscles was visible to their enemy. Killian’s stomach dropped and he inched another step backwards with Emma and Henry, knowing exactly what was about to transpire.

The raptors were asking permission from him, their Alpha.

Killian took a huge breath, steadying himself, before curling his bottom lip under his teeth and then whistling as hard as he could. The sound came out, thankfully, louder than all of the commotion around them, and the two raptors moved instantly. Echo was quicker, racing towards the Indomnius as low to the ground as she could, gaining as much speed as her legs would allow, before leaping into the air with an attack cry and sinking her claws into the side of the Indominus Rex. The larger reptile roared, trying to dislodge the smaller one, but Echo held on, tearing into the Indominus’ shoulder and sinking her jaws into the ridged bumps along her spine.

Delta was quick to join her sister, leaping onto the rex’s neck and digging at the skin there like a terrier, her claws effortlessly slicing through to the bone. With another angry bellow, the Indominus spun around, trying to dislodge her two attackers, disoriented and confused by their sudden mutiny. She tried to reach them, jerking her head backwards but unable to grab ahold of either of them, her claws ripping into her own skin as she changed tactics and tried to pull them off that way.

Whilst the dinosaurs were distracted, Killian saw their opportunity to reach safety, grabbing his gun for good measure. He grabbed Emma’s hand, knowing she would grab onto Henry’s too, and pulled with all his might, racing out of the situation under the tail of the Indominus Rex. Her tail swung around behind them, narrowly missing Henry as she smashed one of the fountains, sending shards of glass and droplets of water everywhere. Henry broke free from his mother, taking the lead and vaulting over the counter of a nearby kiosk, Emma following suit and both of them landing inside with a grunt.

Killian circled around the dinosaur in front of him, her piercing screech tearing through his ears like a needle. He ignored it, lifting the rifle to his face for stability and better accuracy as he looked down the iron sights and pulled the trigger. The muzzle of his gun flashed with orange, the short bursts of bullets hitting the Indominus right where he had aimed, more blood flowing out of the creature as she cried out in fury. The sound of the raptors pulling at her flesh made him pause, swallowing hard and trying to ignore the fact that they were probably too far gone to recall now. He had to be careful, lest they turn on him too.

The Indominus changed her stance, attempting to remove the two dinosaurs ripping into her flesh by dipping low to the ground. Her tail flew up, narrowingly missing Killian as he took shelter behind another fountain, the giant, orange glass sculpture a replica of a mosquito stuck in amber. He leaned against the glass, the material cold on his back, and fumbled with the mechanism of his gun, trying to reload the rifle with one eye on what was going on behind him. He took his eyes off the dinosaurs for a second, unable to reload the weapon without looking, and then looked up to see one of his raptors slide across the wet ground in front of him.

Echo righted herself quickly, almost coming to a stop outside of the small shop Henry and Emma were huddled inside for safety. Henry jumped a little, freezing to the spot he had made into a sort of teddy bear fort at the back of the kiosk. He was scared, but he couldn’t stop thinking, his brain churning over and over with the same thought.

“We need more,” he whispered to himself, counting on his fingers to confirm his thoughts.

“More what?” Emma spun to look at him from where she had been watching Killian over the counter and gave him a questioning frown. Henry nodded, half to himself and half to her, meeting her gaze.

“More teeth. We need more teeth,” Henry said quickly, still short of breath from running.

A moment of confusion for Emma was followed by a moment of realisation. Of course. Henry was right. He was always right. They needed more teeth because the Indominus was full of them, her hybrid status making her more formidable than any other carnivore that had ever walked the earth. There was only one way they were going to defeat her, for good this time, and that was, indeed, with more teeth.

“Stay here,” Emma whispered to her son, grabbing his face in her hands. Her thumbs brushed over his cheeks, wiping away the tears stains on his slightly red cherub cheeks. “I’ll be back, I promise,” she nodded. When Henry nodded back, Emma leaned forward and kissed his forehead, sealing her promise with the soft press of her lips to his skin.

Scrambling to her feet, Emma reached for the first aid box on the way. She slammed her hand against the latch, sending the lid falling until it hit a shelf, and grabbing the flare that was inside. She was going to need a little more help for her plan to work fully, so she also reached for the radio that each employee used to communicate around the park, the sound of static hissing from the speaker.

With a short, nervous breath that shook her entire body, Emma clambered over the kiosk counter, ignoring the sound of gunfire and the roaring shriek of the raptor that flew passed her and leapt back onto the back of the Rex once more. Killian watched, his brow pulling together in confusion, as Emma ran off into the darkness, the sound of her heels against the tarmac echoing into nothing as she got further away. He didn’t know where she was going, and he didn’t have time to find out before the Indominus shook the ground with another hefty step towards him.

Killian wasted no time when the opportunity to fire was so obvious, leaning against the yellow glass to stabilize himself and aiming straight at the massive reptile. One, two, three direct hits had her whirling around towards him, but she didn’t have a chance to see him because Echo was back on her, crawling up her back and sinking her teeth into the back of the Indominus’ neck. It was a fatal mistake, Echo’s blood lust blinding her strategy because it gave the Indominus time to reach around and clamp the smaller raptor in her jaws.

Echo’s high pitched shriek was cut short as her life ended, her body falling limp in the Indominus’ maw before she was thrown through the window of another nearby kiosk. Killian wasn’t sure what the kiosk was for, but when Echo’s body hit a still burning gas barbecue style burner, the canister of gas exploded and engulfed the dead raptor in flames. The Indominus spun around on the spot, trying to reach the other dinosaur terrorizing her, and when she whipped her tail into the amber sculpture Killian was hiding behind, it sent him racing for somewhere else to hide.

Chunks of orange glass littered the ground around him but he managed to dodge them in an attempt to reach the kiosk where Henry was already hiding. Just as Killian leapt over the counter, hip sliding against the metal surface and the arm holding his gun held aloft to balance himself, the Indominus managed to snatch up Delta in her powerful jaws and flung her aside like she was nothing. Killian landed in the kiosk silently, crouching down in front of Henry and silencing the boy with a single finger that he pressed to his lips. He cast his eyes sideways as if he could look behind him when the rumbling snuffle of the Indominus reverberated through the air as she searched for more prey.

The kiosk was plunged into darkness, the Indominus casting a huge shadow over the whole area as she walked past. Her growl was different now, somewhat infuriated, and Henry swallowed hard as her huge head and eye appeared in his view. Her pupil narrowed and she let out a roar at having found what she was looking for, the whole kiosk rocking from side to side as she bashed into it with her bulk. Toys and other merchandise tumbled from the shelves overhead, hitting both Henry and Killian, who had tried to shield the boy as much as he could with his bigger bulk.

Killian would die for Henry, he was pretty sure of it in that moment. He wasn’t his boy, but Killian understood what people said when they loved a child so unconditionally that they would be willing to sacrifice themselves for that child’s life. If the Indominus wanted Henry, she would have to go through him. Henry screamed, his voice so high pitched that the sound reminded Killian of just how young the boy was and how real his fear would manifest at that age. Killian cradled him in his arms, trying to cover his view, but when the Indominus punched a hole into the side of the kiosk and tried to claw them out with her scythe like fingers, Henry screamed even louder.

Killian pulled Henry with him as he flattened himself to the opposite wall, bunching the boy in his arms. The rex reached in further, one of her fingers nearly catching Henry’s leg, but Killian was too quick. He pulled Henry closer still, the razor sharp talon just missing the boy’s flesh and scoring a line into the concrete floor as she withdrew it, the sound of Henry’s cries echoing in Killian’s ears.

“Ruby! Ruby, can you hear me?” Emma yelled into the speaker of the radio in her hands. Her voice was jostled on account of her running so fast, and she nearly dropped it a few times, but when she released the button and heard Ruby’s voice return, she was so relieved.

“Yes! Yes, I’m here!” Ruby answered enthusiastically, pressing the one speaker headset to her ear so she could make out Emma’s words clearly. “Hey, where are you?” Ruby urged, eyes scanning the operations room as if Emma was there.

“I need you to open paddock 9,” Emma ordered, feet pounding the pavement as she ran, her ankles aching in her high heels.

“Paddock 9?” Ruby asked quickly, frowning. She slid her wheeled chair sideways to the gate control panel and shook her head at what she was seeing. Paddock 9 was huge, industrially built to house one of the islands main assets. “Are you kidding?” Ruby squeaked, entering the override code but hovering her fingers over the enter button reluctantly.

“Ruby, just do it!” Emma repeated, looking directly at the camera next to the paddock gate that she was sure Ruby was watching. The not so distant roar of the Indominus made Emma’s heart pound even harder in her chest and she gripped the flare in her hand even tighter. “Do it now!”

Ruby dropped her headset, fixing her gaze on the camera footage of Emma. She was dirty, ruffled hair and torn clothes, but definitely powerful as she stood outside the huge metal gates and stared into the camera defiantly. Emma tossed the walkie aside, the plastic device disappearing off the screen as Ruby fought with herself internally. Opening paddock 9 could be disastrous, and she had no idea what Emma was thinking, but she had to trust her. Emma wasn’t just her boss, but her friend, so with a grimace, Ruby touched the enter button on the screen and a siren sounded to warn of the gate opening.

There was a red light beside the gate’s keypad and it flashed and spun around in its little dome. A claxon sounded out and Emma took deeper breaths, hoping the shake in her legs would not hinder her plan in any way. She pulled the lid of the flare, a bright, red flame shooting from the end and bathing the whole area in a glow like a warning beacon. The smell of the flare filled Emma’s nostrils but she ignored it, watching, waiting, fighting her flight response as the four foot thick door rose in front of her.

The silence was broken but the even thud of footsteps, paddock 9’s occupant drawn to the sound of the door opening. Years of conditioning had taught her it was food that came through the door, day or night, saliva dripping from her worn toothed jaw as she made her way towards the red glow in the doorway. Emma stood fast, unable to make out anything in the blackness of the paddock in front of her, the ground shaking beneath her feet and the stench of rotting flesh wafting out of the trees as her fingers gripped at the flare even harder. This was madness. There was already at least one dinosaur full of teeth running free on the island, but the sound of rumbling breath told Emma it was too late to go back now.

She was here.

All Emma could see was darkness were two tiny pinprick glows that approached the light she held in her hand, growing bigger with each step the dinosaur took, its eyes reflecting the flare in the darkness. Emma, frozen to the spot, watched as, out of the darkness, a Tyrannosaurus Rex approached her, eyes fixated on the flare in her hand. When the dinosaur reached the threshold, Emma waved the flare a little, making sure she had her full attention, before spinning on her heels and breaking into a sprint away from the paddock gate and back towards the visitor center.

So far, Emma’s plan was working. More teeth, Henry had said, and more teeth she had found. Despite its lack of attention from the new visitors to the island in the wake of newer dinosaurs, the T-Rex was one of the biggest and most dangerous carnivores on the island. In fact, she was the exact same dinosaur that had been introduced to the original park, the beast matured and monstrous now she had aged by two decades, her body scarred to prove her superiority. Emma had to run faster than she had anticipated to keep out of her reach and when the deep, ground shaking footsteps behind her were lost behind a deep, guttural roar, she couldn’t help the panicked squeak that escaped her lips.

Emma’s ears buzzed with adrenaline, the water from the puddles she was stepping in soaking her feet, but she ignored it as she ran through the gates to where the Indominus was still wreaking havoc. The T-Rex was still behind her and she could almost feel the dinosaur’s breath on her neck as she rushed into the light, the Indominus noticing her at the last second before Emma launched the lit flare at the dinosaur and peeled off into the darkness.

The flare hit the Indominus in the shoulder, singeing the opening wounds she had sustained there and making her turn towards what had caused her so much pain. The flare was forgotten almost instantly when she laid eyes of the T-rex, the other dinosaur breaking through a skeleton with an almighty roar of dominance, challenging the Indominus who returned the roar. As the two dinosaurs took each other in, circling around and crushing debris beneath their feet, it was clear that it wasn’t just raptor in the Indominus. She was clearly part Tyrannosaurus Rex too, her thick thighs and three toed bipedal stance almost an exact mirror image of the older dinosaur in front of her.

Emma, who had been displaced by the T-Rex breaking through the skeleton, lay behind her newly acquired ally, staying as still as she could behind the T-rex as the Indominus tried to intimidate the other dinosaur with another piercing cry. Emma locked eyes with Killian who had stood up inside the kiosk at the sound of another huge dinosaur. Seeing Emma made his heart flutter, a relief washing over him, but she wasn’t out of danger yet, the two dinosaurs sizing each other up mere feet away.

The rex took a lumbering step forward and her deeper roar shook the whole kiosk. Henry was up now, curiosity overriding his fear. The T-rex had always been one of his favourite dinosaurs, powerful and mean, with a tiny brain that was attuned to just the most simple of tasks. Eating, breeding and killing. This was her island, and she would kill to defend it. When Henry moved a little too close to the front of the kiosk, Killian’s arm flew across his chest to stop him, just as the T-rex broke into a sprint, jaws agape and eyes wide with intent as she headed straight for the Indominus.

The two dinosaurs collided in a mess of teeth and claws, the Indominus having the reach advantage because of her long arms, but the T-rex getting the better of her when she grabbed her by the neck and crunched down through the Indominus’ slightly armoured skin there. The dinosaurs shifted position, the T-rex holding onto the Indominus’ neck as she spun them both around to gain more of an advantage. The Indominus lowered herself in an attempt to slip from the rex’s jaws, but it just aided the giant dinosaur in gaining more of a grip. One of their tails slammed into a lampost, sending the metal pole flying and sparks shooting from the damaged electrics so close to Emma that she was shaken back to reality.

The T-rex pushed harder on the Indominus’ skin, the ridges much tougher than her own, her teeth taking a while to pierce through. It gave the Indominus a window of opportunity that she took, circling her head out of the T-Rex’s mouth and then turning offensive, using her longer arms to claw at the T-Rex’s face. One of her sharpened claws dug in, slicing the T-Rex across the face, causing the dinosaur to stumble back a little, carelessly snapping her jaws in an attempt to end the assault.

Her foot slipped out from under her and the T-Rex fell to the ground, a desperate roar strangled in her throat when the Indominus clamped her jaws down on her neck. Her back legs flailed wildly, her only other means of defense, but it was to no avail, and the Indominus dragged her huge bulk sideways and tossed her aside where she smashed through the side of the kiosk Henry and Killian had been hiding in.

Killian rushed Henry aside, the open jaws of the T-Rex only just missing him as she cried out, her yellowed teeth mere inches from his face.

“Run!” Emma screamed, drawing Killian’s attention.

When the dinosaurs retreated out of the kiosk to continue their fight, Killian hustled Henry’s fear frozen body forward and out of the hole that had now been created in the side of the kiosk.

“Go! Go!” He ushered hastily, ducking to avoid debris when the Indominus overpowered the T-Rex again and sent the dinosaur crashing to the ground behind them.

They ran towards where Emma had hunkered down behind another fountain sculpture, this one of blackened lava rocks, her arms wide open and expectant. Henry rushed into her embrace, burying his face in her chest, his arms wrapped so tightly around her body that Emma thought she might break in half any second. Killian laid a hand on Henry’s back where it brushed against Emma’s and she looked up from kissing the top of her son’s head to meet his gaze. There was something in Killian’s eyes she hadn’t seen before, something that scared her a little, more so at this moment than any other, and she wanted - needed - to know if Killian felt the same way she did.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe the imminent danger, but Emma surged forward and grabbed Killian’s face with one hand, pulling his lips to hers where she kissed him as hungrily as she could with her son pinned between them. Killian kissed her back, pushing hard, his lips sliding against hers and his head tilting to accommodate her nose as it brushed his face, the tip cold from the night air. He felt the same, he always had, and despite this moment being that absolute worst time to figure it out, Emma wanted him as much as he wanted her.

The sound of the T-Rex roaring again broke them apart, the moment fading away in the anguished cry of the nearly defeated dinosaur. They both looked, Killian keeping a gentle grip on her elbow to stay tethered to her, and the T-Rex was down. She had sustained some injuries, fresh, red blood dripping from wounds as the Indominus towered over her and had her pinned to the ground by her head. There was a soft snuffling noise that came from the Indominus, victorious and pleased with herself, but it was drowned out by the call of a raptor that had everything with a pair of eyes looking towards the visitor centre doors.

The sound echoed again, a battle cry of sorts, as Blue came thundering around a kiosk with her head held high and her feet pounding the ground confidently. She raced towards the two dinosaurs, gathering speed with a lowered stance and a hiss of aggression declaring her intentions. The Indominus looked up in time to see her leap into the air, vault off of the downed T-Rex and attach herself to the side of her, Blue’s claws on all four feet sinking into her scaly flesh once more.

In the center of her back, Blue was unreachable, the Indominus violently shaking her body from side to side in an attempt to rid herself of the annoyance. Blue held on, jaws pulling chunks of flesh from the back of the dinosaur who had dared to oppress her and her sisters. The Indominus was not a raptor, she never would be, and distracted by Blue clawing at her skin, she had failed to notice the T-Rex had got back to her feet until her neck was once again in the vice grip of her jaws.

With a renewed energy, the T-Rex used her added weight to push the Indominus back until she hit the side of a building, the tall glass windows shattering and showering them with shards and sparks from a broken electrical outlet. The T-Rex ignored the Indominus when she cried out, desperately clawing at anything that would rid her of the assault. The T-Rex’s short arms were out of her reach and she rearranged her grip on the Indominus’ neck, twisting the collection of muscle and bone until the Indominus roared a pained cry.

Blue jumped between the two dinosaurs, using the T-rex for balance and cover when the Indominus managed to swipe a claw too close. The Indominus was running out of steam, Killian could tell, her raptor based genes built for sprinting and not a marathon. The energy she had exerted during this fight was taking its toll, and Killian used the opportunity to make sure Emma and Henry were on their way to safety. With a nod he motioned for them to move, all three of them running under the tail of the T-Rex as she, again, reasserted her grip on the Indominus by clamping her jaws shut around her head.

Henry led the charge away, through a shop that was partially open at both ends because it had no doors. Half way through the outlet, the sound of glass smashing made him skid to a stop, Blue sliding through the broken glass where she had been tossed from the back of the Indominus. The raptor simple rose back to her feet, none the worse for wear, and jumped back into the action, her shrill cry piercing the air as she leapt back at the Indominus Rex. The T-rex had the Indominus by the head again, shaking her own in an attempt to disorientate her foe. At one point, the Indominus wriggled free, but the T-Rex simple heaved her bulk into the other dinosaur who went crashing through an entire building where she fell onto her side with a groan.

The T-rex didn’t relent, chasing after the huge reptile and grabbing her by the head once more, blood from the Indominus’ previous wounds now restricting her sight. With a heaving sigh, the Indominus flailed her back legs, wildly kicking out at nothing as the T-Rex dragged the hulk of a dinosaur along the ground with her powerful neck muscles, finally tossing her aside like a rag doll where she crashed through a safety barrier next to the huge Mosasaurs lake.

