AN: I DO NOT OWN JURASSIC PARK, JURASSIC WORLD, ANY CHARACTERS OR OTHER THINGS ASSOCIATED WITH THE FRANCHISE. ENJOY!

3 months after the events of Jurassic World

"Are you sure you want to do this? It's been three months. You really think she'll remember you?" Barry screamed over the deafening sound of the helicopter rotors.

"I have to. She's the last of my pack. What kind of Alpha would I be if I didn't at least try?" Owen screamed back.

"Well good luck my friend, and try not to get eaten by Rexy, alright?" Barry said with a grin on his face.

"I'll do my best Barry. When Claire gets back from the States try to keep her from following me." Owen said, hoping to God that Claire wouldn't try and be all brave and romantic and follow him to the deadliest place on Earth.

"No promises!" Barry yelled as he shut the helicopter door. The pilot took off and Owen finally realized how insane he was. He was going back to Isla Nublar to oversee the capture and movement of two of the most dangerous predators to ever walk the planet. Simon Masrani's son and heir to his company, Peter, had ordered the relocation of all surviving animals on Isla Nublar to Isla Sorna, where they would live out the rest of their lives without human disruption. It would take a lot of manpower, but it was possible. Owen had been put in charge of the entire operation. His plan was to first secure the Tyrannosaur and Blue, and handle the herbivores later. He was hoping that the T-rex would be close to her paddock so that they could lure her in with some easy food, and that Blue would be near the Velociraptor paddock, hoping to find her pack in a familiar place. He would then have to sedate the animals and load them onto ships, then transport them to Sorna. Owen knew that the hardest part would be securing Blue. He would have to do it himself, and he was really hoping that Blue remembered him.