it's been awhile

[eva]

Abby woke up in pain. It wasn't the same as usual, not like the pain she had desperately tried to fix with the pills for too long. It went deeper in her bones, deeper in her soul. Her body was sore and battered from the violent rapid-detox Clarke had put her through, yes, but it wasn't what hurt the most. The Dark Year was something that no one in the bunker ever spoke about anymore. They had survived it, in spite of everything they were forced to do. It had broken them all but she believed it had made Wonkru stronger, in the end. Too strong, perhaps, to see that destroying each other shouldn't be the way to go anymore. This wasn't Abby's fight for the moment however, preoccupied with her own thoughts, her own guilt. She had forced them all into cannibalism, the Dark Year was her fault and knowing that all these people were still alive because of it should be enough to ease that guilt, but it wasn't. She was laying on the stretcher in the middle of the gas station, electrodes still on her chest to monitor her vitals. The steady beeping of the machine right by her head indicated her pulse had returned to a regular and normal level. In the distance, Clarke was sitting down, watching over Madi. So much had happened in the past six years, so many things had changed. Abby would have smiled at the sight if it wasn't for yet another kind of guilt still gnawing at her. She had been unfair to her daughter, calling her out on all the awful things she had been forced to do in the past - it might have been the drugs talking, it was still Abby that had said all those terrible things. "Clarke," she called out weakly, voice hoarse and tired. She knew she should be resting and let her body heal, but they had so much to talk about.

TAGS: Clarke Griffin NOTES: Mother/daughter bonding after 6 years

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[Clarke Griffin]

For a moment everything was quiet. For a moment the world could rest. Her mother was getting better or well still fighting and she could become better, was that not all that mattered? Right now things looked rather dark and horrible, so every small victory mattered to Clarke. For a long time she had hoped that in those six years life would become better when all he friends came down or would come back out. But things had changed so much and there was a factor she had not been able to take into consideration because how could she have known this would happen? She couldn't have. At least she could save her mother. And Madi. What else would happen was probably out of her hands by now. Not that she wanted much of a choice by now. The others had made their and she would begin to accept theirs.

As she heard her mother she stopped with what she did. She had been running her hand through Madis hair, in part to comfort her, but also to comfort herself. Now she walked over to her mother. She reached for her hand and gave her a gentle smile. After everything she was bound to not feel good. "How are you feeling, Mom?" She asked in a gentle voice, one she rediscovered when she kind of became a mom herself. "You should drink something." She knew that her mom was probably in pain, but she also knew that hydration was very important. So she reached for the water to offer it to her mother, already prepared to argue against her not drinking.

[eva]

Abby smiled faintly when Clarke started moving towards her. She hadn't wanted to get her away from Madi but her presence was making the older Griffin woman feel a lot better. Having her daughter around again was wonderful. For six years stuck in the bunker, she hadn't known if Clarke was doing well, or even if she was alive. It so turned out that she had found a family and had lived a wonderful life, until just recently. It was striking how different she was, in the best possible way. If Clarke had always been mature and had been forced to grow up quickly after Jake was floated, Abby could now tell that she was a woman, a mother, even. She was so proud of her for everything she had gone through and achieved. I her eyes, she was undoubtedly the stronger of them. As she got closer and reached out for her hand, Abby held onto her, slender fingers closing around hers tightly - or as tight as she could in her current weak state. She forced a smile on her lips and nodded slowly. "I'm fine." It was a lie, she was far from it, her entire body aching, her head screaming and pounding. But she would be, and having her by her side helped a lot already. When she proposed for her to drink, Abby let out a long breath, her eyes closing for a moment and, again, she nodded once. She felt so weak, knowing sleeping would be for the best right now but there seemed to be so much for them both to catch up on. Her free hand reached up to grab the water she was handed and she slowly brought it to her lips, shaking slightly from the still fresh withdrawal. She thanked her and handed her the rest of the water. Hand moving up to touch her daughter's face, she brushed her fingers against her skin lightly. "You're so beautiful, so strong. I'm so proud of you."

TAGS: Clarke Griffin NOTES: Mother/daughter bonding after 6 years

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