While reading this chapter remember that I'm a 100% CLEXA SHIPPER… it sounds ominous, I know, but don't worry no one dies is just that for a few paragraphs you might try to lynch me (and Clarke)
After a successful trip to the nearest lake they were getting re
ady to go back when they heard a horn blaring in the distance.
"What the fuck is that?"
"Probably a warning of some kind". Clarke said, trying to downplay her fear.
"I bet it has something to do with that fog". It was Well's who pointed out the rapidly approaching mist.
"I'm not taking that bet. Run!" She felt her insides freeze with dread; they were too far away to make it safely to the dropship.
Finn took them to the underground bunker he had found a few days ago. Clarke felt like kicking herself, she had completely forgotten about it.
Clarke had her head resting on Wells' shoulder as they sat together against one of the walls. Finn was looking for something in the shelves, when he found it he let out a triumphant yell and with a flourish presented them an old bottle.
"Is that booze?" Clarke asked chuckling in amusement; leave it to Finn to find stuff like that. He nodded before sitting down next to them.
"I think the label says bourbon or something like that. All I know is that it's a hell lot better than the moonshine of Agro Station." He drank a bit more before offering some to them.
"No, thanks"
"You sure?"
"Alcohol is poisonous"
"No, it isn't. Live a little junior, a sip is not going to kill you"
Well's clenched his teeth in anger. When Murphy called him Junior it was tolerable, affectionate even, the nickname meant acceptance and some degree of friendship, but somehow Finn made it sound like an insult.
"Wells said no, Finn. Stop bothering him"
"Jeez sorry princess, drinking is a timeless rite of passage for teenagers; I didn't know the privileged ones were such prudes".
"I will take it if that shuts you up"
Clarke drunk whatever was left in the bottle, the low quality alcohol burned her throat and made her eyes water. Still, Finn was right, it was better than the moonshine. She had tried that thing once and it had been once too many.
"Happy?"
"Dammit princess, I didn't know you had it in you to chug the whole bottle like a pro. Consider me impressed"
Wells shook his head in amusement and smile affectionately at her. Defying everyone's expectations was such a Clarke thing to do.
"Should we play truth or dare?"
"What?"
"You know the game where you ask questions and…"
"I know what truth or dare is Finn, I just can't believe you would suggest something that stupid"
Finn sighed dejectedly "Look. I'm sorry, we are trapped with nothing better to do and I thought maybe it would help us make it more bearable"
"No, I'm the one who is sorry. I'm just… I'm worried; well, I'm scared to be honest. I shouldn't have taken it out on you. I'm sorry"
She was terrified, unlike her companions Clarke knew exactly what the acid fog could do, how dangerous it truly was. If even a little found its way inside the bunker they were as good as dead.
"We will be fine princess".
Finn silently opened his arms, she rested her head on his chest and let him envelope her in a strong hug.
Clarke lifted her head, the corners of her lips jumped upward at the sight of Finn's face and her eyes sparkled with delight when their gazes locked onto one another. In that moment it was like all his mistakes, past and present, were suddenly forgotten. She only saw the earnest and sweet face of the boy she once believed to be the love of her life.
The blonde raised her hands and grabbed his head, bringing him closer. Finn let out a delighted squeak and eagerly met her halfway. Their kiss was hungry and full of desperation; teeth clashing and tongues excitedly battling for dominance. Hush moans and whimpers of pleasure reverberated through the filthy bunker.
He idly roamed his hands through her skin, gently squeezing here and there, taking his time to explore her body. It wasn't enough for her, she was too horny and his unnecessary attempts at chivalry were driving her insane. Taking the matter in her own hands she got rid of her blouse and her jeans follow suit just a few seconds later.
Finn delicately kissed her again, starting at her right ear and descending all through her jaw until he found her lips. Another time she might have appreciated his effort but right now she was too focused on her own pleasure to give much thought to what he might want or need. Without wasting more time she straddled him, forcefully unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down a bit.
He let out a little whine at her roughness so Clarke brought him closer for another kiss; she kept one hand entangled in his hair while the other eagerly reached inside his jeans. Her face instantly morphed from elated and aroused to an expression of bewilderment.
Something was wrong, something was terribly wrong. That thing should not have been there. Lexa was a woman; she was simply not anatomically equipped to have an erection. The commander had told her there were toys they could use, she described things Clarke had never even heard about before, apparently grounders were surprisingly inventive in the sex area, but this was no toy; it was the real deal, a fully erected and throbbing one at that.
Her head started to hurt but she redoubled her efforts, there was something, a memory maybe, she could feel it was just out reach. Hopefully it would give her a clue about her situation.
She was with Finn, not Lexa. Wait. Why was she with him in the first place?. The acid fog, they were running, the dropship was too far so they hid in the bunker.
She tried to jog her memory a bit more. There were three of them, not just her and Finn, Well's had come to collect the weed too. Oh Well's, how could she have forgotten him? Had he been there all the time? Had he seen them having sex, well almost having sex?.
Why wasn't she with the Commander?. Why was she wasting her time in this disgusting bunker?. Lexa was all alone in Polis, sleeping by herself in her enormous bed, wrapped in silk sheets and bear fur. Bad Clarke, bad thoughts!.
Heda's toned physique glowing under the moonlight. Dammit Clarke!.
Hard-rock muscles, soft skin and gentle hands. Fuck it Clarke, you have to focus!.
Ok, let's try again. The bunker, Finn and Wells. What else Clarke, what are you missing?. Think.
