A/N: First AU...

Lets see how this goes.

"I don't think we're going to get any proper waves." Clarke muttered dejectedly. With a frown on her face, she looked across at Raven from her straddled position on her surf board.

As if to prove her point, a small wave rocked underneath their boards. The blonde pouted at how pathetic they must have looked. The only two people across the whole beach who thought it would be possible to surf in the stillest ocean she had ever seen. Another tiny wave rocked them.

Raven smiled at her before moving her body to lay flat on her own board. "No shit, Clarke."

Sighing, Clarke squinted her eyes to look up at the sky above them. There was only the faintest wisp of cloud visible in the endless blue. "Weathers' still pretty good."

"Hmm sun kissed Reyes, it has a nice ring, I think I might forgive you for a wasted surf trip."

Another wave rocked Clarke, harder than the gentle sway of the others. Twisting around, Clarke tried to look for it, but there was only the small ripples that had been mocking her since swimming out. "I really wanted to surf."

"Maybe tomorrow buttercup, today we get our tan on." Raven quipped. Clarke let out a puff of air at Raven's words, watching the brunette relax her head onto the surf board, laughing gently. "Three weeks till college Griffin, I'm sure you'll get to surf at least once."

The mention of college had Clarke wanting to slip off the board and into the ocean to just drown. Getting away from their small town would be great, moving closer to her mother again was another story. It had only been a year since her mom had moved into the city for her new job, but going from the freedom of living in their old apartment alone with Raven, to living five blocks away from her mother was just going to strain their relationship. Again.

"Ugh, don't remind me. This is going to be my last break for years." Clarke frowned, before shifting her own body until she was laying face down on the board. Tilted her head towards the other girl, Clarke let her eyes trace the outline of the brunette's face, her hand subconsciously drawing her in the water.

"You really think I'm going to let you go five years without a break?" Raven asked, a single eye squinting open at her.

Clarke snorted at that, because no she didn't expect Raven would. They had only lived together a year, but Raven had already managed to change Clarke's whole outlook on life. That whole outlook being why study all the time and miss the perfect opportunity to have fun. Clarke smirked when she remembered arguing with the brunette and Wells about how she could have fun before she had promptly burst into tears, because her dad had only died three years before and that was still randomly happening back then.

"You? No." Clarke agreed, a smile twitching at her mouth. "My mom? Definitely."

"Mama Griffin just wants the best for you, I'll keep her at bay." The flirty tone in Raven's voice had Clarke grimacing. She still wasn't entirely sure how much of the brunettes affection towards her mother was real and how much was to make her feel as uncomfortable as possible.

"Raven, seriously." Clarke gagged.

"Did I ever tell you about the time she invited me over?"

"Oh Jesus..."

Yes, Raven had told Clarke the story before. She had also told all her friends. And most the strangers they had ever met.

"It was great, 'Hi Raven, it's Abby, Clarke's mum'." Raven grinned, her voice coming out high pitched, and far too dramatically nasal to be anything like Clarke's mother.

"My mom does not speak like that."

The brunette just shut her eyes again and continued. "'Can you come over and check over my pipes for me, mmm wear your sexy underwear, hot stuff'."

"I'm actually going to kill you." Clarke growled, but despite her threat she couldn't stop the slight laugh that bubbled out afterwards.

"You can't kill your future step mom, Clarkey baby." Clarke rolled her eyes, and tried her hardest not to join in with Raven's boisterous laughter.

Silence settled between them once more, the only sound coming from the beach behind them and their hands lightly tracing through the water.

It became a game then, each of them lightly hitting each others hand before scooting away with the other chasing it. Clarke let out a sigh, her whole body relaxing in a way it only ever did when she was around Raven. For possible the millionth time, she thanked Finn for being such a fuck up two years ago. Without him cheating on them both they never would have become such close friends. The whole situation still made her cringe though. How Finn thought he could date two people who were friends to begin with was beyond her.

Ever since Finn happened, every Friday night Raven would pick an action movie for them to watch together. They would spend half their time trying to throw popcorn in each others mouths, and the other half laughing at how unbelievable each sequence was. They had seen countless movies in that way, but none of them prepared Clarke for what happened when she felt the second sudden rough wave underneath her surf board. A wave that was perpendicular to the tide.

