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Chapter 4

Finn POV:

" I will get away from you..."

Those words started to get me thinking about all the things that I could do. What could I do? I can't tell anyone because that will just cause so much panic and how would Raven react? I couldn't do that to her, but I also can't let Clarke do any of this on her own.

"Finn?" I hear someone from behind me say. I jump around, losing my train of though to see Octavia.

"Yeah..." I say very bleakly not knowing what to say.

"About Clarke... I overheard you two, and you should know that she's terrified. She's pretty much lost everyone she cares about. Her dad was floated, her mom's on the arc, her best friend is dead, then there's you, and you have Raven. And she has no one. Oh, and I told her mom that she's pregnant, but she doesn't know it's you. So, just remember that."

After that, she leaves. Now I can't help feel utterly guilty. There's no way I can talk to Clarke. She won't even let me get within two feet of her. I could talk to her mom, but that seems like going a bit too far. I decide to just walk around the camp and help where I'm needed.

By the end of the day, Raven has been able to get video feed up to see the people on the arc. After looking at my choices all day, I decide to talk Dr. Griffin in the morning.

First thing I do in the morning is go to the tent where Raven has set up the video feed. I come to see a worker at the video doing some work. Obviously. He looks up and sees me and we pretty much have a blunt conversation.

"Name?"

"Finn Collins."

"Who would you like to talk to?"

"Abigail Griffin."

"Reason for meeting?"

"Um..that's private."

"I'll return shortly with Dr. Griffin."

Now I wait. Like I haven't done enough of that. What would I talk to her about? What would I tell her? I stop thinking about that when Dr. Griffin walks into view.

"I'm Dr. Abigail Griffin. You asked for me?"

"Uh, yeah I'm Finn-"

"Collins. I know. You're the one who used up a months supply of air. What do you want to talk about?"

Wow. She's a smartass just like Clarke.

"Well, you see, it's about Clarke. I think Octavia already told you this but, I-"

"You're the one who got my daughter pregnant? Aren't you?"

I freeze for a moment. Man was she good at finishing sentences for others.

"Yeah. But the thing is she sorta wants to get as far away from me as possible..."

"Well do mind me asking why she wants that and what you happened to do to upset her so much?"

"Well you kind of sent down my girlfriend, and that kind of set some things off."

"Oh. Well I'm sorry for that, but I don't think there's anything I can do to help with that. She's a pregnant teenage girl. All those hormones aren't making things anything easier. You have to talk to her. Or nothing will get better. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend, but please, Finn, protect my daughter and grandchild. I do believe in you."

With that she left. How was I going to talk to her? I started walking out of the tent when I literally walk into Clarke. Was she listening the entire time? Well, I guess we're even considering that's what I did to her, but still.

Before I know it, she stumbles over and her leg falls onto a rock, with which she then screams and I think broke her leg. That can not be good. I run over to her and try to help her but she's barely conscious. Holding her in my arms, I only think of one thing. I'm not doing a very good job at protecting her.

Clarke POV:

Darkness. I fell on the ground, then everything went black. Why I blacked out, I have no idea. All I know is that I'm in the drop ship, again, and I can't feel my leg. I try to move it, but aka burst of pain runs through it. It's probably broken. What the hell happened?

I look around to see Finn sitting against the wall sleeping. Great. He's still here. Although the pain is excruciating, I sit up and try to hobble off. I make it to the door, when suddenly Octavia walks in.

"What the hell Clarke? Are you trying to kill yourself? Your leg is broken, and your pregnant. You can't just go running off. Not in this condition." She says exasperated.

Just when I thought noting could get worse, Finn wakes up. Oh fun. He looks up, and surprised, he looks at Octavia.

"I had no idea she was even awake. I must've dozed off..."

"Forget it. She would've tried to run off even if you were awake." Octavia had a tinge of annoyance in her voice. She looked at me like a child who stole a cookie from a candy jar.

She say me back down and stayed with me the rest of the day. We just talked. About everything. The camp, the ark, Finn, even me... I wasn't comfortable talking about it. I know I ahold really get used to the idea, but I just can't wrap my head around it. Of all the people on the ground, why me?

When everyone went off to sleep, and all was quiet, I fashioned myself some makeshift crutches and pretty much hobbled out of camp. I brought with me a knife, spear, food, and blanket. The only place I could find to hide and stay without dying from anything outside, was the bunker. Although it brought back many bad thoughts, it was the only place I could think of.

I climbed down slowly, the pain in my leg throbbing with each small step. When I reached the bottom, I lit some candles and sat on the small couch. Realizing that I was all alone. I had no one. My father. Dead. My mother. The ark. My best friend. Dead. And the worst part of all, the one I was into, taken. Giving me mixed signals and signs.

I found a pencil in the cushion, and from habit, I started drawing on the wall. I drew whatever was on my mind. The trees, animals, rivers, even the sky. When I finished drawing on the small area around me though, I saw that I drew one thing that I never wanted to see again. Finn. Looking at the way his face just smiled like a half hearted laugh got me in tears. My one true happiness. Taken away.

Laying my head down on the pillow, I just looked at my drawings and dozed off to sleep. With the one idea that everything was perfect. My tiny world of pictures was enough. It was comforting really. To know that my drawings could never go anywhere else. So the last thing I saw before I was out, was Finn. Sweet, daring Finn...