A/N: Hey guys! My first Jurassic World fic, and let me tell you right now. This will be a long one. It is going to go through the entire movie, and then on for some time. This isn't a one shot you'll be able to read in an hour.

I DO NOT OWN JURASSIC WORLD OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS THEREIN.

I'm going to be up front. The end game for this will be Owen/Zach. If you don't like it, you most certainly DO NOT have to read it. If you decide to read it anyway, feel free to give me feedback. But I would like it if it were constructive, and not just hate for pairing these two characters together. The rating on this story is labeled as such for a few reasons:

Graphic depictions of violence. Scenes of sexual nature. Swearing. Gore.

Not all these things will come fast, and most are in much later chapters. That being said, I do not condone underage sexual encounters. In this story, Zach is a teenager for the first part and there will later be a time skip.

I will also be posting this on AO3 under the same name, RiceQueen.

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"I don't want to go to Jurassic World. It's for kids."

"You're going. You can't argue with me on this, Zach."

The teenager in question had to fight the urge to obediently lower his head, and instead clenched his fists as he stood his ground.

"I don't want to go, Scott."

Suddenly Zach wasn't staring at his father anymore, but at the fireplace inside their home. On the mantle was a family photo taken just after Gray was born, back when things were better. The pain seeped into his brain then, the flesh of his cheek already blazing red. Tears stung his eyes at the sudden blow, and Zach let his breath out in a rush through his nose. Turning back to his father, he said nothing and strode passed him upstairs to his room, away from the confrontation. Taking the steps two at a time, he slammed his door shut and locked it.

It wasn't that he didn't want to go on this trip. Not really. But since when had his aunt wanted anything to do with them? She didn't even call them for their birthdays, not to mention the lack of cards on Christmas. Why should be bother spending time with someone who couldn't give two shits about him?

Zach touched his cheek gingerly, feeling the sting and hot skin beneath his fingers. He should probably ice it, but he didn't really feel up to going back downstairs just yet. That was a fight he knew he wasn't going to win. Sitting on the edge of his un-made bed, Zach looked out the window. His mother and Gray would be home soon, and no doubt the youngest Mitchell would be dying to share stories of his day. He had been chosen to participate in a high school biology competition, and as a result got to spend the day with the kids in Zach's own school. He was a genius, and Zach was envious of the attention he got. His cheek stung as he flexed his jaw, and he grimaced.

Perhaps no attention was better than any attention at all.

A van door slammed outside, and Zach pulled his curtains shut quickly. His mother wouldn't want to see him like this. She always got hurt over it. But if she did, it was easy enough to cover up. Another fight at school, or something like that. Since he didn't have any afternoon classes and didn't make a particularly good effort to make friends, it wouldn't be hard to believe. He sighed as he heard the door open and Gray instantly pounce on their father, chattering about something he didn't fully comprehend. Pulling out his phone, thirteen unopened messages from Veronica, he opened the camera app and looked at the damage to his face. It would probably bruise. He'd have to come up with something.

But that would come later. Right now he wanted to relax. To forget everything for a while. And so he pulled on his headphones and cranked the volume on his phone, deciding that when his 45% battery was used he would go downstairs. It was going to be a while.

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It was around midnight when the battery died, and Zach woke up as the current song halted in the middle of the second chorus. Staring at his ceiling, he vaguely wondered if anyone had knocked for him. He debated getting up to find something to eat, and almost didn't get up until his bladder forced the idea of falling back asleep right out of his mind. He let his phone and headphones fall onto his comforter and he exited his room quietly, turning the lock as gently as he was able.

The floor was cool on his bare feet as he made his way downstairs and to the kitchen, the house silent. Or at least it would have been, if not for the sounds coming from the living room. Curious and already knowing the answer, Zach entered the living room to find their television on and very softly playing a documentary about dinosaurs. Gray sat on the chair in the corner, blanket wrapped around his slim shoulders as his wide eyes took in every detail. He didn't notice his older brother until Zach stood fully in the light of the program.

"Zach!" Gray gasped and grabbed the remote, pausing the show. He quieted his voice with his next words, looking guilty, "I uh... I wanted to watch it right away." Zach smirked at his brother, knowing full well it would be all to easy to get the little one in trouble. But instead he whispered back, "I'll be right back. I gotta take a piss." As he turned around and headed for the bathroom, he chuckled at the reply, "You shouldn't say 'piss'..."

Zach returned to the living room after stopping in the kitchen for two peanut butter sandwiches, and a plate of chocolate chip cookies. He gestured with his chin for Gray to move, and the younger did so without hesitation. Moving out of the chair was a small price to pay for being allowed to watch his show. His brother sat down and put the plate on the side table, before crossing his legs and nodding towards his lap. Gray hesitated then, but moved to sit on his brothers lap without a word. It was seldom these days that they got to spend time alone, to hang out as brothers. Zach wolfed down the sandwiches and pressed play on the television while Gray munched on the cookies, careful to avoid leaving any crumbs as evidence.

The documentary was half over by the time either of them spoke.

"What happened to your face?"

It was almost a whisper, but Zach paused on chewing his second cookie, before finishing and swallowing heavily.

"Just a fight Gray. Don't worry about it."

"I do worry about it."

"I know."

A silence once more.

"You couldn't wait to watch the documentary until tomorrow, huh?"

