This is my first 100 fanfic, and it honestly has been on my mind since the season 4 finale. I cannot wait till it returns.
Anyway, this is my take of how things play our between Clarke and Niylah (Who BTW I ship harcore) and being away from each other for six years.
A Lot of angst and drama, but also and equal share in love.
The title comes from a song that I think fits this story line, you all should give it a listen.
Time To Share by Gemini
I hope you all enjoy, let me know what you all think of the start.
Six years and seven days after the nuclear meltdowns. Clarke has been relentless in reconnecting with her friends and family. Being one of the only few to survive the destruction, made for some very lonely years. The earth is beautiful. Everything that was once man made was now covered in lush vegetation, evolution had reset and cycled again with organisms that now populated the planet, old and new.
Clarke had been hoping to make some kind of contact with Bellamy and the gang, but was returned with silence each day. Part of her worried that they never even made it onto the ship, or that the ship itself was uninhabitable, but another part of her kept telling her they were alive and fine, just had a minor problem with their comms.
She also made several trips back to polis, digging out a little by little each and every day. Unfortunately the commanders room didn't hold up against the raging nuclear storm. Luckily Clarke was able to keep the Rover running, and has been using it to pull the heavy debris.
Six years and eight days later, today would be the day the last beam of steel would be removed from the shelter door. Clarke prays she'll be able to make contact, let alone finally see the woman that has been haunting her dreams since this whole thing started.
Niylah. She prayed Niylah was well, she owed everything to Octavia for claiming her a spot. Ever since Lexa, Niylah was the bandage to her broken heart. Slowly mending it day after day until Clarke was able to love again. It took a long time, but Niylah was patient with Clarke. It's like she knew Clarke better than she knew herself. Just the thought of the blonde put a smile on the nightblood's face.
"Niylah." Clarke whispered into the cool air. The sun was rising, bringing a new day. Grabbing the radio along with her pack, Clarke set out to make yet another call to the Ark before heading to Polis.
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"Octavia, we are down to the last resources, and we are no where near getting the bunker door open. The farmers, and scientists are stretching the remaining algae we have, but they believe that'll only last six months tops. The people are beginning to panic. What is our plan?" Indra questioned, standing before their leader. Octavia stood outside the overseers door, staring down at her trusted advisors. This question was being asked quite often, and it was beginning to overwhelm the brunette.
"My answer is the same as the last time you asked this. Continue digging under the bunker door, we will have to hit an area without debris at some point, and keep rationing the food. Everyone works for their rations, is that clear? Myself included. Now begin the days routine." She finished, her gaze never faltering. As the group began to exit the room, Octavia called out to Indra, "Send Niylah in please."
A few moments later, there was a soft knock. "Come in." Octavia calls out. Niylah poked her head in, "You wanted to see me?" she questioned, stepping into the room as the door shut behind her, stopping in front of the desk.
The brunette smiled as she stood, "Ever since I left you sleeping." She husked making slow steps around, stopping only when she stood in front of the blonde. "I hate it when I have to tend to my leadership duties, and leave your side." She continued, pressing the blonde against the desk.
"Everyone looks up to you, Octavia. Their isn't another soul in this underground bunker that could do what you do, handle what you handle." The blonde began, running the tip of her finger down the brunettes leather blouse. Shivering at Niylah's touch, Octavia teetered forward, "No one could handle you, the way I handle you." She whispered into the blonde's ears, yanking her forward by the hem of her pants. It was now Niylah's turn to shiver as Octavia began a slow assault against her neck, earning a low moan from the blonde.
"O, I-I need to get to work, and you know earn my keep." She groaned, bracing herself against the desk as Octavia's hands began exploring. "You can earn your keep right here, right now." She husked, ripping the other woman's shirt open, exposing nothing but bare skin. Octavia's eyes grew wide at the sight, forcing the blonde to blush. It amazed her how much of a reaction she always got from the brunette every time they were together.
"Now I don't think that's very fair to the rest." Niylah teased, pulling her shirt closed as she shoved the brunette back receiving a pout from the woman.
