Owen Grady x Reader
This is my own imagine. This is gonna be long because I have had this in my head for a while and it just keeps building.
Let me know what you think! ♡
Owen Grady finds himself with the reader kidnapped by a mysterious company. Owen soon discovers that they are flying them to an all too familiar island and Blue is in danger! Romance and fluff to follow, of course ;)
Something was disturbing your sleep. It had been such a long time since you had been able to rest like this. You couldn’t make sense of the noise. You felt like there was cotton in your brain.
Oh God, they’ve drugged me again.
Tears almost came to your eyes at the thought of what they might be doing again. What kind of test they had thought of now.
After taking several deep breaths, you were thinking a bit more clearly and began to notice other things around you. There was a loud whirring sound…an engine, maybe? Along with that sound you could hear a….flapping sound? No…that wasn’t it. But it had a definite rhythm. You tried to think.
A helicopter! Thats what it is!
Then the realization sunk in. You were on a helicopter. You were never let out of the lab. Why the hell were you flying somewhere?
You were finally able to open your eyes without feeling like your head would split open. You took in your surroundings. Typical helicopter with seats and supplies. A cargo hold. You also noticed the heavy artillery hanging on the wall in the corner close to a man lightly snoring.
You blinked your eyes a few times to focus on what you were seeing. No uniform….just black cargo pants and a black shirt. Still could be military. Why was he sleeping though?
You struggled to push up into a sitting position and stayed there until the world stopped spinning. Swinging your legs over the side you noticed your attire as well. The clothes you had on were definitely not in your wardrobe. The company had always given you dressy pant suits or pencil skirts. You hated them but those were the rules. Now you were in jeans and a t-shirt.
Alright, who do I need to kill for changing my clothes without me knowing?
Your head snapped up as the man on the other side of the cargo hold stirred. Your heart had also taken its leave of your chest and tried to flop out on the floor.
You took this moment to stand up and try to make your way to him. Hopefully he wasn’t hurt. After only making it half way, he opened his eyes. You stood very still, not knowing what to expect. You watched as he took in his surroundings, eyebrows furrowed. His eyes finally landed on you and his eyes narrowed.
“Hello,” you attempted.
“Who are you?” He slowly began to rise. Considering how fast he was able to recover, you guessed he hadn’t been drugged.
“My name is (y/n)(y/l/n)….yours?”
“Owen Grady.” He was standing now and fully aware.
Shit, he’s tall. Grady….? You had heard the name before. Whispers of people passing by your room in the facility. So, did he work for them? Oh God, what is happening? Did he drug me? Well, maybe not. He had been sleeping too. He wasn’t on guard duty it seemed. No weapons on his person that you could see, anyway. Was he in the same boat as you? And why is he so freaking tall? Granted, your 5'4" self saw everyone as tall. But seriously, what is-
“Hello?! Earth to (y/n)?”
“I’m sorry what?” You looked over to where Owen was only to find him just a couple feet from you. You instinctively backed up. You hadn’t heard him move. He definitely had some sort of training.
“I asked you what we were doing here. Who are you? Who do you work for?” He was stepping closer. Each step he took forward was matched with you taking one backwards until you finally ended up at the wall of guns you had seen earlier.
“Okay, just calm down,” saying this just as much to yourself as to him. “I have just as many questions as you do. I have no idea what we are doing here. I already told you my name. I work for a company called Genetic Industries. They do tests on different things relating to DNA like ancestries and stuff. I’ve never been out of the facility since I woke up there 3 years ago. I have no recollection of what I did before that. Although, I have heard them mention your name before in passing. So to be fair-who are you and what are you doing here?” You tried to straighten your back to seem confident. However, truth be told you were torn between trying not to curl up in a ball in corner waiting for who knows what and trying not to inhale the wonderful smell that was coming from your fellow captive.
Never one to lie down and die you settled for the latter, trying not to make it obvious. You looked up into the clear green eyes that were still narrowed in your direction. Clearly he still saw you as the enemy.
Crap, what now?
You tried to slide sideways to save your sanity and attempt to make it to the other side of the cargo hold only to be met with a large forearm shooting out to prevent your escape.
Son of bitch! You will NOT be intimidated!
“Enough!” You pushed him with all you had and he only moved and inch.
“Back up off me, caveman! We are obviously in the same predicament. Now you can either try to bully your way through this or we can work together and try to figure out what is happening. What is it gonna be?”
You watched as he threw his hands up in defeat, showing he meant no harm and backed up.
“My apologies, (y/n) but I have a suspicious nature.” Owen grinned slightly and you would be lying if you said weren’t just slightly affected by his proximity.
“Its fine. Just don’t do it again. I don’t like being touched.” Damn, why did you tell him that?
“Hm…maybe you just haven’t been touched in the right way.” He winked and you almost hit the floor.
His eyes sparked as he watched your cheeks turn scarlet.
You turned from him with the excuse of looking around the cargo hold. You noticed the boxes covered with the military grade netting covering them. Moving some of the the netting aside to read the side of the crates.
“This isn’t right.” Your eyebrows came together in confusion.
“What is it?” He walked over, serious now.
“Its like these crates are backwards. They should say GenIn for Genetic Industries but they all say InGen. What reason could they have for switching the letters around?”
A hand came around to hold the netting as Owen stood directly behind you.
Well, good to know he doesn’t listen. The stubborn ass.
“Son of a bitch.” He released the netting and walked over to the guns grabbing a few off the hooks. He placed the smaller ones in his cargo pants pockets and grabbed three of the rifles.
“Can you shoot?” He didn’t wait for my answer as he came over to hand me a gun of my own.
“Trust me, we’re going to need them.” He walked over to the window of the helicopter and looked down.
“Fuck….Its Isla Nublar.”
So here’s part 1! Hopefully it doesnt suck! Lemme know what you think! (This is assuming anyone actually reads this)
Will post again soon!