A/N: I literally came home from watching this movie and was bewitched into having to write a fic for it. This was something that I came up with an the ideas for it have me excited and I hope you guys become excited with me after reading this!

Because for the love of all that is goodness Chris Pratt needs to go somewhere in time out for being that attractive. Just go.

"Come on Jazz we're gonna be late," Amber shouted as she slide around the corridor.

Jasmine found this to be an impressive feet since Amber was in her four inch black suede pumps. Not to mention the form fitting black pencil skirt. How Amber was able to run at all dressed like that had been a complete mystery lost on her.

Jasmine was keeping up the pace behind her trying to keep the smirk from her lips. If Amber saw it, it would only cause her to shout obscenities at her and she knew, as hilarious as she would find it, in front of Amber's new colleagues it probably wouldn't put her in the best light.

She just wasn't in such a hurry as her sister.

Out of all the places that Amber could've decided to go too she chose Jurassic World. God, how Jasmine hated being here. Amber and she had been barely preteens when the first catastrophe happened back when the place was known as Jurassic Park. Sure, once they reopened the facility it had been five years and still no accidents had happened.

That they'd ever heard of. But Jasmine knew corporations like this could hide anything with as much mass revenue as they produced.

And don't get her wrong, Jasmine loved dinosaurs as much as the next human being, but they were extinct for a reason. As beautiful and mysterious as they were they were just like every other wild animal out in the kingdom. Except these animals were bigger than houses with appetites that proved to be just as large.

Jasmine was unaware that she'd been so lost in thought that she'd barely caught site of Amber's off-white trench billowing around her as she came to a complete stop in front of two intricately designed wooden doors resembling fossils. Amber glanced behind her and a ripple of irritation went across her petite, but pretty features, as the door swung open and an Indian gentleman smiled kindly at her.

Guess I better pick up the pace, Jasmine thought as she moved to a slow jog.

"Ah, Ms. Everrwood so glad to finally meet you," the man spoke kindly.

Outstretching his hand to Amber as a warm smile spread across her ruby lips as she accepted his hand.

"Likewise Mr. Masrani. And may I just say this place is just exquisite."

Masrani blushed at her words as he swung out his arm indicating for her to walk inside.

"Please, call me Simon."

"Alright Simon. Just call me Amber."

He'd almost closed the door on Jasmine when he finally caught sight of her: stopping short of running into Amber's back.

"Ah and this must be your sister, Jasmine."

Jasmine wasn't as refined as her sister. She was always known to be more rough around the edges, ever since they were kids. The time she had spent being a combat medic in intense war zones hadn't really helped her much in the department of social graces either. But she still remembered simple manners.

Jasmine tried to plaster a sweet smile on her face like Amber had but it came off more as a grimace and she quickly shook Simon's hand.

"Come ladies the meeting has started without you I'm afraid."

"I apologize in advance for our tardiness, Mr. Masrani-I mean Simon. I promise it won't happen again."

Amber shot her a death glare before she turned back around and squared her shoulders. Acting every ounce the highly acclaimed Vet that had won Amber countless awards. Whatever kind of awards you can win for animal activism.

Jasmine just rolled her eyes as she followed behind the pair and quickly hated herself for being so underdressed.

The board room was massive. A large circular table of glossy metal sitting in the middle. No paperwork cluttered the table as instead each individual seat had their own built in digital computers. More than a dozen people sat in the surrounding area and Jasmine could have sworn when she swallowed it was audible.

Everyone was dressed so lovely and she was dressed for well, comfort.

Simon directed them to two open seats and they both graciously took them. Amber still giving her sidelong looks of disapproval. Amber hated being late to anything. Since growing up their father was late to, quite literally, everything.

"Our new star veterinarian and her assistant has arrived," Simon called out to room. He was obviously proud to have her and Jasmine couldn't help but beam over at her sister.

"Finally," spoke up a lovely redhead from across the table. Jasmine couldn't help but notice out of her peripherals how Amber took notice as well. She chuckled as Amber kicked her from under the table. "We can get down to business and get you ladies up to speed. I'm Claire and I'm the lead coordinator and park overseer in Simon's place."