Something, well someone, snapped her out of her chaotic thoughts.
"Clarke, Clarke. It's the morning, we should go"
"Ughh. What happened?"
Wells confused her mild panic with her usual sleep induced sluggishness; Clarke was never exactly herself upon waking up.
"We, well you and Finn got a little drunk last night. We told a few jokes and funny stories to pass the time"
The black boy noticed that Clarke had crossed her arms defensively and shifted her gaze to avoid looking at them. He put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently to reassure her.
"Nothing embarrassing to worry about, mostly childhood memories; like that one time when we kept distracting my mother and moving the chutes and ladders pieces all over the board so she would play longer with us".
"Oh God, yes! We were so sure we had her fooled".
"And years later she confessed she found the game so dreadfully boring that she let us cheat to make it at least a bit more exciting".
Wells and Clarke shared a laugh while thinking about those days, the gold glorious days, Wells usually called them. A time of innocence and ingenuity, long before the harsh reality of life inside the Ark made itself known; a time when death, regulations and scarcity of resources were still incomprehensible ideas.
Finn shoved his hands in his pockets and pretended to be distracted by a portrait that hung on the wall. He felt like an intruder and wanted to be anywhere else but in that bunker; been forced to listen to the girl he was starting to fall in love with laughing carelessly with another was simply and purely torture. No matter how many times he reminded himself that Wells was no competition, that she didn't like him like that, the cold tendrils of jealousy still gripped his heart viciously.
"Then you guys went to sleep and I kept watch for a while but everything has been silent since last night".
Clarke nodded; she was still confused but no longer worried. "We should leave and try to get back as soon as possible"
"Should we risk it?"
"Perhaps not but we don't really have a choice, Drew needs us"
Clarke walked silently ahead of the boys. She was still apprehensive about last night and her head hurt like hell.
"A bit of help would be nice, you know?"
Wanheda chuckled "This is what I have been reduced to?. Teenage dating advisor by day, spirit of death by night?. What's next, sex guru?
"ha ha, you are a comedian know?. Hilarious. I don't need any help in that area, thank you very much. I just want to understand what the fuck happened in that bunker"
"Funny you use that word… fucking is exactly what got you in trouble in the first place"
"Sometimes you are worst than a teenage boy"
"When you are an immortal being like me you laugh at anything you can otherwise life gets pretty boring and yes, I understand how ironic is for death to talk about being somewhat alive"
Sensing Clarke's misery Wanheda turned serious.
"Look, it's not something to worry about. It has nothing to do with Finn or even Lexa, not really. You just experienced two conflicting time lines merging in one. Your brain can't handle existing in two parallel realities"
"Why now. Why not when we arrived?"
"To that I have no answer. I have never given anyone a second chance, you know?. This is as new for you as it is for me"
Clarke was still apprehensive so Wanheda kept trying to explain "If I had to guess I would say it's because the bunker was important to the old Clarke, you might not care for Finn but he was her first love and that bunker was their place. I dare say it was where their tragic love story truly began"
"Ok, but if this is about Finn and the old Clarke why bring Lexa into the fold? It makes no sense; she has never been there, well at least not with me"
"I think that has more to do with your devotion to her rather than any conflicting memories about the place itself.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Your subconscious associates Lexa with the feelings of lust an arousal and so it took it upon itself to correct what it perceived as a mistake. Make things right, if you will".
The blonde remained silent, biting her lips incessantly and clenching her fist. Wanheda couldn't understand what was she so ashamed of but she tried to placate her.
"Clarke your sole reason for calling for my aid was your love for her. Arkers were being slaughtered; your mother, your friends, hell even your life was as stake yet the only thoughts running through your head were your regrets about your relationship with her"
"Wow, ok, when you put it like that it makes me sound kind of pathetic, you know?". Her previous shame got replaced with a hint of anger. Being a horn-dog was kind of acceptable, even if she had much more important things she should be thinking about, but embodying the damsel in distress cliché was simply out of question.
"No, it doesn't. Love is nothing to be ashamed of Clarke; it just means you have something to fight for"
"You are quite a romantic at heart, you know that?. I mean been the spirit of death and all that, one would think you would be vengeful, cruel even, but you are a softie"
"I would like to think I have a better understanding of love than most; something I can't extinguish, no matter how much I try, deserves to be respected. Don't you think?"
Clarke smiled in understanding, Wanheda was right. Who better than death to understand the value of true love?.
Her voice turned a little sour "Do you think it will happen again?"
"I honestly don't know"
"Clarke, I know is a lot to take in but I have faith in you"
"Thank you"
"Clarke!"
"Oh, sorry I was distracted"
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, don't worry Finn. I'm just worried for Drew"
"Do you really think that he can survive?" He asked Clarke as they walked through the forest, Wells walking a little behind them.
"I already got all the infected skin out, if I can get his fever to come down then he should be fine"
"He is going to be ok; you are one hell of a doctor".
The blonde smiled at Well's encouraging words and, not for the first time, thanked whatever God was out there for bestowing the gift of his friendship upon her.
I know that they ended up in an abandoned car and the bunker scene happened later but I decided to apply some creative license or what I had in mind wouldn't make sense.
If any of you are here for a word-by-word version of the show (but with happy gays obviously) then this is not the story for you. There will be changes; lots of deliberate changes (and mistakes too), so you can either accept that or simply skip this and find something else to keep you entertained.
I have to be honest, after that tragic, cruel, and indignant scene that we will never ever mention by name, I kept watching only for a few episodes more so you can honestly disregard the show completely.