The Other Side Down
A Clexa Story
Author's Name: LesbianAtWork
Chapter Name: Rock Bottom
Main Characters: Clarke Griffin, Octavia Blake, Raven Reyes, Lexa Woods, Anya Woods, Lincoln Woods
Guest Characters in Chapter 1: Abby Griffin, Bellamy Blake, Harper, John Murphy, Monty Green and Jasper Jordan
Flashback Characters: Wells Jaha, Finn Collins and Jake Griffin
Pairings: Clarke/Lexa, Lincoln/Octavia (In Beginning) Finn/Raven (In Flashbacks) Octavia/Raven, Bellamy/Harper (Friends with Benefits) Abby/Jake (In Flashbacks)
Original Characters: TBA
Author's Note: Okay. So I needed to re-due this chapter due to misspelling, and I wanted to make this chapter longer and have it make more sense. Anyways here is the new chapter one. It's gonna be a little different than the original chapter. But hopefully I can make more sense to it. Anyways enjoy!
Summary for Chapter 1: Flashbacks, Funerals, Present Days and Lots of Cheesecake
Rated: T/M
Warning: Some depression, some deaths, lots of tears. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING FROM THE 100. I ONLY OWN THE MADE UP STORY AND THE MADE UP CHARACTERS!
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What are we waiting for?
Seems like we do it just for fun.
Is this, this stupid war.
We play hard with our plastic guns.
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Five Years Ago – Mesa, Arizona 2011
"In peace may you leave this shore. In love, may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels. Until our finale journey on the ground. May we meet again."
It was quiet. But not to quiet. You can hear the faint sounds of everyone's cries. The faint sounds of children crying. The faint sounds of everyone's nose being blown. (Gross but true.) No one saw this coming. Not even his own family. We all had just graduated high school two weeks ago. No one suspected a thing… Until it actually happened. Wells was a good kid. He was the smartest kid we all knew. He didn't care what people thought of him. He was always so kind, so generous. He didn't have a mean bone in his body. If we were having an off day, he would come over and make sure we were okay. He never once had an off day. (I loved him.) But like in a friendly way. And he knew that. Sure we went on a couple of dates, but really it was more of a friend date then an actual date. No matter what had happened. He was always there no matter what. That's one thing will all miss. His kind heart, and his passion for teaching.
"Wells was a good kid. He was ready for the real world." (That's true. He got super excited when he told us he was going to UCLA. His face lit up like a little kid on Christmas day.) "He wanted to change the world. Even if it was for something small."
Does it hurt? Well of course it does. It hurts like hell. It's like someone ripped out my heart and tore it in to millions of pieces. No one could ever fix this. Not even god himself. I don't even know what I believe anymore. After what had happened to Wells. I don't even think there is a heaven. But how can anyone know? Do we even know if there's a heaven or even a hell for that matter? I shouldn't get my hopes up over something that might not even exist.
"Now most of you might not even believe." (Most of us yes.) "But we must not push each other away. We must all be here for one another. And always remember that Wells will always be a part of us."
Wells Jaha. Friend. Murdered.
"Clarke."
I looked up at the sound of my name. I was told to talk about him. But how can I when I can hardly speak.
"Um." (Come on Clarke. You can do it.) "Wells was my best friend." (It's okay to cry Clarke.) "I loved him. Even if he didn't see it. I loved him with all my heart." (You're okay.) "Were all going to miss him." (I miss you.) "Thank you."
May We Meet Again My Friend.
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Breathe deep, bottle it up.
So deep until it's all we got.
Don't speak, just use your touch.
Don't speak before we say too much.
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Three Years Ago – Mesa, Arizona 2013
I'm a mess. My mom's a mess. We're both just a big mess right now. My father. Jake Griffin, died two weeks ago of terminal cancer. It wasn't bad at first. He had to do a lot of chemotherapy. Until he couldn't breathe on his own. It had spread like wildfire... The doctors said he had about six months to live. Three months later, he died in his sleep. My mom had a hard time after he died. She didn't leave the house for a week. She stayed in bed most of the time. She hardly ate. And now here she is. Being strong for me because she doesn't want me seeing her so weak. But she shouldn't hide. Were all weak.
"Jake Griffin. Oh man where do I start." (My mother's trying to say something funny to lighten the mood.) "He was more of the comedian than I was. He always made us laugh. Clarke especially. Every joke he told, she would always laugh. Maybe even to hard if you ask me." (Thanks mom.) "I may not have a sense of humor sometimes, but most of the time, I was always the one laughing along."
I don't think I want to ever feel this way again. It hurts too much. After Wells died, I through myself into work and school, I hardly ever go out anymore, and I'm just too afraid to let someone else in again. Nightmares? Everyday. I can't sleep, I can hardly even eat. But most times I pull through and other times, I just lay in bed and cry. (I probably sound pathetic.) But it's true. I don't ever want to feel this way ever agin.
"I don't have much to say." (I miss you dad.) "I'm actually not sure what to say." (Come on you can do this.) "I guess, all I have to say is that, I miss him. I miss him a lot. And I will always keep him close to my heart." (Good job Clarke.)
"In peace may you leave this shore. In love, may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels. Until our finale journey on the ground. May we meet again."
Jake Griffin. Father. Brother. Friend.
May We Meet Again My Friend.
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You hate me now and I feel the same way.
You love me now and I feel the same way.
We scream and we shout.
And make up the same day, same day.
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One Year Ago – Mesa, Arizona 2015
Here we are at West Mesa Justice Court. We're all here to see the killer of our friend Wells Jaha. I guess after five years he finally came forward. The officer who had called me last night said that I was to attend the hearing of the murderer. So here I am. Waiting for him to come out. I've been waiting for this for five years. (We've all been waiting.)