There was an active eye roll and scoff from a man located towards the middle of the table. He was dressed just as comfortable as Jasmine was: navy long sleeve button up rolled up to his elbows covered with a leather vest. She could only assume he was wearing regular jeans even though she couldn't see his legs. But she could see that he was handsome…quite handsome, in fact.

She'd wondered if she had been staring too long when his gaze shifted from that of Claire to her. A playful smirk lifting his lips to touch the peach fuzz that was scattered around his jawline. Jasmine quickly looked away and faced forward looking at Claire who had held Amber's attention since she spoke.

"This is Owen Grady. He specializes in training our animals here at the park," Claire informed them.

"I work mostly with the Raptors. We've had me imprint on them and are seeing how it works with them having me as their Alpha."

His voice reminded Jasmine of bourbon; smooth yet rich.

"That is fascinating," Amber breathed leaning forward to place her elbows on the table as she gave Owen her full attention. "How long has this exercise been going on?"

Jasmine shook her head as she smiled down at her hands like a fool. Oh, how Amber loved dinosaurs and all things animal related, really.

"It's been going good so far. A few slight hiccups but those are few and far between now," Owen replied honestly.

It was always good when a man could admit to his faults. Claire on the other hand had little interest in this and made it more evident when she pushed them along towards numbers and stats. Jasmine was definitely not good with this sort of thing.

While Claire spoke she sort of drifted in and out of the conversation. Picking up bits and pieces here and there. She knew if it was really important Amber would fill her in later. She'd more than likely scold her for not paying attention, but nonetheless, Amber would go back over it with her.

She'd been so far off in la la land that she didn't realize that they'd asked them to partake in those stupid ice breaker questions as if it were the first day back at school. Amber cleared her throat forcefully, a tight smile stretched across her lips, as she tried to elbow Jasmine privately but failed. Causing Owen and his colleague next to him to laugh slightly. Jasmine instantly could feel her face turning a slight shade of red.

"What was that?"

Claire looked annoyed and pointed back at the shoulder strap that held her Smith & Wesson Colt 1911. Jasmine was only in a layer of tank tops, white and olive green, and the strap was already starting to chaff her skin. Originally she'd had a black leather jacket to conceal it but after they had gotten off the boat Jasmine could've cared less about putting it back on in this heat. How Amber was even still wearing her trench amazed the hell out of her.

Jasmine had known they'd all noticed the gun and the KA-BAR that was strapped to her hip. She'd just been waiting to see if they were going to address the weapons or not.

"I had inquired about the weapons, Ms. Everrwood."

Jasmine took out her baby from the holster and slowly placed it on the table.

"You mean Sue?" she asked already knowing the answer. "I always carry her with me."

"As well as the knife?"

"That isn't a knife that's almost like a mini machete," chuckled a guy with Buddy Holly style glasses.

Claire just rolled her eyes.

"Regardless, I was just hoping you wouldn't mind explaining."

"I'm on an island with dinosaurs. I didn't think there would need to be much explanation for the sudden need of having some firepower. Just in case. In that I mean no disrespect," Jasmine quickly added in. "It's just that if for some reason I'm put in the horrible position of having to fight off any number of carnivores that are stationed on this island, I would at least like to pretend that I would have a 1.2 chance of being able to defend myself before they eat me."

Amber was not amused by her answer, although she had thought it was a pretty damn good one. Amber covered her face with her hand briefly. No doubt trying to hide her embarrassment at having to have her for a sister.

The only other people in the room that seemed to be just as amused as she was, was the guy with the glasses, Owen, and his bald dark-skinned friend next to him.

"I completely understand that, Jasmine," Simon finally spoke up. "It is just strange to see a vet with any sort of weaponry."

"Oh I'm not really a vet, which is why I'm the assistant. I've done four tours in Iraq as a combat medic and when I came back I worked for a few years as a paramedic. My sister asked me just a couple years ago to help her with her practice."

"Caring for animals is far different than caring for that of a human," Claire cut in. Worry evident on her pretty face.

"With all due respect, Claire, no there really isn't. I give the same level of care I would give any living creature. The animal physiology isn't that far from a humans."

