Chapter One: Memory

The first memory Clio could ever remember, was asking her father where her mother was.

She had just come out of class, her last one of the day, and she had run out the door with an excited grin on her face, searching wildly for her favorite person in the whole entire space station: daddy. He was there, of course, like he was every day to escort her back to their living quarters, where he would drop her off and then get back to work.

"Daddy!" she squealed, lopsided dark brown pigtails bouncing as she ran to him. "Look!"

With a rare grin, her father knelt to bring himself to her level, and took ahold of the paper she had been waving in his face. "Well, well. What's this?" he asked.

"It's us, I drawed it all by myself," she told him proudly, pointing to the stick figure in pink with pigtails (which was very clearly her) and another in dark brown, sporting a black cape and- were those horns on his head? "See? You're Batman. Wells says he's the best superhero ever, even though he doesn't have any superpowers. Clarke thinks he's stupid then, but I think that makes him better, don't you? 'Cause he saves people without superpowers. I think having superpowers is cheating. Cheating's bad."

Her father chuckled. "Okay, then what's this over here?" he pointed to a gray blob with four legs over on her pink stick figure's other side.

Clio gasped with delight, clasping her hands under her chin. "That's Fang, he's our new pet," she said, and reached over to stroke the empty space beside her. "He's a gray wolf, we learned about them in class today. Did you know that wolfs have packs? It's like their family, which means we're a pack too, right?"

She must have been around five or so, since he could still easily pick her up and carry her, and she remembered him smiling so softly and genuinely that it hurt her now to think of. "Yeah, we're a pack too. What else did you learn today?" he inquired as he began the trek home, very aware that she could easily talk all day given the chance, and if he didn't move her himself, they'd never get back to their quarters in time.

"Oh! And Mrs. Mendez says that the puppies are born blind and deaf. Isn't that scary?" she asked him seriously, mouth opening in awe as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I'd never want to be deaf. I think I'd rather be blind, cause if I was deaf I'd never hear you when you sing me to sleep again."

He had cringed, glancing around to see who else had heard as he corrected her, "I hum, I don't sing."

This caused Clio to giggle and snort. "Okay, daddy," she told him in a tone that clearly said she was only indulging him.

"Are you being smart with me, Clio?" her father asked, the corner of his mouth quirking up.

She only blinked innocently. "But, daddy, you always said I was the smartest little peanut?"

He looked down at her like he'd never seen her before but couldn't have been prouder anyway. "Alright, kiddo, point to you."

She grinned triumphantly before falling miraculous silent for only a few minutes, clearly considering what she was about to say before she said it. He nudged her gently in his arms as he keyed in the access code to their rooms. "Hey, what's up, peanut?" he asked, setting her down as soon as they were inside.

She twisted her body back and forth, making her dress twirl around her while her gaze fixed to the ceiling. "Daddy," she mused lightly, "Where's mommy?" He very clearly started before stilling, and she watched quietly as his thoughts whirled in his head like a hurricane. She'd never seen him look so alarmed, and she almost regretted asking.

He cleared his throat before she could retract her question and feigned lightness in his movement to the desk she usually did homework on, a lightness he very clearly did not genuinely feel. "Uh, why- why do you ask?"

Shrugging her school bag off her shoulder and joining him she haltingly began, "Wells says his momma always sings him songs when he doesn't feel good, and his dad teachers... teaches him chess. Clarke says her mommy kisses her ouchies and her daddy tells her all about sports and stuff. You do all of it. And you teach me how to punch," she added in amazement. He couldn't help but smile. "So, I kinda just wondered."

Her father sighed heavily, taking her bag and pulling out the folder that held her assignments. "Your mother, Cliona, loved you very much, but she had to go."

"Where? Why?"

He started and stopped, attempting to word his explanation as simply as possible. He didn't want to scare her, but he also didn't think it would do any good to hide the complete truth from her. "She disobeyed the rules, so she was... Banished."

Clio nodded understandingly, but slowly, slipping into the chair before the desk and grabbed her pencil. "Do you think we'll ever see her again?"

"No," he said softly though immediately to prevent any doubt or argument. "Not anytime soon, at least."

His statement caused her to frown, and she posed one more question. "Did you love her?"

Eyes closing with what she now realized was shame, but had previously misunderstood as grief, he said, "Your mother was a very pretty woman."

And that was all he ever had to say about her mother. Clio would try to ask again numerous times over the following years but his answer was always the same: she was very pretty. He never told her what her name was, what rules she disobeyed, or anything about what she was like. After a while, she stopped asking, and it slowly ceased to matter anyway. Cliona's father was her hero, and he was all she ever needed.

At the age of fourteen, Clio found herself standing before him with her wrists trapped behind her back in handcuffs, and recalled that memory with rapidly increasing confusion; and she realized that it really did matter after all.

"What the fuck do you mean you're not my real dad?"

A/N: No okay guys I am so bad at finishing what I start. I have like 4 other stories I haven't updated in like, forever. It's just so hard trying to capture inspiration when I want it you know? But whatever, i always wanted to dip my feet into the 100 fanfiction waters so, oh look, here I am plunging in head first whoopsie daisy

Okay. So. The first three(?) chapters of Legacy are definitely going to be pretty short, but I hope to make them longer after the third chapter. I probably won't keep it a secret from you guys for very long whose kid she actually is, and how she ended up with the Delinquents. but the kids aren't going to know like you will. Is that okay? Actually, it better be, cause it's all addressed in the next two chapters. Also, I want everyone to be aware that this is a Murphy/OC. Just so there's no surprises. There will be no love triangle, I will tell you that know as well. I'm sorry, it's just, I've tried writing them and reading them and I don't like them either way. So there we go.

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-Roe