whatever the hell we want || j. jordan

~ chapter 3.10 ~

I woke up in some sort of cell with metal walls.

Octavia's voice rang through my ears. "My sword's gone."

"Guns, too."

Octavia started banging on the walls, causing a clanging sound. One of the walls opened, filling the cell with bright light. Someone walked in, a dark shadow in front of the sunlight. Luna.

"Where's Lincoln?" Were her first words to us.

Octavia swallowed and said, "Lincoln is dead."

After a moment of silence, Clarke stepped forward. "Lincoln said that you would help us. Luna, you're the last of your kind. The last Nightblood."

"So Lexa is dead as well," Luna whispered.

"Her spirit has chosen you to become the next Commander," Clarke said. "Titus entrusted me with the Flame to give to you."

"Then he should have told you that I left my conclave, swearing to never kill again."

"To lead is your birthright," Clarke said. "How you lead is your choice. Here." She approached Luna with the Flame in her palm.

Luna reached out. "I recognize the sacred symbol, but what is that?"

"This is the Flame. It holds the spirits of the Commanders, of Lexa. Will you take it and become the next Commander?"

Luna stood silently, looking around at us. After too long of a pause, she simply said, "No."

I sighed.

"Hey, wait!" Clarke called after her, rushing out.

We stopped. We were surrounded by water. Like an island, but made of metal.

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"Everywhere I looked, there were fins. And teeth. And blood," A girl was telling some sort of story. I was mostly tuning her out, trying to figure out our next move. "I knew if they saw me, I'd be next. So I just floated there, waiting. Praying they'd swim on. But they didn't."

The door opened, and Luna walked in. "She's here," Bellamy stood. "Maybe she changed her mind." He and Clarke stood to greet her. I stayed back. I hadn't really slept in a while, so I was nodding off and on, head falling onto Jasper's shoulder. Except I was still mad at him. Kind of.

Luna approached the three of us, turning to Octavia. "We need to talk." She looked over at me and Jasper. We got up and left to give them space. We went to listen to the girl's story.

"...Rising up from the deep came something massive..." She said. I turned away to examine the room. It was full of rope and had some of what I assumed to be buoys, though I didn't know much about boats. People were sitting on benches and barrels and stools. I stayed leaning on Jasper, less sleepy but definitely comfortable.

He put his arm around me, lazily stroking my brown hair. It was pretty surprising, considering how dirty it was. Everyone started clapping for the girl's story, so we joined in. We found a bench to sit on and got some water. I felt like he was finally getting better. Getting sober, maybe. At least he could stand to be around me again.

The girl who told the shark story came around to refill everyone's cups with water.

"Thanks," I smiled at her. She started to walk away, but Jasper stopped her.

"Did that shark story really happened to you?" He smiled up at her.

He's being nice, I said to myself. He has his arm around me. He is being nice to her, nothing more.