"Yes, but these are dinosaurs-"

"Which are still living, breathing, creatures," Jasmine cut her off.

Amber had grown tense beside her and Claire's face seemed to be constricted in her attempt to hold in her temper. Jasmine let out a heavy sigh as she took Sue off of the table and put it back into the holster. She hadn't meant to argue with her sisters-well their-new employer.

At this point in time she could tell all the suits in the room were sizing both of the women up. The difference between sisters was striking and if neither said anything, you would never even think they were related.

Amber was tall (5'7 compared to Jasmine's 5'5). Her features were soft; very feminine and her shoulder length cornflower hair was just as striking as the deep blue of her irises. The only feature both girls shared was the delicate curve of their chin and the pillowy lips they'd inherited from their father. Jasmine's skin was more of a honey color; her hair a rich expresso that she always wore up in a high ponytail. Her eyes a brown that had small flecks of gold around the irises. Both girls had an athletic build with the only difference being in curves, which Jasmine had a majority of while Amber held top prize for having the biggest chest.

Their father had slept with someone other than Jasmine's mother, who he had been married to at the time. Eventually, both women ended up leaving him and left him with both girls to raise. Even though their differences in appearance and lifestyle seemed vast, there was never any denying the bound of family and love that held them together.

The room was still heavy with silence as Jasmine drummed her fingers on her knee. Amber wasn't happy with her; she could tell by the tight twitching in her jaw as she sat completely still. So she let out a long sigh as she slowly removed herself from the chair and pointed back towards the double doors.

"Is there a bar around here?"

The question seemed to jar everyone out of their thoughts only to leave them all even more shocked than before.

"I'm just gonna go ahead and head out. Let the grownups go over everything you need to. Amber can go ahead and fill me in later. I'll ugh, find the bar myself."

She gave a nervous smile and wave before turning on her booted heel for the door. Not being able to walk out fast enough and as far from the piercing gaze of everyone in the room.

It'd been almost two hours since Jasmine had heard anything from Amber. She stopped checking her phone in between drinks and finally just let herself relax in a corner booth.

To say there were a lot of tourists at the park would have been an understatement. A huge one. The only good thing about it was that not too many people were in the bar. They were all racing around trying to get to the next badass exhibit that let them get closer to prehistoric dinosaurs.

Jasmine was about to get up from her corner booth to get another jack in coke when she watched an all too familiar striking figure stride into the bar. She wanted to slouch down as far as she could into the booth, in hopes that he hadn't seen her. But her hopes were quickly dashed when his eyes locked on hers and he started to make his way towards her.

"A little early to be drinking, dontcha think?"

"Depends on what you consider early."

"I would say one in the afternoon is pretty early," he responded taking a seat on the opposite side of the booth.

"Too shay."

That got Owen to laugh as he grab her empty glass, sending the ice cubes to clink against the rim. He lifted it up to his nose and took a quick inhale, surprise lifting his brow.

"Jack in coke. I'm impressed."

Jasmine shrugged her shoulders drunkenly; they felt so heavy she was sure she over exaggerated the motion.

"I'm all about making a good first impression," she winked.

He chuckled again as he drummed his knuckles quickly on the table.

"So when I was leaving I noticed your sister, uh, Amber getting kind of…flirtatious with Claire."

"Uh huh," Jasmine murmured not knowing where he was going with his inquiry.

"So Amber is-"

"Gay?" Jasmine cut in. "Oh yeah. She prefers her partners with no testosterone and no facial hair. Why? You got a problem?"

If Owen had said yes then Jasmine would have been just fine giving him one, but instead he shook his head and smiled.

"Oh hell no I have no problem with that. Was just curious."

"Heartbroken she bats for the other team," she chided teasingly.

Owen gave her a flirtatious smirk as he replied coolly, "Not really the sister I'm interested in."

Jasmine looked away from him and willed the blush coloring her cheeks to go away.

"You want another one," he pointed at the glass. "I have a feeling I'm going to have to play catch up. How do you feel about tequila?"

Jasmine wasn't sure how long they had stayed in the bar together after Owen had shown up. She couldn't even remember when he had moved from the opposite side of the table to sitting right next to her. Their knees touching as he told her jokes that were so corny it made her wonder why she'd even laughed in the first place.

