The 100
By: TracyCook
Disclaimer: I own nothing. These characters belong to the creators of Glee and The Vampire Diaries (Unfortunately).
Warning : Smut, morbidity, and death (not to any of the main characters)
Couple: Quinn/Rachel, Bonnie/Damon, Rebekah/Caroline
Rating: M
The 100
'I Am No Good At Regret, Proud To Be Such A Mess,
I Wear It On Me Like A Scarlet Letter.'
Darkness.
That was all that she could see. She could not feel her body, and for just a minute she contemplated the thought that she could actually be dead. This could be her final thought before she was gone to the world. Her mother had always taught her of the ancient religious beliefs of the Catholics, but this didn't feel like Heaven. This felt like nothing at all.
Nothing, but darkness.
A sudden shake of her body brought her out of her unconscious state and the pain that shot through her shoulder reminded her that she was alive. It took all of her strength to open her eyes and take in the sight before her. The entire shuttle was demolished, she could see blood on the walls from the people who were probably not strapped in tight enough, and the feeling of death surrounded her. It was just a feeling that she got. A feeling of complete and overwhelming dread.
Digging her fingers into the constraints that held her into the seat, she forced them open, pushing them over her arms before falling to the ground. At first her legs were wobbly and she felt heavy. It was almost impossible for her to hold herself up in a standing position because of her years on the Ark.
After a few minutes of relearning how to walk, her hazel eyes landed on something that horrified her.
Bonnie Bennett was trying her hardest to pull the restraints away from her shoulders, but the impact had caused them to slice into her skin and she was bleeding and letting out moans of pain. Tugging at the restraints with all of her might. She stared up at Quinn with eyes filled with need as she said, "Quinn, please help me."
For just a second she hesitated. The woman sitting in front of her had been the reason her father was killed. There was a small part of her that thought she deserved to die for betraying her, but the stronger part of her who still loved Bonnie won out. She and Bonnie had went through everything together. No matter how hard things got for her, she was always there to help pick up the pieces.
"Please?" She whined in pain, noticing her friend's hesitation. She didn't blame her.
"Yeah, one sec." Quinn moved toward her hastily and examined the restraints closely. She could see the problem. They were digging so far into the other woman's skin that they were stuck. "Bonnie." She caught her eyes. "I am going to need you to be very still, okay?"
She gave her a swift nod and then steadied her body. Preparing for the pain she was about to endure.
Tugging her bottom lip between her teeth and furrowing her brow, the blonde started to move her fingers beneath the restraint in order to lift it and move it out from beneath Bonnie's skin. She could see pain written all over her face, and when Quinn tugged on it to pull it out completely, Bonnie couldn't help but hiss and shake. It was the worst pain she had ever felt.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She exclaimed, her blood trickling down her arm and chest.
Quinn repeated the same method with the other restraint and then finally she managed to pull them off of her shoulders. Bonnie allowed herself to fall from the seated position to the floor, but her legs gave out beneath her. Luckily, the blonde was there to catch her before she hit the ground. "The same thing happened to me. It takes a minute to get used to it." She assured, helping her find her stride.
Finally, Bonnie was feeling comfortable walking and then the moment ended. All it took was three words to shatter their fragile friendship. "Thank you, Quinn."
Her jaw tightened and she looked away from the girl that had once been her best friend. She didn't want her to think that this changed anything. She didn't want her dead because she was a decent human being, she didn't want anyone to die. "This doesn't change anything." Her voice was cold and she was now focused on some loud yelling that could be heard on the other side of the shuttle. "What's that?"
She started to run toward the yelling and she realized that the other survivors were all crowded around in front of the shuttle, trying to pry the doors open.
One man in particular seemed to be attempting to take the leader role. His name was Niklaus Mikaelson. He was known around the Ark for being quite demented. He often painted pictures of dead women and he had a sick twisted mind. She had only spoken to him on one instant and he had thoroughly freaked her out.
'I will not be taking orders from him...'