"No. I'll watch it tomorrow too. But I wanted a preview. And..."

"Too good to stop?"

"Mmm."

Zach chuckled into the brown curls, checking the clock on the wall. Gray would need to go to bed as soon as this was over. But for now, letting him stay up would be fine, right?

The documentary came to a close, and Zach turned it off. Gray was falling asleep in his lap, and the teenager carefully manoeuvred his brother onto the chair while he put the empty plate in the dishwasher. Returning, he found Gray fighting to keep his eyes open. "Alright, come on," he murmured, collecting the boy in his arms and turning for the stairs.

After he had tucked Gray into his bed, and removed all the hard plastic dinosaurs from the bed in case of tossing and turning, Zach made to leave the room.

"Zach?"

"Mm?"

"It was Dad, wasn't it?"

Zach paused at the door, briefly considering lying to him. The internal argument resulted in an extended silence and that was all the answer Gray needed. He didn't wait for an answer, and asked another question, if only to make up for the last.

"Are you coming with me to Jurassic World?"

Mind still racing, Zach nodded before remembering it was pitch black in the room. His throat dry, he swallowed so he might speak, "Yeah. Of course. We go together."

"Okay."

The day came quickly that they were to leave for their trip. The bruise on his face had healed, and he kept the new ones on his back hidden and moved carefully so as not to irritate them. Veronica was waiting for him, her light hair bright in the morning sun. Inside his mother was trying to hurry Gray up, and his father paced beside the car, talking quietly and quickly to someone on his cell. Ignoring the feeling of unease in his gut, Zach tried his best to focus on what Veronica was saying.

"And make sure to text me, so I don't forget what you look like."

"Yeah, you uh, mentioned that before already. I will."

He wondered very briefly how he had managed to get a girlfriend in the first place. He chanced a look at his father, and noticed the calculating stare he was receiving. Turning back to the girl in front of him, he kissed her mid sentence, allowing for his tongue to delve into her mouth. It wasn't that kissing her was unpleasant, it was just... well. She wasn't his type. At all.

And he didn't really have a type. Except that in head head, all his partners were boys.

He parted from her quickly, smoothly smirking down at her dazed expression. In his head he was mildly disgusted with himself for forcing himself to continue the charade, but another glance at his father earned him an approving nod. He just had to keep it a secret. For how long he didn't know. Already she was talking, her voice sweet and totally in love. He nodded and 'mm'd' at all the right places, and rested his hands on her arms to keep her from trying to kiss him again.

The car honked, and Zach realized at some point his mother and Gray had gotten into the van.

"Come on, Zach, you're not going to war here."

"-and text me pics so I don't forget what you look like."

"Ah. Right. Sure. Bye."

"Bye!"

Zach hurried towards the van, to his mother and brother more like. There was nothing else in this world for him. He got into the car in a foul mood, and headphones at the ready. His father and mother turned towards him at the same time.

"I know it's hard, sweetie."

"You gonna be okay?"

Biting back the retort building on his tongue, Zach glowered at them both and put on his music. Beside him, Gray grinned, and that was something Zach could be happy about. If his brother was happy, all was well in his world.

The ride to the airport was uneventful to say the least. In the back of his mind, a fear of his father lingered and he tried very hard to play it cool. Gray and Scott's relationship was still good, at least to his own knowledge. And the last time he'd told his mother she had confronted his father, and... well that hadn't really gone too well for anyone. Divorce was brought up, and even though Zach knew he could handle it he wasn't sure if Gray could. It was better for his brother if he kept quiet.

His music wasn't actually on, but the headphones served as a shield to prevent anyone from wanting to talk to him. He stood beside Gray and tried to keep his mind on task, but it continued to race off track. Would his mother be alright after they left? Did Scott still suspect he was gay? He hoped not. He'd been especially good these last few months. But any small thing could spur an argument these days, worse than before Gray was born. Zach felt responsible, at least partly, for their deteriorating marriage. If he hadn't brought that boy home...

"-hey, take these. Can you take these? Honey?"

Zach emerged from his inner ramblings with a grimace, taking the plane tickets from his mother. "Yeah, I got them," he murmured, shouldering his bag higher on his arm and letting one side of his headphones slide off his ear.

"Hey, listen to your mother."

Zach cringed and nodded, plastering on a fake smile as he turned to his mother. She was saying goodbye to Gray, and Zach didn't much feel like making a scene with Scott. It wasn't worth it in the privacy of his own home, and it definitely wasn't worth it in an airport.

"Hey, answer your phone, okay? It's the green button. When you see my name, push it, okay?"

"Yeah, for sure." And he promised himself he would, because if there was someone he didn't want to push away from, it was his mother. He'd get out of the house soon enough. Gray would be alright, surely. It would be easier on him if he thought Zach didn't care though. The teenager pondered this as once more his mother kissed Gray. The kid was a cutie for sure, but this send off seemed to drag on.

"And remember. If anything chases you, run."

Right, because things were going to chase them.

"Ah, haha, right mom. Bye."

It wasn't like anything bad would happen at all.

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A/N: So let me know what you guys think. I will take feedback into consideration. Keep in mind I have been unable to find someone willing to beta for me, and that all mistakes are my own. Much like my other stories, I intend to come back to this one at it's completion and rewrite any inconsistencies.

Thanks for your time guys!