survivors - clarke/octavia
Title: survivors
Prompt: Drabble Cycle 6: Clarke/Octavia - survivors
Requested by: xjadedgrlx
Fandom: The 100
Pairing: Clarke/Octavia
Setting: Canon Divergence - Octavia stays with the camp and is taken by the Mountain Men.
Rating: T
Warnings: Blood mention
Word Count: 250
Clarke opens her eyes to a room so white it practically burns.
She blinks, and whatever it is they were gassed with still burns her nostrils and throat, coking her. She coughs violently, and hopes she won’t vomit.
She proceeds to yank out her IV line, and a soft trickle of blood flows freely down her wrist. She doesn’t know whether to laugh, or cry.
She sprits over to the tiny window, and sees Octavia lying on a stretcher, her hazel eyes tight shut.
Clarke smashes the window almost instantly, and unceremoniously shoves her arm through the broken glass, and unlocks her door. She winces at the pain, and pulls out a sharp shard of glass which will serve as her only weapon.
It’s certainly not ideal, but it’s better than nothing.
She then unlocks Octavia’s door next, and barges into the room. Her feet are loud on the stone floor.
She crouches, leaning close to Octavia’s ear, and whispers, “Octavia, you need to wake up. You have to wake up. Please, wake up.”
Clarke could almost cry with relief when Octavia opens her eyes.
“Clarke…” She mumbles. “Where are we?”
“I don’t know.” Clarke says, honestly. “But we’re gonna get out of here, and find the others, you know why?”
“Why?” Octavia asks, sitting up, staring at Clarke.
“We’re survivors.” Clarke says, and takes Octavia’s hand.
“Survivors. I like that.” Octavia says, entwining their fingers together.
Octavia
Clarke leads Octavia out of the room, and to whatever lies beyond.
Prompt: Drabble Cycle 6: Clarke/Octavia - survivors
Requested by: xjadedgrlx
Fandom: The 100
Pairing: Clarke/Octavia
Setting: Canon Divergence - Octavia stays with the camp and is taken by the Mountain Men.
Rating: T
Warnings: Blood mention
Word Count: 250
Clarke opens her eyes to a room so white it practically burns.
She blinks, and whatever it is they were gassed with still burns her nostrils and throat, coking her. She coughs violently, and hopes she won’t vomit.
She proceeds to yank out her IV line, and a soft trickle of blood flows freely down her wrist. She doesn’t know whether to laugh, or cry.
She sprits over to the tiny window, and sees Octavia lying on a stretcher, her hazel eyes tight shut.
Clarke smashes the window almost instantly, and unceremoniously shoves her arm through the broken glass, and unlocks her door. She winces at the pain, and pulls out a sharp shard of glass which will serve as her only weapon.
It’s certainly not ideal, but it’s better than nothing.
She then unlocks Octavia’s door next, and barges into the room. Her feet are loud on the stone floor.
She crouches, leaning close to Octavia’s ear, and whispers, “Octavia, you need to wake up. You have to wake up. Please, wake up.”
Clarke could almost cry with relief when Octavia opens her eyes.
“Clarke…” She mumbles. “Where are we?”
“I don’t know.” Clarke says, honestly. “But we’re gonna get out of here, and find the others, you know why?”
“Why?” Octavia asks, sitting up, staring at Clarke.
“We’re survivors.” Clarke says, and takes Octavia’s hand.
“Survivors. I like that.” Octavia says, entwining their fingers together.
Octavia
Clarke leads Octavia out of the room, and to whatever lies beyond.