"All rise."
I didn't know what to fear. I didn't even know what to expect. I hope they put him in jail for life.
"You may be seated." I hold on to Octavia's hand as we wait for the suspect. "Bring out the suspect."
Before we knew it, our faces drop. And our worlds just came crashing down.
"Finn Collins. Do you promise to tell the truth and nothing but the truth?" He looks to us like were all still going to care for him.
"I do."
How can Finn do this? I thought we were friends. We trusted him. Why is he now just coming out about this? He should've told us. Five years too late.
"Mr. Collins. Is it true that you killed Wells Jaha?" (Please say no. Finn no.)
"Yes sir. I did kill him." (What the fuck Finn?)
"Mr. Collins. Can you please tell us how you killed him?" (Oh god.)
"I shot him." (How could you?)
"How many times did you shoot him, Mr. Collins?" (Finn no.)
"Five times in the chest. And then I stabbed him five more times." (I'm going to be sick)
"Wasn't Wells your friend Mr. Collins?"
"Yes sir. He was."
"I see." (I can't believe this is happening.) "Mr. Collins, after you killed your supposed friend. Where did you go after it had happened?"
(Don't say Ravens. Don't say it.) "I went to my girlfriend's house sir."
"And did she know that you killed your friend?"
"No sir she did not." (Thank god she didn't know.)
"And the weapons you used, Mr. Collins, where did you hide them?"
"Under the floor boards of my house sir."
"That's all the questions I have your honor."
It was silent for about two minutes until the judge finally spoke. "Mr. Collins. Do you have any last words?"
"No sir."
"Do you plead as guilty Mr. Collins?"
"Yes sir."
"Finn Collins. I hear by sentence you to prison for life. Take him into custody."
As they handcuffed him, he looked at us for forgiveness. Not even Raven is going to ever forgive him.
Finn Collins. Murderer. No Longer Friend.
May You Rote In Hell.
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Oh, we're on the right side of Rock Bottom.
And I hope that we keep falling.
We're on the good side of bad karma.
Cause we keep on coming back for more.
We're on the right side of Rock Bottom.
And to you I just keep crawling.
You're the best kind of bad something.
Cause we keep on coming back for more.
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Present Day – Mesa, Arizona 2016
"Octavia. Call me back when you get this. Okay. Bye."
It's been a crazy few months. After finally graduating from college, I can finally call myself a real artist. It might not sound fun, but it's fun for me.
Is Octavia with you? –Clarke
Nope. Last I heard she was going to that new club that opened up a couple months ago. –Raven
Do you happen to know what it's called? –Clarke
Polis Sound Club –Raven
Thank you. I'll see you tonight right? –Clarke
Yep. –Raven
Awesome. –Clarke
No wonder. Her phones probably dead.
As I finally arrive at Polis Sound Club, I noticed a brunette at the door. I walked up to her and smiled. "Hey. I'm looking for my friend, and I think she might be in there."
"Tall, dark hair? Calls herself Big O?"
Typical Octavia. "That's her." God her laugh.
"I'm Lexa. I'm the bartender here." Her hand is so soft. Fuck I need to stop shaking her hand.
"Clarke. Big O's best friend." Her smile. God Clarke you hardly know this girl.
"Come on. I'll show you were she's at."
"Thanks." God she's beautiful. Clarke for fucks sake pull yourself together.
"So how long have you lived in Mesa?" Good start, good start.
"A year. I like it here. It's nice" And hot. Fuck.
"Yeah I've lived here my whole life. It's a great place to live." God Clarke you need to stop starring at her boobs. She might notice.
"There she is."
"God dammit Octavia." She's drunk off her ass right now. "It's not even noon yet and you're already drinking."
"It's Big O to you missy." She's so done for the day.
"Come on Big O. Let's get you home." God she's heavy. "Jesus what do you eat."
"You calling me fat?" Not fat just heavy to carry.
"Just stop talking." God she needs a hobby.
"Do you need help carrying out?" I look behind me and smile.
"That would be nice. You can just throw her over your shoulders. She wouldn't mind at all."
He's really tall. Maybe Octavia will stop talking now. "I wanna go home now. Am I flying?"
"No. You're being carried to my car."
"Booo."
"Shut up Octavoa." I'm really tempted to drop her off at Bellamy's. "Or I'll send you to Bellamy."
"Your no fun. And Bellamy's a meanie."
I'm dropping your drunk ass sister off at your house. I don't want to deal with her. –Clarke
Bring her by. I'll handle her. –Bellamy
Thank you. –Clarke
No problem. –Bellamy
"I'm taking you to Bellamy's"
"Boooo."
I turn to Lexa and smile. "Thanks for not letting her drink anymore."
"It's no big deal. I figured she'd have someone come and get her."
"Yeah. Next time she drinks I'm going to put a limit on her."
Her laugh is memorizing. God damn it Clarke. Pull yourself together. "Well I should get back in there. I'll see you around Clarke."
"Yeah. See you around." I think I'm in love.
"Bye Lincoln."
"Who's Lincoln?" Now she's seeing things.
"The big guy that carried me?" Oh.
"I see. Well thank you Lincoln."
"No problem. Octavia. Lay off the alcohol for a while."
"Okay!"
"Bye Clarke."
"Bye."
I turn around and see Octavia puking in the street. Great just what I need. "Come on you. Let's get you to Bellamy's."
"Well I get some soup?"
"How about some ice cream?"
"I want ice cream." I hope Bellamy has ice cream.
"You can have ice cream when you get to Bellamy's."
"Okay. I go sleep now."
"You do that." She's going to regret drinking later.
May We Meet Again… Lexa
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Author's Note: Hope you all enjoyed it! Let me know what you think!