"Would it make you feel better if I gave everyone this same deal?"
The blonde's mouth went wide at the brunettes question. Octavia only smirked as she took quick steps forward, "That's what I thought, now shut up and let me take care of you." She growled, lifting the blonde onto the desk. The two caught each other in a heated, but passionate kiss.
Octavia's hands working fast against the leather restraints on the blonde. "I-I think we may have a problem." Niylah husked, becoming lost in the all the sensations.
"Yeah?" O questioned, slipping the blonde's pants down, "We can fix that later." She stated, reaching in between the blonde's thighs immediately feeling the slick welcoming. A low moan escaped the blonde's lips as the brunette teased her opening. Niylah spread her legs further apart as she grabbed the brunette by the waist, pulling her in close.
As the blonde pulled the brunette closer, Octavia's fingers slipped deep into her core earning an audible gasp and cry from the blonde. "Fuck, I love the sound of your voice." Octavia whimpered, shaking at the sounds.
Just then a knock rasped against the door, startling the two. "What?!" Octavia quickly yelled, covering the blonde's mouth.
"It's Indra, one of the diggers said they could hear movement above the bunker door."
Both women caught each other's eyes. This would have to be continued later. Giving the blonde an apologetic look, she gently pulled out of the blonde who had to fight to stifle a moan. "I'll be right out." The brunette yelled back, before returning her gaze to hazel green eyes. "To be continued?"
The blonde could only nod her head, as she fought to pull herself back together.
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"Come on, come on Rove. You can do it girl, this is the last barrier between us and hopefully civilization." Clarke called out, patting the rover on the dash. 'And Niylah.' She thought. Giving the beam one last tug as it slid off the door completely. "Yes. Yes!" Clarke screamed, clapping her hands as she quickly got out of the rover, sliding over to the bunker door.
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Octavia left the room first, quickly following Indra and her men up the ramp to the bunker entrance. Niylah waited a while to insure she hopefully wouldn't be seen. Indra knew of the two's affair, but neither wanted to go public with it, even after three years of sneaking around.
As Octavia and the others made it into the entry way they immediately heard what sounded like knocking. "Oh my god." O whispered in disbelief, who could of survived out there? Could it be her brother and the others? She thought as she ordered her men to unlatch the door, while she and Indra ready their blades just incase.
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Clarke began tapping against the bunker door with the butt of her pistol, listening for any movement inside. "Come on, come on. Please, someone be there." She spoke, tapping harder with each hit.
The sound of the door unlatching caught her off guard as she quickly backed away. She too wasn't sure who would be waiting on the other side of the door.
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With the door swung wide open everyone stared waiting for the ball to drop, finally Octavia spoke. "Announce yourself." She ordered, unsheathing her blade.
A quiet gasp could be heard, "Octavia?" the voice asked. It was familiar.
"Clarke?"
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Niylah was walking out of the office as Octavia and the others were coming back down the ramp. "We must gather a search party, and immediately survey our surroundings. Now that the door is open, everyone will want to go back to how it was. We will need to hold control until we know fully what its like out there. Clarke will be able to help us with that, but for now I want this kept under wraps. Understood?" Octavia finished, as she came to a stop in front of a pale looking blonde.
"Niylah? Are you alright?" she asked, but Niylah continued to look as if she had seen a ghost.
"Niylah." It was a whisper, but Octavia knew who's voice it belonged to. Clarke pushed through the group stopping inches from the blonde.
"Clarke?" Niylah stated more than asked. She couldn't believe who was standing right in front of her.
"I'm so glad you're okay, I've been worried sick about you all these years." Clarke began, pulling the blonde into an embrace. Niylah immediately froze, unsure how to respond. "You were in my dreams every night, keeping me going. I needed to find you, and I am so glad you are here, alive and well." She whispered, pulling the blonde tighter as she nuzzled her face into the blonde's neck.
The sudden sensation seemed to snap Niylah out of her trance as she held the blonde just a little bit tighter. "I thought you were…" she began, tears brimming her eyes.
