When All We Have Is Peace

Octavia

Octavia scanned the camp from her post, easily picking out the Arkers from her...friends. She didn't know if she could even call them her people anymore, if she considered herself one of them. Before the attack on Mount Weather, Octavia had been a Grounder, but she had chosen Bellamy over her people. Now she belonged nowhere. She was back to where she started; completely out of place. Octavia closed her eyes for a moment, breathing deeply to ground herself. When she opened them again, Octavia squared her shoulders and left her post. There was only two people that could make her feel like she was a part of something, and oddly enough, Clarke was one of them. Sure she was still pissed at Clarke, and for all the right reasons too, but sometimes being around the blonde made Octavia feel better. So she went looking for her. Octavia hadn't seen her since they had freed their people from Mount Weather, which was probably because she was busy in medical, treating all the wounded. She had to hand it to her, Clarke was dead set on keeping her people alive.

"Octavia, what are you doing here?" Raven questioned when she strolled into the med bay.

Octavia leaned against the wall. "Looking for Clarke, I figured she'd be in here." Raven's face fell, spiking Octavia's concern, and she straightened up. "What is it?" She demanded, glancing around for any signs of danger, hand inching toward the sword that hung from her belt.

"You should go find Bellamy, I don't know where Clarke is." Came the older girls response. There was a hint of sadness in her voice that had Octavia's head flying into overdrive as she searched for her brother among the people in the camp. Had something happened to her? Was she hurt...or worse?

"Bellamy!" She shouted, spotting him outside of Miller's tent. The two of them were speaking, heads close together, when Octavia jogged up to them. "Bell, I need to talk to you." 

Her big brother held up a finger, telling her to wait a minute, and he and Miller finished their discussion. Then he turned to look at her, a tired smile on his face. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Where's Clarke?" Octavia demanded, eyes searching his. She watched as they filled with a million different emotions, and heard him let out a short breath. "Is she okay?" 

Bellamy nodded, pressing his lips together firmly before scratching his ear. "Yeah, she's fine."

"Then where is she?" She pressed, not liking how vague he was being with her.

He threw a desperate look towards the sky, then met her gaze. "Clarke left yesterday- and no, she didn't say where she was going or how long it would be before she came back."

Octavia blinked once, twice, three times, trying to make sense of his words. Clarke left. She was gone. Still, it didn't fit right in her mind; Clarke couldn't leave, they needed her. Bellamy needed her- hell, she needed her! Octavia looked at her brother, hoping that he was only joking, but from the helpless look in his dark rimmed eyes, she knew he was being serious. Octavia dipped her head, drawing in a deep breath to try and calm the anger that was beginning to boil her blood. That was the last straw. It was ridiculous, and selfish. How dare she leave when her people needed her! They were all counting on Clarke, they always counted on Clarke! And what did the oh-so-mighty Princess do? She ran and hid! 

Fuming, Octavia whirled around and marched straight for the tent she shared with Lincoln. He was sitting on the cot when she stormed in, snatching her pack from the corner and throwing on her coat. Octavia only paused to plant a swift kiss on Lincolns mouth, then she was stalking out of the tent, out the gate, and into the forest. Clarke was coming back, even if she had to drag her back kicking and screaming.