In the movies it didn't start with the feel of rough skin just under the surface of the water, passing gently against her finger tips. And when it begins, she's not supposed to be able to see the water bending upwards as a snout breaches the water. There wasn't meant to be time for her to look up at Raven, who's eyes were now open and staring down at the black eyes facing her. Clarke looked back down, watching the jaws open, it's teeth hovering over Raven's back. Neither of them moved, they both stayed frozen watching it slowly close its mouth around the surf board.

In the movies it was fast, it was quick, there was no time to think or process what was happening. Part of Clarke wished that was how it had happened, then she wouldn't have to remember each excruciating detail.

"Shark." Clarke's voice quietly croaked.

Raven managed to scream. The sudden sound cut through Clarke and the eerie calm around them, but neither of them had time to stop the brunette's body being pulled from the board and into the water below with barely a splash.

The sun continued to beat down on Clarke's back. The distant sound of children laughing on the beach remained. The light rocking of her surf board on the gentle waves carried on as if nothing had happened. It was that calm, the deceptive tranquillity all around her that tricked Clarke into doing it. At least that's what Clarke chose to believe as she let her own body slide off her board, head first into the water.

Clarke struggled to see through the salt that was stinging against her eyes. When the haze cleared, her stomach clenched, the need to throw up burning through her. There was red everywhere. It was blood. Raven's blood.

She knew somewhere behind the veil of crimson there was a shark, possibly with Raven still in it's grasp. Clarke's mind was still reeling at the thought. Desperately, she tried to swirl the blood out of the way with her hands. With the cloud finally starting to thin, Clarke spotted the brunette. She didn't stop to look if the shark was still there before she was pulling against the water to get to her.

There was a desperation to Clarke's strokes, and the burning in her eyes intensified with every blink as she swam against the water. Clarke couldn't lose Raven, not after losing her father, not after losing Charlotte, not after losing Wells. She wouldn't let Raven join the foot note of losses in her life. She wasn't going to let Raven become someone else she had to mourn.

As Clarke swam closer, she barely stopped herself from retching and she had to fight the urge to suck in a breath of air. Raven's body was hanging lifelessly in the water with swirls of red spiralling from her side. Each tooth mark, each rip around the girl's stomach was letting out it's own pulse of blood. Clarke's lungs started burn with the need to scream.

Out the corner of her eyes, she caught sight of the shadow that was circling around them. She knew what it was. Her heart started to thunder as the kicked the final few feet to reach the brunette.

There was an urgency to Clarke's movements as she slipped her arm around Raven's stomach, her eyes following the puncture wounds that wrapped around her body, ending directly over her spine. The blood continued to swirl around the wound, and Clarke quickly kicked her legs to the surface, pulling Raven's back flush to her front to get her head above the water.

Clarke wasn't sure she would ever be able to find the words to describe the relief she felt when Raven let out a pained cry the moment her head breached the water. She was alive.

"I've got you," Clarke panted. Twisting her body, she pulled against the water with one arm and started to drag Raven towards her abandoned surf board. "You're going to be okay."

She wasn't sure if the reassurances that were spilling from her lips were more for herself than Raven, but the brunettes sobs started even out and her injured body relaxed into hers.

"Come on Raven, stay with me." Clarke ordered. Another pull and they were next to the board. "I need you to get on the board, come on one last push."

Raven let out another harsh breath. Each time the brunette made a sound, Clarke felt like she was going to break because she was still alive and they were going to make it. They worked together to slide Raven's body onto the board, and Clarke tried not to hear when Raven whimpered that she couldn't feel her legs. Their eyes met again, and Clarke started kicking, pushing the board back towards the shore.

They had almost made it when the screaming from the beach, and the widening of Raven's eyes warned Clarke of what was going to happen.

"Oh."

Clarke didn't fight it. Instead she gave the board one last push, and watched Raven's eyes disappear from view as she was gently pulled under the waves.