The T-Rex and Blue watched from a distance as the Indominus rose to her feet, shaking her head from side to side like a wet dog, parts of glass and rebar sticking out of her body in all locations. One of her forearms had become limp and she was unable to keep herself steady as she attempted one last roar of defiance at the T-Rex. Defensively, Blue and the T-rex roared back, but there would be no more fighting between them, because, as she prepared to attack once more, the Indominus was grabbed by a gigantic Mosasaur. The monstrous aquatic beast breached the lake surface to beach itself on the concrete, taking the Indominus between her jaws and pulling her prey back into the lake to drown it.

A silent calm fell over the whole area, just the spark of electricity and the ripple of disturbed water the only sounds that could be heard. Blue let out an appreciative grumble noise in her through, the sound barely moving her lips as she took a tentative step back from the T-Rex. The huge lumbering beast simply stared at her, tired and weary from her fight, gave her a quick glance before heading off into the darkness of the island. Emma, Henry and Killian were all looking on, shocked by what had transpired, least of all Killian, who had never known raptors to work with any other species but their own. It seemed humans were not the only ones to band together for a common purpose.

Killian stepped forward out of their hiding place, Blue watching his every step. She was making a purring sound, the sound of happiness, the sound she only made when he was around. She was injured but they were superficial wounds and Killian knew they would heal just fine in time. He stared at her, watching the look in her eyes that told him she wanted to be free, to be able to live her life the way nature intended, and so Killian was caught in an internal struggle. For the safety of the island, she should be contained, but he had never seen the spark in her eyes as bright as it was now, and so he simply watched as, after a soft nod, she too disappeared into the forests of Isla Nublar.

#cs au #cs ff #cs fanfic #love finds a way #lfaw #ch 10 #jurassic world au #jw au #killian jones #emma swan #liam jones #henry #walsh #ruby lucas #dinosaurs eat people #fanart for fanfic #have you noticed how I did all the fanart?#after saying i never would after BNAN #im a sucker

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Love Finds a Way : CS Jurassic World AU : Ch 6

Title: Love Finds a Way by @artistic-writer

Rating: M (for people getting eaten)

Also on: AO3 - FF

A/N: Chapter 6 is here because the muse wanted to write about some dinosaur action! Then I remembered I was arting, and I gave @kmomof4 the choice of yesterday with no art, or today with art. so here it is :D

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Henry shivered. The island was hot, but still humid and because his clothes were soaking wet from the lagoon, the cold had managed to seep in through his skin. He had wandered into the forest, the covering of the canopy keeping him cooler, but he didn’t want to risk sitting out in the sunshine any longer. Not with that dinosaur so close. Henry had never seen it before, and he would never forget the sound of its roar, or the way it had looked at him, almost human-like, with intention and without remorse.

It scared him, pure and simple, and even though he liked to think that he was brave, as he walked through the leaf-littered forest alone, he was petrified. Henry stopped for a second, tugging at the material that clung to his small frame, pulling the wet cotton of his shirt away from his skin with an uncomfortable grimace. It was like a warm towel sticking to him, and he flapped the shirt to try and aid its drying with a tut.

A noise made him stop suddenly, the snapping of a stick off to his left, and Henry dropped into a crouch to make himself smaller. He froze on the spot, something Killian had told him to do if he was ever in trouble, because most predators hunted by sight. If he stayed perfectly still, he would have a greater chance of survival. Henry swallowed hard, a mixture of sweat and condensed humidity spread across his dirty brow, and he held his breath in an attempt to listen for the noise again.

Nothing happened. No snapping of twigs, no rumble of a dinosaur breathing. Nothing. Henry exhaled, hands clutching the strap of his lucky bag as he pushed himself to his feet slowly, eyes scanning the nearby forest. No sooner had he regained his upright position, the squawk of an island bird made him cry out in shock, his body involuntarily jumping to the side as the bird took off from its hiding place in the ferns next to him and flew over his head.

Henry let out another breath, watching the bird dodge branches as it navigated the woodland up ahead of him, drawing his attention to a garage like shack that it narrowly avoided. Henry narrowed his eyes, immediately wondering what the wooden structure was and why it was hidden so far out in the wilderness of the park. He took a tentative stepped towards it, the ground under his feet turning solid almost as soon as he starting moving, and he glanced down to see the huge palm-like leaves hiding stone steps.

They were old, Henry could tell by the way they were almost the same colour as the ground now. They edges crumbled, and each step was covered in bits of trunk that had fallen from the trees above. There was a deep litter of detritus covering them, leaves both new and old, brittle and crispy underfoot as he ascended the wide steps that lead to the shack. Henry watched his feet as he walked, careful not to slip, ignoring the way his feet were soaked from the lagoon and squelched in his canvas shoes.

The shack was a conundrum indeed, but Henry’s inquisitiveness knew no bounds and he blindly walked towards it as if it was drawing him closer. There was a huge door, covered in vines that had grown too far from their roots and dried and turned light brown in the heat. A monkey chattered nearby, but Henry did not look away, instead focused on reaching his goal and undeterred by the primate’s song above him. He was so focused on the door he almost lost his footing, falling forward and pulling at the hanging vines that gave way in his hand and revealed a stone carving underneath.

Above the door was the unmistakable outline of a T-Rex skeleton, the bones carved out of the stone above the doorway. It seemed familiar, like a symbol Henry had seen before but he frowned, unable to recall where he had seen the image because of its wear. On closer inspection, the doors were unlocked and with a steady heave, Henry leaned his shoulder against the slippery wooden surface and pushed as hard as he could. The door gave out, scraping along the debris on the floor as it swung open with a creak.

“Wow,” Henry breathed to himself, the musty smell of wet leaves and dirt filling his nostrils. He walked through the doorway, eyes scanning the room before he realised where he was.

The walls were covered with yet more vines, these ones a brighter green than outside and there was a small section of smaller, new growing trees trying to establish a life in a patch of mud near his feet. Henry stepped around them, dried leaves crunching under each step as he walked through the round shaped room, much bigger than the outside indicated, and looked up when a drop of cold water hit him on the back of the neck. The roof was glass or had been at one stage, now completely yellowed from age and tree sap, most of the panes broken by fallen branches and entangled in the growth of trees.

Henry let his eyes wander, neck craning to look at the rest of the room. It was somewhere he had only ever seen in books before, the bones littering the ground at his feet too old to be anything that recently died here. He picked one up, a long, heavy bone pointed at one end and shaped like a shoulder blade at the other. Henry inspected it, weighing it between his hands before a flash of yellow caught his eye on the floor and he scuffed his foot through the dirt to reveal a banner that had previous occupied the room.

It was torn, only half the word visible to him, but he recognised the old banner from the original Jurassic Park visitor center. It had once hung proudly above a replica skeleton of a tyrannosaurus rex that stood pride of place in the lobby, enticing visitors before they were able to see the actual dinosaur. Henry was too young to remember the original park, having not even been born yet, but he had researched it so thoroughly he felt like he was actually in a book.

Henry picked up the banner, shaking off the debris before wrapping it around the end of the bone. He needed to take a look around, explore a little more, just to confirm he was exactly where he thought he was. If he was in the old visitor center, then he would know exactly where he was on the island, and would be able to work out a way to get back to his mom. Or to Killian. He was pretty sure he was closer to Killian, but he had to make sure.

He leaned the banner wrapped bone against his leg, slid his pack off his shoulder, clutching the bag in one hand and unzipping it with the other, before reaching inside to retrieve a small box of matches he always carried with him. Always be prepared, Killian said. Henry held the box in his mouth, quickly zipping the bag back up and slipping it onto his shoulders once more. He picked up the bone, tucking it under one arm and attempted to strike one of the matches.

“Come on,” Henry grumbled as the first one snapped with nothing but a tiny spark and a puff of smoke. He tossed the broken wooden stick to the ground in a huff, fishing his fingers into the box for another. The second attempt was more successful, the rough scratch and then ignition of the flame in his fingertips lighting the room. Henry quickly held it under the material of the banner, the material catching fire just as the matchstick had burned up to his fingertips.

The room was illuminated almost instantly, the orange glow of the flame burning at the end of the bone allowing him to see everything. The walls were mostly uncovered by the overgrown trees that had otherwise wound their way in through the skylight so Henry could see the walls as if they had just been painted. Murals covered the walls, paintings of dinosaurs to scale jumping out against the sandy coloured background, the images seeming to move under the flickering of the lit torch in his hands.

There was a raptor there, as tall as he was, the depiction of the wall so life like he almost jumped out of his skin. Henry refocused on the painting, the eyes of the dinosaur yellow and staring straight at him from the wall, and he reached out to run his hands over the surface as if he was stroking it. It was not real, Henry knew that, but he could pretend. Killian was a raptor trainer, one of his idols, and Henry wanted nothing more than to experience the bumpy scales of a dinosaur under his touch the way Killian could.

The scuttling of a small animals drew his attention to a door towards the back of the room, the light bouncing off the walls as it narrowed into a doorway. Through the doorway was light, seeping through the tree canopy and then the skylight above him, illuminating the room in a dull, white light that meant he could see things more clearly. Henry let the bone torch drop to the floor, stamping it out before looking up and realising he was in some kind of garage. The whole room held a faint smell of oil, rubber hoses hanging on the walls and an old workbench to his left littered with rusted screwdrivers and wrenches.

He ran his finger over the cold metal tools that held a little heat from the sunlight streaming over them, but not enough to stop him from shivering. Henry looked around, behind himself, and noticed a car, covered in vines everywhere except the hood. He made his way along the body of the car, peering into the windowless doors and noting it wasn’t in bad shape. He had fixed up a similar car with Killian not that long ago, and that one was in worse shape.

“1992, Jeep Wrangler Sahara,” he muttered to himself as he brushed some leaves from the hood. The huge, red and yellow emblem of Jurassic Park stared back at him, the icon of the skeletal T-Rex the very same one that adorned the doorway outside.

Henry knew, without a doubt now, that he was exactly where he thought he was, and that meant he could try to get the car running and drive to Killian. The old visitor center was secluded, but Killian had set up home not far from it by car, and all Henry had to do was get the Jeep running in order to make his way to his friend. He twisted the hood clips and hooked his fingers under the lip of the hood, giving the metal as big a tug as he could manage. It lifted with a eerie groan, a scraping metal on metal sound, before Henry’s face lit up in joy.

The engine was intact, and more than that it was clean and free from the tendrils of vines that clutched onto every other surface in the place. It wouldn’t take much to troubleshoot the issue if any, the car had, and Henry would be on his way in no time.

The dots dancing on the screen in front of Ruby indicated every person in the park, a huge mass of bodies all in one place as the park’s emergency protocol was initialized. Everybody on the island was gathering in one place, the central hub of the park, so that they could be counted and anyone missing found. Under normal circumstances this would be a brilliant idea, but they had never had an asset out of containment before, and it worried Ruby to watch the ‘newly reinstalled’ tracking chip of the Indominus Rex move towards the visitor centre.

The asset containment team had come nowhere near to stopping her, all of them giving their lives in the struggle to subdue her, including one who had become an unfortunate meal for the huge hybrid dinosaur. As crude as it seemed, and it made Ruby’s stomach turn to even think about it, the idea to track her via the half-eaten man in her stomach hadn’t been such a bad idea after all. The huge blip on the screen was undoubtedly moving towards them and the huge mass of red dots on her screen, setting an easy feeling in her bones.

“She’s moving further south,” Ruby said a little panicked, watching the red dot pulse on her screen. Three sections of the dinosaurs path had been marked off by her, each indicating an event that had happened in her reign of terror so far. One was her escape, named simply as ‘Paddock 11’. The second was when the asset containment team were slaughtered, marked as ‘ACU attack’, and the third, and the most bone-chilling, was ‘Visitor attack’, which Ruby knew was where they had found the remnants of Henry’s gyrosphere.

It made her blood run cold.

“It’s headed right for the park,” she sighed, not even tearing her eyes away from the screen when the warmth of David Nolan looming over her shoulder distracted her.

“Why would she come here?” David frowned, leaning between Ruby and Mary Margaret, all three of them watching the imposing red dot near the visitor center.

Mary Margaret tried not to inhale his masculine scent with him so close, but David was more than just the park owner. He was a powerful man, something that came across in the way he dressed, the way he groomed himself and especially in the way he smelled. Like expensive cologne and fresh air, Mary Margaret was almost drunk on his presence, before the soft beep of the tracking indicator drew her attention back to reality.

“She can sense thermal radiation,” Mary Margaret said softly. “Our emergency measures have just put all of the warm bodies in one place.”

“Like an all you can eat buffet,” Ruby muttered. The sadness in her voice was not unnoticed, but before anyone had a chance to say anything, the sound of the elevator doors opening made all three of them turn at once.

“InGen,” Walsh said quickly, flashing his security badge at the guard who threatened to stop him as he stepped from the elevator. The man took a step back at Walsh’s authority, shooting David an apologetic glance as he bounded down the steps towards them. Walsh held up his badge once more, stopping in front of the confused man in a suit he assumed was in charge, and the two women at his side. “Walsh.” He announced his name like they should know who he was, none of them looking impressed with his appearance.

David narrowed his eyes, already annoyed with the intruder. He stood upright, letting his shoulder relax a little as he realised who it was, and figured out exactly why he was in the control room. David was a rich man, and one of his security companies, InGen, was working on the island to try and, against his knowledge, train raptors for combat. David hated the idea, only hearing brief whisperings of the ongoings of one of his branch companies before the Indominus had escaped and he had set his priorities on more important things.

“I know who you are,” David growled, turning to stare at Walsh.

“Then you know why I’m here,” Walsh chimed gleefully. He came to a stop just in front of the three of them, Ruby’s face visibly turning up in disgust for the man. “I’ve been working for two years on the practical applications of raptors,” he said proudly, one hand planted on his hip and the other pointing to the overhead screen. “They can hunt and kill that creature.” Walsh grinned wickedly, the idea of killing something so attractive to him that everyone could practically feel his bloodlust.

David folded his arms over his chest, looking the man up and down, wondering how he had grown so brave as to talk to his boss in such a way. “Your program was to test their intelligence,” David reminded him, casually letting Walsh know that he knew what was really going on.

“Yeah, it was. And we did,” Walsh interrupted him quickly, stepping even closer to David. The taller man felt sick, naive and used and Walsh looked like a hunter about to consume prey. “And in the process we learned they follow orders.” He nodded to the screen again, the soft chatter of people in the park picked up from the two way speaker systems installed throughout the visitor centre they were currently hold up in. “You see, the solution to your crisis, is staring you right in the face.”

Walsh ran his tongue over his teeth, the glint in his eye reminding David of a snake about to strangle its prey. He sucked in a breath, not intimidated by Walsh and not allowing the man a single inch of leg room with which to metaphorically kick him to the ground. This was his park, and despite some transgressions going on behind closed doors by some underhand companies in his industrial umbrella, David would not give in to bullying.

“Let me be as absolutely clear as I can,” he snarled, staring directly into the dead eyes of the man in front of him. “No Velociraptors are going to be set loose on this island.”

Walsh laughed, his entire body moving back as he clutched his hand across his chest and pointed to David accusingly. “You’re outta your mind,” he chuckled sadistically, moving to focus his attention back on the screen above them. “You got twenty thousand people here, what are you going to do?” His laugh made David’s jaw clench, but he remained unmoved by Walsh’s tirade. “They got nowhere to go. What are you going to do? That thing is a killing machine!” He barked.

David remained unmoved, back straightening and shoulders pulled back as if to seem taller. Ruby and Mary Margaret watched, astounded at the man’s audacity. Ruby’s jaw hung open a little and Mary Margaret was seething, the light flirtation she had so far received from David seemingly threatened by the man berating his boss so brazenly. David had heard enough, Walsh’s insubordination something he could tolerate no further.

“Okay, here is what’s going to happen,” David begun, licking his lips and looking down at his shoes as he stepped towards Walsh menacingly. “I am going to personally look into your project to determine its viability within the moral principles of this company.”

Walsh’s jaw ticked in anger and he snorted a sigh through his nose. “Okay, boss,” he said simply, emphasizing David’s title dramatically with a hiss. “Have it your way,” he snapped in irritation, turning away from the man in front of him and stalking back to the elevator.

David practically seethed at the insult, spinning on his heels and clicking his fingers to draw Ruby’s attention as soon as Walsh had left. “Ruby, get in touch with asset control,” he said firmly, remembering Killian’s earlier insistence on live ammunition. “Tell them to ready the M134 minigun-”

“You’re going to kill it?” Ruby interjected him.

“I think we can all agree that this has gone far enough,” David said solemnly. “This thing is my responsibility. I gave this entire project the green light-”

“This isn’t your fault,” Mary Margaret objected softly, jumping to her feet. She was closer than she had intended to be, their heaving chests almost touching as they breathed each other in. His scent was much stronger this close to him, her entire body buzzing from the near contact. “Please, don’t try and be a hero,” Mary Margaret croaked, her voice breaking a little.

“I won’t,” he smiled warmly. His hands came up to caress her arms, tracing the outline of her muscles with his thumb through the fabric of her shirt. He almost shook at the contact, the warmth of her skin like fire through her clothes, searing into his flesh so vividly he would never forget it.

“Ahem,” Ruby coughed, drawing them back to the room. “ACU are ready to go,” she said awkwardly, trying to focus on the screen in front of her rather than the display of affection at her side.

“Tell them they have a green light,” David told her, his voice louder than before. He gave Mary Margaret’s arms a final squeeze, ignoring the way the entire room was watching him, and instantly loving the way her cheeks pinked under his stare. “They are good to go.”

Henry blinked sweat out of his eyes, swiping the back of his grease-covered hand over his forehead and stopping more of the salty droplets from running into his eyes. The island was hot, the time of day something he was trying to contend with as he worked to fix the Jeep. There wasn’t actually much wrong with it and he had mainly been replacing a few parts for new ones he had found scattered around the garage space. There was just one more problem, and that was power. The battery in the old Jeep was dead flat, so Henry had been trying to wrangle one out of a nearby wreck.

He didn’t exactly know how the modern vehicle had come to be so close to the old visitor center, and if the blood over the driver’s seat was anything to go by, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He had explored around the compound in his search for parts, the battery the only thing he knew for certain needed to be as new as he could find. His heart pounded in his chest as he had found the battery of the crushed vehicle still intact, and had quickly worked to disconnect it.

Henry was just about done, lifting the heavily weighted box into his arms with a heft, when he heard a noise behind him. It was loud, like a huge wooden trunk snapping under the weight of something big, and he gasped suddenly, whipping his head towards the sound. Blood rushed through his ears, his short, shallow breathing seemingly too loud until he clamped his mouth closed and stared out into the jungle behind him. His eyes were wide with panic, desperately seeking any sign of movement in the trees, but there was nothing there.

