Title: Fairground(ers)
Author: saragabriel
Genre: Modern day AU - The 100 fanfic
Rating: M - General, Romance, Drama, Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Lexa/Clarke, and basically all the other characters from the show will drop in as well: Octavia, Indra, Anya, Bellamy, Raven etc.
Summary: Competing for customers at an already crowded funfair ground, will these two crews (kru's) get along. Will their leaders or will there be fireworks

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Clarke felt warm and safe, being held in a tender armhold, as she rocked gently from side to side. "This feels nice." she softly spoke to the figure sitting behind her on the horse. A small throaty chuckle and a soft squeeze of the strong arm that was placed gently around her chest were the only reply to her statement.

"is it much further?" the blonde girl asked while pressing herself into the comforting body behind her. Looking up she couldn't make out the face of her dark riding companion as the sun glared from behind them, blurring Clarke's vision.

Before she got her answer though there was s sudden jolt and a tightening of the arm across her chest, almost constraining in its strength . The gentle swaying and rocking gait was gone as the horse now bolted away. Jostling the blonde roughly around, while the strong arm tried its best to hold her seated and safe. Until a final violent jerk pulled Clarke from her dreamscape, as the seatbelt around her chest snared her back into the sun warmed passenger seat of the familiar truck cabin.

Slightly disorientated from her dream and the unexpected crash Clarke quickly looked around trying to get her bearings as she heard the loud sounds of metal and wood shifting in the trailer behind her.
She was all right, something she couldn't say of her longtime friend and colleague Wells. As Clarke's eyes focused and locked with his she saw he'd been hit in the head by some flying debris from the sleeping cabin at the back of the truck. Slowly shifting her glance over towards the driver she saw a sheepishly grinning and somewhat apologetic looking Finn.

" Are you both all right, what happened?" Clarke asked with both a sense of worry and annoyance in her voice. Her hands made fast work unbuckling her seatbelt and finding a clean piece of cloth to press against the bump and gash on the back of Well's head.

"I might have grazed… hit a tree driving up onto the lot, Princess." The dark tousled haired young man grinned at her, as he tried to expertly dodge the oncoming arm punch from Wells.

"Yeah because you were showing off for the townies, you jackass." Wells grumbled. Now holding the cloth, that Clarke had placed there, to the back of his painfully throbbing skull.

"If the Wheel so much as has dent in it Finn, you'll be on roughy duty for the next two months."Clarke threateningly glared at him as she pulled the CB radio mic from the dashboard and called out to the additional trucks following behind them. "Everybody OK back there?" the blonde girl worriedly asked. Two slightly garbled replies quickly came crackling over the radio

"Monty, Truck 2 here. All clear so far just a dinged up fender, but I'll have to check the cargo though." A slightly nervous sounding boy replied first.

"Truck 3, Bellamy. We got some bumped and scratched up folks but otherwise we are good. We are ready drive up further on the lot." The confident sounding young man relayed back to Clarke.

"Good to hear, I'll be back there in a minute." The blonde radioed back before replacing the mic and turning once again to her reckless driver Finn with an expression of disappointment that even unsettled Wells, who was caught in the middle, for a second.

"B.C. Go check the truck and the load, see of its stable enough or needs to be refastened before moving further. If we are good go set up so we can get in the air. No doubt the mender and lay out man will be up in our business about this."

Although before Finn had a chance to unbuckle his seatbelt or for Clarke to open her passenger door they heard, and Clarke saw with a sideways glance in her rearview mirror, the unmistakable enthusiastic Octavia Blake, who'd jumped out from one of the other trucks. Shouting for all the townies and carnies, who'd been standing around after the crash, to hear "We Are Back Bitches!" Eliciting several catcalls and wolf whistles from the onlookers and causing a soft groan to escape Clarke as she shook her head in mock annoyance. So much for a smooth and controlled re-entry into the Polis fairground.

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tbc-ed