Owen told her about how he'd also served as a Navy Seal. About how he loved the thrill of seeing the knowledge of his girls (his raptors) having recognition in their eyes when they saw him. They talked about their favorite baseball teams (he was a dreaded Dodgers fan) and played never have I ever.

Jasmine was sure it was because they had too much booze flowing through their veins that they'd somehow ended up back at his trailer. She'd tried to appreciate the view of his secluded little paradise but Owen had given her no time. He'd picked her up bridal style; his drunk ass stumbling on the steps causing them both to laugh as he realized he had to set her down.

Once he had her inside the trailer Owen had tried to play it cool. Offering her some vodka he had stashed away in a cupboard. The inside of the trailer was so small that there was nowhere they could be and not be touching. It didn't take long before she'd felt his calloused hands wrap around her waist and pull her closer. The feeling of his lips crashing down on hers setting her body on fire.

Owen's hands left scotching imprints all along her skin where his hands touched. Their mouths trying to devour the other as they drunkenly started to clumsily remove clothing. He'd taken her to the back of the trailer, to his bedroom, and once they had laid down on the strangely hard yet comfortable bed it didn't take long for things to escalate.

What hadn't freaked her out the most hadn't been what they had done. But what had come after it.

It had been late into the night when they had finally had their fill. Bodies tangled in sheets and in each other. They'd sobered up a bit and looked up at the stairs through the sun roof that was above the bed. Jasmine had listened to the sound of his heartbeat as his hands lazily played with her hair.

She felt like she could stay forever in that moment but soon reality kicked in and remembering that she was going to work with him had her muscles tense. She'd only known him for not even a whole day and she'd ended up in bed with him. Jasmine didn't even know if he was one of those guys who had conquests. If by the start of the following day everyone would know what had gone on between them.

Jasmine mentally kicked herself as she waited for the rhythmic sound of his breathing to even out, letting her know he was asleep, before she picked up her clothes and headed out.

*SIX WEEKS LATER*

"Come on Jazz we gotta go!" Amber hollered as she jumped into the jeep.

Jasmine quickly checked their medical bag before shoving it in the backseat of the jeep, jumping into the driver's seat.

"Where are we going where we're needed so urgently?" She inquired.

"The raptor cage."

The three words Jasmine did not want to hear.

Jasmine would've liked to have said that after her first night with Owen she had learned her lesson. But when he had come looking for her the next day, asking why she had left in the middle of the night, they'd ended up mouths locked together and her body pressed up against her office wall.

She found herself sneaking off to meet him in between duties and on occasion spending nights with him. It wasn't her proudest moments. Jasmine knew that for sure but when it came to Owen she felt like she had no control; the man was pure fire and god did she enjoy getting burned.

Finally she came up with the idea that she needed to stay away or at least try too. The occasional hook up wasn't so simple anymore. It had slowly grown more complicated. Now when she would go over at night they would cook dinner together and talk about what happened during their day. The last night she was with him they ended up cuddling up next to each other and falling asleep.

Something that wasn't meant to become complicated somehow had and the only logical thing jasmine could come up with was simply to ignore him. Ignore the problem and it should just go away. Right?

She hadn't seen or spoken to Owen since that night. Okay, she had seen him in a few places but ran in the opposite direction when he would start to make his way towards her. He'd tried calling their station a few times but every time she would whisper to Amber to say she wasn't in or that she was ill.

Jasmine knew she was being childish but she couldn't help it. The memory of what they'd done turned her cheeks a fiery red every time she thought about it. Not all for bad reasons, if she was to be honest.

She felt her hands still clasped tightly to the steering wheel, palms sweating, and her breathing heavy, as Amber cleared her throat.

"You gonna start the jeep or are we just gonna continue to sit here?"

"Oh right, yeah. Gotta turn the jeep on to ugh, go anywhere," Jasmine murmured.

Once the ignition sounded she put the jeep into gear and started off towards the raptor enclosure; bracing her nerves along the way.

If it wasn't noticeable Claire is going to be the love interest in this for Amber. Review/Comment PLEASE! It would be greatly appreciated!

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