"I hope you all realize just how spectacular it is that we are here on Earth, that we are free from the chains that bound us on the Ark!" He announced with a wide psychotic grin. "No longer will any of them control us! No longer will any of them tell us what we can and cannot do, from now on we make the rules! Behind this door is our new beginning! Behind this door is our world!"
Quinn caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye and her stomach tangled into knots. Across the way was a group of people and they were screaming at the beautiful girl that she had seen earlier. 'The one with the boyfriend.' Her mind nagged, but she ignored it, now was not the time for her petty jealousy.
"You have no right to be alive!" They were screaming.
"You're an abomination!"
"Your existence is a sin!"
"Kill her!"
She didn't understand why they were shouting such hateful things at the poor girl who was cowering behind her boyfriend. She wondered what had got her sent to prison, what had got her in trouble? Why was she such a terrible girl? She didn't look so terrible holding tightly to her petite body and staring up at them with large innocent brown eyes.
The handsome man who apparently cared deeply for the girl was pushing the men back and screaming at them to get the fuck away from her. His hair was messier than it had been earlier, and there was blood smeared across his neck. She couldn't be sure if it was his blood or the other man's blood.
Without thinking, Quinn made her way through the crowd toward the man who was leading the mob attack on the poor girl, and her boyfriend, and she screamed at them. Her frustration was getting the best of her. She couldn't believe that they were fighting over who was a worse criminal right now, when the main objective should be staying alive.
"Just leave the girl alone! This is hardly a priority right now!" Her voice was so raspy that it cracked and squeaked, but she got her point across.
Now that she was close to them she recognized the man who was turning to face her with a smirk on his lips. His name was Kol. He was a troublemaker back on the Ark, but she had never known him to be the type to kill someone. His dark eyes stared straight into hers and her body tensed. She did not like the way that he was looking at her, like he was trying to devour her. "Well, well, well, does blondie want in on the action?"
Everyone in the shuttle was silent and they were all watching her.
She held her ground. "I want you to leave her alone, Kol." Quinn emphasized on his name. "I want you, and everyone else, to realize that there are more important things going on right now! We have no idea what is out there and we shouldn't be attacking each other at a time like this!" She growled.
"Make love not war, is that it?" His smirk stretched and he reached up to swipe a stray blonde strand from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear.
Quinn visibly flinched at the touch. She did not like the way that he was flirting with her, it made her so angry, but she decided to just let it go. If he advanced further then she would do something about it.
"Now, there's a grand idea!" Niklaus stated, as they broke through the door and his followers pushed it open. "Let's listen to the girl. Why should we fight when we are being given such a wonderful opportunity to live a new life!?"
They all turned and stared in wonder as the doors to the shuttle were opened and they could finally breath in the air of the Earth. They could finally see the trees up close and personal, they could feel the dirt beneath their feet, they could smell the rain in the air, it was glorious and they all quickly evacuated the shuttle and started to look around in awe. It was like they had just entered Wonderland, a magical place in one of Quinn's favorite books.
There were trees stretching to the skies, there were flowers that were bright and colorful, and there were clouds that she had once only witnessed from space. 'They look so much fluffier from down here...' She noted.
Hazel eyes landed on something she recognized from the history books she read. It was part of the crown of the statue of liberty. It was barely visible beneath all of the foliage. Trees had grown through the corroded copper, and vines twisted over the surface, but she was certain she was right.
People were already starting to wander off into the forests. They didn't understand just how dangerous this was.
"Wait!" Quinn called to them.
Niklaus turned and walked toward her, "Weren't you the one who was babbling on about how we should figure out what is out here?"
"Yeah, but that was before I knew where we landed."
"And where is that exactly?" His tone was sarcastic and he didn't really look like what she said was going to change his mind. He looked set in whatever plan he had.
"We landed in New York City."
"And?" Niklaus raised his brows at her and smirked.
"And, this is where the nuclear apocalypse was it's worst! So many bombs hit New York City, we can't just walk around in the forests not knowing what is out there! There could be lethal radiation-"
"-I think I'll risk it." He laughed at the blonde and then started to walk away again.
