REPOST: Mama I-Rex rescue mission; Owen Grady x I-Rex child reader

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*Author's note*

Another final repost for the day. This time this came from my tumblr LOOOONG ago so human experimentation is said, some fluff/angst. And I hope you all enjoy/re-enjoy this little fic.

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It all began with a test tube. Jurassic World scientists have come a long way in just 20 years since the first Jurassic Park, and with technology more advance than it was back then, they were able to create things that were possible for even normal scientists to think was possible. Not only did Jurassic World scientists make a hybrid dinosaur, they also used that same DNA to create a full human child to speak and communicate with said creature.

Now it was said that their newest attraction, the Indominus Rex or I-Rex for short, had eaten it's sister because it grew too territorial but what they didn't know was that the sister I-rex tried to eat the young girl they had with the two of them and the white I-Rex was protecting her pup since they both shared the same scent and DNA pattern, making the true I-Rex the mother of this young girl that they named IR626.

But then one night, IR626 somehow managed to escape the increased secure habitat of the I-Rex and started roaming freely around the park, and it is here that our story begins.

It's been three days since the child's escape and the mama I-Rex had been going frantic with worry and thinking that it was the humans that had taken away her pup, she planned an excellent escape to get out of her cage and stop at nothing till she found her pup.

She would claw up the walls by nightfall, each time making them go higher and higher till it almost seemed like it had escaped overnight, then for the next couple of days she lay there camouflaged from the world and waited for the right time to make her escape.

One day as he was heading back from a long, exhausting day of training the raptors, former Navy soldier Owen Grady was riding home to his bungalow on his bike when he swore that he saw a shadow move by. He stopped his bike and looked to his right and made sure that his bike light was shining ahead in case the figure moved again.

After a brief moment, he thought that it had to be some kind of stray animal or something so he just kept on riding till finally he reached his bungalow. He parked his bike alongside his home and then went on inside and prepared him a nice big sandwich with a side of chips, pickles and a chug of beer. Once he was done with his dinner, he had a quick shower and then proceeded to just plop down on his bed and hit the sack.

Suddenly he was woken up by this loud bang downstairs. He froze for a moment then he got up and took out his gun that he kept under his bed and quietly walked downstairs with his gun on point. He tried to walk as quietly as he could without making the stairs creak, then once he reached the bottom of his stairs, he heard the banging again coming from the kitchen.

He readied himself to fire his gun, he silently exhaled before suddenly jumping out and turning on the kitchen light and what he found was a shock. There on the ground eating some of his chips was a young girl about 5-6 years old, she had long and by long I mean past mid-back long, almost to about her bottom, she seemed pretty frail and was a bit dirty.

"What the hell?" He muttered quietly. He soon took notice of the girl staring right at the gun and she let out a small whimper of fear. "Hey, hey it's okay I'm not gonna hurt you, its okay". He placed the gun aside and held his hands out showing the girl that he meant no harm. "Do you have a name sweetheart?"

The girl only responded with whimpers and throat purrs. Owen was a bit shock to hear those types of sounds coming out of a little girl but he took it as her either being mute or still a little scared. After all, just what was a little girl her age doing this far out away from the park at this time of night?

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