A Sight for Sore Eyes

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When he found out the other kids in the skybox were sent to the ground, Wells was angry. More than angry he was furious. At his father, Clarke’s mother, and anyone else involved in the decision. He had always respected his father’s choices as chancellor even if he occasionally disagreed with them. But this crossed the line. His best friend was on that ship, unprotected with a bunch of strangers, criminals, and sent to her almost certain death. And on top of all that she would have died hating him, which he didn’t think he could survive. Needless to say he was overwhelmed with relief when he learned they were still alive. After reluctantly working passed their issues he along with other survivors on the ark, helped his father figure out a way to get the ark to the ground. The pain of his sacrifice was still deep in his heart.

Getting to the ground was rough, and the descent was anything but smooth. He was bruised and battered, and worst of all he fractured his leg. Wells at least expected to immediately reunite with Clarke and most importantly make sure she was okay. It was almost torture when they couldn’t find her on the dropship, and every day he had to convince himself that she was a fighter and couldn’t possibly be dead. Some of the kids they did find on the ground went out on a mission to find her. He would have joined them, and he tried to. But his leg would have only slowed them down. His faith was eventually rewarded when he heard the commotion from the others that Clarke had made it to the camp. But he wouldn’t get his hopes up. Not until he saw her with his own eyes. Which was exactly what he was going to do.

Grabbing the makeshift crutches by his bed, he set off to medical where he assumed she would be. He watched Abby, Jackson and Byrne leave and immediately moved towards the tent. Could it really be her? Hope bubbled up inside him with every step he took. Poking his head inside, he finally saw her. And it wasn’t just some dream, it was really her. “Clarke?” He said with joyous disbelief in his voice. She looked beaten up half to hell and like she hadn’t slept in years but she was alive. She was really alive. “Is that really you?” He asked taking a step inside and letting out a short laugh of disbelief.

Tag: Clarke Griffin

[Clarke Griffin]

After fleeing the Mountain with Anya, Clarke found herself back with her mother and everyone from the Ark. They survived despite what Mount Weather had said. They were alive. Maybe not all well, but that was it. And six of them, including Finn and Bellamy were even back here, adding to that the people in Mount Weather. Clarke just thought she could maybe close her eyes for a moment after her mother finally put down the cloth with the stinging liquid and left. And then it came very differently. Clarke by now learned what happened with her father. She hadn’t forgotten or forgiven, but she had forgiven Wells. He had done his best to protect her. He deserved a slap to the head for that, but she just wanted to thank him and see him again. Part of her had wondered if he was still alive.

As he hobbled in, Clarke did her best to sit up again. She drew the blanket up a bit, moved it, wanting to get up but feeling too drained to make the effort in that moment. Still she wanted Wells close, so she made room on the bed, so he could sit.

“Who else would come in here, covered in mud?” Clarke questioned. Actually everyone of the 100 would do that by now. Their vanity had been killed by earth and the Grounders. Now they only had their survival instinct and for some of them there was not much left, otherwise they would have tried to leave Mount Weather with her. She still didn’t trust them. They had to get them out. 

“Wells – what happened to your leg?” Great question. She was covered in cuts and bruises and she asks about his leg. But she worried. So much could happen on earth.

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“Who else would come in here, covered in mud?” Wells laughed and rushed in quickly, or at least as quickly as he could with his broken leg. Sitting on the bed he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her for all he was worth. It was the first time he’d seen her in god knows how long and he just needed to make sure she was real. That this wasn’t some cruel dream. “Wells – what happened to your leg?” He reluctantly let her go. Here she was, half dead and beaten up and still asking about his leg. He smiled, it was one of the reasons he loved her. “It’s nothing, just a break. It’ll heal.” He didn’t want to worry her.

“I thought I’d lost you.” It had plagued him since they arrived. “I was so afraid you were…” He couldn’t say it aloud. Breathing a sigh of relief, he smiled. There was no need to bother himself with such thoughts now. Wells took her into his arms once more, just to be sure and then let her go. He finally took a good look at her, noting each cut and bruise. Every one of them sending a sting to his heart. He hated to see her in pain. His hand slowly raised and lightly traced a particularly nasty one on her forehead, not quite touching it. “What did they do to you?” He asked, slight traces of anger in his tone.

