Up in Space

[Clarke Griffin]

Monty Green

It was one good smack at the thing, frustration and fear causing her to do so, that changed it. The tower shook for a moment, the display wobbled for just a second and then it happened. The dish on top of the tower moved. Something fell off, smashing the glass of her suit. Radiation got in. It was less than 10 minutes now. Less than 10 minutes meant she couldn't stop. She couldn't stop to try even consider what the failure of the suit meant.

Clarke ran, hoping it was enough. She ran, stumbled and fell. The time ran out slowly. She was too late! In more than one way. Her face burned. It felt like the flesh was being torn off of it. Her vision blurred as she fought, desperately against passing out, even though she knew, with how she had been sick before, that this was probably it. This was probably her end. And yet she kept on running, clinging to hope, even though logic told her it was for nothing.

She didn't make it in time. It was less than twenty seconds too late that she burst into the lab. Half a minute later that she stumbled towards the stairs. And they were still here! They had boarded, were about to close the door, when Clarke lost her footing and fell down the stairs. It alerted them to her. She didn't know who got her into the rocket. She didn't even see much, the pain blinding her as much as the effects of radiation did. With the leak in her suit, she was running without low oxygen even as she lay against someone. Looking up she realized it was Monty. 

"Dying in space... pretty ... poetic."

[Monty Green]

The time was slowly running out and still they were one short, Clarke was still out there somewhere and if they stayed too long then none of them would survive. But Monty knew that they couldn’t leave without her, she was an important part of their team and above everything else she was their friend. When the time came for them to leave, Monty pleaded for a one more minute, just one to give her a little more time to get back to them. It was a long shot, but it gave her a chance and he couldn’t take that away from her. He knew that if the roles were reversed then Clarke would wait for as long as she could before leaving him behind and he was going to offer her the same chance.

Still the time ticked away and if Monty’s hands would allow him to, he would be clenching them into fists. Anxious just to hear her approaching the rocket, anxious for any sign to show them that she was there, he really didn’t want to be faced with leaving her behind. Not if he could help it. That’s when he heard it, the sound of something slipping down the stairs and he saw someone duck outside the ship. He didn’t see who it was, they were too fast and he had been too preoccupied with listening, his gaze locked firmly on his hands that were resting loosely in his lap, unable to tense or grip at anything without causing him more pain.

The next thing he knew, somebody had hurriedly put her inside as gently as they could manage as they hurried to prepare to take off. They’d ended up laying her next to him, she was leaning against him and he saw that her helmet was broken and the skin on her face was burnt and blistered. Her face looked a lot like his hands did, covered in radiation burns and he could only imagine how much pain she was in. He smiled down at her and he slid a hand down to slip into hers despite how much it hurt to do so “hey” he hushed her as soon as she spoke “you’re not dying” he told her firmly, that just wasn’t an option. She wasn’t allowed to die, he wasn’t going to lose anyone else.

Clarke Griffin

[Clarke Griffin]

Monty was soft, warm and familiar, a friend at every time, a partner in crime, standing with her and Bellamy through the worst times. And she had always taken it for granted, in a way. She was sorry for that now. And even now he was there. He held her hand as the rocket took off. It was only a matter of moments. With the cracks, she would suffocate as soon as the internal oxygen ran out. That meant they could just drain her of blood and work on the nightblood. That might be the best idea. "Monty...go after the...nightblood...solution." At least she hoped it would make the difference for them, even after her death. She looked at him, happy to be here, to have her friend with her in her, what she believed to be her final moments. And her other friends. They were all here. It was a good way to go. 

"I am... glad you're here...I am glad you...will survive...I hope." What if the door didn't open? If her efforts failed after all. Maybe she should have stayed longer, to make sure it opened. But then again there was no way for them to contact her. She tried. Her hardest. "ARS....sucks." She ended it. And she guessed they all had a few effects of it in one way or another. Echo did for sure. And the others... they could have it lightly, they would survive. Their bodies had adapted. She had been exposed in a crucial position, her face, in the worst way. If it wasn't lack of oxygen, it was that her nightblood didn't work and thus she'd die of ARS, a painful, pityful death, though it would hopefully help her friends. She turned her head to almost snuggle into Montys side, a tear slipping out of her eye, running a painful burning line across her burnt face. Maybe this was the universes comeback for what she had done. And she'd accept it. As long as her friends survived.

Monty Green

[Monty Green]

Monty never took his eyes off of Clarke, not once. Part of him feared that if he did then the next time he glanced at her, she would be gone and he would have lost another friend. No, she wasn't dying, he wasn't losing another friend, not when they'd come so far and risked so much.  "We'll work on it together" Monty told her after she told him to go after the nightblood solution. He blinked away tears, telling himself that there was no way for him to wipe them away whilst he was wearing his helmet. It was infuriating, how he could do nothing to help her when she was in so much pain, the pain from his own burns were excruciating and they only affected his hands. She had to deal with the pain when the burns were all over her face. "This isn't the end, Clarke..." he muttered, maybe he was in denial, or maybe he truly believed what he was saying, he wasn't even sure which it was, he just knew that he couldn't give up on her. Not yet.

"You're going to survive this" Monty insisted, he could barely stand to listen to her. He'd said goodbye to too many people, he wasn't going to listen to her say goodbye as well. "Since when does Clarke Griffin give up?" he demanded, trying to keep his tone gentle but he was struggling. He wanted to yell at her, to scream for her to shut up and just stop talking because god damn it, she was going to be okay. "You might be willing to give up on yourself, but I am not giving up on you, I won't!" he told her, not after everything she'd done for him. If it wasn't for Clarke, he'd be dead by now, he wasn't going to watch her die. He'd only just watched Jasper die, he wasn't going to let the same thing happen to Clarke. As she turned into him, Monty bit his lip in an attempt to hold back his tears, he couldn't understand why she was suddenly so content with the idea of giving up, it seemed as though she didn't have any more fight left in her. It was painful for him to see her like that, but still he allowed her to seek comfort in his presence, unable to stay angry at her when she was in such a fragile condition.

Clarke Griffin

[Clarke Griffin]

He was the one to survive, for sure. That was the thing. While there was a high chance she would die, he would survive. And on top of it, there was this very, very slim chance that the Nightblood wasn't faulty and worked and she might recover. But that was a hope she struggled to cling to. But he, he might need the comfort of knowing she was not giving up. And maybe, maybe she needed it, too. Maybe she just needed someone to cling to hope for. "Okay." She said then, softly, her weakness still betraying. "No giving up today.... we...came too far." At least for now. For him. For them. She had to hold on and see them to safety. Maybe she was needed. 

"Can you see it? Earth?" She asked him. She wanted to know what it looked like. Somewhere in the back of her head there was this idea that even in burning,t here might be some beauty to it. "Or the Ark?" Or what was left of it. Maybe there were lights already, some form of indication that she had succeeded in her task. At least she hoped for it. Suddenly Clarke, being not strapped down, for lack of a belt and the fact that she was laying down, she felt light. Her body lifted from the seat, floating in what was now a first moment of them having entered zero-G circumstances. She was weightless, like nothing mattered. Some tears fell, floating in mid-air, just like she did. "No giving up yet..." She reached for Monty, trying to hold herself close to him.


Monty Green