The 100 Drabbles
A collection of scenes that I would otherwise feel the need to incorporate into a larger story. They maybe be chronological for the first few postings, but will not be consistent with keeping to that in later chapters. I'll post where in the Cannon timeline they occur to help place them if it's needed.
The drabbles are not necessarily related, but since they're all coming from me they're like to be in the same universe.
—The 100—
Set sometime between S01E03-04(after Wells' death)
—The 100—
"He loves you, you know. Absolutely. If I were you I wouldn't be so quick to reject that," Clarke said softly to Octavia who was working alongside her, picking catnip which was not very helpful in healing actual injuries but could be used in a tea to sooth upset stomach or to induce sleep, or in the case of the 100 let the teens sleep restfully instead of being haunted by nightmares.
"What do you know about it?" Octavia snapped back, earning a reproving glance from Clarke.
"I know that the rest of us are alone down here. Maybe we've made friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, but all of that... it doesn't really hold up to you and Bellamy. We're all alone here. But not you. He loves you. That will never change. He'd die for you. Kill for you," Clarke said simply. She didn't need to sell it; both girls knew it was true.
"I never asked for that, I told him, I don't want it-" Octavia protested.
"It's not about what you want. He feels it. He needs you. He would do anything to keep you safe. Have you ever wondered if the shoe was on the other foot? What would you keep him safe? What wouldn't you do?
Octavia looked away, her beautiful face marred by a frown. "What about being happy?"
Clarke smiled. "Alive is necessary to be happy, Octavia, unless you believe in some mythological heaven." Octavia's expression had only grown more sour with Clarke's common sense words. "Look, I get it, he can be a real ass; he's rude, and controlling and really annoying. But maybe you could look at why he's being insufferable, see what's driving him instead of just reacting to what he's doing."
"What do you care anyway?" Octavia said, not comfortable with Clarke examining her relationship with her brother.
Clarke shrugged. "I lost Wells before I could tell him how much he meant to me, before I could show him how sorry I was for misjudging him." Her eyes flooded with tears but she blinked them back completely, shoring up her tough resolve to learn from her mistakes with Wells and do better in the future. "Maybe I just don't want you to have to feel that kind of regret."
"You're not saying this for me, you want me to forgive him for him," Octavia said, dismissing Clarke's concern. "I don't know why, he's a total jerk to you most of the time."
"Bellamy is our leader, Octavia. He's worked harder than anyone here to keep us safe and alive," Clarke said without rancor. Bellamy had grabbed power quickly after their arrival on the ground, and while at first it had been self-serving, he'd grown into the role, grown to care about The 100.
"So have you."
"Yeah, so I know. It takes a toll. You could help relieve that on him. Just think about it, Octavia," Clarke suggested gently, moving away to another plant. "I think this one is Hollyhock."
"It's pretty, but what's it good for?" Octavia asked skeptically.
"It's good for coughs, can be used as a poultice for inflammation and swelling, and it's edible."
"OK," Octavia said and obediently started collecting the leaves and flowers.
-The 100-
Clarke's words stuck with Octavia over the next few days as she tried to see things from Bellamy's point of view. She wasn't going to let Bellamy keep her locked up but she could try to make him see she wasn't a kid anymore without declaring war against him.
She also watched her brother and Clarke together, wondering when Clarke had gotten to know Bellamy enough to see past his walls. There was a definite connection between them. The way he looked at the blonde girl made Octavia's heart ache a little. Clarke was clearly important to Bellamy, more than he'd be willing to admit, even to himself, she bet. Octavia knew she should be happy for him, if he ever managed to realize his own feelings, act on them, and convince Clarke that he wasn't a total villain, but she'd never seen him care about anyone else besides Octavia and their mother.
Maybe Clarke and Bellamy would never be more than friendly partners, but there was a chance. Somehow no matter what conflicts they'd had, or what Bellamy had done, Clarke had forgiven him. She trusted him, looked to him in difficult situations. They looked to each other.
Bellamy and Clarke were partners, maybe friends, and Octavia could see how easily they could be something more.
She turned away and went to sit with Jasper and Monty. Clarke had been wrong. She wasn't alone.