I had the weirdest dream last night: it was when they had discovered the bunker before the second Pramfaya, except that Lexa and Anya and Licoln were still alive and Cassie was there too, for some reason, and then a group of Amazons arrived and claimed a place in the bunker. They were very dissmissive of the Grounders, calling them savages, and my dream ended with the Amazons kidnapping Anya and Cassie's five year old son (don't know where he came from).

Anyways, I got rejected from art school so I'm having a really bad day, which is why I'm posting a little early. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Enjoy!

Onya threw her fist in Natshana's direction, and her hand met her shoulder, causing her to lose her balance and crash into the freezing mud.

Kassy, covered in mud, let out a heart-rending scream, rolling in the dirt, clutching her arm. On the edge of the training ground, Tris bit her lip to keep from laughing, Onya rolled her eyes.

"Come on, stop it," she said, crouching down next to Kassy. "I didn't hit that hard."

Abruptly, Natshana grabbed her leg and pulled with all her might, and Onya reflexively threw her fist at random.

"Aw!" Kassy shouted as Onya regained her balance. "Right in the boob! Come on, we said we wouldn't touch the girls!"

"Sorry," Onya muttered. "It's a reflex."

"Dude, if you wanna touch my boob, just say it! It'll be less painful."

Onya rolled her eyes, and Kassy twisted to face Tris, who was watching the scene, her cheeks flushed.

"Shit, I forgot you were here! Oh, man, gotta keep it PG13!"

Onya, who had understood nothing of what she was saying, turned to Tris.

"Why don't you go and see if Gostos can find you a spear?"

Tris immediately jumped to her feet and ran off, under the stunned gaze of Kassy.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"She's twelve," Onya replied, grabbing her hand to pull her to her feet. "Of course she's going to be uncomfortable if you keep flirting with me."

Kassy burst out laughing.

"Flirting with you? Girl, you wish! I'm just messing with you."

"Well, you're supposed to be training, not yelling whatever nonsense you invented."

"Right, right…"

With a mischievous smile, she suddenly threw herself back, pressing her hands to the floor so that she found herself balancing on her hands and feet, her head thrown back.

"Look, I'm a spider!"

And she crawled away weirdly, not seeming to care about the mud she was collecting. Onya rolled her eyes, catching her in a few steps, and she tripped her. Kassy slumped to the ground, a laugh in her voice.

"Come on, get back to work."

Kassy straightened up, trying to dust off her clothes, before getting into a defensive position, her legs apart, in line with her shoulders. Onya nearly rolled her eyes; she still doubted herself, refusing to attack. Taken by an idea, Onya let her arms fall to her sides.

"Wait, do that again."

"What, the spider?"

"Yes, but don't touch the ground. Just…Lower yourself back."

Looking confused, Kassy obeyed, leaning back until she was half bent over. She had already explained to her that it was part of the "dance" of her people. Fine, if she didn't want to fight, then Onya was going to make her dance.

"Do it again, but faster."

Kassy did it again, almost drawing a circle with her shoulders.

"Again."

"What the hell am I doing, Anya?"

"You are dodging. Look, if I do this," she threw her fist in the direction of Natshana's face, "you can dodge."

"Right, okay, but then what? I do the spider and crawl away?"

Onya shrugged.

"You tell me."

She got back into a fighting stance.

"Come on, hit me."

"What? No!"

"What are you afraid of? You have to learn!"

"I will not hit you! You're scary!"

"You sneak into my room when you have nightmares!"

"Still!"

"Come on, Kassy, do it!"

"No!"

"Do. It."

"I said no!"

Onya threw her fist in her face, but Natshana leaned forward, dodging her blow, and Onya's hand met nothing but air. Surprised not to hit anything, she didn't notice Kassy's arm suddenly popping up, and something hit her head hard.

Onya was so stunned that she forgot to scream in pain, took a step back, put her hand to her face, and fell to the ground.

"Oh fuck!" Natshana shouted, shaking her aching hand. "Oh shit that hurts!"

She seemed to realize that Onya had fallen to the ground, as her eyes widened and she threw herself on her knees.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't know what to do! I closed my eyes and I just hit! I didn't know it would hurt you!"

Onya pushed her fingers away from her sore nose and found blood there. That was new.

"Oh non! Oh non non non non non! Merde! Bordel de merde!" Kassy yelled. "Let me see."

She gently grabbed her face, as gently as possible, tilted her chin back, to observe her wounds. Onya was too busy feeling the warmth in her chest to pull away.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry, Anya!"

"I'm... I'm alright."

"Fuck no, you're not! Have you seen yourself?!"

She looked like she was panicking now, biting her lip hard.

Suddenly, she sat up, grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet.

"Come on, come with me."

She pulled her behind her, Onya keeping her hand on her bloody nose. She would have thought of refusing, of freeing herself, but she could only think of Natshana's pale hand in hers.

Kassy lead her to the tower, pulling her into the kitchens. She timidly entered a half-empty room, Onya on her heels. Oksana was washing a dish in a tub of water, and sat up, wiping her hands on her apron.

"What did you do?"

"I'm fine," Onya assured with a grunt.

"With all my respect, Wormana, I wasn't talking to you."

She glared sternly at Natshana, who wiggled uneasily.

"I didn't do it on purpose! I just… I… We need some ice."

Oksana rolled her eyes.

"Of course you do. I'll be right back."

She disappeared behind another door, Natshanagada pushed Onya, making her sit on a stool.

"I'm fine," Onya repeated.

"Fuck no, you're not. There's blood everywhere."

She rummaged through one of the pieces of furniture, found a clean rag, and approached Onya again, who was too stunned to protest. Kassy began to wipe away the blood, on the verge of tears. Onya squinted at the rag rubbing her face, then heard a snort.

"Don't cry."

"I'm sorry," sobbed Natshana. "I really didn't mean to."

"I know. Stop crying!"

"I'm trying!"

"Well, try harder!"

"I am!"

"Will you two stop bickering?" Oksana asked, coming back into the room, a package covered with a tea towel in her hand. "You sound like an old couple."

She held out a packet of ice in their direction, Natshana grabbed it before Onya got there, put it as gently as possible on her face.

"I can do it on my own," Onya protested, trying to take it from her.

"I'm really really sorry," Kassy whispered, her face covered in tears.

Onya rolled her eyes, but it hurt her head.

"Stop it," she ordered, taking the ice pack from her. "I asked you to hit me, and you did."

"You did?" Asked Oksana, who had returned to her dishes.

"Well, I shouldn't have!" Kassy exclaimed.

"If you didn't, I would have punched you!"

"You would?" Oksana asked again.

"Look," Onya continued, ignoring remarks from Oksana who seemed particularly amused, "you did what I asked you. This was good. You did great."

"Are you going to kill me?" Kassy asked, wringing her hands nervously.

Onya frowned. What was she talking about?

"No. Why would I do that?"

Kassy shrugged, wiping her cheeks.

Oksana rolled her eyes, rinsing a ladle.

"Well, if you two love birds are just going to keep bickering, you can leave."

"Why am I friends with you again?" Kassy asked.

Oksana grabbed the ladle and threw water at her, splashing them both.

"Get out of my kitchen!"

Kassy grabbed Onya's hand and pulled her behind her as they ran away, her laughter echoing through the hallways.