A Love That Cannot Be
By: Tracy Cook
Disclaimer: I own nothing. These characters belong to the creators of The 100.
Couple: Lincoln/Octavia
Rating: M
Chapter One
Longing
'What Pulls At My Heart, So?
What Tells Me To Roam?'
Flames danced in brown eyes as he watched the fire that his tribe had built. They needed to keep warm for the winter that was coming. Most of them were wearing coats made from the animals that they hunted for food. He was wearing his father's coat. It was rather large on him, considering that he was only eight years old, but it was providing him with the heat that he needed to live.
His name was Lincoln.
He was named after one of his father's favorite monuments. The Lincoln Memorial. His father was very knowledgeable on all things "Earth" related. His entire family was. They were the members in the tribe that were instructed to maintain history. Generation after generation were to write down all of their findings in their journals, along with pictures.
They were still human.
They still came from the race that had left the planet. They were just the ones who had been left behind. The ones that they hadn't known about or cared to look for when they were making their escape.
After the war, everything was destroyed. Not long after that, they lost all use of technology and the foliage and wildlife started to take back what had once belonged to them. Leaving them to return to their primitive roots. They had to start making their own weapons, hunting for food, moving into the trees and caves to stay safe. They had to do what was necessary to survive and they had to keep their history, because history was knowledge. Without it, they would undoubtedly make the same mistakes year after year.
One day, it would be his job to chronicle the Earth.
He had already been practicing in his father's journals. Every once in a while he would let him draw a picture in the book. He said that they were good, but Lincoln knew he had a lot of work ahead of him.
"Eat up, son." His father said with a smile, handing him a roasted rodent on a stick. "You're gonna need it for the long trek through the forest tomorrow."
Lincoln took it eagerly and bit into the meat, chewing on it and thanking his dad for getting it for him.
'Together We Fly,
She Tarries Below There,
I After Her Spy.'
Age had destroyed his spirit. His innocence. He had watched his father die in cold blood by one of the other tribe members for disobeying the rules. He had watched them tear him limb from limb only to later serve him for supper. It was disgusting and he hated how cruel they were. How cruel they were to him for his father's treachery.
He wished he could feel as enthusiastic as he once did about drawing and chronicling history, but now it was only a job he was forced to do. They had taken away any aspect of fun when they had told him that he had to watch the humans who had just returned to Earth from the Ark. He was supposed to tally their deaths.
His tribe didn't want them to return.
They claimed that the land now belonged to them. That after the people left on the Ark and abandoned them, they didn't deserve to come back and take what they had made theirs.
In a way, Lincoln agreed with them.
But, he couldn't completely back what they were saying.
Lincoln had spent so many hours watching the people from the trees. They had arrived and they had been so happy to be on Earth. They had been so happy to be alive. Their eyes were filled with the innocence and the naivety that he had once had in his very own.
Especially her eyes.
They were wide and filled with hope and happiness. Their hazel depths held secrets and pain, something dark about her past, but mostly she just looked excited to be alive and on the planet Earth. She was almost childlike with how naive she was. Many times she had done something that had caused Lincoln to want to jump from the trees and rescue her.
One time she had nearly died going into the river. She did not stop to think about radiation poisoning or the dangerous snake-like creature that lived beneath the dark depths. She didn't care to think because she only cared to enjoy herself.
She learnt after that.
But, she was still always doing things that could put her in danger.
Like the butterflies.
Lincoln wanted to shout down to her and tell her that the butterflies had the ability to spit acid that would burn through her skin, if they felt threatened by her. Luckily, they never had. They loved her and were as fascinated by her as she was by them. As he was by her.
She was the inspiration for his first drawing that was not based purely on his job and what he had to do for the tribe.
She inspired him to draw a picture of her.
One night, while she was sitting beside the fire with a young man that she appeared to have feelings for. The sight had caused his stomach to twist and jealousy to overtake him, but he pushed the irrational feelings away. He had no reason to be jealous and honestly, as long as she was happy then he was happy. Lincoln only wanted the best for her. He wanted her safe and smiling.
She had a beautiful smile.
Lincoln watched her and he etched the beauty of her face into a page of his journal. He didn't know if historically she would make any difference, but to him she made all the difference. She made him want to abandon his tribe. She caused his chest to tighten because he couldn't be a part of her life.
No matter how badly he wanted to be in her life, to reveal himself, he simply couldn't.
His tribe would kill him.
After what his father had done they already hated him. This would be the ultimate betrayal. Siding with the enemy. It was pretty hilarious really. They were all humans and they all wanted to survive, yet they had sides. He would never understand people and their obsession with war. War was what had destroyed the planet in the first place.
War was what was keeping him from the woman he wanted so desperately to know.
For now, he could only watch and hope she survived.
'So Near And So Far.'
Author's Note :
I know that this first chapter is really short, but I do plan to make this a multi-chapter fic! It probably won't be too long, but will have lots of Linctavia goodness! Including some smut in the later chapters! Hopefully y'all will want to read more! If y'all want more I promise to add the next chapter ASAP! I love this ship so much! Thank you all for reading!
-Tracy Cook