“Totally safe,” Henry whispered to himself, clutching the battery harder to his chest and scuttling back up the steps to the old visitor center, back through the doors and leaning all of his weight against the wooden door until it scraped closed. “Totally safe,” he said again, the echo of the door closing fading into nothing and leaving him with just the jungle sounds again.

Henry rushed through the deserted room, towards the narrow doorway at the back where the Jeep was waiting. He lifted it into the battery compartment with a grunt, connecting the contacts with one of the rusted wrenches he has found, the muscles in his arms burning with every pull of tightening the bolt. He wiped his brow again, heaving a sigh, before moving around the Jeep and hopping into the driver’s seat.

This bit was easy. Killian had shown him how to turn over an engine so many times, even letting him drive around his little part of the island. He had to be careful so as not to flood the engine, he knew that much, and as he pushed the key further into the ignition where he had found it, he hoped the barrel wasn’t seized.

“Here we go,” Henry mumbled, twisting the key and stretching his leg into the footwell to stamp on the pedal. The engine gave a coughing sound, the entire Jeep rocking from side to side, but it stopped almost immediately. Henry flopped back in the seat, taking a breath, and then shuffled forward again in the cab, gripping the huge, round wheel. He pressed his foot down again and turned the key, eyes pinched closed. “Please, please, please,” he chanted quietly, fingers gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles went white.

The engine coughed again, then it ticked a few times, the screeching sound turning into the low rumble and low chugging sound of the cylinders as the fuel ignited in them and the engine started.

“Yes!” Henry shouted over the engine sound. He slammed his hand into the wheel, overjoyed at the sound the engine made when he revved it to keep the timing. “Thank you, Killian,” Henry beamed, jumping out of the cab so that he could close the hood. The old metal cover fell closed under its own weight and a loud click and Henry ran back to sit behind the wheel once more.

“What was that?” Emma whispered, stopping suddenly and grabbing Killian’s arm. He was in front of her, leading the way through the dense forest, when Emma heard the rumble of a misfiring engine close by. “It sounds like an engine,” she gasped, realisation hitting her.

Killian must have realised what she had at exactly the same time because he took off through the trees before she had time to move her feet, gun clutched to his body and the branches whipping at his bare forearms. The sound was close, and it meant so was somebody else. The only person unaccounted for on the island right now was Henry, but a darkness loomed over their joy as Killian soon realised that if they could hear the engine, so could the Indominus Rex.

The reached a clearing pretty quickly, the sunlight squeezing through the canopy over head and almost highlighting the shed to them. Killian stumbled onto the concrete floor first, dust and debris all over the place except for two perfectly neat tyre marks indicating where a vehicle had driven out. Emma scanned the small room, parts of cars all over the place and a half stripped shell of a Jeep next to the tyre marks. Her breathing sped up, her anxiety spiking as she realised she had just missed her son.

“Is this Henry’s?” Killian asked softly and Emma spun to face him. He was kneeling down in the dirty, gun clutched in one hand and a dirty shirt in the other. Emma breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed the light blue shirt was in fact the one Henry had packed into his backpack earlier that day.

“Yeah,” she breathed and Killian stood, offering her the shirt. Emma took it in her hands and clutched it to her chest, inhaling the salty smell of water mixed with Henry’s boyish scent. She looked out of the garage, watching the flattened grass try to sway in the wind, the distinctive tracks a car wide. “That road goes straight back to the park,” she smiled.

Killian investigated the shack some more, leaning his gun down against the body of the old Jeep next to them. He looked inside and the engine bay was bare, completely stripped of component. A few footprints littered the dust around the front of the car, smaller, squarer ones, like someone had been on their tip toed and he smirked to himself proudly. “Henry got one of these things started,” he declared, turning to face her again.

“How?” Emma frowned.

“I taught him,” he said quickly and Emma looked at him, impressed. She held his gaze, eyes flicking to his lips, before she moved to his side. She heard his breath hitch a little when she reached out and took his hand in her, gently tugging on the tips of his fingers with a smile.

“Thank you,” she said sweetly. “For being his friend.”

“It’s nothing, love,” Killian blushed, dropping his gaze to their entwined fingers.

“It might have saved his life,” Emma told him firmly, giving his fingers a squeeze.

Killian felt a conflict within him, the urge to kiss her so overwhelming he felt dizzy with the thought of it. Emma had made her intentions clear that night, a one time thing, but Killian had no idea she was actually serious until he had woke up to a cold, empty bed. He had wanted to call her, reach out like she was doing now, anything to feel her skin on his again, but there was constantly a wall between them that he couldn’t scale.

Killian was just about to lean forward, tugging her to him at the same time, when the thundering sound of huge footprints made them both freeze on the spot. Emma pulled her hand from his like she might be caught doing something she shouldn’t, and whipped her head towards the forest behind her. The sound echoed through the trees again, closer this time, and Emma glided across the floor silently to stand behind him in front of the Jeep. Another snapping sound from the trees made a flock of birds take flight, and they dropped to the floor, hiding in front of the car without a sound.

With a sudden thought, Killian looked down at his hands and realised he had left his gun propped up beside the Jeep, and as he peered around the edge of the vehicle to make sure, the huge, reptilian foot of the Indominus Rex appeared right outside the garage. Killian whipped back into position beside Emma, neck rigid, mouth tightly closed so as not to make a sound. The dinosaur snarled, the low rumbling giving Killian chance to exhale and he locked eyes with Emma, shushing her silently.

She nodded her head slowly, partly through fear as her body was shaking so hard, and partly because she had to give him a signal. The whole garage turned dark suddenly, the stench of blood and rotten meat filling the space between them as the Indominus poked her massive head into the space previously occupied by Henry’s Jeep. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled, the space only just accommodating her huge bulk as she finally opened her eyes and the pupil narrowed to a black slit.

Emma grabbed Killian’s hand, her fingers trembling, and she pinched her eyes closed. She was petrified, glued to the spot in the dirt where she sat, her bottom lip rolling under her teeth where she bit down to stop herself from crying out. Killian watched her, desperate to soothe her fear, but all he could do was hold onto her hand and rub his thumb over her knuckles, aware that the huge dinosaur was as close as ever.

A chain rattled overhead when the dinosaur moved, twisting her neck to the side and then nudging the side of the Jeep. Killian wasn’t sure if she knew they were there, or she was just simply curious about the strange vehicle she had never seen before, but he was sure he didn’t want to find out. The Jeep rocked behind them, bumping Emma in the spine and forcing her forward in the dusty floor.

Killian held her hand tightly, holding her steady when she began to quake all over, her golden hair bouncing on her shoulders where it sat. He leaned into Emma, away from the dinosaur’s snout as she toyed with the Jeep some more, and their foreheads touched. Emma’s lips trembled, head shaking from side to side against his, and a single tear fell from her closed eyelids with her terror. Killian couldn't move to comfort her, instead just simply clutching her hand with everything he had.

With a loud creak of metal, the Jeep was lifted from the floor but then dropped quickly, the Indominus clearly tiring of her game. The car was of no interest to her anymore, and she slowly pulled her head out of the garage with a shuffling sound, the raptor-like call not going unnoticed by Killian. Her footsteps grew more distant, but they had no idea where she was going, or if she had gone anywhere at all. Killian moved as silently as he could, releasing Emma’s hand reluctantly to reach around the Jeep and grab his gun, the barrel held to his chest when he resumed his position next to Emma.

Emma looked at him, meeting his nod of assurance with her own, letting him know she was alright. They both exhaled, a little harder then they probably should have, and before they had time to react, the ceiling was being pushed down on top of the them as the Indominus Rex crashed through the panelling. Killian grabbed Emma’s arm, yanking her to her feet and pushing her through the door to what he assumed was safety. He couldn’t tell, and he didn’t know what lie on the other side in the darkness, but it had to be better than the jaws of the massive dinosaur above them.

Indominus Rex screeched in frustration at their escape, Killian slipping through the door just in time to miss the Jeep carcass that was nudged into the tool chest that had been in front of them a few moments ago. They sprinted through the darkness, vines whipping at their flesh, shorter trees that had sprouted on the floor grabbing at their ankles, but they ignored it to push through to the light flooding in the door up ahead. It was slightly ajar, and Emma slipped through the gap before Killian, sprinting out into the forest.

The Indominus Rex smashed through the wall behind them, light flooding in behind her and she roared, her massive jaws opening like an alligator and the raptor-like screeching sound coming from her throat once more. For a second she was still, dropping to all fours where she crushed the skull of the T-Rex that previously held reign over the Jurassic Park visitor center, her massive bulk dwarfing the bone and crushing it into dust like it was nothing.

The sound of a helicopter overhead drew her attention, the chopping of the blades through the air making the dinosaur fall silent as she listened for the sound. It was new, potentially prey, so with a whip of her tail she spun on her agile heels and headed back out of the side of the building she had barged through. Her footsteps grew distant and Emma and Killian skidded to a stop, turning to watch her head in the opposite direction.

“Call your team,” Killian told her breathlessly. “We’ll follow her.”

Emma was already waiting for the call to connect before he had finished talking, Ruby’s name on the sat phone hidden as Emma pressed it to her ear. It wasn’t long before the call connected with a prolonged click, Emma’s pants flowing down the line as her and Killian gave chase.

“Ruby, we found her!” Emma cried, her words broken by how hard her feet hit the ground and her body vibrated. “South of the Gyrosphere Valley.”

“Wait, are you following the dinosaur?” Ruby screeched, checking her screen for a status update. The tracker had stopped moving recently and they had all come to the conclusion that she had deposited the device at some point as she headed south of the island.

“Yes,” Emma said definitely.

“Are you crazy?” Ruby told her friend, real worry in her voice.

“Get ACU out here,” Emma panted, ignoring her friend’s concern. “Real guns this time.”

“ACU is already airborne,” Ruby told her with a shake of her head.

Emma skidded to a stop and Killian followed suit, both of them coming up on an ledge that overlooked the part of the island where the aviary housed the flying dinosaurs. A huge domed greenhouse type structure sat in the distance, so big it looked closer than it was, and below them Emma could see the movement of trees as the Indominus headed towards it. Her roaring cry was overshadowed by the sound of a helicopter as it flew overhead, dipping into the valley and approaching its target.

“They’d better hit it this time,” Killian huffed, gripping the barrel of his gun in anger.

“They are professionals,” Emma told him, still breathless from running.

A snort escaped Killian’s mouth and he looked at her with a raised brow. “So were the last guys.”

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Love Finds a Way : CS Jurassic World AU : Ch 5

Title: Love Finds a Way by @artistic-writer

Rating: M (for people getting eaten) Chapter Warning: Major Character Death.

Also on: AO3 - FF

A/N: Here is chapter 5! A little later than usual, and it is absolutely 100% for @resident-of-storybrooke who is not only my kick ass beta, but PASSED!!!!! <3 <3

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The brief phone call from his boss and Henry’s mother hadn’t dissuaded Graham to prove he was much cooler than Killian ever could be. He had taken the Gyrosphere much further than he had intended, far across the valley, silencing the return warnings by muting the screen. They were gliding along the grassland, when all of a sudden, there was an almighty roar than made Graham slam on the brakes.

“What was that?” Henry asked quickly, scanning the flat grass for any sign of dinosaurs in distress.

“I’m not sure,” Graham frowned, craning his neck to look behind them.

“It sounded close,” Henry said nervously, looking to Graham for reassurance once more.

“It’s nothing,” Graham assured him with a weak smile. He pointed up ahead, a group of four Ankylosaurus grazing beneath the shade of a giant tree not ten feet away. The huge, armoured dinosaurs paid them no attention, pulling at the long grass with their beak like mouths, small grunts on content exchanged between them as they grazed. “See, just some-”

“Ankylosaurus,” Henry finished for him, staring out nervously. He fidgeted his hands in his lap, squinting at the tree that seemed to shimmer under his gaze. Henry blinked a few times, clearing his vision, before realising what he was seeing.

“Yeah, right, just four dinosaurs getting lunch,” Graham told him. He wasn’t going to lie, he was a little nervous too. The sound was high pitched and sounded like something much, much bigger; nothing like the sound the Ankylosaurs were making.

“Five,” Henry corrected him, his voice a barely there whisper. “There are five dinosaurs.”

Graham squinted, counting again. The herd moved a little and he moved his head from side to side, trying to see if he had miscounted. “Aren’t you supposed to be smart?” He teased, pointing to each of the dinosaurs as he counted them again. “One, two, three, four. Four dinosaurs.”

“Five,” Henry said in a shaky voice. He lifted his arm slowly, the shimmer in the trees turning into a dinosaur, one neither of them had ever seen before. She was huge, at least fifty feet long and towered over them in the tiny, glass sphere. Her reptilian skin shifted into a more natural colour, an off grey mixed with green, and at the end of her arms were the longest claws Henry had ever seen. She rose up on her hind legs, a snuffling growl emitted from her throat as she opened her long, wide anchored jaws and roared the sound they had heard earlier.

The Ankylosaurs began to flee, their heavily plated bodies and their bulbous, bone tail tip slowing them down as the unknown dinosaur attacked, her long jaws opening wide enough to fit around the body of the one of the other dinosaurs. She couldn’t clamp them closed because of the row of horn like spikes that run along the side of the dinosaur, and the Ankylosaurus swung its tail, missing the huge carnivore and smashing the front of the gyrosphere.

Henry screamed, the ball spinning faster than was comfortable, finally hitting one of the branches of the trees behind them and losing power with a whirring sound. Henry looked to Graham, his pack clutched in his hands as the gyrosphere slid sideways and suspended them upside down in the globe, finally coming to rest in a position that gave them full few of the fight before them.

The carnivore had only tried to bite the Ankylosaurus once before she realised it was futile, inside timing her attack just right and slicing into the animal's leg with her huge, scythe like claws. The herbivore went down, the ground shaking under her eight tonne weight, and the bigger dinosaur simply rolled it over like it was nothing. Effortlessly, ignoring the sorrowful wails and the short, stubby legs that flailed in the air, the carnivore stepped onto the belly of the Ankylosaurus to pin it down, took its head in her massive, teeth laden jaws and snapped its neck.

Henry turned away, shaking in fear, whilst Graham was paralyzed in his upside position, transfixed on the dinosaur in front of him. He had no idea what it was, or where it had come from, but he knew it was bad news.

“We’re safe in here, right?” Henry asked him, whispering the words so as not to attract the dinosaur less than twenty feet in front of them.

“Totally safe,” Graham lied unconvincingly with a quick nod as he tried in vain to rev the Gyrosphere. He hadn’t noticed his cell phone fall out of his pocket to the glass below, and when it started vibrating because of another incoming call from Emma, Graham reached out for the device as it buzzed across the glass.

Neither of them had noticed the silence that had fallen over the plains at first, but soon Henry, shaking and quivering in his upside-down position, realised something was wrong. He looked up, the carnivore in front of them staring at him with dark, malicious intent, her huge head and marble like eye the only thing visible because she was so close.

“Graham,” Henry whispered quickly, eyes wide and body totally froze in fear.

“I’ve almost got it, Henry, hold on,” Graham grunted, his shoulder pinching against the seatbelt across his torso as he stretched even harder for the phone.

“No, Graham, look,” Henry gasped, pointing out towards the dinosaur. Graham’s head snapped up to meet the gaze of the unknown species of dinosaur in front of them. She was staring right at them, her interest now long since lost with the dead dinosaur previously in her grasp. She was just outside the Gyrosphere, only a layer of glass between them at her, and she let out a hissing growl and narrowed her eye, the fire coloured orb flicking between them. She blinked, her inner eyelid sliding over her eyeball with a wet sound, before she rose to her feet once more and stepped sideways around the Gyrosphere.

“What’s she doing?” Henry squeaked, craning his neck to see where she had gone. She cast a huge shadow over them, plunging the Gyrosphere into darkness.

Graham didn’t have time to answer before the huge dinosaur spun them around, her long, razor sharp claws scraping over the glass surface like nails on a chalkboard. She took a step back, pulling her muscular arms towards herself and rolling the glass orb until she could see her prize inside. Her middle claw, at least five foot long, pierced the bullet proof glass with ease in one swipe, her other claws cracking the area around it in a spiderweb pattern.

Indominus rolled them even further forward, peering down into the Gyrosphere like an inquisitive child. Henry pinched his eyes closed, unable to watch as she inspected them, her teeth stained yellow and chipped on some of their tips, still dripping with the blood of her recent kill. It wasn’t clear if she was hungry, or killing for fun, but like an inquisitive child, she had discovered something new and wanted it immediately.

Her massive jaws opened once more, widening to an unnatural angle that finally made them both scream. Henry pulled his legs up towards his body as if making himself smaller would somehow save him. Graham threw an arm out towards Henry beside him, his hand shaking as it grabbed hold of the boy in his charge, a last ditch effort to protect him. The Indominus closed her mouth around the Gyrosphere, the glass fogging up instantly and the rancid smell of her breath filtering in through the hole she has made with her claw. She couldn’t get a grip, her tongue rippling against the rounded surface until she pushed down hard and her jaws pierced the glass.

She was smart and knew she couldn't get them out through the top, so she clenched her massive jaws hard and lifted the Gyrosphere with ease. She slammed it down against the ground and the curved edge behind their seats smashed into a million tiny shards, littering the grass. Graham looked beside him and noticed the tree line whizz past his vision as the Indominus smashed them into the ground again, his heart pounding over the sound of Henry’s screaming.

“Henry, when I say run, I want you to run as fast as you can for the trees,” Graham shouted over Henry’s screeching, pointing out towards the line of tall, lush trees. His hand found Henry’s buckle, gripping his own just as hard. “You ready?” Henry gave him a nod, his body jolting forward when they were banged into the ground again.

Indominus picked them up again and Graham pressed both buckles at the same time, the latches giving with two identical clicks and both of their bodies sliding out of the blue, plastic seats. They hit the ground with a bump, Henry’s forehead hitting a flat stone and splitting open instantly. Blood trickled into his eyes and all he felt was Graham yanking him to his feet, the daylight blinding him and his heartbeat pounding in his ears as his legs carried him away from the carnage behind him.

“Run!” Graham shouted, but his words had alerted the Indominus, who paused, spying them with her beady eye and shook her head to free the glass ball stuck in her jaws. The Gyrosphere was destroyed, falling apart as she scratched it from her mouth, dropping to all fours and roared out her frustration with a screeching sound. “Go, Henry, run!” Graham encouraged again, making sure the lad was in front of him the whole time as they fled.

They ran into the trees, the cooler forest offering them no escape. Graham hadn’t realised but it was not a forest as he had initially thought, but simply a line of trees. Henry cried out, clutching his pack straps as he ran, the wind whipping at his face and making his sliced forehead sting. The grass suddenly became longer as they exited the trees, Henry lifting his little legs higher than comfortable to try and keep his speed. Huge, thundering footsteps echoed out behind them and Graham looked around to see the Indominus crashing through the tree line that had offered them no sanctuary, branches breaking under her force.