Quinn reached out to grab a hold of his arm against her better judgement. Honestly, she couldn't care less if he wanted to go out into the forest and kill himself, but she wasn't going to allow him to drag so many people to their deaths. He needed to stop and think this through. Niklaus growled out when he felt her tug on his arm and he turned around and backhanded her across the face, causing the woman to stumble.
"I told you that I would risk it." He spat, his British accent thick and terrifying as he stared her in the eyes. "Don't make me put you in your place."
She had her hand to her cheek where he had hit her and she was glaring up at him. She wasn't scared of him. But, before she could retaliate, Bonnie had stepped between the two of them and she was staring up at Niklaus with angry green eyes and a confident demeanor. "Leave her alone, Klaus."
"I'm afraid this isn't the Ark, sweetheart!" He sang, taking a step toward Bonnie. She did not stand down. "The pathetic rules that you and the other privileged made do not apply here. Here we play by my rules. So, shut your mouth or the Chancellor will no longer have a granddaughter, understood?"
"I believe she told you to back off, buddy." Damon said with a playful smirk as he pulled Niklaus by his arms and forced some distance between him and the girls. Bonnie gave him a grateful look, it wasn't often that she was grateful to him, but right now she was. She had no idea what she was going to do next. Damon twisted on his heels and stared the British madman down.
Niklaus was about to say something, but the other man interrupted him. "Look, if you want to run off into the woods like a rabbit looking to be killed, that is none of my concern." Damon grinned. "In fact, I wouldn't mind it all that much." He added. "I believe these lovely ladies were just trying to warn you that it might be a tad bit dangerous out there considering that there was a nuclear apocalypse and all."
His sarcasm was actually refreshing. It brought a little comic-relief to the dark argument.
"And as I told them, I gladly accept the risk."
Damon's face contorted into fake surprise. "Look at that. Problem solved." He took a step toward him and stared deep into his eyes, playful glint in blue, but his words were dead serious. "Scamper away little rabbit."
Niklaus clenched his jaw. He was not one to back down from a fight, but right now he did not want to cause any chaos. He wanted to play the one in charge and he couldn't have others rebelling against him. Turning, he started back toward the group of his followers and they headed out into the forest.
After the argument was settled, Damon turned and gave them a proud grin, which Bonnie promptly rolled her eyes at before walking away from him. His smile turned into a frown and he followed her, "Where are you going, judgy?"
"There are still injured people on that shuttle, Damon." She explained. "And I need to help them."
"I'm sorry to say it, Bon-Bon." He used the nickname that he knew she hated, earning a glare from her. "But, it's all about survival of the fittest. We need to be building a proper shelter, finding food and water. This is just nature's way of weeding out the weak." His words seemed so evil to Bonnie and she couldn't believe how easily he said them.
He thought that they should just leave the people there to die and get on with their lives.
Bonnie was not like that.
She would never be that selfish.
"Fine." She told him. "If you aren't going to help then leave me alone. I'm staying here until I know for sure there are no survivors." With that she started walking toward the shuttle leaving Damon behind. He felt conflicted as he watched her walk away. He felt like he wanted to help her, like he wanted to help the poor people inside, but he had his sister to worry about. He had to get her food, water, and shelter.
"I'm staying too." Rachel stated in a matter-of-fact tone, walking past her brother and following Bonnie onto the shuttle. She was not going to allow anyone to die.
"Rachel!" Damon called out to her, but she did not stop. She was being as stubborn as always.
Bonnie felt the presence of someone walking beside her and she turned to catch the beautiful brown eyes of the other girl. She knew about her. She was the girl who hid beneath the floors and that some people had seen around the Ark. She was the girl who was never supposed to be born, and now she was helping save the people who had shunned her.
She offered Rachel a smile and said, "Thanks."
All she did was nod in response.
Damon tapped his foot impatiently as he watched Bonnie and his sister walk into the shuttle. He didn't want to give into his urges to help, he didn't want to admit that he actually cared about the people trapped on the shuttle. But, he did. And he cared about the safety of the two girls heading back onto the shuttle too. Letting out a groan, he ran to catch up with them.
'I Told You That I'm No Good, You Think I'm Misunderstood.'
