A/N- I looked up how to speak grounder and got the actual translations for this so I will write in grounder when one is speaking, but the English translation will be under it in brackets.
The sound of birds chirping wake me as the morning sun creeps through the trees entrance. The warm rays flutter with the leaves in the trees creating a sense of inviting energy that the forest provides. Soon I notice a soft, slow rhythmic current of air fan over my face causing me to look up.
Ace sits, propped up by the wall of the tree, her hand still tangled in my hair and the other resting on my back with my head on her thigh, still asleep. The events from the night come rushing back to me as I see the dark circles under her eyes from the lack of sleep and extreme stress. If I move, I'll wake her and she will probably worry about what happened last night, so I let her sleep.
You can't avoid it forever. You screwed up and now she's going to pity you more than she already does.
My head says in a scolding voice as I lay unmoving beside Ace.
Shut up.
I say to my brain in my head. If anyone heard what I was thinking, they would have floated me long ago for having conversations and arguments with myself.
Listen to me for once in your bloody life! It's the best advice you'll ever hear!
My brain shouts back, displeased.
What if I don't?
What if you don't listen to me?
It questions.
No, what if I don't hear good advice.
I didn't think thoughts could stutter before now, but with my comment, my brain was at a loss for words, trying to spit out constants in an attempt to make a rebuttal.
I'm tempted to laugh but I would sound insaner than I actually am. Though being able to hear both sides of my conversation with my brain only makes me question my own insanity.
After an hour of doing nothing, I finally decide to move. Slowly, I lift Aces arms off of me before sitting up slowly and subtle.
"Morning."
Obviously not subtle enough. I turn to glance at her as she stretches her legs and arms.
"Morning." I reply before climbing out of the tree. The fire smoulders a few feet away and dew covers everything else as I walk around a bit.
Ace steps out a minute later squinting her eyes at the morning light before grabbing a few logs and tossing them on the fire.
"Want to come to the stream? We need more water." She asks, holding up the empty bucket warped from one of the metal drop-ship seats. She had brought a few things over the past days to help me a bit.
Again, another thing I owed her.
"Sure." I reply, figuring I could clean myself off a bit while I'm there, I feel grimy from sweating and the camp smoke.
We walk in silence side by side to the stream, the only noise coming from our feet crunching on leaves and spritely forest critters running through the trees. My thoughts run ramped about yesterday's events and every possible conversation we could have, each ending badly.
"You okay?"
This sounds like 98% of the conversation starts so far.
"I'm fine."
"Murphy..." She says in a tone that half sounds like a warning, part threat, and part concerned. That narrowed it down to 83%.
"Jet," I say in the same tone, "I said, I'm fine." I reply hoping to end the conversation quickly.
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Bruised Beyond Beauty // John Murphy// The 100
Fanfic"Loving me is the dumbest thing you could possibly do." "Did you just call me stupid Murphy?" Disclaimer I don't own any of the characters from the 100 nor do I own the plot. The only thing I own is my character Ace and some of the plot twists, eve...