They couldn’t outrun the dinosaur, Graham knew that. She was simply too big, her stride helping her catch up to them in no time at all. His brain spun, trying to scan the environment for a way out, or even a way to hide Henry. He was the most important thing and it was his job to protect him, even if it meant the ultimate sacrifice.

“Woah!” Henry shouted and when Graham turned back around, he skidded to a stop at the top of a huge waterfall, the crystal clear water cascading over some darkened rocks and tumbling into a blue lagoon below. “What do we do now?!” He cried, grabbing Graham’s arm in a panic.

“We jump!” Graham shouted over the roar of the water, the ground shaking as the Indominus approached.

“I can’t!” Henry whined, his brow caked in blood as he shook his head, his lip trembling with a mixture of adrenaline and fear.

“You can,” Graham told him firmly, grabbing his shoulders, shaking him still and looking him straight in the eye. “You are the bravest boy I know, Henry, okay? You can do this.” Henry gave a weak nod, psyching himself up for the fall, his body stiffening in Graham’s hands. “On my count,” Graham said with a nod. “One, two, three!”

They had run out of time, Graham knew that. His encouraging meant only one of them was making it off this cliff face alive so, with a sob, Graham heaved a grunt, picking up Henry like he was weightless and throwing him out over the cliff face as far as he could. He watched, panic flushing over him as Henry’s scream was replaced with the sound of splashing, the boy hitting the water below. Graham felt time stand still, the froth and bubbles at the bottom of the fall hiding Henry’s shadow, and it felt like an eternity before he saw Henry’s pack, filled with air, pull him to the surface before his world went black.

The Indominus grabbed him in her jaws, crushing his body like it was nothing, puncturing holes in his torso and neck. Graham went limp, his life extinguishing as soon as she had grabbed him, his neck snapped by her enormous, blunted teeth and the immense pressure of her bite. She chomped down on the human in her mouth like a dog with a toy, tasting the fresh blood on her huge, flat tongue that trickled down her throat like syrup as she grabbed Graham’s leg and pulled it from his body. Like a bird of prey, she gulped him down, tossing his leg aside with a satisfied growl. She peered over the cliff, claws chipping off bits of rocks as she clenched them into the edge and let out a mighty roar.

Henry gargled, coughing out a mouth full of the water, his face streaked with a trickle of pink that he hastily wiped from his eyes. He has slipped off his pack and was holding it like a buoyancy aid, arms resting over it as he looked around for Graham and kicked his legs in the warm, tropical water. He could swim, thankfully Killian had taught him, but when he didn’t see his carer surface beside him, he began to fret.

The roar of the Indominus caught his attention and Henry looked up to see her scowling down at him over the cliff, fresh, bright red blood dripping from her jaws and mixing in with the flow of water. Another growl sounded out, her throat vibrating the noise that hurt his ears, before she stalked off, her steps fading into silence. Graham was gone, he realised that now, and Henry twisted his body in the water and began pulling himself towards the shore.

When he reached it he was near exhausted, the effort required by his tiny legs to propel himself away from a waterfall that was trying desperately to suck him making his legs burn. The shoreline was basically dirt, but Henry grabbed at some waterside grass and pulled himself into the slick muddiness, rolling over onto his back and staring up at the sky. He grabbed his pack to his chest, patting it and thanking whoever was listening, fighting the urge to cry about his fallen friend.

“Thanks, lucky pack,” he sobbed, his breath hitching and his eyelids squeezing a tear out as he blinked. “Thanks, Graham.”

Emma had calmed somewhat by the time Killian had steered her towards an official park use only Hummer. It was ginormous, but they would probably need it to go off-road in search of Henry, the chunky tires already covered with dried on mud from its last outing. Emma stared absently out of the window, watching the trees whip past the car as they headed out to the last GPS location that pinged from Graham’s phone. All employees had GPA enabled cell phones, allowing the control room to find them in the event of an accident.

Or an emergency. Or worse.

Ruby had told them that Graham hadn’t moved from his location in over thirty minutes, and Emma had begun to worry. It would mean one of only two things, both of which set her heart into a panic over Henry. If Graham was alive, he would be unreachable because he had simply lost his phone, but if he was dead? Emma didn’t want to think about what that meant for her son, and stifled a sob behind her hand as she clutched it over her mouth casually.

“Henry’s alright,” Killian said softly, his eyes glued to the road ahead of them. The dirt road was littered with debris from the trees above, clearly unused that often, but it was the quickest way to the GPA location they were heading to.

“How can you know that?” Emma snapped, although she didn’t mean to. She studied Killian’s profile, disguising her fear behind a voice that had been roughened by the lump in her throat.

“I know Henry,” Killian said with a small smile, finally looking across the cab to her. “He is a clever boy,” Killian said proudly.

“But that’s just it,” Emma growled. “He is a boy. Killian, he doesn’t know what’s happening. He might be scared, or hurt, or worse!” Emma swallowed another sob, her entire body fighting with her brain for the right to cry, and she turned her face away from his so he couldn’t see her.

Killian understood her anger completely because he was just as petrified for her son, the boy he had come to care for as more than just a friend. He loved Henry, but he knew he would never have the maternal dread that Emma was currently experiencing. “Love-” he began, but she cut him off sharply.

“Don’t,” she whined, her voice almost nothing but a squeak as she buried her face in the material of her chair so he couldn’t see her tears.

He let her be, fighting the urge to reach out and place a comforting hand on her thigh, beside her leg or lace his fingers in hers as he watched the back of her head and saw her shoulders bounce a little with her cries. He gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing left to do, letting his eyes close for longer than it was safe to do so before a chirp from the sat nav unit told him to go off road through a gap in the trees.

The suspension of the Hummer kept them mostly stable as it crawled it’s way over the grassy plains ahead of them. It was the only sound they could hear, the rumble of the V8 engine, which was unusual considering their field was usually packed full of herbivores. Maybe they had all headed down to the river to drink? It was baking hot after all. Killian’s heart plummeted to the pit of his stomach when the Hummer crested a hill and Emma gasped at the horrific sight before them.

The long tail of an Apatosaurus lay motionless in front of them and Killian let out a sad sigh at the sight. She had been attacked, unable to flee her predator because of her cumbersome body and inability to run. Long, bleeding claw lines marked her skin, her flesh torn open across her hip, shoulder, and belly, flies already making themselves at home in her wounds.

And then she took a deep breath and Killian’s heart shattered in his chest.

“Stay here,” he said sadly, grabbing his short barrelled gun and pushing the Hummer door open with a grunt. He couldn’t watch her suffer any longer than he had to, looping the gun over his shoulder as he cautiously paced the length of her body. His eyes scanned the horizon, looking for any signs of the dinosaur that had inflicted such wounds, but the plains were deserted, the smell of her already rotting flesh a sure indication of the time that had passed.

The Apatosaurus took another deep breath, her lungs rattling as she did, surely filling with fluid. She was still, unable to move anything but her eyes as Killian approached her head and knelt down beside her. Emma watched from the cab, wiping her face before fresh, new tears for the beast before her could well in her eyes. She couldn’t stay behind, instead pushing her own door open despite Killian’s warning and stepping out of the vehicle.

Her heels sunk into the ground as she walked towards him, the length of the dying dinosaur between them taking some time to walk. Emma balled her hands at her sides, nerves making her palms sweat. She had never been this close to a dinosaur before, in all the time she had been at the park, and for a second she felt guilty about all the things she had ever thought about them. They were not stupid, they were not just animals, and as the Apatosaurus took another long, gargling breath when Emma passed by her chest, she couldn’t stop the tears of sympathy rolling down her cheeks.

“I know, I know,” Killian whispered soothingly to the dinosaur, his lips pressed so close to the side of her head that Emma nearly didn’t hear him. She groaned, the sound a little higher pitched than before and her eyes rolled open to stare at Emma, the whites of her eyes visible like she was scared to the human in front of her. “Shhhh, now lass,” Killian whispered again, his fingertips stroking over the bump on her head.

Emma knelt down, ignoring the dampness of the blood covered grass as it clung to her skirt. She swallowed hard, desperately trying to ignore the sting in her throat as she watched the Apatosaurus blink again and take a much shorter breath.

“She’s drowning,” Killian said sorrowfully, stroking the side of the dinosaur’s head. “It’s alright, girl,” he soothed again, lowering his voice once more as he addressed the herbivore. “It’s alright.”

Emma reached out a shaking hand and flattened it to the dinosaurs cheek. The ridges of her skin were unexpectedly warm, heated by the blazing hot sun from where she had laid down for so long. Emma’s fingers splayed out over the reptilian flesh and her fingertips brushed against Killian’s, but neither of them moved their hands away. He looked up at her, noticing the water in her eyes and covered her hand with his as the dinosaur took her last, fleeting breath.

A single tear sprang from Emma’s eyelids and fell, splashing silently against the skin on the back of Killian’s hand. He sighed, sitting back on his heels and withdrawing his hand from Emma’s, shaking his head as his compassion faded and his anger resurfaced. He didn’t need to say anything because he had a feeling Emma already knew what he would say, and he didn’t need to add to her anxiety. A bird flying from the ground caught his attention suddenly and he looked over to his left, off down the hillside, and took a sharp breath, his brow furrowing.

He pushed himself to his feet, ignored by the still stunned Emma, and slipped his weapon off his shoulder into a more ready position. He lowered it again pretty quickly when he assessed the situation to be more one of sadness that danger. The entire plain was littered with dead bodies, every herbivore cut down, savagely mutilated and spread out across the grassland. Crows and other omnivorous birds picked at the bodies, their squabbling caws the only sound they could hear over the swish of the grass in the wind.

“It didn’t eat them,” Killian said with a frown, his jaw falling open a little in shock. Emma joined him, covering her face with her hands and gasping at the horrific sight before her. “It’s killing them for fun,” Killian surmised.

“Henry,” Emma sighed her son’s name the only word she could say as a wave of panic washed over her again.

“Come on,” Killian coaxed, wrapping an arm around her and turning her away from the carnage. “Let’s go.”

They were back in the Hummer before Emma realised, her body still numb and in shock from what she had seen. She stared down at her hands in her lap, the feel of the Apatosaurus as it took its last breath still etched into her memory and fingertips. “What have we done?” she breathed, not realising it was out loud.

“Not you, love,” Killian defended her quickly, looking over to her and finally reaching out to place his hand in hers. It snapped her from her daze and she quickly slipped her hand free from his when she felt the blush creep up over her cheeks. He retracted his hand and cleared his throat awkwardly. “This isn’t your fault.”

“That dinosaur-” She murmured.

“Will be stopped, Emma, I promise you.” Emma looked over to him at his words, her puffy eyes not quite showing the faith in him as he had expected. He couldn’t blame her though, because the Indominus had already wiped out an entire containment team and half of the population of Apatosaurus in the park. “I promise,” he reiterated more firmly.

Emma’s huge intake of air and paling expression shook him alert and he followed her gaze to the scene in front of her. Gyrosphere number seven, the one that had been missing since Henry and Graham had gone AWOL, was a crumpled mess of broken glass and twisted metal, a spark flaring from the broken electronics intermittently. They were both out of the Hummer before it had even settled into position on the grass beneath the tires, Killian scanning the area with his finger set tightly on the trigger of his shotgun.

The celebrity endorsed safety video sounded out, the voice broken and computerized between buzzes, clearly damaged. Killian approached, settling the weapon back over his shoulder when he was content it was safe and spied a huge, coffee coloured tooth poking out from the wrecked frame. Emma glanced around them for any sign of her son but quickly focused back on Killian as he reached behind his back and pulled his knife free from its sheath.

“What is it?” Emma asked quietly, her skin itching with anticipation. Killian jabbed his knife into the metal, wrenching it sideways and pulling the tooth free, inspecting the huge off white tip for any signs of blood. Emma felt her entire body sag with overwhelming panic, her breathing rapidly increasing as she stepped towards Killian and they began searching the area more thoroughly.

“No, no no!” Emma whimpered, her breath hitching in her throat as she rushed to what she had seen on the ground. There, covered in dirt and its screen smashed into a million pieces, was Graham’s phone. She reached out and picked it up, the flimsy feeling phone only held together by its rugged casing. Her hands shook when she realised the crack in the screen had likely been caused by the point of a tooth.

“Hey,” Killian called, pulling her attention away from the broken device. Emma spun around to face him, eyes wide with fear that he quickly abated with his next words. “They made it out,” he said confidently, nodding behind her to where he spotted two sets of footprints leading away from the turfed up ground.

“Thank God,” Emma sighed, pushing herself to her feet and rushing after the track marks, Killian hot on her heels.

The tracks lead across the grass and through some trees, a huge gaping hole clearly a sign of the Indominus having burst through the line of wood. Killian rushed passed Emma, clutching his gun at his side as he focused on finding the source of his interest; the roaring sound of water. Just beyond some tall reeds, he found it, the sheer drop over the waterfall making his heart stop. He knew Henry could swim, he had taught him, and he prayed to whatever Gods were listening that Henry had jumped.

Emma caught up to him quickly, noticing the huge tread marks of the dinosaur chasing the smaller human ones, her eyes focusing on the lack of footprints on either side of the cliff edge. “Oh my God, they jumped!” Emma screamed, elated. “They made it!”.

Killian surveyed the area, noting the splattering of blood around the water's edge and the distinct smell of rotting flesh in the air. He wrinkled his nose, straining his ears to hear for the tell tale buzzing of flies, before stepping a few feet sideways and peering into a reed bed. There, nestled just outside of the water and held aloft in some vibrant green foliage, was a human leg. It was too long to be Henry’s, too muscular to be anything but adult too, and Killian gulped hard in relief. “Not all of them,” he said sadly.

Emma rushed to his side, peering over his shoulder and immediately recoiling in disgust at the sight. She screamed, a high pitched sound ringing out through the valley and bouncing off the nearby treeline. Killian was at her side in an instant, silencing her with a hand clamped firmly over her mouth and a finger pressed to his lips.

“Shhhhh!” he scolded, shooting a glance around. The leg was fresh, starting to rot because of the heat, but the blood had not yet dried at the detached end, which meant the Indominus could still be close by.

Emma shook herself free, pulling his hand from her mouth with a huff and trying to ignore the way his woody, masculine scent had invaded her senses. “I’m not one of your damn animals,” she growled, stepping back from him.

“Hey!” He scolded in a hushed whisper. “Henry is alive, but you and I will not be if you continue to scream like that.” Emma relaxed, knowing he was right and quickly shooting a nervous glance around them.

“So, what now? You can track his footprints? Pick up his scent, something like that, right?” Emma whispered hurriedly, flapping her hands around in between them. She was being optimistic, Killian knew that, but she was also being ridiculous.

Killian ground his jaw in frustration. “I was with the Navy, not the Navajo,” he growled on a whisper.

“So, what do we do? How do we find him?” Emma prodded quickly.

“You get back to control,” Killian suggested gruffly. “I’ll find him.”

Emma raised an eyebrow at him and waved her hand between them once more. “We’ll find him,” she said insistently.

“You’ll last two minutes out here,” Killian told her, his word firm and tinged with worry. He was not mocking her, he was simply worried about losing her, but of course, he couldn’t tell her that. He let his eyes rake over her body and back up again, fixing his gaze on her once more. “Less in those ridiculous shoes,” he argued weakly, pointing at her heels.

Emma’s lips pulled into a tight level line on her face, her rage threatening to surface once more. She was sick of Killian treating her like the delicate flower he knew she wasn’t, pretending to protect her at every opportunity. She grabbed at the gold buckle of her designer belt that held her blouse closed, wrenching it open and not missing the way Killian’s eyes flicked down to take in her newly exposed skin. Emma tugged at her sleeves, rolling them up over her elbows to mirror his shirt and let out a long sigh, hands resting on her hips.

“What...what does that mean?” Killian asked her dumbly, fighting the urge to look down at her cleavage once more.

“It means let’s go,” Emma stated confidently. “I’m ready to find Henry.” Killian let his gaze roam over her again, trying to ignore the way his heart fluttered at the memory of how smooth her legs were as they rubbed against the back of his calves.

“Alright, but I’m in charge,” he challenged, knowing it would make her irritated to lose control. “You need to do everything I say, exactly as I say it.”

“Excuse me?” Emma narrowed her eyes at him, craning her neck sideways.

“Relax, love,” Killian teased, his lips twisting into a small smile. “It will be just like taking a stroll through the woods,” he told her, watching his hands arm his weapon with well practiced ease. “Sixty-five million years ago,” he said more seriously, knowing full well the dangers they would be in.

“He’s my son, Killian,” Emma said firmly, catching his stare and holding his eyes with her own, pleading with him almost to help her find the courage. He was enchanted every time she looked at him, and now was no exception. She would do anything for her son, he knew that.

“I know,” Killian nodded softly. “We’ll find him.” Killian stepped sideways, motioning for Emma to pass him which she did with a confident stride, arms swinging at her sides and head held high.

Killian’s foot slipped into a water-filled puddle beside him, that on closer inspection turned out to be a giant footprint, perfectly pressed into the soft ground. It was huge, the Indominus’ claws clearly visible in the track mark and Killian licked his lips nervously. He had no idea what the lab had been thinking when they had created this thing, only knowing one thing for sure; He didn’t want to meet her again any time soon.

#love finds a way #ch5 #jw au #cs au #cs fic #jurassic world au #major character death #fanfic for fanart

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artistic-writer · 7 years ago

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Love Finds a Way : CS Jurassic World AU : Ch 4

Title: Love Finds a Way by @artistic-writer

Rating: M (for people getting eaten)

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A/N: Chapter four is here! Beta’d by the lovely @resident-of-storybrooke because @kmomof4 can’t see everything first ;)

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Emma had slammed her foot down on her accelerator so hard she thought her high heel was going to pierce the bottom of her footwell. She had to get back to the control room, the engine of her SVU screaming as it sped down the employees only dirk track. She had to asses the damage of the escaped asset. Dinosaur. Killian was right. She had to be realistic; a dinosaur had escaped and two men had lost their lives. She would never forget the sound of crunching bone and their blood curdling screams that had echoed down the shared communication line.

The elevator ride up to the control room was painstakingly slow, and she felt her armpits begin to perspire under her chiffon blouse. She was in charge of this park, and she would be required to know what was going on. She knew people would have questions and her gut twisted when she heard the chime of the elevator, signaling it’s arrival to the control room floor. The doors slid open with a swishing sound and every pair of eyes in the silent room turned towards her, faces pale and some streamed with tears.

“Everyone remain calm,” she said slowly, her own words shaking as they left her mouth. The huge screen overhead showed the Indominus was on the move, heading south across the park and Emma heaved a huge breath to steady her nerves, moving across the carpeted floor to Ruby’s workstation.