He pressed two of his fingers to the neck of one of the survivors he had found. He was praying that this one would still be breathing, that this one would still be alive. Closing his eyes he waited to feel some sense of life beneath his skin, but he found nothing. The man was dead. They were all dead.
"Is he alive?" Bonnie asked with hopefulness in her voice that broke Damon's heart.
"Nope." He told her, standing to his feet and clenching his jaw tight.
"So, that's five people. Five people are already dead and it's just due to the impact of landing." She just couldn't believe it. Her stomach was lurching back and forth as she stared at the pile of dead bodies. She was starting to get that feeling like everything was hopeless. They were all going to die and no one was ever going to come and rescue them. "We're all going to die huh?"
"Don't be silly." Damon grinned at her. "Probably not all of us."
Bonnie was completely disgusted by his humor. It was like he didn't even understand the severity of the situation. "Damon, do you really think that is appropriate to say standing over the dead bodies of people that we knew?"
"You guys." Rachel tried to interrupt their argument as she heard something clanking in the back of the shuttle.
"I think it is quite appropriate." He shot back.
"You guys." This time she spoke louder than before and they both turned to look at her. Her brother's face suddenly filled with concern. "I think I heard something back there." She nodded toward the back of the shuttle with a furrowed brow.
"Hello!" Bonnie shouted out as she started to head toward the other side of the ship. Her hope returning. Maybe someone had survived. Maybe they were trapped like she had been and she would be able to save them. "Is anyone back there!?"
"Yes, we're back here! Please, come help!" A feminine voice echoed off the metal walls of the shuttle. All three of them exchanged looks and then they started to run through the corridor looking for any sign of the survivors who needed help. Eventually, they spotted them and they all stared in horror at what they saw.
It was two of the girls from the Ark. They were always seen together and Damon had often referred to them as 'Team Barbie' because they were both blonde. None of them had any doubts about what they had done to get themselves arrested. They were always breaking into the infirmary and stealing medical marijuana. They were bound to get caught at some point.
The blonde with the curls, Caroline, was strapped into her seat still and Rebekah was trying her hardest to remove the restraints.
Her curls were stained red with blood that was leaking from the back of her head, down her neck. Caroline's chest was exposed in her pink tank top and Bonnie could see the bruises that covered her pale skin. She could have internal bleeding due to the impact. She couldn't tell if she was breathing. It was evident that her restraints had been tight enough to hold her in, but too loose, and her body had slammed around upon landing.
"Is she alive?" Rachel asked, a lump in her throat. She felt sick to her stomach after seeing so many dead bodies. She really wanted this one to be alive.
Rebekah's blue eyes widened in shock, how could she have forgot to check that? All she had been worried about was getting her out of the restraints. "I don't know!" She started to cry. She wasn't one to cry often, but she couldn't lose Caroline. She was her best friend. She was the person that she cared about more than anyone else in the entire world. "I-I-I just, I was trying to get her out, I should have checked."
Damon took control of the situation, knowing that the blonde was too traumatized to actually do much to help.
She would only make things worse if she kept pulling at her.
He moved toward the restrained blonde and he placed two of his fingers to her neck, waiting to feel any sign of life beneath her flesh. Rebekah's eyes were glued on him, and the air in the shuttle was tense. None of them wanted to move. None of them wanted to breathe. Not until they knew if she was alive.
His furrowed brow and frown transformed into a smile and he let out the breath that he hadn't known he was holding. "She's breathing."
Rebekah let out her breath and started to breathe heavily as she reached out and took Caroline's fragile hands in her own. They felt cold and she knew that she was still at risk to die, but for now she was alive. "Thank god." She couldn't stop her tears. They were a mix of relief and terror.
'Heaven Isn't Ready For Us, So Let's Raise Hell,
Let's Raise Hell.'
Quinn watched as Rebekah's fingers delicately traced along the cheek of the unconscious blonde. She touched her with the same soft touch as when Quinn was making art. It was like she was transferring all of her love, all of her emotions, all of her hope, into Caroline and it was a beautiful sight. She had only rarely seen people look at other people the way that the British woman was looking at the other woman and she knew that look. It was love. She loved her.
