The mighty Griffins

[Clarke Griffin]

@abbygriffin

The quarters were spacy, but clearly her mothers. There was medicinal stuff and politics. There was so much that felt unfamiliar to Clarke. While this was once Alpha station, but it’s not their home. It was not the apartment they once lived in, though structurally it was very close. Clarke was grateful to be able to settle on the couch. It was small, perfect for her state. She needed to curl up on it and thus it provided some weird form of comfort for her as she draped the blanket over her body and tried to block out where she was and what was happening around her. 

Clarke stared at the plaster to cover her arm. It still hurt in some way. It was sore, but nod badly. It hurt, but more the memory of how and why she got it. Clarke barely moved all day, partially from exhaustion, partially from fear of what would be decided about their future. It didn’t look good. Finally she saw fruit on her mothers table. She knew Arkadia usually ate them like that, but away Clarke had learned to prepare them a bit. It was a grounder girl who showed her how to mix and prepare them so it would be nice. So she got up, slowly crushing the berries to prepare for her mothers return to her room… or their room. Clarke had been sleeping there since they returned from Polis.

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Abby could remember the last time she spent more than five minutes around her daughter and that was up in the Ark - since coming to earth they hadn't really spent a lot of time together, their stubborn will and personalities clashed over different scenarios and Abby had to come to terms that her daughter was not a helpless child. She also had to come to terms with what she had done while taking the chip and although Clarke had told her that it wasn't her fault, the older Griffin wasn't as quick to forgive herself. Even now she was still feeling guilty and throwing herself into work whenever she could wasn't helping as she knew she should be there for Clarke.

More than she was anyway.

When they had arrived back home - and that term was used loosely - Abby didn't have much time to spare. Being one of the few doctors, she had been called to help look over injuries sustained in the fight in Polis tower. She wasn't worried about those injuries, most would heal in time. She was more worried about the wounds of the mind. Of those who had taken the chip because they wanted to escape whatever hell they were facing. Abby finished up her work for the day, bone tired and world weary. The stress down on earth was far higher than that up in space.

Her main worry was her daughter who was still recovering. Not just from having nightblood in her system but everything else. Though they never spoke in depth, Abby knew about the love between Lexa and Clarke and that the Heda's death had been hard on Clarke. Of course her daughter had to inherit the stubborn genes and was every bit as stubborn as her mother and what did they do when they were hurt? Press onward. Carry on. Fight. After a little breakdown of course but they were only human.

Reaching the door, Abby pushed it open, seeing Clarke not on the couch but doing something. She moved closer to inspect, seeing Clarke crushing berries. "You doing okay?" Abby asked, not because she was worried that Clarke was crushing berries but she wanted her daughter to know she was there for her no matter what. So many close calls, realizing just how much danger they were all in, wishing that things had been so different. Abby knew she had a lot to make up for, and not just when she took the chip. She wasn't always the best mother, she knew that. And that hurt to know she could be pretty bad and a failure as a mom.