Jurassic Park: Gwen & Peter Who: Gwen & Peter What: Escapism, dino style Where: Jurassic Park When: Following this Warnings/Rating: Rated E for Envy. D for dinos.
Gwen didn't wait for Peter.
She packed a bag, and she left the apartment without changing. She knew precisely where the dinosaur door was, having already done her due diligence when she'd intended on making this journey with Flash, and there was no hesitation as she crossed the threshold. Okay, so waiting on Peter had been the plan but, after talking to Mary Jane, she wanted to be alone. She didn't want to step into this never ending cycle again, and going anywhere with Peter Parker was just going to result in more of the completely non-medical pain that currently resided in the center of her chest. Because if there was one thing she'd never expected, it was for Jason to sleep with Mary Jane after seeing her just once.
That was stupid, and she knew it was stupid. She had all the data, all the statistics. She knew. She'd seen how Mary Jane flirted with Jason at the Osborn Estate. But it wasn't like Mary Jane didn't know Gwen was dating Jason, and it wasn't like Jason didn't know how insecure Gwen was about the redhead. And, okay, so they had no set rules for their relationship, but sleeping with Mary Jane after seeing her once? Once?
No. She wasn't going to think about it. She was in this door to distract herself, and something she'd looked forward to had become something entirely different now. Like those days after her dad died, when the only thing that kept her from staying in bed and crying was this project or that project, and she trekked into the abandoned visitor center to examine the map she already had memorized. But it never hurt to be thorough, and she had no intention of getting eaten in this door. She could already tell her abilities didn't work here, which wasn't surprising, but her research was good. She knew the area that contained the herbivores, and she knew where the breaches were for the carnivores. She could get in and out, and she wasn't any damsel that needed rescuing, not her.
She checked her supplies, stowed her map, took a set of keys from the main desk and moved beyond the visitor center to check for fuel in one of the park's familiar yellow vehicles. Brachiosaurus were the closest herbivores to the main doors, so she was headed there. She wasn't going to deep, not alone. The road was clear, and she stopped just inside the area noted on the map and climbed out. It was breathtaking, and she hopped up onto the hood of the vehicle and waited, legs dangling and with the patience of someone who spent a lot of time staring into a microscope. Warm, daylight, and it felt like there was nothing in the world but the things growing around the speck of yellow that was the car with the girl sitting on the hood.