“It’s moving really fast,” Ruby said in a quivering voice, eyes on the blink red dot on her screen, a mirror image of the one overhead.

“The tracking implant will shock it if it gets too close to a perimeter fence,” Emma said firmly, not sure if even she was believing her own words. She ground her teeth a little, hoping the invisible fences would be enough.

“Should I put out a park-wide alert?” Mary Margaret's asked softly, looking to her boss for guidance. She moved to press the intercom button on her headset, ready to send out the alert but David stopped her quickly.

“Hang up that phone,” he snapped, pointing to her accusingly. Mary Margaret shot Emma a glance but slowly took her finger from the headset. “Please,” David added, his tone calmer. “Let Asset Containment capture it quietly,” he told the three women in front of him in a hushed voice. “The very existence of this park depends on our ability to handle situations like this. This was an eventuality, okay?”

“You should put that in the brochure,” Ruby quipped, tapping her screen with a slightly elevated anger. Her fingers hit the screen harder than necessary. “‘Eventually, one of these things will eat somebody’,” she spat sarcastically.

David went quiet, looking to Emma to handle her staff. Emma placed a comforting hand on Ruby’s shoulder but the redhead did not turn and look at her. “The paddock is four miles from the nearest attraction. ACU can capture it before anyone else gets-”

“Eaten?” Ruby interrupted. The room fell silent.

“Tell ACU this is a non-lethal operation,” Emma instructed, pointing to Mary Margaret’s workstation. The tiny brunette slid her wheeled chair further under her desk, tapping away at her touchscreen workstation. “This is a capture mission, not a kill on sight. Make sure they understand.”

“How fast can they run?” Walsh said casually, hands on his hips as he approached Liam. He had witnessed the tracking ability of the raptors first hand and was more than impressed, eager to get more information and potentially get them out into the combat field. Liam looked up at him with suspicion and he paused, stilling his hands against the dry, bumpy ridges of Blue’s skin.

“Forty miles per hour,” Liam said quickly. “Fifty when they are really hungry.” Liam dropped his gaze back to Blue who began to snort through her metal muzzle as Walsh got closer.

Walsh whistled, impressed with the figures he was hearing. The practical applications to weaponizing raptors were looking more and more lucrative. “You ever open ‘em up? See what they can really do?” He grinned, a flash of white teeth making Liam’s skin crawl.

“No,” he said firmly, his voice low resuming the gentle rhythm of his hands against Blue’s head and lower jaw. Blue’s eyes darting towards Walsh, her slit like pupil narrowing and her lips curling back to reveal her teeth. “I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” Liam warned him, feeling the muscles in Blue’s neck tense in his hands. Walsh took another step closer, staring her straight in the eye, and when she shook in her confines, he jumped back alarmed.

“Fuck!” He cried out, the skin on his neck flushing hot with panic. When he realised he was in no danger he laughed, clapping his hands together and giving the raptor a sneer. “Scared the shit out of me.”

“So, you wouldn’t take one home?” Liam teased, moving away from the alpha raptor and towards Delta.

Walsh laughed again, hands on his hips as he followed the curly haired Brit across the yard. Delta began to growl, the rumble in her chest much deeper than Blue’s and Walsh eyed her flickering yellow eye nervously.

“You’re intent on aggravating all my raptors today, aren’t you?,” Liam sighed, stroking his fingertips over Delta’s neck. Walsh gave him another cocky smirk.

“Can I touch it?” He asked, ignoring the question and motioning to the raptor between them.

Liam shrugged with a twitch of a smile. “Go ahead.” Walsh reached out and Delta began to pant in her muzzle, the thick steel construct stopped her from moving. She was stressed but Liam knew Walsh would not get close enough. Just as he was about to touch the blunted bumps of her skin, Delta jumped, clawing at the other side of the huge metal wall that their heads poked through. Walsh pulled his hand back as if he had been burned, his heart thundering in his chest.

“Shush,” Liam soothed, reassuring Delta quickly. “There’s a good lass.” She trusted him and knew he would not let any harm come to her. He and Killian had raised them all since they had hatched and been with them every step of their lives, and soon Delta relaxed once more. Liam’s pager beeped against his hip, the small black box vibrating on its belt. Walsh gave him a puzzled look as he read the shorthand code, grunting in frustration before he turned and addressed the entire paddock staff. “Code 19!”

The men on the boardwalk over the raptor cage scattered, reaching for their radios to pass on the message.

“That’s the Indominus!” One of the men shouted, his face turning white.

“They’ve lost two guys already,” Liam said sadly, his head hanging.

“What’s a code 19?” Walsh asked dumbly.

“Asset out of containment.” Liam shook his head, Walsh’s shocked face surprising even him. “These people never learn.” Liam grit his teeth and pushed past Walsh, heading towards his truck.

“They’re going to learn all kinds of new things about their asset now,” Walsh chimed with glee.

The elevator doors chimed once more but this time no one in the control room turned to see Killian step out of the metal box, his face stony and determined. The doors had barely parted when he barged through them, his fists clenching at his side as he approached Emma. The gnarled scars on his left hand itched, the old, poorly healed raptor bite forever a reminder of what happens when you take your eyes off the ball for a second.

The burly security guard tried to stop him, insisting of seeing some ID, but Killian breezed right past him, batting the guys hand out of the way. He caught Emma’s eye as she turned to check out the commotion, her expression guilty but also thankful that he was okay.

“What the hell happened out there?” He spat, advancing on her. “There are thermal cameras all over that paddock. She did not just disappear!” The security guard stopped his advances, a huge arm across Killian’s chest and a stern look in his eyes.

Emma turned away, staring blankly at the moving red dot on the overhead monitor. She sighed, blinking slowly, before turning back to him with the best business voice she could muster. “There must have been a technical malfunction,” she offered, but Killian was not appeased.

“Bullshit, Swan! Were you not watching?” He desperately tried to reason. “She clawed at that wall as a distraction. She wanted you to think she had escaped.” Killian had begun to sweat, a mixture of the heat and adrenaline, and the security guard stepped aside when the overpowering smell of gasoline hit his nostrils.

“We are talking about an animal here,” Emma scoffed, lowering her voice in the hopes Killian would follow.

“A highly intelligent animal,” he ground out slowly, his voice even and angry. He couldn’t believe that Emma, of all people, was still trying to justify what had just happened. Why couldn’t she see what he was seeing?

“The ACU is four hundred meters to the tracking beacon,” Mary Margaret interrupted, gulping hard. All eyes turned to the screen overhead, eight heartbeat monitors and four live-action cameras relaying video feeds directly to the control room. Camera one showed the soldiers exiting their trucks, electric shock rods and a fireable net muzzle in their hands.

“You’re going after her with non-lethals?” Killian gasped in horror. He shot David a look too, but the owner simply looked away.

“We have twenty-six million dollars invested in that asset. We can’t just kill it,” David told him, pointing at the screen as if to emphasize his point.

“Three hundred meters to the beacon,” Mary Margaret announced, her panic stricken voice quaking a little.

“You need to call this mission off right now,” Killian pleaded, looking between David and Emma once more. Neither answered and he stepped forward, blocking Emma’s view of the screen above her.

“They are right on top of it,” Ruby announced, her own anticipation evident in her words.

“Swan, call it off. Right. Now!” Killian cried louder. Emma didn’t move, instead ignoring his pleas. “Please, Emma. Call this off.” Her name made her look up at him, sorrow in his eyes and out of the corner of her eye she watched his scarred hand fidgeting at his side. At her silence, he turned, his eyes flicking up to the live feed cameras in case he could see any sign of the animal.

“You are not in control here,” Emma snapped, her eyes dry where she had forgotten to blink. She was thankful he had turned at the point he did, because any more of his intense staring may have caused her to falter in her resolve.

Killian turned back to Emma, his blue eyes a faded shade of grey. “Damn it, Emma, those men are all going to die.” Killian fell silent, as did the rest of the control room, all eyes on the camera feed of the leader of the ACU when a beeping caught their attention.

The camera jolted around, shaking from side to side as he approached his target, the beeping of the tracking implant getting louder and louder. Killian held his breath and Emma’s turned shallow, the screen a direct feed of what the man could see. He suddenly lowered his weapon and what appeared to be a chunk of scaled skin came into view, a red blinking light of the chip clearly visible at the end of a long, pill shaped device.

“What is that?” David asked with a frown.

“That’s her tracking implant,” Killian said, almost impressed. “She’s clawed it out.”

“How would she know where it was?” Emma asked, folding her arms over her chest.

“She remembered where they put it in,” Killian surmised, eyes wide and on the blinking red screen ahead of him.

The camera feed wobbled again, the ACU leader standing up and surveying the area with the sound of twigs snapping filled the control room. There was nothing on the camera but birds scattered overhead, fleeing the safety of the trees as branches seemed to begin to move unnaturally. Suddenly, they all heard a gasp, the leader’s camera feed showing the Indominus Rex as she appeared from out of nowhere.

“It can camouflage!” He screamed, stumbling over his feet as he tried to run back to his troops. He was too late and Indominus snatched him up in her huge, clawed hands, squeezing his body until he went limp in her grasp.

One brave soldier got closer, the flickering blue spark of his taser igniting as he jabbed Indominus in the leg, her roar sounding out through the trees. She swiped a razor sharp claw at him, slicing him almost in two and spun on her agile feet, her tail sending another troop into a huge nearby tree. She roared again, the electrical impulse bullets having no effect as she pivoted, grabbing another soldier and throwing him over her shoulder where he hit a tree, his spine breaking in half and his body falling into a limp pile at her feet.

The control room filled with the sounds of gunfire, the electrical pulses of non-lethal shots mixed with the panic shouting of the troops on the ground. A loud, single tone beep sounded out, the commander’s heart rate flatlining on the screen in front of them. Another came next, and then another, the cries of the men in the field becoming less frequent as they systematically tried to subdue the dinosaur, failing each time. Killian turned and gave Emma a look, one that was filled with sympathy and blame, before another anguished cry grabbed his attention back to the screen.

One lucky shot managed to net the Rex’s muzzle and she began shaking her head furiously from side to side. Eager to contain their asset, the men moved in, but it was futile. Indominus clawed at the net covering her snout, rolling it off with ease, dropping to all fours and sending out an ear piercing roar of fury towards the men attacking her. One, who happened to be too close, got snapped up in her jaws, his body punctured and torn apart by her massive teeth as she chewed on his torso, showering his comrades in his blood.

Mary Margaret covered her mouth and looked away, a gasp falling from her lips and the rest of the control room had no choice but to watch in horror as the other men and women of the ACU were picked off one by one. The eight heartbeats turned to red lines, signaling the team’s demise with an eerie chill. David pressed his hands together as if praying, his expression that of absolute remorse. What had they done?

“Evacuate the island,” Killian said desperately, his voice ragged. “This place is not safe anymore.”

Emma, paralyzed by what she had just witnessed, gulped hard and felt the sting of tears in her eyes. “We’d never re-open the park,” she stammered.

Killian felt his rage bubble to the surface. He had tried and failed to make Emma see sense with begging, warned her so many times that this might happen. He couldn’t believe her only response was about money, her only care in the world for the profits of the island. There were over twenty-two thousand visitors on the island right now, so didn’t she care if they all died?

“You made a genetic hybrid and raised it in captivity.” He growled, pacing in front of her. “She is seeing this all for the first time,” he bit out, pointing to the screen behind her. Emma followed his hand with her gaze, seeing the blood spattered camera on one of the men still sending a live feed. “She does not even know what she is. She will kill everything that moves.”

“You think the animal is contemplating her own existence?” David frowned, kind of seeing Killian’s point. He liked Killian and respected his knowledge of the creatures he cared for.

“I think she is trying to work out where she fits in the food chain, and I’m not sure you want her to figure that out.” Killian stared at the man in front of him, David’s expression turning into that of sheer terror. “I know ACU can use live ammunition in an emergency situation and I know you have an M134 in your armory, so put it on a helicopter and kill this thing!”

“We have families here,” Emma snapped at him. She decided enough was enough. He was not in charge, regardless of David’s opinion of him. “I’m not going to turn this place into a war zone.”

“You already have,” Killian said calmly, pity in his words.

“Mr. Jones, if you are not going to help, then there is no reason for you to be in here.” Killian ground his teeth, the muscles in his jaw twitching under his stubbled skin as Emma motioned for security to remove him.

The security guard made a move towards him but Killian halted him with a hand, relenting to her demands. He stormed past her, giving her a final glare before slowing near to David and leaning closer to the man who had inadvertently authorised the creation of such a beast.

“I would have a word with the people in your lab,” Killian whispered gruffly. “Find out what went into that thing. It’s no dinosaur.” Killian made his way to the elevator, turning in the dimly lit metal box and slamming his fingertip into the desired button.

Merlin watched as the group of disgruntled tourists outside of his lab shuffled through the narrow corridor like a line of ants. He had heard the announcement, in every language, and knew something was going on. He also knew that the appearance of the owner of the park, David Nolan, was no coincidence. He offered the man a tight lipped smile that was not returned through the glass window to the lab, instead heading towards the door and punching in the keycode that would allow Nolan entry.

“We have a problem,” David said hastily, his voice hushed as the door closed slower than he would have liked behind him. “We have an asset out of containment.”

“Oh?” Merlin’s interest was piqued, an eyebrow rising above his browline. “Which one?”

“Paddock 11,” David growled, ignoring the bustle of lab techs behind him.

Merlin’s face lit up, his lips twitching into a sly smile. David watched the man with a narrowed gaze and could have sworn he found glee in the situation they were all facing. The Indominus was clearly not to be messed with and more people would die if David didn’t find out how to stop it.

“I suppose you want to know how I designed her?” Merlin offered casually and David gave him a deadpan stare. Merlin moved around his desk, seating himself in the plush, white leather swivel chair there and casually pouring two cups of camomile tea. He had been half way through making a pot when David arrived. “You know I am not at liberty to reveal the asset’s genetic makeup,” he said, offering the man one of the glass teacups, which David declined. “Modified animals are known to be unpredictable.”

David inhaled deeply, his fingers interlaced in front of him. “It’s killed people, Jon,” he said sadly.

Merlin looked away from him, fixing his eyes on the steam slowly swirling up from his cup of tea. “That’s unfortunate,” he said softly.

“Tell me,” David prompted, shifting his weight. “What possible purpose could we have for a dinosaur that can camouflage?”

“Cuttlefish genes were added to help her with an accelerated growth rate,” Merlin began, trying to appease his boss. “They have chromatophores that allow the skin to change colour.”

David relaxed a little, satisfied with the man’s answer, but he needed to know more. He took a seat opposite Merlin, resting his arm on the table, the elbow creases in his blue suit falling away because of the thread count of the expensive jacket. “It hid from our thermal technology,” David added, watching Merlin take a sip of his tea. “How do you explain that?”

Merlin nearly choked on his beverage in elation, gulping down the boiling liquid before it had time to burn his tongue. “Really?” He asked excitedly.

“How is that possible?” David prompted again but was met with an eerie silence. It was like the man before him was trying to fabricate some sort of story, the cogs turning in his mind. David was about to ask again, when Merlin rose to his feet and made his way around the desk, resting his hands to a lab station across from his desk.

“Tree frogs can modulate their infrared output. We used strands of their DNA to help her adapt to a tropical climate, but, I never imagined-,” His voice trailed off, a smirk that David was unable to see plastered across his face. He felt powerful, superior to all other men, having created such a formidable beast.

“Who authorised you to do this?” David sighed, rubbing his temples.

Merlin spun to face him, his smile lost and his serious expression back once more. “You did,” he said darkly, pointing a menacing finger towards David. “Bigger. Scarier.” Merlin paused, chuckling to himself. “I believe the word you used in your memo was, cooler.” David gave him a shocked expression, remembering the memo he had indeed sent out, but not thinking anyone would be foolish enough to heed his words. “You cannot have exaggerated predator features without the corresponding character traits!”

“Exaggerated?” David shrieked, letting out the longest breath. “What you are doing here, Jon,” David shook his head with disdain. “When the board finds out what you have done, they will shut this place down, seize all of your work and you will lose everything you have built!” David roared, his anger getting the better of him as he leaped to his feet. He took a calming breath, straightening his jacket and rebuttoning it at the front. “Hammond won’t be there the protect you this time, Jon, and neither will I.”

“All of this exists because of me!” Merlin spat, his voice quaking with rage. “If I don’t create these dinosaurs, somebody else will.”

“Not anymore,” David said firmly, looking around the lab.

“What does that mean?” Merlin frowned.

“You are to cease all research and activities here immediately,” David told him sternly, wording his sentence like a formal notice.

Merlin laughed. “You are acting like we are some sort of mad scientists, but we are just doing what we have always done! Nothing in Jurassic World is natural,” he chuckled. “We have always filled gaps in the genome with the DNA of other animals, and, if their genetic code was pure, many would look quite different.” Merlin’s voice was desperate, an octave higher than normal and David eyed him suspiciously as he took a step towards him. “But you didn’t ask for reality, David, you asked for more teeth,” he growled, directing his last ounce of anger at the man in front of him.

“I never asked for a man-eating monster!” David barked, puffing out his chest.

“Oh, monster is such a relative term,” Merlin smiled evilly, his voice suddenly much calmer than before. It made the hairs on David’s neck tingle. “To a canary, a cat is a monster.” He paused, staring directly into David’s eyes. “We are just used to being the cat.”

Inside the gyrosphere was surprising cool for a big glass dome that rolled around the plains on Jurassic World whilst the blazing hot Costa Rican sun beat down on it. It was probably air conditioned Henry figured, because it had everything else. It was a marvel of technology -or so the celebrity endorsed infomercial currently playing on the screen in front of them was saying. It was designed to never roll over, always keeping them upright and with a perfect three hundred and sixty degree view of the world around them.

Except, so far, Henry hadn’t seen a single dinosaur.

He sighed, staring at his reflection more than out of the window pane beside him as Graham steered the ball through the invisible sensors that guided their way. On their way to the Gyrospheres, Graham had shown him the Mosasaurus exhibit, because it was feeding time, and she was one of the coolest dinosaurs on the island. At over fifty five feet long, and weighing over twenty eight tons, when she had emerged from the water to grab the Great White that dangled over her oceanic pool, Henry had squealed in delight. But now, his excitement had waned, and he was sullen once more.

“Cheer up,” Graham said with a smile, nudging Henry with his elbow. “We’ll see something soon.”

“Where are they?” Henry grumbled, pushing his bottom lip out dramatically.

They heard a loud rumble, the vibrations through the ground traveling right through the glass of the gyrosphere. Henry gasped, eyes wide and fixed ahead as Graham slowed the sphere to almost a complete stop, in awe of the sight before him. An array of dinosaurs came into view as they crested the hill, the valley crammed full of dinosaurs of all shapes and sizes.

