Chapter 3- Yeah. We're a Mess.

A/N. Before we start, I have quick question. So, I'm obviously leading up to Clarke and Octavia in a relationship eventually. However, I was wondering if you guys would like some Niytavia (Niyla/Octavia) before the before Clarktavia happens. The upside is that you guys would get some Niytavia. The downside would be that their relationship would have to end eventually. Please answer in the comments! Also heads up, when something is in brackets [ ] that means its describing the person on the other side of the radio. And with italics its what their thinking. Okay thats enough blabbing on my end. Enjoy the chapter!

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It had been two weeks since Octavia and Clarke first talked. Since then they had only had time for two brief conversations. Octavia still hadn't told anyone she had gotten in contact with Clarke. She didn't know why she was hiding it. She told herself it was in worry people would try and leave the bunker when it was still not safe for people without Nightblood. She wasn't sure that was it though.

Octavia slid down into the chair next the radio, with a odd feeling in her gut that she didn't really understand. Was it just longing, to talk to someone who understood? Or worry that Clarke wouldn't pick up?

"Clarke, this Octavia." Silence. "Clarke?" Octavia sighed. She was probably busy. She probably has better things to do than listen to you talk. "Clarke?" No response. Octavia frowned and made to stand up. I'll try again later. She jumped in surprise when a voice came from the radio.

"Hello?" It was girl's voice, young from the sounds of it, and thick with grounder accent. It must be the girl Clarke talked about. Madi.

"Hey. This Octavia Blake. Are you Madi?"

"Sha." The girl had switched back into trideslang. "Klark's told ai hashta yu, Oktavia." (Clarke's told me about you.) Octavia grinned into the radio.

"Is Clarke there? Can I talk to her?" No response. Octavia tried again. "Is Klark Der? Na Ai Chich op her?"

"Sha." Their was a moment of silence. Then the voice on the radio switched.

"Octavia?" The brunette laughed in relief.

"Hey Clarke. How are you?" Their was a moment where all Octavia could hear was panting.

"Exhausted. I've just been sparing with Madi. And like, damn, that girl can fight well." Clarke panted. Octavia sniggered.

"Is Wanhead, the 'bringer of death' getting her ass kicked by a child?"

"Oh, shut up." Clarke's voice was amused though. "I'm teaching her some English though. She doesn't like using it, but she's picked it up faster than she's showing. She's a wild one. Ambitious though." Octavia couldn't help but giggle as she imagined Clarke running around, trying control a child.

"I'm sure your having fun with that." On the other end, Clarke snorted.

"Yeah. She reminds me of someone though."

"Who?" Octavia was oblivious.

"You." [Clarke smiled softly] Octavia was taken aback.

"Really? How?"

"Ambitious. Wild. Learning from a stranger." Lincoln. "She's great in the wild too. And fighting. Even looks like you." On a sadder note Clarke added, "She also hid under the floor. Her entire childhood, she hid in the spot in the floor from the nightblood scouts." Octavia felt her heart go out to the child. She knew the feeling.

"Yeah. I guess she does sound a bit like me." Octavia smiled sadly.

"Oh, and she's all about Peace between tribes. Just like you." Octavia snorted her mind jumping to the fighting pits.

"Yeah. Look how that turned out for me." Octavia voice changed. [Clarke sighed, regretting her words. She know what Octavia was talking about.

"O, stop that. I know what you're thinking thinking. You did everything right. You did what no one dared to to do, and fought for the entire human race. I, on the other hand… I was stupid. I tried to save just our people, and it was terrible. I could never show you how glad I am that I was stopped." Octavia agreed that what Clarke had done was wrong, but after becoming a leader, she understood the blonde girl's actions.

"Hey, remember what you said princess, being a leader is about making the hard decisions. And not everybody is going to agree or listen to you."

"Yeah, only I wish I had listened to You." [Clarke's eyes filled with tears] "There are so many times I should have listened to you. But I didn't."

"No, Clarke, I should have listen you sometimes. I was all about running around, fighting wars, and then telling people they should have done better. Should have made peace. Maybe I don't agree with all the things you did, but I don't agree with all the things I did either. You did the best you could. You were the only one who stepped forward and told people, with a reasonable voice, what to do." There was moment of silence, where both girls contemplated Octavia's words. [Clarke wiped tears from her face]

"Thank you, O. You know, for understanding."

"You did the same think for me. It's no problem. I really do understand now." Octavia felt her voice crack, and Clarke let out a strangled sob.

"When did we become, big, crying, heartfelt messes?" Clarke joked through her tears. Octavia snorted.

When I gained a understanding friend. But Octavia kept that thought to herself. "Yeah. We're mess." Their was a few moments of silence. Octavia broke it. "I should really get going though. Wouldn't want anyone to get suspicious." She made to stand up, but was stopped.

"Wait, O. We need to talk about that. When are you going to tell people? I assume you haven't, cause I haven't talked to my Mom yet." Clarke's words froze Octavia. She was filled with a sudden rush of guilt. Oh, shit. Shiiiiit. Here I was, greedily enjoying having friend, and meanwhile Clarke probably wants to talk to her mom.

"Shit. Clarke, I'm so freaking sorry. I completely forgot that you would want to talk to your mom. I'm a freaking idiot."

"No, it's okay O. Seriously. I understand." Octavia felt a small sense of relief. "But, I would like to talk to my mom. At least let her know I'm okay."

"Of course. Of course you can. And again, I'm so sorry." Octavia couldn't loose her new found friend. I would break her. And she felt terrible for not thinking of her.

"It's okay. And you don't have to tell anyone else. Just my mom. No one else." [Clarke didn't really know why she didn't want anyone one else to know yet. Maybe It was because she might have to talk to the council. Might have to have the responsibility of making decisions again. And she had to admit, she was scared. She wasn't ready for that again.]

"Okay. I'll bring Abby tomorrow. Same time. That okay with you?"

"Yeah, that works. Thank you Octavia."

"No problem. It was my fault in the first place. I won't tell anyone else though, for now."

"Fine by me. You should probably go now. So no one gets suspicious. I was great talking to you again."

"Yeah, you too. I don't kn-" I don't know what I would do with out you. Was I really gonna say that? "I'm glad we can talk." Octavia corrected herself.

"Me too. Talk to you tomorrow. Good luck with my mom."

"Thanks. Bye!" Octavia let go of the speaker, and sighed. Time to go face the world again. At least the bunker. She got up and left the room, still thinking about Clarke.

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A/N. Thanks for reading! What do you think? Oh, and what do you think about the possible Niytavia thing I mention at the top? Please feel free to leave your answer or any suggestions in the comments.