I haven’t written anything for Owen in a really long time, so here, have a super fluffy holiday fic filled with literally every fanfiction cliche you can think of!
Owen stared blankly at his plane ticket, then up to the
large screen listing departing and arrival times of various flights. The word
“cancelled” flickered in red across the board for every single one, including
his connecting flight to California. Around him, people were fussing about.
Most of them were on their phones, attempting to make hotel arrangements or
contacting whoever would be expecting them at their destination. There were,
naturally, a few crying children, as well. Three years ago their tantrums would
have irritated him to no end, but working at a theme park, desensitized him to
the sound.
He folded his ticket and tucked it into his pocket, sighing
as he mentally corrected himself. Worked.
He worked at a theme park.
Owen looked up at the television beside the flight statuses.
A man, bundled to the point that his face was hardly visible, was attempting to
keep himself steady as he reported the weather. Beneath him was a hypocritical
caption scrolling repeatedly, warning people to stay indoors until the blizzard
stopped and the temperatures rose to a safer level. It was an idiotic display
of media, but at least it was a break from what had been flashing across the
world for the past three days: The Indominus Incident.
Toad's Cave 