“Herbivores!” Henry cried, straining against his seatbelt to get a better look. He tore his eyes away for a second to scramble for his backpack, reaching inside to quickly find his camera.

“See, I told you,” Graham grinned beside him, steering clear of a Triceratops who was rising top her feet after what seemed like a long, relaxing nap. She grunted, shaking her head as she did, and then headed off to a nearby tree where she began nibbling at the leaves.

They rolled on further down the hill, making sure to avoid the footsteps of an Apatosaurus as she walked alongside them. Henry was almost pressed up against the window so hard he couldn’t even click the camera, but he somehow managed to snap shot after shot of the side of the beast. Graham laughed, wondering how many of his photos would actually come out once he got home, but not wanting to discourage his enthusiasm, he let him click away.

Graham watched as Henry gasped even harder, the sight of a fully grown Stegosaurus so close to them making the boy practically vibrate with anticipation. The creature simply looked at them, her huge, golden iris blinking slowly like she had seen a Gyrosphere every day of her life. She probably had in reality, and she was unphased when Henry’s camera was pointed directly at her, her plates wobbling from side to side as she waddled away.

A warning message came over the radio comms of their gyrosphere, telling them the ride was now closed and they were to return to the park. Henry frowned and looked at Graham with a sigh, his little cherub cheeks pinking under his disappointment.

“Hey,” Graham soothed. “We don’t have to go in just yet.” He gave Henry a small smile and the boy hung his head, not convinced by the adult's words.

“But they said it was closed,” Henry grumbled, stuffing his camera back into his pack and tugging the zipper closed.

“Not to us,” Graham said with a sly grin. “Your mom is in charge, right? I think that means we can stay out for a bit longer.”

“You think?” Henry asked excitedly, his eyes flaring back up with light and his cheeks squishing his eyes closed a little as he grinned.

“Yeah,” Graham shrugged playfully. “And we can go anywhere. Watch this.” Graham grabbed the control stick and threw it forward, both of them thrown back in their seats as the ball whizzed forward. The sound of the mechanism spooked some dinosaurs nearby, who erupted in full gallops to avoid the rotating ball as it zipped down the valley, their roars lost behind the sound of Henry’s excited whoop.

Graham was so preoccupied with trying to be cooler than Henry’s friend Killian that he almost didn’t feel his phone vibrating in his jeans pocket. When he did, he slowed the ball to a steady pace once more, fishing around for the cellular device and quickly swiping the screen to answer the call.

“Hey, Emma,” he almost sang, giving Henry a wink.

“Graham! Thank God!” Emma sighed in relief.

“Emma, I can’t hear you,” Graham frowned, struggling to make out her voice through the distorted sounds coming down his phone. “There must be some sort of interference with the gyrosphere.”

“Graham, I need you to-” Emma began but her words were cut short when the call ended with a double beep.

Emma pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at the screen. The call had ended and when she tried to reconnect the call, there was no signal from the other line. She raced to Ruby’s workstation and leaned over her shoulder, searching the screen for the telltale blip of red lights that signaled errors.

“Are there any gyrospheres still out?” She barked impatiently.

“No,” Ruby shook her head, tapping a few buttons to rescan the park. “Oh wait!” She called, just as Emma was about to move away. “There is still one out in the field.”

“Get a team out to them immediately,” Emma snapped at Mary Margaret, clicking her fingers at the brunette. Mary Margaret knew better than to complain, Emma’s face a mixture of panic and desperation she had rarely seen.

“Security, we need a search a rescue in the valley,” Mary Margaret voiced over the intercom, awaiting the muffled sound of the rangers at the other end. A man’s voice came back almost instantly, telling her that it would have to wait because they were dealing with another crisis that was far more important than a lost gyrosphere.

Emma grabbed the headset, holding it to her head, her teeth squeaking in her ears because of how tightly she was grinding her jaw. “No! Listen to me. There are two guests missing, including my son, so you need to make this your top priority!” Emma screeched. Ruby and Mary Margaret both looked at her, shocked at her words. Both of them knew Henry, loved him in fact, and they now understood Emma’s urgency.

“Just do it, man,” Ruby whispered to herself, knowing the guy on the other end of the phone wouldn’t have a job the next day if he didn’t comply. He simply responded with a casual comment about how there were a lot of guests missing, including a lot of people’s sons, and he would get to it in due time.

“Fine!” Emma shouted, tossing the headset back into the monitor and making Mary Margaret jump. “I’ll do it myself!” Emma stood up straight, brushing her hair out of her eyes and exhaling hard. She didn’t know what to do, where to start or how to even get to Henry. The tracking light of the Indominus was edging even closer to the valley, and she would soon be right on top of her son, so Emma had to think fast.

“Think, maybe, he could help?” Ruby suggested, pointing to Killian’s figure on a security screen above them. He was diffusing a situation with some testy tourists, the image grainy but clearly Killian trying to calm down both parties with a wave of his hands.

Emma knew exactly where Killian was from the CCTV footage, so headed for the lobby to the information center immediately. Her heels clicked against the floor as she entered, trying to avoid the gaze of the tourist who eyed her suspiciously because of her attire. It was possible some of them recognised her, and were about to inundate her with questions, but Killian found her first and hooked a hand around her elbow, dragging her off to a shadowy corner of the lobby.

“Emma.” All he said was her name, his voice etched with concern, his entire body fighting the urge to kiss her. Their little spat in the control room had left him angry but on the verge of grabbing her and kissing her senseless. In a way, he was thankful for Emma’s patience with him had run out before he had a chance to. Emma untangled herself from his grasp, shaking them both back to reality, in which they were both angry with each other about a dinosaur that had escaped.

“Killian, I need your help! The gyrosphere is out in the field and Graham is not answering his cell phone, and security won’t go after them-,” Emma began frantically, her words tumbling from her mouth so fast he wasn’t sure what she was saying. She was waving her arms, hair bouncing around the sides of her face as she shook her head from side to side.

“Woah, slow down there lass,” he coaxed, holding up his hands as if halting a wild animal. He grabbed her face, clutching the soft skin of her cheeks in his hands and she stopped immediately, hazel eyes meeting blue as she felt a sudden calm wash over her. “One thing at a time. Start with the most important.”

“Henry is in the field and the Indominus Rex is heading in his direction!” Emma felt her eyes well up at her own words, the shock on Killian’s face paramount to his ability to form words. “We have to go find him,” she told him on a whimper, her tears finally falling from her eyelids and reducing her to a blubbering mess.

“Hey, hey,” Killian soothed, pulling her into his body and wrapping his arms around her securely, not even flinching when she locked her arms around his waist and buried her face in his shirt. She smelled like he remembered, obviously not changing her shower gel or deodorant, and he inhaled her scent greedily. “We’ll find him, I promise.” Killian pulled out of her embrace a little, lifting her head to look at him with a hooked finger under her chin. “Alright?”

Emma nodded, letting him wipe away her tears with a swipe of his hand, the scars on the back of it rubbing against the smooth skin of her cheek. She noticed but didn’t say anything when he used his injured hand, something that had happened after they had been together. Emma wondered if he was embarrassed, most people would have been, but his tender caress showed more of his true character that Emma yearned to get to know.

“Save those tears for when we find him, alright? I only want to see happy tears.” Killian gave her a reassuring smile, brushing his thumb over the corner of her mouth until it twitched into a nervous smile and her sobs had faded away with a nod. “Okay, let’s go.”

#cs au #jw au #love finds a way #ch 4 #cs fanfic #cs fic

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artistic-writer · 7 years ago

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Love Finds a Way : CS Jurassic World AU : Ch 3

Title: Love Finds a Way by @artistic-writer

Rating: M (for people getting eaten)

Also on: AO3 - FF

A/N: Chapter three is here! Beta’d by the lovely @resident-of-storybrooke because @kmomof4 can’t see everything first ;)

Taglist: @hollyethecurious @kmomof4 @resident-of-storybrooke@cocohook38 @sherlockianwhovian @searchingwardrobes @wordsmith-storyweaver @winterbaby89 @kymbersmith-90 @wellhellotragic @killianmesmalls @killian-whump @nonnyj @jennjenn615

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The drive out to where Killian Jones lived was something Emma never thought she would have to do again. He kept himself to himself for a reason, constantly tinkering with his boat engine, or his motorcycle, or some other contraption that had her kid so engrossed in the man. Henry loved him, but Emma suspected that because of his lack of a father figure, or any siblings, Henry was just latching onto the only man that paid him any attention. Or that’s what she hoped. The last thing she wanted was for her very smart, very cunning son to be parent trapping her with a man only she knew she had slept with.

And Killian. Of course, he knew too but had been the gentleman he always had promised he would be and never said a word to anyone. As far as anyone on the island was aware, they were colleagues who had only interacted because of Henry’s fascination with the man. Emma knew Graham suspected more, but he had never mentioned anything, probably afraid of losing his job. He was her employee after all, and even if she had caught him glancing a little too languidly in her direction from time to time, that was all he was to her.

The dirt track Emma was driving on opened up ahead, the stabilizing suspension of the SUV keeping her reasonably steady as she hit a few potholes in the road. She clicked her tongue against the back of her teeth, aggravated by Killian’s need to be so out of the way it made everyone else's life difficult to get to him. At least, when he did hang around with Henry, he did most of the ferrying back and forth, and she didn’t have to make this god awful journey each time.

Two huge Guanacaste trees partially blocked the view of Killian’s Airstream trailer, the panels of which were beaten a dented in places. Emma parked her car under the tree, its gnarled and twisted branches swaying in the humid Costa Rican breeze that swept in from the water next to where Killian called home. It was modest, Emma would give him that, and confusingly nothing like the cocky, arrogant demeanor he exuded to everyone. Maybe he was different than she had first thought, and maybe he was more than what everyone made him out to be. But Emma liked control, and that night they had spent together gave her enough pause to make sure she was gone the next morning.

She had never regretted anything so much in her entire life.

She turned off the engine and sat back in her seat, spying the man she had come to see instantly. He was, as usual, tinkering with his motorcycle, smudges of oil across his forehead and his hair almost wet with sweat. The heat of the day meant no training of his raptors apparently, and so she knew he would be here, elbow deep in some sort of grease. He didn’t look up as she watched him through the windscreen, reluctant to exit the air-conditioned vehicle.

“Just act professional,” Emma told herself with a deep breath, tugging the spring loaded handle of the door until it popped open and stepping out onto the hard, grass-covered ground. With one last look at herself in the reflection of the car door’s window, Emma smoothed her blonde locks from her face and tried to ignore the tingle in her stomach she always got when he was around.

Killian looked in her direction as she approached, his face lighting up for just a second before he remembered that a visit from the director of operations probably wasn't a good thing. He only ever saw Emma after hours when he hung out with Henry, so he knew this was a business visit. With a sigh, he resumed the mechanical fix he had begun on his beloved Triumph, watching his hands as they worked.

“What do you want now?” He called out as she approached. He shifted his weight on the upturned metal bucket he was perched on, angling his head for a better view of the bolt he was trying to tighten.

“Mr. Jones, I need you to come and assess something for me,” Emma began, stopping just short of his bike. He halted his repair, frowning as he looked in her direction and twisted the wrench in his hands. “For Nolan,” she corrected quickly, placing her hands in front of her body so as not to appear too threatening.

“Why are you calling me ‘Mr. Jones’?” He asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at her, his lips curving into a teasing grin. He knew she had to keep this professional, just like she always tried to, only this time there was no Henry around to make sure she kept her hands to herself.

“Killian.” Emma relented, twisting her fingers together awkwardly. “If you’re not too busy.”

Killian let a laugh tumble from this throat. “I’m actually very busy, love,” he said flippantly, reaching beside himself for the bottle of water he kept nearby. It was a poor distraction, but he couldn’t keep looking at her without her son nearby to stop him from telling her how he really felt.

“We have an attraction-,” Emma sighed but he cut her off as soon as the words had left her mouth.

“Funny, I thought that but you were gone when I woke up.” Killian pushed himself to his feet, the sweat rolling down the divot on his spine under his shirt that was already tanned from the dirt of the day. The top three buttons were open to air his chest, and the chest hair Emma remembered so vividly poked out of the space. When he turned to face her, he caught Emma’s looking him up and down and smirked, running a finger over his lips.

“I’m talking about the dinosaurs, Mr. Jones. If you could just come and take a look-,” Emma babbled, her patience wearing thin. She needed to get away from him, but as he started to walk her way, the sway of his hip in his skin tight faded black jeans gave her cause to blush.

“Kil-lian,” he said firmly, accenting his name, the roll of his tongue something Emma remembered all too fondly between her legs. “You didn’t seem to have any trouble remembering my name that night,” Killian teased, watching her roll her eyes.

“We made a new species-,” Emma said flatly, ignoring his attempts at flattery.

Killian frowned, a sinking feeling in his gut making him suddenly queasy. “You just made a new dinosaur?”

“Well yeah, it’s kind of what we do here.” Emma batted away some annoying insects that had begun to assault her face, swatting the air with an annoying tut each time she missed the offending bugs. “The exhibit opens to the public in three weeks and Mr. Nolan wanted me to consult with you.”

Killian’s arm shot out and he caught the bug that had been buzzing around Emma, squashing it between his fingers with so much skill it made Emma pause and hold her breath for what he was about to do next. He brushed his fingers down his jeans, ridding them of the bug guts before giving her a coy smirk. “You want to consult here, or in my trailer?” He grinned, running his tongue along his teeth.

“You’re not funny,” Emma huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I’m a little bit funny,” Killian laughed, giving her a wink as he turned away from her. Emma let out the breath she had been holding, scared of what he might have done. He was standing so close she could feel the heat from his body, the sexual tension between them more than palpable, and the tone of his gravelly voice had suggested his joke was in fact, not even intended as such.

“We need you to evaluate the paddock for safety concerns. Vulnerabilities,” She clarified as he toyed with another wrench from the set on the rickety wooden bench behind him. He inspected the head of it, not really needing to because he knew it wasn’t the one he required, and then looked back up to her with the soulful blue eyes she would always get lost in as he ascended the steps to the deck surrounding his trailer.

“Why me?” He shrugged, entering a narrow doorway, the sound of metal wrenches rattling around.

Emma sighed. This was harder than she had anticipated. Maybe she should have just called him. “Mr. Nolan thinks, since you can control the raptors-”

“I don’t control the raptors,” Killian corrected her quickly as he exited the tiny shed type building. “We have a relationship, based on mutual respect.” He walked back along the deck towards where she was standing, tapping the wrench into his palm.

“Are we still talking about the raptors?” Emma asked slowly, looking down at her feet. She had never apologized for leaving someone alone in bed before, but it was clear she had hurt Killian. He shameless flirting was a ruse, even she could see that, hiding his true feelings for her that had clearly never gone away. “I’m sor-,” she began, but he cut her off.

“You want to control everything, and you run from what you can’t. That’s why I woke up alone,” He told her with a shrug, brushing past her as he twisted the head of the wrench in his hands. The sound of clicking was almost drowned out by Emma’s gasp.

“Excuse me?” Emma spat, aghast.

“Was I at least good?” He gave her a twisted grin, enjoying the way she blushed under his questioning.

“I’m not talking about this,” Emma shook her head, turning to head back to her car.

“Nevermind, I know I was,” Killian smiled boyishly, catching the glare in her eyes as she spun back to face him. He licked his lips as she stormed back towards him, reseating himself on the metal bucket that groaned under his weight. He loved her when she was fired up, secretly wishing he could it more often, but he would take this encounter for now.

“Look, can we just focus on the asset, please?” Emma ground out, her jaw a little clenched.

“The asset?” Killian cocked his head, standing to meet her once more. He pulled a rag from his back pocket, the fabric worn and full of holes, and proceeded to wipe at his hands. He was done working on his bike for today because clearly, again, the geniuses who ran the park were idiots. “Look, I get that you are in charge around here,” he started, rubbing at his hands a little too furiously as he once again walked towards her. “I get that you have to make a lot of difficult decisions, and it’s probably easier for you to think of these animals as just numbers on a spreadsheet. But they’re not, love. They’re alive.”

Killian was passionate about animals, he always had been, and always thought of himself as lucky to live in a time where a man could get up close and personal with dinosaurs. He had been honored to have been hand picked for his research program, really believing he would be doing good in the world, but had since learned that the people in control never wanted what was best for the animals they created. All they cared about was the income, profits, and losses.

“Yes, I am aware,” Emma told him sternly.

“Are you, though?” He quipped sarcastically. “You might have made them a laboratory, but they don’t know that. They are just thinking about food and fucking,” Killian said smoothly, accenting the last word as he let his gaze roam over Emma’s figure like she wasn’t even clothed. “You can relate to at least one of those things, right?”

“I’ll be in the car,” Emma shook her head, rolling her eyes at his antics. She stormed off towards the car once more, stopping to give him a disgusted face and waved her hand at him. “You might want to take a shower. They are very sensitive to smell.”

It was a quiet ride to the paddock, each sitting in complete silence on either side of the car. Killian felt weird, preferring his motorcycle to any other mode of transport, and idly watched the trees whip past the window outside. The paddock itself was not that far away from his trailer, on a more secluded part of the island where they often raised their new dinosaurs. Killian had heard the roars of this new creature lately but didn't recognize it as anything the park already had on show, and Emma had confirmed this with her earlier story.

He looked over to the driver’s seat, the concentration of Emma’s face reflected in how hard she was gripping the steering wheel. He watched her profile, as perfect as the night he had watched her sleep beside him, ignoring the pang of anger that crept into his gut feeling when he remembered he had never got to see that pretty profile in the sunrise. Emma was flighty, he knew that now, but he was absolutely sure she wouldn’t throw herself from a moving vehicle to escape him.

“Why do you hang around with my son?” Emma asked him suddenly as if reading his mind. She kept her eyes trained on the road before her so as not to hit any low hanging branches that might spell the end of their short journey.

“Henry?” Killian asked dumbly, enjoying the way she cast him a quick glance to affirm her question. “He’s a smart lad,” Killian said honestly, returning his own gaze to the side window. “He has the potential to be something great and if I can help him with that, then why not?”

“So, it’s not to get closer to his mother then?” Emma asked, a little hurt that his initial answer hadn’t included her.

“Certainly not,” Killian shook his head. “I might be many things, Swan, but I would never use Henry like that.” Killian looked back at her, unable to decipher the reason for her questioning from her profile alone. “Henry means too much to me. And besides,” he said with a smirk. “I don’t need an eight-year-old wingman.”

Emma let out a soft laugh, raising an eyebrow at him. “Are you sure? You haven’t dated since we, well, you know.”

Killian raised his own eyebrow back at her in response, toying with the patch of skin behind his ear. “And how would you know that, love?” Killian asked quickly, intrigued by her line of questioning more than irritated.

She gave him a soft smile. “Henry, of course.”

