AU: Jurassic World because we CAN
Date: July 2015
They’d sent him back at his own expense and Djavan couldn’t have possibly felt more stupid. Well, actually, he COULD – that was discounting his employer’s ability to find a panda onesie in his size – but Mr. Lansing had more pressing matters on his mind than worst-case-scenario-ing everything all over the place anyway, namely condensing his myriad issues into justifying WHY he was there to interview and photograph a certain Miss Julie Davenport. Again. Again, after humoring him and the magazine with a week of her time several months prior, because when Djavan Lansing failed at something it absolutely entailed FAILING SPECTACULARLY. Jay wasn’t entirely sure what official raptor-trainers did in their extraneous hours (train… other things? He genuinely didn’t know, and what he LIKED to imagine Miss Davenport doing off-hours certainly wasn’t polite enough to be written in this AU), but it was nevertheless enduringly kind of her to accept his embarrassed plea to meet with him again in the park. The fact that he had a giant fucking crush on her hardly helped matters, and was, ultimately, EXACTLY why he needed to retake the three-thousand odd photos he’d had before. Or something like that.
Waiting patiently in the visitor’s entrance after having texted the trainer with an ostensibly professional I’m in the lobby, when is a good time for you?, Djavan settled onto a bench, fiddled with the straps to his camera bag. There was – unsurprisingly – a whole different crowd of visitors here, and he mused on whether this was one more attractive enough to warrant a reshoot. The environment photos had been fine (no one really cared beyond its ambiance, and that had been before he’d met Julie and her Insanely Gorgeous Legs and things had subsequently taken a careening crash-course for the worse); it was just the raptor shots that they wanted more of. More raptor, less Julie Davenport in shorts, Julie Davenport smiling into the camera, Julie Davenport not at all paying attention to him, but illuminated in the light filtering through palm leaves with the most dimunitive layer of dust dulling the satin tan of her skin.
Yeah, he had it bad.
Sighting the familiar brunette at the edge of the crowded hall, Jay rose to his feet, waved in her direction in a swooping, tattooed arc. “Julie!” he half-bellowed (having been raised SLIGHTLY better than that but nonetheless forgetting any semblance of good manners), and began weaving his way through the waves of tourists to join her.
Raptor training was an intense business, unsurprisingly. Julie was a busy woman, between her work with the raptors and helping maintain safety of the park’s visitors. A degree in paleontology and a lot of hands on experience with the dinosaurs definitely made her a star in her field though, honestly, there wasn’t that much competition for hands on dinosaur specialist. But the ones that did exist did not have that special touch that Julie possessed, which was remarkable for someone who hadn’t even trusted dogs not to bite her.
Julie had a very busy morning of running through maneuvers with her raptor pack before aiding in the herding of an ankylosaur away from its pack for medical attention for a potentially infected wound from a run in with another dinosaur. It had been quite the ordeal but overall, ended successfully. Julie had taken a moment to clean up a little, it wasn’t easy staying clean and pristine when running with dinosaurs or riding around atvs in muddy fields. She had some mixed feelings about having to redo these interviews. She wasn’t the chattiest when it came to what she did, it was an odd feeling that there was going to be an article about her somewhere in the world. When had she become an interesting person? On the plus side, she got to see that dorky photographer that they had sent last time. He was pretty fun to talk to and, if she was going to be truly honest, was damn gorgeous. And hilarious, as an added bonus.
While she was still a little confused as to why Jay was back, she was sort of enjoying the idea of seeing him again and hid her smile behind the to go cup of coffee she had picked up on the way to meet him. He had spotted her before she had a chance to look but raised the other cup in her hand in greeting, weaving her way a few steps closer to meet him part of the way. “Welcome back,” Julie smiled, handing him the spare cup. “Uh, one sugar, no cream, right? I didn’t think you would be back so soon.” Not that she minded!