"It was the nightblood, it kept me alive. God I'm so happy to see you." Clarke beamed, cupping the blonde's cheeks. Clarke just wanted to look at the woman, rememorize every feature. Her dreams had been well at keeping her spot on when it came to the blonde, but still held nothing against the woman literally standing in front of her. "I've missed you so much." She assured, pulling the blonde back into the embrace. Niylah was still trying to process everything as her eyes met Octavia's, guilt and reality set in.
Indra could see the hurt in her leaders eyes, but now was not the time to sulk. The door now open was very crucial, and time could not be wasted on love affairs. "O, we need to start planning right away." She said, gathering her leaders attention.
"You're right, gather our best explorers and assemble and meeting right away." She ordered, as she continued down the ram, passing by the two women. Just as she was about to enter the office Clarke called out, "O, thank you for keeping her safe." Niylah turned to meet the brunette's eyes.
Octavia simply nodded and entered the room.
"So, what have I missed?" Clarke spoke, grabbing the blonde by the waist. Niylah gave her, her best smile she could muster at the moment, before taking Clarke's hand. "Come on, I'm sure your mother would love to see you."
Octavia sat in her chair, Clarke was back. Niylah was Clarke's first. How was she to handle these feelings now that she was back? Did Niylah feel the same? In the midst of her thoughts, her heart was hurting.
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"Niylah wait, as much as I know my mom would love to know I am alive, I know that the reunion will be a long one, and truthfully I want to spend time with you at the moment. I've missed you so much." Clarke spoke, grabbing the blonde by the waist. Niylah was overwhelmed with the scent that was Clarke Griffin, memories flooding her mind. "Okay." She whispered, nuzzling into Clarke. "Let's at least go to my quarters." She finished, Clarke nodding in response.
As soon as they entered the room, Clarke immediately saw all the drawings she had done, even the one of Lexa. "You kept these?" she asked, running her fingers across the paper.
"They helped me through the first couple of years. They were the only thing I had of yours." She spoke in a low tone, meeting Clarkes eyes.
In an instance Clarke surged forward capturing the blonde's lips and she pressed her against the wall. It took a moment for Niylah to respond, but soon she was returning the kiss with such fervor, helplessly clenching on to Clarke as if she were a ghost. Biting her lip, Clarke let out a low moan. Frantically sliding her hands along the blonde's body, hitting heated skin as her thumbs looped into the hem of Niylah's pants. The sensation startled the blonde as she quickly stopped Clarke. "Clarke, slow down." She husked, pressing against the blonde.
Clarke quickly pulled away, looking into the blonde's eyes. "What's wrong?"
Still panting, Niylah shook her head, "Nothing, nothing. I promise. It's just.. It's been over six years since I last saw you, felt you, or even smelled you. Its all.. It's all so overwhelming."
Clarke searched the blonde's eyes, but only saw serenity. "I know what you mean." She started, leaning her head against the blonde's, "I counted down the days until I would see you again. I know that sounds cliché, but its true. You were the one thing that kept me going out there. I wasn't lying when I said I dreamt of you every night." Niylah smiled at the blonde's admittance. "But you are right, this is a lot all at once. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have jumped you like that. I guess, my body just reacted. We'll take this slow again, do this right." Clarke finished looking deep into the blonde's eyes. She saw a hint of uncertainty. "That is if you still want me."
Niylah's eyes shot up at Clarke's words, "Of course I still want you, Clarke. It's just.."
"I know, its been several years. Six to be exact. Six. Lonely. Years." She stopped, looking up into Niylah's eyes as she said the last part. Niylah quickly looked away. Clarke's heart broke a little. "I wouldn't of wanted you to wait forever. I understand you have needs, and if you want to continue to pursue whatever it is with this person, than I wont stand in your way. You're happiness is my biggest concern."
Niylah couldn't help the tears that began to fall. "Hey, hey. It's okay. We'll figure this out." Clarke assured her as she pulled her into an embrace, holding her tight. The blonde continued to sob as Clarke held her close, rocking their bodies.
"It's Octavia, Clarke." Niylah finally whispered against her neck.
Clarke went stiff.