“Of course,” Killian agreed. “The lad does spend an awful lot of time with me. He would have noticed a girlfriend. That and he thinks we should-”

“How do you know that? What has he told you?” Emma slammed on the brakes, the car skidding to a stop on the gravel outside of the compound wall. Killian’s hand flew out against the dashboard, helping slow the motion of his body as it fought against the seat belt restraint. She turned to her head towards him and Killian could clearly see some panic in her eyes.

“Be friends,” Killian finished his interruption slowly, watching Emma’a body sag in the seat beside him. He smirked, his lips twitching into a smile that he was unable to hide as her cheeks flushed red and she let out a breath. “It’s alright, love,” Killian teased. “I won’t let anyone know you have a crush on me.”

He exited the car before Emma could answer, the slam of the door drowning out the sound of her huff. Emma followed him out, watching him as he took in the huge, concrete wall with a concerned stare. He shot her a look, one that said he was uncomfortable, even before she walked past him in full business mode and began her speech about the so-called ‘asset’.

“Every few years the park has to come up with a new attraction to invigorate the visitors and keep up numbers. Corporate felt that a genetic modification would give us the ‘wow’ factor back,” Emma said cheerily like she was pitching the idea to a new investor.

“They’re dinosaurs, a previously extinct creature. Is that not wow enough?” He followed her up some metal stairs, her heels clicking on the steps each time she took a step. Killian tried not to watch the way her hips moved in front of him, lagging behind a few steps in case any of the construction crew noticed.

Emma laughed, smiling to herself. “Not according to focus groups. This dinosaur makes us relevant again.”

“What’s it called?” Killian asked quickly, watching the steps where he feet fell on his ascent, desperately trying not to watch her arse.

“The Indominus Rex,” Emma said, reaching the top of the staircase. She heard him laugh, a deep, throaty rumble that made her turn to look at him. God, he was gorgeous when he smiled.

“The Indominus Rex? Who came up with that?” Killian lifted his gaze once more, tickled by the name and the expression on her face.

“We needed something scary but easy to pronounce. You should hear a four-year-old try to pronounce ‘Archaeornithomimus’. Emma reached for the keypad on the wall beside the door, keying in her high-level security code before swiping her keycard. The door slid open and she crossed the threshold, leaving it open for him to follow.

“You should hear you trying to pronounce it,” Killian grumbled. The name was ridiculous, too modern and laughable to be a real dinosaur, but as he followed her into the control room, it became abundantly clear what kind of creature they were dealing with.

The paddock was huge, covered in the tallest trees Killian had seen in any enclosure so far, clearly there to allow the dinosaur to hide. They were increasing each wall by at least five huge, six foot wide lengths of concrete, something Killian worried about down in his stomach. He approached the glass, peering out past his reflection into the seemingly empty enclosure, and it didn’t escape his notice that one of the panes of glass had managed to be cracked from the outside.

Whatever this dinosaur was, he was already worried about it.

“So, what’s this thing made of?” He asked casually, putting as much distance between him and Emma as he could. Watching her walk up some stairs in front of him had had an undesired effect, one he was trying to fix with distance. There were at least two huge window panes between them now, and he stood as close to the control room guard, Charlie, as he could.

“The base genome is a T Rex and the rest is classified,” Emma told him, turning to face him and bracing for the inevitable string of questions he would have. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and swallowed, catching his gaze.

“You people made a new dinosaur but you don’t even know what it is?” Killian’s words were interrupted by a nervous laugh, his hands finding his hips and his fingernails digging into the leather of his belt. Her response made him uneasy, his eyes scanning for any movement between the trees.

“It’s not my job to know,” Emma said firmly. “We get delivered finished assets and it’s my job to show them to the public. Charlie, can we get a cow in there, please?”

She was irritated, Killian could tell, but he had been given a job to assess the paddock, whether she liked it or not. Nolan trusted him, for whatever reason, and he knew it was eating her up inside that this was something he wanted him to address, not her. “How long has she been in here?”

Emma looked at him and gave a nonchalant shrug. “Since birth.”

“She’s never seen anything outside of this paddock?” Killian frowned, still scanning the enclosure where he saw absolutely nothing. There was a track between two electronic doors that had a huge footprint on it, but nothing else glaringly obvious to the existence of the dinosaur Emma described.

“It’s not exactly a dog. We can’t walk it,” she snapped.

“And you feed it by crane?” Killian asked, watching the slab of meat being lowered into the enclosure. He pointed to it briefly, before resting his hand back on his hip, the cogs turning in his mind.

“Look, If you have a problem with this assignment I can just tell Mr. Nolan you declined.” Emma mirrored his stance, hands on her hips and her expression fierce. Killian was not intimidated by her in the slightest, simply shrugging off her bravado with a shake of his head.

“No problem,” he told her. “Just, animals raised in isolation aren’t always the most functional.” His tone was almost a warning, his brow knitting together as his anxiety over not being able to see the creature manifested tenfold. There was half a cow in the enclosure. Something should have been interested in that by now.

“Your raptors were born in captivity,” Emma countered but Killian interrupted her before she had the chance to finish her full sentence.

“And they learned social skills from siblings. As a family unit. And I imprint on them when they are born, there’s trust,” he said defensively. He moved towards her, tearing his gaze away to make his point with another point at the crane above them. “The only positive relationship this dinosaur has is with that crane because she knows it means food.”

“So, we get her a friend,” Emma suggested and Killian shook his head before she had even finished her words.

“Probably not a good idea, love.” He was worried. Any creature raised in isolation would surely have some sort of cognitive issues, but it seemed the secret ingredient in the new dinosaur lent itself to more questions than answers. “Where is this thing anyway?”

“It was just here. I was here less than two hours ago.” Emma stalked past him to the podium mounted display and tapped away at the screen. She pressed her finger to the screen quickly, the dull tapping sound filling the room as she initiated a thermal scan of the enclosure, all six sections flashing up as void of any heat signatures. “That’s impossible,” Emma sighed to herself, rescanning the paddock once more, the same six sections flashing red and an alert sounding, but this time more prominently on the screens behind Charlie.

“Oh, shit,” he said slowly, matching the ashen color of Emma’s face as their worst fears became reality.

“Have there always been claw marks there?” Killian called out across the room, turning to look at her slowly whilst deliberately pointing out of the side window. Emma paled, her heart pounding in her chest as she made her way to where he stood and saw the huge gauges in the concrete that insinuated the dinosaur had climbed the walls and escaped.

Surely someone would have seen her? Surely one of the construction crew would have noticed such a huge dinosaur climbing over the wall they were building. Unless they didn’t.

“Oh, shit,” Emma breathed on a hushed whisper, the hair on her arms prickling to life and making her skin tingle. She has an implant in her back. I can track her from the control room.”

Emma rushed back to the car, and called ahead to the control room, asking Ruby to get her a location of the Indominus Rex as she threw the car into drive and sped away from the compound. This was impossible. Never, in her entire time as Head of Ops, had Emma had an asset out of containment. There had to be a glitch in the system. The dinosaur had to be there, it just had to.

“I don’t get it,” Charlie said to Killian, standing next to him in the paddock. They had both made their way down to the enclosure to inspect the marks, Killian’s fingers lost in the deep grooves the Indominus had made with her claws. “That wall is forty feet high. You really think she could have climbed out?!”

“Depends,” Killian said sadly.

“Depends on what?” Charlie asked dumbly.

Something didn’t feel right to him. Killian was always one for gut feelings, and he trusted them implicitly. They had never let him down before, always helping him out of a scrape or two, but he couldn’t pin down the cause of the dread in the pit of his stomach. Something told him there was more to this dinosaur than he was being told, maybe more than Emma had been told. “On what kind of dinosaur they cooked up in that lab.”

“What the hell?” Ruby frowned, the phone pressed to her ear as she conversed with Emma. She was looking at her screen, the tracking device emitting a strong signal from inside of paddock 11.

“What?” Emma screeched, wishing her car went faster than it currently was. “Ruby, talk to me, what do you see?”

Ruby looked at Mary Margaret, confusion etched on both their faces as they watched the still dot on the screen radiating with a red, glowing line. “Uh...it’s in the cage.”

Emma blinked. “No, that’s impossible, I was just there.”

“Emma, I’m telling you, she is in the cage,” Ruby insisted, tapping a few buttons and switching to a live camera feed of the enclosure. What she saw stopped her heart dead. “Wait, why are there people in the paddock? Emma, there are people in there.”

Killian.

Emma gasped, her heart skipping a beat. “Get them out of there,” Emma said in a shaky, hushed voice. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. “Now!” Emma screamed down the phone, her voice ringing out in the control room intercom.

“Paddock 11, this is control. You need to evacuate the area immediately, do you copy? Paddock 11, please confirm, do you copy?” Mary Margaret’s voice was desperate, her fingers clutching the headset as she spoke, her words quicker than she would have liked as she tried to radio Charlie.

Charlie looked down at his hip mounted radio with a screwed up expression, tapping the device with a growl. “Damn radio signal. Control, this is paddock 11, repeat, over?”

Killian heard a rustle of leaves behind them and spun on his heels with wide eyes that scanned the area quickly. He had heard that sound before, from stalking raptors, and knew it never ended well for the prey. There was a slight movement in the grass, but no wind and Killian shot a glance back to the wall in front of them, sudden realization dawning on him as Mary Margaret’s panicked voice came through much clearer than before.

“It’s in the cage with you!” She screamed. “Get out, now!”

“Go, run!” Killian shouted, pushing against Charlie and the maintenance guy who had wandered in with them.

The three men ran, Charlie lagging behind because of an old leg injury that had left him with a slightly askew bone. It affected his gait and he knew he would never be able to outrun a dinosaur, so he turned and headed back towards the scratched up wall, hastily punching the numbers to open the gate into the keypad there.

The sound of broken trees echoed through the paddock as Killian and the other man skidded to a stop, the huge dinosaur that had managed to hide in plain sight, appearing before them. Killian took it in, the long legs and the curved claws so familiar and yet so distinguishable, he knew they could have only come from one species of dinosaur; Raptors. She roared softly, almost deafening both men with her high pitched growl, before giving chase, snatching up the engineer beside Killian in only two steps of her huge gait.

The gate was open, Charlie was long gone, but Killian knew it wouldn’t be for long. He fought the resistance of his thighs, pounding his boots into the dirt as he ran away from the Indominus, cursing his stupidity the entire time. He should have known the scientist in the lab would use Raptors, they were one of the smartest dinosaur species, and as he tried to ignore the sound of crunching bone behind him, Killian knew they had made a grave mistake.

“Close the gate!” David shouted firmly from behind Mary Margaret, watching the huge screen in front of him.

“We can’t lock him in there!” Ruby screeched, pointing to Killian on the monitor in front of her.

“Now, Ruby!” David commanded, barging her away from her workstation and tapping the huge, red touch button that would initiate the electronic cate closure. David looked up, instantly regretting his decision to end a man’s life, but the needs of many outweigh the few, and with over twenty-two thousand people at the park, David had to contain the animal anyway he could.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Killian chanted, his bones aching from how hard he was pushing his body to run for the now closing gate.

He made it through the gate just in time, but it hadn’t closed enough, the Indominus Rex trapping herself in the closing gap. She let out a high pitched roar, almost a cry as the automatic closing gate trap her between the concrete. The gate faltered, motors whirring and struggling to cope with the pressure Indominus was putting on them, and they completely gave out when, with another roar, she burst through the fence. Concrete crumbled away from the wall and Killian ran for the nearest cover he could find, sliding down onto the gravel and rolling under a construction crane.

The Indominus Rex roared again, sniffing the air around her, searching for her quarry. Charlie had made his way to a nearby truck and for some reason had decided to hide behind it rather than jump behind the steering wheel and escape the area. Killian froze, the gravel digging into his stomach as he watched the man kiss a crucifix he had been hiding under his shirt, tears falling silently down his face. Indominus roared again, flipping the truck with ease and leaving Charlie exposed to her attack, the man shooting Killian one last sorrowful glance before he was swallowed whole.

Killian rolled away from the scene to the middle of the crane, reaching behind himself and pulling out his hunting knife. His eyes scanned the underside of the vehicle, Emma’s words ringing in his head - ‘They are very sensitive to smell.’ Killian finally located what he was looking for, the fuel lines and pulled them free of the undercarriage, slicing through them with his blade and spraying the fuel all over his face. He held his breath, flicking the leaking pipeline over his shirt and jeans too, covering as much of his body as he could with the foul, metallic smelling liquid.

Indominus’ deep, booming roar caught his attention once again and Killian shot a glance out the side of his hiding place, her huge reptilian legs shaking the ground as she sunk down on all fours and eased closer to the crane. She was too large to see underneath but Killian knew she was trying to find him, trying to sense his scent under the machine, so he laid as still as he could, staring up at the underside of the crane.

A deep, vibrating sound came from the dinosaur, her nostrils flaring and her jaws open slightly to taste the air. Her teeth were covered in Charlie’s blood, drips running between the plates of her scales and Killian tried to ignore the rancid smell of her breath. He was like stone, too terrified to move from his spot, his eyes pinching closed as she moved her head towards the underside of the crane and attempted to make sense of what she could smell.

Killian turned his head away, his entire body beginning to quiver. Droplets of fuel covered his face and stung his eyes but he tried to ignore it. When Indominus let out a rumbling growl he jumped, trying not to make a sound against the gravel where he lay. Her warning growl got no response and with a frustrated roar, she moved on, her huge weight leaving ginormous footprints in the ground as she walked away. Killian lifted his head, the muscles in his neck straining as he watched the huge reptilian creature move off into the dense forest, a rattlesnake style shaking sound coming from deep in her throat as she did.

Killian let out an audible sigh, his head falling back onto the gravel, his heart pounding in his chest. “God damn it, Emma,” he growled to himself, half out of anger and half out of worry.

#jw au #killian jones #emma swan #cs au #cs fic #ch 3 #life finds a way

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Love Finds a Way : CS Jurassic World AU : Ch 2

Title: Love Finds a Way by @artistic-writer

Rating: M (for people getting eaten)

Also on: AO3 - FF

A/N: Chapter two - you may have noticed I am arting this also. And so I was watching it and made an off-handed comment post about how it would make a great CS AU and @kmomof4 and @wordsmith-storyweaver have enabled me enough that I feel like this could actually be a thing. I made art first, then I wrote some words, then I made some more art. NOTE: I have no writing schedule for this, so whilst I do not anticipate it longer than 6 chapters or so, I have only a few written right now, and they are very out of order. My doc is a hot mess. Beta’d by the lovely @resident-of-storybrooke because @kmomof4 can’t see everything first ;)

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The mid morning sun shone brightly, the rays broken into tinier beams as they dispersed through the trees overhead. Light barely filled the ground below the canopy, the call of a tropical bird the only sound that could be heard in the remote part of the island. There was no wind, not a single leaf was moving, and the near silence was broken up by the sound of a pig squealing as it tore through the detritus along a narrow track.

The piglet rushed through the vibrant green grass, each blade swaying over his rounded, pink back as it scuttled through them. It squealed again, almost a call for help, as it willed its tiny, hooven feet to move faster. It was being chased, the thud of huge, reptilian feet pounding the ground behind it sending it into a higher state of panic. It cried out again as it rounded a corner, skidding into an open area where the track had opened out. It didn’t stop, rushing for the safety it knew was nearby; a small doorway less than twenty yards ahead.

“Hold!” A man called out, his British accent bellowing out from the platform he was currently walking on.

One of the beasts that had been chasing the piglet slid to a stop, her huge, curved claw tapping the ground where she stood impatiently. Her powerful legs held her weight, her glowing eyes scanning the area for the man that she, and her sisters, saw as a parent figure. She had a distinctive blue streak of scales down both sides of her body that began around her eye sockets and much lighter skin than the three other Raptors that joined her shortly afterward. They erupted through the trees, stopping behind her, all of them clutching at nothing as they flexed their forefingers and communicated with low growls and rumbling purr like sounds.

“Hey!” The man shouted, his voice assertive but with an air of kindness. He stood on the metal platform over them, one hand held out to halt them, the sun behind him almost obstructing his figure from them, but in unison the four Raptors looks up, falling silent. “Okay,” he said slowly, his words that of praise as he pressed the button of his training aid with an audible click. “Eyes on me,” he told the dinosaurs in his charge, his eyes flicking between each of them in turn to assess their readiness to follow orders.

That was his assignment after all. Research into the trainability of dinosaurs. If someone had told Killian Jones he would be training Raptors twenty years ago, he would have laughed in their face and politely told them that they had maybe consumed too much rum, but after leaving the Navy, he had been snapped up by the corporate giant In-Gen to lead their research programme. Killian had since learned that his work was for the practical application of Raptors in combat, so had, of late, been stalling his bosses with progress.

Unfortunately for him, today there was a representative watching and, for once, the pack of Raptors was behaving. Except for one.

“Blue?” Killian scolded gently when her gaze fell from him. She was searching the compound in front of her, trying to scan the area for the escaped piglet she had been so hot on the heels of. She was also the beta of the pack, in charge of the others who generally followed her lead. Killian knew training the others would be easy, if Blue would just focus. “Blue!”

The Raptor growled in her throat, frustrated with her loss, but lifted her head at her alpha. Since they had hatched, Killian had asserted himself as the alpha so that when they had become large enough to eat him, like they were now, they wouldn’t have. Killian clicked his training aid as soon as she looked up to him to reward her, but gave her a scowl.

“Behave,” he warned her, pointing in her direction. Blue yipped a high pitched sound and her frustrated sister, Charlie, began hissing at her.

“Hey, Charlie!” Killian called down to the darker coloured dinosaur, holding his hand out to halt her behaviour. Charlie gave one more hiss at her sister, testing for dominance, before looking up to Killian once more. “Don’t start with that, lass!”

Killian scanned the four strong crowd in front of him again, an ear piercing shriek coming from another of the raptors who had grown impatient. “Delta!” He shouted at the one in the back, her colouring similar to Charlie but with a less pronounced stripe pattern. Delta snorted at him angrily, her deeper toned snarl accompanied with a shake of her head. Killian glared at her, giving her the same accusatory point he gave Blue a second ago. “None of that now!”

All four Raptors were now staring up at him, their sibling rivalry done with, and just a low, steady purr sound coming from their throats as they breathed. They swayed in place, their tails constantly moving for balance as they anticipated Killian’s next order. “Good!” He sang with a hint of glee in his voice. Finally, they were getting it. He clicked at the training aid once more, raising his hand above his head and waving it to the right. “And, we’re moving.”

He stepped sideways along the mesh platform, his boots making a dull sound against the criss cross pattern underneath his feet as he made his way to a bucket that hung nearby. The Raptors followed his hand, stepping sideways in the opposing direction as he turned them in the clearing. Blue hissed a snapped at the sister beside her, taking her eyes off of their alpha for just a second once her sibling knew her place and fell back into line.