[Clarke Griffin]

“How?” Clarke asked. She wanted to reach out, but that would mean letting go of him and there was no way she was about to do that right now. He was here, he was alive and she was so relieved to see that. Her best friend was alive and save with everyone else. Now they just needed to free the other kids from Mount weather. Otherwise they might lose them, she feared. And they needed to get a message to Finn and Bellamy out there. They were looking in the wrong place, wasting their energy and it was dangerous, too. She wanted them save, too. Soon, hopefully.

Clarke all but snuggled into her friend as he pulled her close once more. “I’m alright. I’m alive. As are a lot of the others. They’re in Mount Weather. I … escaped.” It had been dangerous, it was the source of her wounds, but she got out of there and she now knew they had lied to them. Their people were alive, given the Grounders in their cellar, she was rather sure it meant they wanted to keep the kids for some reason. But for which?

“I cut my arm myself. When I tried to escape from quarantine in the Mountain. Cut it again to escape. I jumped from a cliff… fought with a grounder, so really they haven’t done much, all my doing.” Or failing. But it still hurt and she was glad she could get a moment to rest. “The people in Mount Weather – they live. They drain Grounders for their blood.”

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“How?” Wells avoided answering the question, there was no need to cause concern, especially in her current state. “You don’t need to worry about me.” That was his job and it always had been. Wells needed to protect her, which he’d obviously been failing at lately judging by her injuries. But that would all change. He was here now, and nothing would ever hurt her again. Not under his watch. He continued to inspect her, as she explained and breathed a sigh of relief when she mentioned the others being alive. In Mount Weather? And she escaped? Confusion lining his face, Wells let her continue.

When she mentioned her self-inflicted wounds, he felt something akin to guilt, mostly anger at the people who forced her to do it. “I’m so sorry you had to do that Clarke.” He should have been there with her. Helping her, protecting her. Then maybe she wouldn’t be so banged up. She was safe now, that’s all that mattered. The Clarke in front of him now, was different from the Clarke he knew. Wells was only just starting to realise that. The ground had changed her. It made her a fighter; a survivor. “The people in Mount Weather – they live. They drain Grounders for their blood.” They were alive? “That’s impossible.” At least that’s what his father had told him. But now there were grounders, so why not people surviving in the mountain? After letting the shock of the revelation settle in, Wells recoiled slightly in disgust. “Is that what they’re going to do to our people?” If that were true then their days in that mountain were numbered. “We have to get them out.” And soon, if they had any hope of surviving.

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“It’s not impossible.” Clarke whispered softly. There was nothing impossible about this. She looked at Wells for a long moment, before deciding this all would not do. He never betrayed her, he protected her and now more than before, she felt raw and vulnerable. Clarke reached for the pillows and moved to lay her head on his lap, minding his leg naturally, needing to feel close, feel him. After everything that happened, his presence felt surreal yet soothing and Clarke took immediate comfort in the closeness to her best friend, to her childhood, to what normalcy she ever had in her life. 

“They survived. Our people barely made it on the stations as they had barely made it into the Mountain. The Ark has been blind to Earth for so many years. We could have seen what happens. The maps alone, Wells. They are so different. There is rivers that were never on the maps, but we weren’t prepared because the Ark was blind. They sent us down here to die, that’s the bitter truth of it. Ill prepared and expandable, your fathers exact words.” Where was the guy anyway? Really, she didn’t care. She was close to Wells again, nodding at him, fighting her own exhaustion. 

“Yes, we do. They have technology, Wells. I don’t know how to overcome it.” She wasn’t an expert. “We have to get them all out. I fear they will kill them, Wells.”

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Wells adjusted himself accordingly as she moved to lay her head on his lap. He wanted to make sure she was comfortable. Wells absentmindedly combed his fingers lightly through her hair, craving that closeness to her, as she explained how the mountain men could have survived. As she continued, the bitterness in her tone grew. It was understandable, the plan to send the hundred down to the ground had been unfair and cruel. But so was life. And Clarke probably knew that better than anyone he’d ever known. She had suffered so much pain and not just on the ground. He’d switch places with her in a heartbeat if he could.