There was no pain in her leg. Just an odd pressure. Clarke wondered if it felt this gentle to Raven when the shark pulled her in.

Carefully, Clarke twisted her body and took in the sight of her leg between its jaws. There was some kind of disconnect in her mind because she didn't panic. She just felt the calm of the sea around her as it glided along with her, pulling her away from the shore line. It was strange to see the animal so close, and the blonde knew that sharks were big, but actually seeing it this close? Actually being along side it? It just made her feel so small. So powerless.

In the past few years, after the sudden death of her father, and then losing Charlotte and Wells right in front of her eyes, Clarke had thought about her own death. In all the scenarios she had conjured up, this was never one of them. The brief thought of what would happen afterwards crossed her mind. She wondered if they would ever find her or if her friends and family would have to mourn an empty coffin. She wondered if Raven would blame herself for this, and Clarke hoped she wouldn't.

Clarke felt the panic finally starting to bubble beneath the surface then, because she was very suddenly aware that she wasn't going to see any of her friends again. She wasn't going to see her mother again. A sob threatened to tear from her throat, but Clarke held it in, even as her lungs started to burn for her to breathe. Even though she knew it was hopeless, even though she knew she couldn't possibly make it she had to hang on as long as possible, she had to try.

The last time she spoken to her mom, Clarke had hung up without saying goodbye. The last time she had spoken to Bellamy, he had ruffled her hair and said he would pick her up the next morning. The last time she had spoken to Octavia she... She couldn't remember, and blackness was starting to flicker across Clarke's vision as she tried to remember anything at all.

A sudden pulse of pain exploded through Clarke's leg as the shark suddenly turned. All her thoughts could concentrate on was the tearing of her flesh. It felt like the shark had been dragging her for hours. Clarke was starting to wonder if it still remembered there was something in its mouth, or if it would just keep swimming towards the deep blue of the ocean until she drowned.

With another jolt of pain, the shark finally let go.

Clarke could just about hear a distant rumbling coming from above her as she watched it swimming away. There was a gracefulness to the way it swam, its tail slowly moving from side to side as it left behind the red haze of blood that was forming around her. A pressing thought in the back of the blonde's mind told her that she needed to breathe, now, but her whole body sank when she looked up. There were two more sharks circling above her.

It was something she had never seen before, the way the ocean parted underneath them, or the way a third shark suddenly appeared between them. Clarke braced herself and sucked in a breath of water to her lungs as it approached.

Except.

It wasn't a shark. It was a person.

The mysterious woman came down to Clarke's eye level, her wide green eyes briefly staring into Clarke's own before she was quickly around the back of her, and pulling the blonde up towards the surface.

The moment Clarke's head was above the water, she choked out the water inside her. The woman behind her slapped her back harshly, forcing more of it to spill out of the blonde's mouth and back into the ocean. There was a board on the back of the jet ski closest to Clarke, and another woman pulled her limp body onto it, quickly followed by the woman in the water.

"Lexa! Is she still alive?" The woman on the jet ski asked.

Everything around Clarke was spinning, and her eyes closed on their own accord. She could feel warm hands on the back of her head, lifting it until it was resting on what she assumed was the woman from the waters lap.

"Yes! Now go! It tried to take her fucking leg off!"

Clarke groaned in discomfort as the bite on her leg started to ache, but the pain just reminded her of what happened to her. Of what happened to Raven.

With another groan, Clarke opened her eyes. The same worried green eyes from the water were looking down at her.

"Raven... Where..."

The woman above her shushed her, her thumbs rubbing across Clarke's cheeks. "Your friend's already on the beach." She replied calmly.

Clarke wasn't sure if it was the truth, or if the woman was just telling her that to keep her calm. Either way Clarke started to cry.

"It... Hurts now." Her voice broke into a sob. The pain in her leg was throbbing and Clarke cried even harder when she remembered Raven's broken voice telling her she couldn't feel her legs.

"It's okay, you're going to be okay, you're safe."

The soft feeling of the woman's thumbs across her cheek was the last thing Clarke felt before she closed her eyes.

A/N: *insert Jaws theme*

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