“Hold!” Killian called out and the Raptors froze in place, four pairs of eyes on him, eager to receive the rewards they knew were coming next. At his words they all straightened up, their toes pushing into the dirt as they stretched to get closer to their treat source, softer, more emphatic chirps coming from each of them. “Very good, girls,” Killian said firmly, watching each of them stay still as he clicked to re-enforce their behaviour, his heart pounding in his chest. “That’s bloody brilliant,” he muttered to himself, reaching into the bucket in front of him.

Blue’s lips curled back into a snarl as she growled, a small dribble of spittle finding the gap in her teeth and falling to the paddock floor below. They had practised this tracking game a thousand times before, losing more than a few piglets in the process, but it had only been recently that the pack had become synchronised enough that they could work together. The raptors knew what was coming and as Killian pulled his hand out of the bucket and showed them a dead, freshly thawed rat, their eyes went wide with excitement.

“Charlie,” he called softly as he tossed the dead, white rodent at the Raptor furthest left. “If you behave, that’s what you get.” Charlie half growled and half snarled as she caught the dead animal and gobbled it up.

“Echo, here you go girl,” Killian called out to the runt, her bright orange stripes clearly visible down her body. He tossed her another dead rodent and she gulped it down quickly.

“Delta,” Killian shouted to the third, the Raptor’s mouth already wide open before he had thrown the carcass her way.

“Blue,” Killian called his favourite, the leader and most attuned one of the pack. They were all animals at the end of the day, capable of tearing a man apart, but Blue was different. She showed empathy, a calm, nurturing nature that made her easy to train and even easier to love. Killian held up a larger rat, and Blue gave him the purr like sound he had come to know as affection once more. “This one is for my girl.”

Killian tossed the rat and blue snapped at the air, catching it effortlessly and swallowing it down quickly. They had barely finished their pit stop meals when Killian balled a fist and raised it above his head again, but as usual, Blue was the only one watching. “Hold!” Killian called, his tone deeper and commanding. They all looked up at him, forgetting their interactions for a second and he could see their breathing shallow. “Eyes up!” Killian commanded and raised his hand higher, all four of the raptors stretching upright and awaiting his command.

Their training was over, they all knew it, but they still had to wait for their alpha to release them from the exercise. Tails began to swish again, each of them seeking balance as their toes fidgeted in the dirt and their feet danced impatiently. It was a good days training and Killian gave them one last look over, a visual inspection for health more than anything, before he gave them the release command to signal the end of their session. “Go!”

All four of the raptors took off, their screech bellowing through the trees as they disappeared into the dense forest of the paddock. The waist high grass had barely settled back into position when the sound of Liam’s laughter filled Killian’s ears as he wiped his hands on a rag, let out the huge, baited breath he had been holding and greeted his brother with a high five.

“You did it, Killian!” Liam declared proudly, pulling his brother into a tight hug. “You finally did it!” When they parted again, Killian’s heart was racing. Liam had also been in the Navy, both of the brother’s serving at the same time, but when Killian was hired by In-Gen, Liam thought the opportunity too good to pass up. How many people could say they were doing what the Brothers Jones were doing?

“They finally did it,” Killian smiled, proud of his raptor pack as if they were his own children.

“Bloody fantastic, brother!” Liam laughed excitedly, grabbing Killian’s hand and giving it a rough handshake on congratulations. Kilian was a modest man and the applause from their team make him blush a little as he gave each of the men a thankful nod in turn.

“Jones!” A voice called out, his name on the man’s tongue like poison from a snake. Walsh was the In-Gen representative sent to assess their research today, the disgusting man like a parasite on everything that was good, sucking it dry until there was nothing left. Both Liam and Killian turned at their name but quickly turned away with heavy sighs as Walsh fought to get through the crowd of men blocking his path. “I was starting to think we’d hired the wrong guys!”

Killian inhaled hard, inspecting his hands after another rub with the rag before looking over to Walsh. The gnarled, bright red scars that littered his limb were hot in the sun and Killian flexed his hand a little to ease the discomfort there. “You came on a good day, mate,” he said quietly.

“Yeah, it’s not normally a happy ending,” Liam clarified, feeling the need to defend his brother, even though Killian was his boss. Walsh finally reached them and Liam backed off a little with Walsh’s ignorance to his comment, beelining for Killian and offering his hand.

Killian looked down at the man’s hand before offering him his own, the scarred tissue covering most of his extremity a constant reminder of why Walsh was bad news. The man was money hungry, only thinking of how he could profit from their research whereas Liam and Killian had always just wanted to find out how trainable dinosaurs could be. That was their mission brief but somewhere along the line, Walsh was hired to replace their last boss, and the lines became blurred.

“Is that why you’re not sending in your reports?” Walsh asked bitterly, his smile fading. He shot a glance down to the thick scars on Killian’s hand when he felt them in his own, his eyes lingering for a little too long of the limb. He was aware of the accident but in his point of view, Killian still had two hands and so he was still useful.

“We’ve been busy,” Liam interjected, folding his arms over his chest defensively and looking down to his feet. He had to distract himself from the cretin in front of his, else he might do something he would regret.

“Not too busy to cash your paychecks,” Walsh countered with a sarcasm that made Killian wish he had never shook the man’s hand.

“What do you want, mate?” Killian said with a clenched jaw, stepping between Walsh and his brother. Walsh adjusted his stance, planting his hands on his hips and running his tongue over his bottom lip.

“You know what I want,” he told the brothers, so far unable to convince them. Killian rolled his eyes and Liam watched his brother’s frustration with a silent stare. “A field test,” Walsh confirmed. He had said the words on every visit so far, eager to get his money's worth out this research, but the Jones brothers had always, so far, stood in his way.

Killian sighed audibly and turned away from the tall, stick like man in front of him, huffing as he began to stalk away. Liam watched his brother go, concern etched onto his features but he was confident Killian could handle a weasel like Walsh.

“Hey!” Walsh called out to him, falling into step behind him. “I’ve just seen they can respond to commands. You need to take this research and get in moving forward.” Walsh’s words were quieter now, like he was pulling the authority card and Killian didn’t want to hear it again.

“Today,” Killian corrected him. “They responded today.”

“And they will respond tomorrow, just look at them!” Walsh grinned.

“They’re wild animals, Walsh, trust me, you don’t want them in the field.” Killian turned the corner at the edge of the platform, making his way towards the steps at the end of the walkway with Walsh hot on his heels like one of the islands ever persistent mosquitoes.

“What I just saw, that bond, that was real,” Walsh implored, stepping in front of Killian and stopping his escape. If he couldn’t be persuaded with practical application benefits, maybe Walsh could buy Killian with his love of the animals. “A bond between man and beast,” he smiled, his lips curving into a sinister smile as the words left his mouth.

“You’re in my way,” Killian told him darkly.

“Come on, Killian, we are the same, you and I,” Walsh almost pleaded, the sun beating down onto his face and making him sweat. “We are military men, dogs of war, we’ve seen the same things.” Killian ground his jaw again, trying to desperately not roll his eyes. He knew, as well as everyone else in the compound, on the whole island in fact, that Walsh had been discharged from the military way before he had seen any sort of combat. The man was delusional and to compare the two of them was insulting. “We know the military needs to reduce casualties, right? Some people think that robots are the future…”

Killian had heard enough, pushing past Walsh and continuing to the end of the walkway. He was tempted to reach behind himself and grab his knife, delighting in the way it would silence the squawking bird-like man beside him if he was to slit his throat and end his miserable existence. If only.

“Look, nature gave us the most efficient killing machines seventy five million years ago, and now we know they can take orders,” Walsh tried again, stopping when Liam came up from the other side of Killian and joined them.

“We finally make progress and the first thing you want to do is make a weapon?” Liam addressed Walsh, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth in disgust. Killian raised an eyebrow, silent agreement with his brother.

“Come on, gents,” Walsh almost sulked. “You know as well as I do that drones can’t search tunnels, and they’re hackable. The minute a real war breaks out all the fancy tech we use now is going to go dark.”

Liam stifled a scoffing sound and Killian sighed again. “But that tech won’t eat them if they forget to feed it,” he said with a knowing nod.

They had paced around the entire walkway, right back to where they began in hopes of shaking Walsh loose, but it had been no use. The man was like a limpet. The roaring screech of a raptor echoed out through the air and Killian knew exactly what Blue was trying to say when she looked up at her alpha protectively.

“Look at these things,” Walsh said dismissively as he pointed to the raptors below. “Millions of years of instincts that we can program.”

“And what if they decide they’re in control?” Liam interrupted his ramble. “They are animals after all.”

“Well, then we terminate the rogues, breed only the most obedient bloodlines,” Walsh said confidently, having no single clue on how the dinosaurs were even made. None of the animals on Jurassic World were fertile. There would be no breeding of any bloodlines.

Killian gave Liam a knowing look, a smile tugging up at the corner of his lips. Walsh sounded crazier and crazier each time he visited, only now he had actually seen the raptors complete a successful command based training scenario, he was chomping at the bit to get the brother’s to agree to a field test. He might be in charge of the research, but Killian and Liam were in charge of the raptors, and without their say so, none were going anywhere. Finally, Liam couldn’t hold his laugh anymore and he chuckled, walking past both men and along the walkway amused.

“What? What’s so funny?” Walsh frowned.

“Nothing.” Killian shrugged and rested his hands on the rail in front of him, the sun burning into the scars on his left hand. “Just that you come here and you know nothing about these animals except what you want to know. You made them and now you think you own them.”

“We do own them,” Walsh said, aggravated by Liam’s laughing. “Extinct animals have no rights, Jones.”

Killian looked over the man before him one more time, Walsh’s bravado clearly a front for his insecurities. “But they’re not extinct anymore, are they, mate?”

“Exactly,” Walsh said in delusional agreement. “We have all these animals at our disposal and Nolan is using them to stock a petting zoo.”

“He’s teaching people some humility, Walsh, not making weapons.” Killian grabbed the now empty bucket from their training session and made his way down the step behind him, his feet falling heavily on the metal steps as he did so. Like a tick on a hound, Walsh was hot on his heels, another excuse on the tip of his tongue that made Killian fume.

“You think the eighth richest man in the world in just into oil, telecoms and family fun parks?” Walsh laughed as he descended the steps after Killian. “The man has so many companies he doesn’t even know what he is into.”

Killian huffed again, wishing he could let the raptors lose on Walsh. “Tell me, how long have you been practicing this little speech?” Killian tried to sound jovial, his tone jolly as he smiled to himself.

“Since we hired you,” Walsh said definitely and Killian let his anger surge to the surface once more. “You knew the end game, Jones. Don’t pretend you didn’t.”

Killian reached the bottom of the steps and made his way through a huge, metal gate into a holding area between the outside of the paddock and the raptors. He spun on his heels, slamming his hand into a bright orange button that sent out a buzz alert and electronically locked the gate behind him, trapping Walsh on the other side. Walsh continued his tirade from the outside of the fence, ranting about Mother Nature and how without the military capabilities of raptors, the animals would be stuck in an amusement park where they charge seven bucks for a soda.

“Do you hear yourself when you talk?” Killian asked Walsh with a smirk and a tilt of his head. Walsh shifted his weight, stepping onto the other foot and gave Killian that shit eating grin he always had when he knew he would win. It unnerved Killian to no end and he wondered how long they could keep In-Gen from their raptors.

“This is going to happen, Jones. With or without you boys.” Walsh gave him a nod and Killian knew he was right, but before he had time to answer, the squeal of a pig rang out through the paddock and the voice of the new guy, panicked and strangled with fear, echoed overhead.

“Pig loose!” He cried. “Pig Loose!” Killian turned to the sound of footsteps slamming the overhead grated walkway, the new guy giving up on his alert to focus on his task as pig wrangler. He threw a long pole on the barrier, ready to catch the swine as it ran his way, but just as he pulled the corded rope to tighten the noose around the pig, Echo came out of nowhere and grabbed the pig, killing it instantly and pulling the pole away from the handler so far he fell forward and over the edge of the railing.

There were men shouting, feet pounding along the walkway but they were too late to grab him and the new guy landed flat on his back in the middle of the raptor paddock. All of the wind left him and he spluttered, dazed for a second and unaware where he had landed until the walkway over his head came into view and then the unmistakable communicative bark of the raptors filled his ears.

Without a second thought for his own safety, Killian rushed the gate, hitting the open button so quickly he cursed when it opened so slowly. The new kid had shuffled backward towards him, shaking to death at the advancing raptors in front of him, Blue leading the rest of the pack as they stalked their new prey. He smelled good, fresh and tender, and Killian was sure he saw their eyes change colour as they roared out, happy to have such a prize fall into their enclosure.

“Come on,” Killian growled at the gate as it rose, the painstakingly slow mechanism pulling the heavy barred door upwards.

“Killian! No!” Liam yelled from where he had appeared next to Walsh, his face paling at his brother’s selfless decision to enter the paddock. “Bloody hell!” He cursed, opening the gate and ignoring the look of glee on Walsh’s face as he let himself through the gate and rushed to his brother’s aid.

Killian ignored his brother’s pleas, falling onto his stomach and sliding under the door as it continued to rise, dragging himself into the enclosure and never taking his eyes off the raptors. He got under the door without incident, rushing forward and shooting a glance up to where two armed guards dressed in identical uniforms were arming stun guns ready to shoot his raptors. “No, no, no,” he chanted at them, waving his hand frantically. “Hold your fire!”

The new guy was almost at the gate when Killian put himself between him and the dinosaurs, their hissing of displeasure at losing their prize now directed at him. “Hold your fire,” Killian repeated to the men overhead, not taking his eyes off the dinosaurs surrounding him. “Do not bloody fire.”

“Killian!” Liam cried out to reason with him, the gate still rising painfully slowly but enough to allow the new boy to scuttle underneath it with a panicked expression and a relieved sigh. Liam grabbed his shoulders, dragging him backward with a grunt, tossing him aside and directing his attention back to his brother. “Killian, let them contain this.”

“If you shoot these animals, they’re never going to trust me again,” he growled at the men overhead, eyes darting between Blue and two of her sisters who had begun a hunting formation. They were slowly stepping sideways, Blue the center of Killian’s vision and the diversion that would secure them their meal. Liam watched, helpless to act, his blood pounding in his ears.

“Blue, stand down,” Killian called out to his beta, the six-foot dinosaur in front of him slowly advancing still. “Stand down, there’s a good lass,” he commanded her again and in protest, she snapped her jaws in his direction. “Hey!” He growled, straightening up to appear more dominant. “What the bloody hell did I just say?” Blue hissed but stood still, her advance halted by his command.

“Delta, don’t think I can’t see you,” Killian barked to the raptor on his left, his brain fighting with his body as he held out his hand to command her to stop too. The irony was not lost on Killian that Delta had been the one to inflict the scars that so colorfully decorated his hand, and when she flashed her eyes toward the limb, he knew she knew it too. “Get back,” he told her darkly and she stopped, letting him know her anger with a high pitched roar that showed him every single one of her razor-sharp teeth.

“Good girls,” Killian soothed, eyes flicking between each of the dinosaurs in turn. Delta followed Blue’s lead, flexing her claws as she closed in on the human before her. The pig Echo had killed and was eating has filled the paddock with the scent of blood and they were eager for more. Charlie made a sideways move that caught his attention and Killian widened his arms as if holding them at bay.

“Charlie, stay, there's a good lass,” he panted, his legs beginning to shake. Charlie let out a low rumbling growl followed by the trademark raptor roar before halting, her lips curling with a snarl. When Killian was sure all three Raptors were secured if only for a second, he refocused his attention back on Blue who had crouched in front of him ready to pounce. He stared her down, his blue eyes boring into her yellow, cat-like stare, and he held her at bay with their training sign for ‘hold’ - the flat upwards palm. Blue would challenge him, he knew it, and the others would follow his lead.

He was running out of time.

“Close the gate,” he said slowly to Liam behind him. He had to time this just right, but he knew he could.

“Are you bloody mad?” Liam yelled at his brother, the nerves getting the better of his voice as it shook.

“Just do it, Liam. Trust me,” Killian said gently as not to spark an attack. The sun had risen higher now and there were beads of sweat rolling down his face but Killian couldn’t wipe his brow for a second or he would be a dead man.

“Close the gate!” The new boy repeated in a trembling voice, his body frozen in pain and panic, unable to escape the dinosaurs who could easily get to him in no time.

“Fuck,” Liam growled to himself, tearing his eyes off his brother for just a second, long enough to slam his hand into the close button and hear the buzz ring out in the compound.

The door began moving, and it was always faster to close than open, Killian knew that. He counted in his head, one, two seconds, and then spun on his heels, rushing for the gate and rolling under the door with just enough room to spare. He had only rolled into a half crouched position when the three raptors slammed into the bars of the gate, the metal vibrations with an echo and the raptor pack growling in frustration at losing their quarry.

Liam was at his brother’s side instantly, grabbing his hand and hauling him to his feet. Killian’s legs were reluctant to lift his body at first, but he let Liam pull him and managed to stabilize himself quickly, clutching his brother’s hand in a silent gesture of thank you. Liam held onto his younger brother tightly, pulling him into an embrace quickly, giving Killian no time to object.

“I’m alright,” he whispered into the collar of Liam’s shirt. “I’m alright.”

“You had me scared to death, brother,” Liam whispered back, the threatening sting of tears in his eyes receding. “Try not to do that again, alright?” Liam exhaled hard, slapping Killian on the shoulder playfully when they parted.

“Yeah, alright,” Killian nodded, letting out his own breath. He spied the quivering boy beside them, the fresh faced, skinny, blue eyed kid barely out of his teens. The kid had no colour in his cheeks and was struggling to control his heaving breathing. “You alright?” Killian asked him gently, taking a step towards him.

The new boy nodded, open mouthed and still in shock.

“You’re the new guy, right?” Killian asked him and again, the boy nodded. “Did you ever wonder why there was a job opening?” The boy frowned, his brow knitting together in thought and then his eyes going wide as he realised what Killian was trying to say. He was about to answer when snarling caught his attention and he turned, the open jaws of Charlie poking through the bars as far as she could get them, her claws gently scraping against the metal like nails on a chalkboard. The kid scrambled backward out of reach with a yelp and the raptor lost interest in her unattainable prey, rising to her feet and giving Killian one last look before sauntering off into the grass.

“And never turn your back to the cage,” he told the kid before turning back to the entrance and catching the sly smirk of Walsh.

“Nicely done,” Walsh commended him and Killian could practically see the dollar signs in his eyes.

Not only had Killian proved that raptors could follow commands, he had done it without the barriers of fences or gates, and no one had got killed. He had inadvertently given Walsh a green light and the snake of a man turned to head back to his truck with a gleeful smile.

“Shit,” Killian whispered to himself, his shoulders sagging.

#jurassic world au #cs au #cs fic #love finds a way #ch 2 #killian jones #emma swan #jw au

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