Before the Dawn
Nothing would separate them again, Octavia vowed, looking lovingly at Lincoln as he slept. The war was over, her wounds had healed and his kidnapping by the Mountain Men was now a thing of the past. Propped up on her elbow, she watched his body: tattooed and beautiful.
Outside, Octavia could hear the rustling of life as his people awoke to the crisp air of the coming dawn. They were her people now too. After Octavia had been healed of her poison, she and a small party from Lincoln's tribe had combined forces with Bellamy, Clarke and other Delinquents from the Ark to rescue those trapped on Mount Weather. Her newly-acquired combat skills, coupled with her ability to pull Lincoln back from the abyss of his brainwashed Reaper state, through the force of her love, had earned her the tribe's trust and respect. Though it had been difficult to do, Octavia had made the decision to leave her brother and friends and stay with Lincoln. While this world would always be treacherous, it was now a time of peace; she and Lincoln deserved some peace themselves.
They lay together in a small hut designated for them and she watched him sleep, watched him breathe. He's always taken care of me, she thought leaning in to kiss him on the mouth, now it will be my turn to take care of him.
A shout startled Octavia and she paused to listen. It was the watcher at the gate. The Grounders' guttural language was becoming easier for her to understand, but she still had to concentrate on his words. "A horse!" the watcher shouted. "A horse with no rider approaches." Leaving Lincoln to his dreams, Octavia dressed quickly and eased out of the hut.