Dezzy's back again with another Flarke story! I'm probably obsessed lol. This starts with the beginning of Season 2- SPOILER ALERTS ALL THE WAY. Also, BEWARE THE OCCASIONAL LEMON ;3

I hope you enjoy!


Clarke sat facing the cold, white wall of the room. Everything was so white and clean, it seemed unreal. Where are the others? Bellamy? Finn? she wondered. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the brown-haired boy. She was still confused for her feelings of him- he did tell her that he loved her, before the Grounders attacked their camp. Now, sitting in this hard, unforgiving room, she had more than enough time to dwell on her emotions. Everything seemed fine when they were together, until Raven showed up. She made their simple line into a tangled knotted mess.

The blonde sighed, pulling her knees to her chest. Why have I been alone for so long? she wondered, staring dully at the starry painting on the wall across from her. This place was too clean, to sanitary to be real. And yet, it was. She looked up when two people, covered from head to toe, came into her room. One of them jabbed something into her skin, and she collapsed, her vision swimming as it faded to black.


Clarke blinked a few times, getting used to the bright, fluorescent lights. A couple of rubber-clad people milled around in the room, and she saw syringes and all sorts of terrifying-looking tools. They strapped some sort of IV to her arm, and when she tried to squirm her way out, something held her limbs. Restraints, she thought. Of course. She turned her gaze to the figure standing closest to her. "Don't worry, Clarke. We are just running some final tests on you, and then you'll be free to go," his voice sounded from inside the protection suit. She narrowed her eyes at him. Free? To where? her mind mentally growled. The man looked at his clipboard, reading over the results. "This is...odd," he mumbled, mainly to himself, but the blonde couldn't help but hear him. "What?" she said, wanting to know what was so weird. He turned back to her, the mask covering most of his face. "First off, you are free of radiation. Second, well...," he said, breaking off. "What is it," she snapped, anger flaring in her. "You're pregnant," he muttered, turning to the crew. They all murmured among themselves, but Clarke didn't hear them. Only one word crossed her mind.

Shit.


Yey, Chapter one done! Review please! Chapter two coming up soon!

~~Dezzy