Clarke finished her inspection of Murphy's injuries and rolled his shirt back down, collapsing onto her back on the floor in front of him. She had been kneeling, so her knees hurt. He was on the couch, watching her.
Murphy decided to tease her some more. "Aw. You're not going to kiss it better?"
"Go to Hell, Murphy."
"Only if you come with me."
Clarke sat up and scoffed at him. "Don't you have an off button?"
Murphy laughed and leaned forward. "I do, but you'll have to find it if you want me to shut up." He winked and leaned back, expecting her to stomp away or roll her eyes and brush it off.
Instead, after a few seconds of sitting there with her mouth hanging slightly open, she sat on the couch next to him and put her finger on his forehead.
Murphy slowly turned his head toward her. "... Clarke, that's my forehead. What- What are you doing?" He asked, cracking a small smile.
"Finding your off switch." Clarke smirked and tilted her head. "I take it this isn't it."
"Oh, it's not gonna be as easy as that. Tell me this," he shifted so he was facing her and she moved her finger back to her side. "If you created something, and it had a self-destruct button, you wouldn't just put that button out in the open, would you? Because then, if you did, anyone could go ahead and press it."
Clarke nodded, pretending to carefully take in the information. "Alright. Thanks for the hint."
Murphy was amazed. "So... You gonna keep looking? Or do you give up, princess?"
Clarke grinned. "Please."
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Author's Note:
Short again! Sorry! And I didn't have time to proofread because I have to get on the bus soon.
BUT WHAT IS GONNA HAPPEN!?!??!?!??!?! OMG
Probably nothing, tbh. Clarke's a doctor and can probably just suggest body parts until Murphy finally says yes XD
You'll just have to wait and see!
~Anna
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Something Unexpected
DragosteWarning: The 100 Season 2 Spoilers - Clarke Griffin never expected to come across an injured John Murphy when she left camp Jaha behind.