She looked over at Rachel who was sitting beside her on the large root of the tree that had grown out of the ground. The beautiful woman turned to offer her a small smile and it melted her heart.
Though she didn't know much about the girl aside from some assumptions she had made up in her mind, she felt like she connected with her. Just one look into her eyes caused her entire body to ignite and a blush to cover her cheeks. She chewed on her bottom lip and looked back at the two blondes. Rebekah was now twisting her index finger into the other's curls and watching them bounce back into place. A soft smile on her full lips.
'I wonder if they are just really close friends or if they are more than that...'
Homosexuality was not looked down upon on the Ark, but Quinn didn't have much experience with the topic. She was usually surrounded by the adults and all of them were already married and most of them were straight. Her parents had always raised her to believe that she would marry someone who was privileged like them, a young handsome man, not a woman.
Their ancient religious beliefs conflicted with it.
Often times, Quinn wanted to ask her parents, if there was a God then why would he do something like this to them? Why would he kill everyone? Why would he destroy the planet he created just for them?
Without thinking before speaking, she started to ask, "So, is she your friend or..." Her voice trailed off and her blush intensified as she felt both girls' eyes on her. She hadn't actually meant to ask the question. She had just been thinking about it so much that it sort of slipped out. 'Sweet baby Jesus, please please please let them not know what I meant!'
"Or?" Rebekah asked playfully, with a raise of her brow.
"Nothing." Quinn's voice cracked and she coughed, looking away from prying eyes. "Never mind."
The blonde Brit cast her eyes in Rachel's direction to see that she was glancing between the two of them, she seemed to be enjoying their conversation. 'Perhaps a bit much. I may just have to play cupid with these two... They are absolutely clueless.'
Rachel was intrigued by the question. She was intrigued by the concept of love in general. It was not something that she had ever experienced, not like in the books she had read while living beneath the floors. It was such a foreign concept to her that she didn't even know what it would feel like to be in love. The only person she knew she loved was her brother. Would she be with another woman? She didn't know.
'Though Quinn is very pretty...' She thought, her eyes scanning over the perfect features of the embarrassed blonde sitting beside her.
Quinn could feel Rachel's eyes on her and she was starting to get so embarrassed that it was making her frustrated. She hated when people made her feel this way. Whenever anyone did, she immediately pushed them out. Snapping her head in the brunette's direction she watched as she jumped in shock, "What are you looking at?"
"Sorry, Quinn. I did not mean to stare at you." She looked away feeling as though she had upset the other woman.
That had never been her intention.
Seeing Rachel looking so defeated because of her caused her to feel a twinge of guilt. That wasn't something she ever felt when she snapped at people and pushed them away. For some reason she didn't want to hurt this girl. She seemed so innocent, so sweet, and she was so beautiful. 'She already got snapped at by those guys, now you are doing it. Way to go, Fabray!'
"To answer your question." Rebekah interrupted the obvious sexual tension between the girls, "though it is a rather inappropriate question in my opinion." She added, her fingers still playing in blonde curls. She just wanted Caroline to wake up already. "Caroline and I are just friends. We have been best friends for as long as I can remember."
This shocked Quinn.
She didn't say anything this time, but she could see something more between the two girls. Something that ran deeper then friendship.
Caroline's body abruptly jolted and Rebekah's eyes widened in surprise as she stared down at the girl. She was horrified. The other woman was convulsing and letting out whimpers and she didn't know if she was okay or if she was dying. Just as she was about to start screaming for help, blue eyes fluttered open and stared up at her.
Despite the throbbing pain in her head the only thing that she could think to do was smile, her dimples caving in, as she saw how happy Rebekah was to see her. She looked so relieved.
"Oh thank God you're alright!" The British woman declared, reaching out and helping the girl into a seated position before pulling her body against hers in a tight embrace. She was crying again and she was trying to be gentle, but she just wanted to hold onto her so tight and know that she was really alive.
