When All We Have Is Peace

Octavia

Octavia listened in both amazement and amusement as Clarke and Bellamy fought- again. Even when they were fighting, there was never any malice behind their words. Their arguments, though loud, always held a caring tone. Bellamy wanted to return to Camp Jaha, Clarke didn't. It was obvious that she wasn't ready to go back, to face her people, yet Bellamy seemed unfazed by it. Octavia could sympathize with him though, none of them had properly showered in a little over a week, or had a decent meal since they left camp; she didn't even know when Clarke ate last. She had been distant and quiet, an unusual thing for Clarke who's presence was always immediate and vocal. Octavia found herself studying the blonde haired girl, noticing how her clothing seemed to hang off of her body, catching on the sharp angles of her now prominent bones. She walked as though she was caving in on herself, and there was a nervous tremor to her right hand that hadn't been there before the war. Octavia wondered if Bellamy could see just how broken the princess really was.

"If you want to go back so bad, then go!" Clarke snapped, shooting a glare at Bellamy.

Bellamy threw up his hands and sighed angrily. "How many times do I have to say it? We aren't going without you!"

"Then I guess you're staying out here."

"We hiked around in the forest for eleven days looking for you!"

Octavia bit back a giggle when Clarke stopped dead in her tracks to jab Bellamy's chest with her index finger. "I didn't ask you to come looking for me! I left to get away from everyone, I didn't want you to follow me!"

"You can't survive out here by yourself...."

Octavia shook her head, rolling her eyes at Lincoln and threading her fingers through his. He smiled and pressed his lips to her temple, giving her hand a comforting squeeze. She sighed and rested her head on his arm, still watching the battle that waged on before them. They loved each other, of that Octavia was sure. She had assumed as much almost right from the start, but ever since Clarke had thrown herself into his arms after their first reunion, Octavia knew for certain. It was in Bellamy's eyes as he stood with his arms crossed while a red faced Clarke shouted at him.

"So why are you the only one fighting with me then? If they're so set on me going back, then how come Octavia isn't yelling at me?" Clarke fired at him. "Why hasn't Lincoln thrown me over his shoulder and just carried me?"

Bellamy chuckled and rubbed his face. "You don't ever listen to Octavia! Jesus Clarke! You're coming home with us."

Clarke glowered at Octavia's older brother for a long time before folding her arms over her chest and tilting her chin up defiantly. "Since I don't take orders from you, I'm gonna need a better reason."

Octavia snorted, turning her head away when the two of them shot her deadly glares; beside her, Lincoln was chuckling under his breath. There was a long silence, and Octavia thought that Bellamy had given in, when she heard him sigh.

"You have to come back with me." He said quietly. "I...I need you."

Octavia watched in shock as Clarke's eyes widened slightly. Everyone seemed to be at a loss for words, and Octavia didn't want to ruin the moment in case the two of them finally decided to confess their feelings. Her eyes flickered back and forth between a stunned looking Clarke and a desperate, nervous looking Bellamy.

"That's not fair." Clarke finally whispered, closing her eyes.

Bellamy let out a breath, that sounded kind of like a laugh and he shrugged. "It's all I've got." 

Not able to contain it any longer, Octavia groaned and tilted her head towards the sky. "Seriously?" She muttered under her breath, causing another chuckle to escape Lincoln's mouth.