Forever Fallen (Catra x OC She-Ra Fanfic)

11. Memories

Harley was knocking feverishly on Scorpia's door after she dashed out of Hordak's Sanctum, gulping thickly and hissing as no one answered.

"Scorpia? It's Harley, I need to talk to you!" Harley called out but the door never opened. It was locked on the inside and the only people who could bypass the door's locking mechanism was Scorpia (for obvious reasons), Hordak and Catra. Not Harley.

The girl let her head drop onto the steel door as she released a dejected sigh.

"Where else could Scorpia be?" She huffed, twirling a finger through the ends of her black ponytail.

Scorpia could be anywhere in The Fright Zone and she knew the winding, labyrinthine hallways way better than Harley did. There was no way the girl could find Scorpia without Scorpia finding her first.

'I'll check the mess hall. Worst case scenario, I find Lonnie, Kyle and Rogelio' she thought, righting herself and marching in the direction of the mess hall, or at least what she thought was the direction of the mess hall.

Harley fiddled with her fingers, gnawing harshly on the flesh around her nails as her mind was tormented by intrusive presumptions. Some were of the Horde, but most were of Catra.

The girl was stuck within this seemingly endless internal conflict of 'I'm attracted to Catra, but she's a bitch. She's hot, but she's a liar. She's hot, but she doesn't want me like I want her'

And so there she was, wandering the halls of The Fright Zone, nervously chewing her nails and blankly gazing at her feet.

Harley glanced over her shoulder, making sure she wasn't being followed by Catra. She didn't really want to deal with the force captain at this moment. She wanted to sort her own stuff out by herself and maybe get some advice from the friends she'd made along the way.

Hordak had promised that when the weapon had launched, he would help Harley get home and now that the weapon is a day from said launch, Harley really wanted to scoot scoot; skrrt skrrt; get the hell outta dodge; leave this sorry town behind; politely depart from Etheria without a second glance.

She missed her average life that didn't have the trials and tribulations of sexy cat women, a giant military organisation called the Horde and a Rebellion that they're fighting against. No more princesses, no more weapons, just her dead-end IT consultant job and her shitty, broken bathroom mirror. That was what Harley wanted.

When Harley turned back around, she shrieked and jerked backwards at the sight of two eyes-- one blue, one yellow-- staring back at her.

"Oh my god!" She gasped, keeling over and hooking her hands on her knees, "Catra?"

"Hey, Princess. I said I'd find you after I spoke to Scorpia, didn't I?" She smirked, her tail swishing behind her.

Catra curled her arms over her chest and popped out her hip and Harley followed the movement before grunting and sighing again. Just the person Harley wanted to see.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Harley hummed, folding her arms too and levelling Catra with a cold, hard stare.

The cat-girl shrugged a shoulder, her smirk never wavering, "I dunno. I cut our chat before short and now I wanna make up for that,"

Catra reached out to rest her hand on Harley's elbow but the girl yanked her arm backwards and Catra narrowed her eyes at her.

"Are you alright?"

"Are you alright?" Harley countered, all jittery and nervous.

"You don't look so great, Princess. Did something happen?" Catra pressed her, narrowing her eyes to slits as she pondered over the girl.