"Fuck." That was Caroline Forbes' first word on the planet Earth. And it suited her so well. It was perfect and Rebekah and the other girls couldn't help but start laughing as she pulled back a little and stared up into Rebekah's beautiful eyes, muttering in a whiny voice, "My head hurts."
"I know, love." She breathed out, lifting her hand to her cheek and stroking her hair behind her ear.
"I think you were wrong by the way."
"Is that so?" Rebekah smirked and raised a brow at her.
"Yeah. Pot could totally fix this right about now." She started laughing and her laughter was contagious. It was amazing to her how even when she was in so much pain, and she had nearly died, she could still be so positive and bubbly. It was one of the things that she loved most about Caroline. No matter the situation, she could always bring a smile to your face.
Rachel had regained her confidence. She was a very confident woman and she did not allow words to bring her down. All her life she had been made to be an abomination, so Quinn lashing out at her because she was embarrassed or insecure about her sexuality was really no big deal to her. She just needed a moment to get past it.
The petite brunette lent over and she whispered against Quinn's ear, "I have a strong feeling that the two of them will not remain just friends for much longer."
She shivered when she felt heated breath rush against the skin of her ear and her neck, and she couldn't force away the inappropriate thoughts that filled her head. 'I hope we don't remain just friends either...'
'Danger,
You Will Never Make It Out Alive.'
"You think you have everyone fooled, don't you?" Bonnie asked with a smirk as she watched the young woman wake from her unconscious state. She felt like a weight was lifted off of her shoulders now that she knew she would survive. They had been waiting for hours to see if she would pull through. "With this whole, I only care about myself, attitude."
She paused and looked up at Damon. She noticed how messy his hair was and she could not deny the way that her heart jumped at the sight of it tussling in the wind. She had always found him to be an attractive man, but his personality had always put her off.
Damon lent down so that their faces were only an inch apart, blue eyes connected intensely to green and a smirk tugging at the side of his lips. She instantly found herself lost in the depths of his eyes. They were beautiful. Nearly compelling. She felt like she couldn't look away, and maybe deep down inside she didn't want to look away.
Her eyes shot down to his lips when he licked over them and a blush covered her dark skin. Her heart now hammering in her chest. 'God, I cannot be thinking these things about him of all people... He's disgusting! He made a joke today about death!'
"Oh, sweet, Bonnie." He stretched her name playfully. The glance at his lips did not go unnoticed by him. He knew how he affected her.
'You can't keep looking at him, he's getting some kind of sick satisfaction from it.' Bonnie thought to herself, forcing her gaze away from his, only to have him move over to recapture it. Their lips once again only inches apart and their bodies closer than before. "You always see the best in people." He sang.
She lifted her chin confidently and glared into his eyes.
"You think deep down inside, I must care about others." Damon stated pointedly, like he knew for sure that was how she felt. His smirk stretched across his face and he shrugged his shoulders, "But, you're wrong. I care about Rachel and myself, that's all."
"I don't believe you, Damon." Bonnie told him. Her voice just as strong and confident as his. She knew that deep down he was a better person than he let on. He certainly was a terrible person, but he wasn't as terrible as he pretended to be. "I saw how concerned you were about Caroline. I saw the way your eyes lit up when she woke up, and you don't even know her."
He looked up and raised his brows in frustration, "I was only upset because Rachel was, Bonnie." He stretched her name sarcastically.
"Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night."
'I Told You That I'm No Good, You Think I'm Misunderstood.
I'm No Good.'
Author's Note :
Thank you all so much for your positive reviews! They really did encourage me to write the next chapter for y'all! I hope that you enjoy the way that I incorporated all of the characters and how their romances are going! If y'all have any ideas or anything you would like to see then please do tell me and I will try and incorporate it! This chapter I introduced some characters from TVD, Klaus and Kol, how do y'all feel about them? I will be introducing more characters from both shows throughout the fic, but don't get too attached! ;)
What did y'all think about the confrontation between Kol and Damon and Rachel? What about how Kol acted with Quinn? Are y'all happy to see that Caroline is safe and sound (for now :p)?
Gosh, you are all so wonderful and I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!
Thank you so much for reading! I love you all!
-Tracy Cook-
