We'll Meet Again (Clementine x Fem!reader)

Parasite

"If they're fresh, they're alone. If they're decaying, they're with a group."

1st Person | Present

We pull back with a gasp, Clem still stubbornly gripping the back of my head. She's here, really here.

"Can I look now?" Javi asks, embarrassed after a long moment of silence.

The only distance we really create is 2 inches max, and Clem begins to work on my tied hands as I quietly wince at ache in the back of my neck. That grip of hers will leave a bruise for sure. "Yeah, you can. Sorry, Javi."

Once the baseball player uncovers his eyes, I give a nervous smile before making gestures.

"Javi, this is Clementine. Love, this is Javi."

"Wait, the Clementine?" Javi's eyes practically bulge.

I nod, unable to suppress a laugh. "Yes, the Clementine."

That only seems to increase Clem's grip on my hand. She raises an eyebrow before the zip ties snap. "So you've talked about me?"

At least I'm free, for now. "Why wouldn't I?" I respond, unable to resist the temptation to match her tone.

Her eyes narrow with a visible flush. Gosh, she's so adorable. When did she get prettier? And was that even possible?

She clears her throat before gently rubbing the red marks the ties left on my wrists. "All good things, I hope?"

"Of course."

Her eyes soften before she glances down at my hands, using the tip of her finger to tenderly caress the calluses and scars from my time with the whisperers. "What happened to your hands?"

I'm still trying my best to forget about them. I could never forgive Omid or Carley. "Hard work from my old group."

Clem slowly looks up, her eyes filled with longing. It's adorable. "I missed you, you know? A lot."

"A lot can't even explain half of it."

"Watch that tone."

Rude.

As much I don't want to leave this comforting moment, I pull away. "Where's dad?"

"..."

The enthusiasm I had moments ago slowly began to fade away. Is it that hard to answer a question? Though, gradually, my heart drops when Clem doesn't answer— well, at least, doesn't answer for a while. "Clem?"

Slowly, she shakes her head. But what does that mean? Is he hurt? Is he okay?

"And... Duck? AJ? Christa? Jane?" I ask after a beat, and again, she doesn't answer. "Clem, please."

Clementine takes a deep, yet shaky, breath and meets my eyes with an agonizing look. "Jane and Christa... they're gone."

"What?"

No, that can't be true. I was taken!

I begin to shake my head. It isn't true. "Don't lie to me. Please, don't lie to me."

"I'm not," she painfully denies.

I clench my fists, my nails deeply digging into my palms, yet I can't feel it. Instead, it feels like I can't breathe. My chest scorches like an hot iron branding me. Why? Why did they have to take me? Why me?

Why at all?

Clearly understanding my grief, my girlfriend wraps her arms around me, pulling us in an embrace.