“Ill prepared and expandable, your fathers exact words.” Wells suddenly stopped running his fingers through her hair at the mention of his father, feeling a dull ache in his chest. Of course seeing as she’d been here for such a short time, she didn’t know about what happened to him. About the sacrifice he made so they could all make it to the ground. Despite everything, he still grieved for the father he lost. Wells internally debated whether or not he should tell her. Not wanting to make her feel guilty or worried about him he decided against it. At least for now. “He was wrong to do that to you. If I had only known Clarke, I would have been right on that ship with you.” And he meant it. He would’ve gone as far as getting arrested if it meant he could keep her safe.

“We have to get them all out. I fear they will kill them, Wells.” He slowly resumed combing his fingers through her hair being careful not get them caught in any knots. He wanted to comfort her. “Try not to worry Clarke,” he whispered softly. “At least not for now.” She needed rest. “We’ll find a way to get them all out, safe and sound. No one’s going to die,” he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “But for now, you need to get some rest.”

[Clarke Griffin]

“I’m glad you weren’t.” Clarke whispered to her friend. The way things were at first, things would have been bad for Wells. They hadn’t been easy for Clarke as she was seen as the kid of one of the council members. It was basically her skills as doctor and others that protected her, but as Bellamy very well assessed at one point: There was more than one murderer in camp and more than one kid who lost their parents through Wells father. The kids had gone to extremes and they were terrified with the grounders around. There was no telling what would have happened with Wells, so she was glad he wasn’t there, that way he didn’t get hurt. “Those kids could have hurt you.”

Clarke almost felt like all of which was behind her didn’t matter, because he was here and close and the way he ran his hands through her hair felt so damn familiar. It was like they had been in the past, just happy, friends on the ark with intact families. It was so far away, Clarke couldn’t even remember what her room smelled like, she remembered what burned flesh smelled like though, not exactly what others wanted to know. Clarke knew she’d never forget that smell, but right now she tried to focus on how Wells smelled. He was right. She should rest. She couldn’t help them if she was about to pass out from pain and exhaustion or if she burst open her arm a third time. But there was something still on her mind: “Will you stay with me?”

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Her concern for his well being touched him. It reminded him of why they were best friends for all these years. Why he loved her. She was probably right though, if he had come down on the dropship there was no telling what the others kids would have done to him. With that in mind, he would have still risked it. To protect her. Then maybe she wouldn’t have been in this mess. Or at least they would have been in this mess together. “As long as they couldn’t hurt you, it would have been worth it.” Any harm that could have befallen him would have been worth it if it kept Clarke safe. Alas there was nothing more to be done. “But I’m here now.” There was no point dwelling on the past.

They were together now, and alive, that’s all that mattered. “Will you stay with me?” At her request Wells couldn’t help but smile at the familiarity of it all. As flashes of secret sleepovers and making up stories in the dark came to mind. “Of course I will.” Whatever she would ask he would do. Readjusting himself and her, he left his crutches leaning on the end of the bed. Kicking off his shoe he stretched across the bed gently laying her head on his outstretched arm. "Are you comfortable?" Wiping a couple hairs out of her face he smiled, ignoring the cuts and bruises, just seeing Clarke. “You’ll be good as new in no time,” he reassured her. “I promise.”

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke sighed almost happily. She moved to snuggle into Wells side, enjoying being so close to her friend again. It was a selfish moment. She needed this. Clarke was hurt. She had to do thinks she didn’t like. She wanted to rest, even if just for now. She didn’t know where the rest of her friends were, but for now Wells was here, her mom was around. Bellamy and his sister were still missing, Finn as well, but right now she could close her eyes, enjoy being around Wells and just sleep, she didn’t know for how long.

Sleep avoided her for now. Maybe she needed to settle down a bit more. Maybe her mind was still racing a lot more. Maybe this needed to settle down more. “I am. Thank you.” She whispered against him. With him holding her once more, how was she not to feel comfortable. It was like years ago, like happier times, like they were both still just student on the Ark, with both parents around to watch them. “I can’t heal anyway.” Clarke whispered. “My friends are in that mountain. They will hurt them. I can’t let that happened.” She didn’t want to let that happen. Even with the grown ups here, she couldn’t just let it happen. She had to do something. She had to help. She had to see them free.

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