Title: Fault
Characters: Clementine, Omid, Christa
Summary: Clementine blames herself for the deaths of Ben, Kenny and Lee, and Omid and Christa are the only people left to convince her of otherwise.
Author's Note: I really love the Christa and Omid parent vibe I got here it made my heart happy.
Requested By: Anonymous
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When they found her, she was in shambles.
They had approached, seeing a small figure in the distance slumped against a nearby tree. Many would take the opportunity to pick up the pace and get away. But for them, it was the hat.
The hat gave it away.
They approached, feet flying through the field of golden grass before halting at a child. Curled up on the floor. Grass tickling the sides of her petite frame. Hands covering the outpour of her eyes.
Clementine.
Omid instantly kneeled down in front of her, placing a hand upon her shoulder and allowing her to swat it away in uncertainty. It wasn't until she glanced up, teary eyes brushing past the edge of her baseball cap, that she broke down. Weakly, allowing herself to fall forwards into her friend.
Omid silently cradled her head in his hands, brushing her hair and shushing delicately into her ear. He looked up, allowing his chin to loom over the tip of her hat, and stared into the eyes of his lady.
Christa's brow was furrowed as she watched the child before her quiver in despair. In the release of every emotion that clung desperately to her heart and soul. It all poured out at once; a raging waterfall.
"Hey, shh, it's okay, Clem." Hearing Omid's words enter the air sent a dagger through Christa's chest, her eyes fixating, her orbs and heart shattering.
Lee was dead.
She knew instantly in the moment Clementine desperately clung to the fabric on Omid's jacket. The way she so begged to be held. To be assured. By the way she say alone. Crying.
But she knew even more when Clementine spoke.
"Everyone is dead because of me." Her voice aching, her speech box wailing against each word that escaped her lips.
"Hey, hey, that's not true." Omid breathed, turning to his love once more before back down at the fragile child in his arms.
"It's all my fault." Almost instantly, she retorted. "Kenny, and Ben, and Lee." Her voice louder, more desperate now. More agonizing in the way self-loathing dripped off each word.
Omid swiftly gathered her in his arms, lifting her. Cradling her. Holding her. One of his arms placed itself under her, hoisting her closer, keeping her balanced. His other wrapped around her back, pulling her in with a sense of protection.
Then, they began.
As they went Omid gently patted her back, tugging the girl wracking herself with sobs in closer whenever her cries grew.
"Shh, it's okay Clementine. It's not your fault. It's okay."
As time passed, as they continued to trek through the golden field, Omid could hear her sobs weaken and could feel the dampness against his shoulder dry. Instead, the cries and pleads were replaced by the gentle rise and fall of her chest.
Omid gave a weak smile, adjusting the child onto his back in piggy-back fashion, allowing her tired head to flop down into his neck.
"What do we do with her?" Christa asked softly, rubbing her arm sheepishly as she studied the two.
"Keep her with us." Omid replied, almost the instant she stopped talking. "We don't have a choice. We aren't leaving her."
"Then what do we do about," Christa paused, her voice breaking in hesitation on her tongue. "Her state?"
Omid raised an eyebrow. "You mean,"
He didn't need to say a word. Christa still nodded. Clementine's mental health wasn't at its finest, that was clear. The guilt was gnawing at her mind; corroding her. If they didn't attend to her now, her stability would only worsen.
"First, we need to find a place to sit down." Omid claimed, squinting forwards allowing the sunset leaping into eyes with a faint glimmer of hope.
Luckily, that's exactly what they found.
The sun was kissing the horizon, dauntingly close to saying farewell and vanishing for the night to come. Just as the sunlight had almost completely disintegrated, the three stumbled upon an old gas station. Empty, abandoned, and yet only in their world would it be seen as a safe haven.
They wandered inside and, ironically, the darkening sky seemed to tug at the child's eyelids, finally allowing them to open.
"Where are we?"
"Somewhere safe." Omid breathed in response, keeping his voice calm and soft. She was so frazzled earlier he didn't want to risk starting it up again. If they were calm and safe, then she could be too.
"We're going to stay here for the night. Get some well deserved rest." Christa turned from where she had been staring out of a nearby window, allowing the blinds to click closed behind her as her eyes flickered over to the two.
Clementine's head gazed intently down to the floor. Omid stared at her, heartbreak written all over his face.
She needed to act. So, she took a deep breath and went for it.
"Clementine, none of was your fault."
Clem looked up slowly, maybe it was her muscles limp in sorrow. Or, maybe it was the terror of what lingered above her cap. Omid stared at his love dauntingly, silently warning her with his piercing gaze.
"You didn't kill anyone. If anything, you saved them."
There was silence that surrounded them; a thick blanket trapping in the tense heat their souls erupted from them.
Clementine's head lowered. "I didn't do that."
"You did." Christa pushed, arms crossed. Tonight, she wasn't backing down. Hell, she rarely ever did. But tonight, a child's sanity was on the line. That battle, above all, she refused to lose. "Those people, they were all at a place where they thought their lives were over. The world was going to be nothing but darkness and," She stopped herself, a curse dancing on the edge of her tongue. "Crap."
Clementine looked up, tracing the outline of Christa with misty eyes.
"But then you came along, and you gave them a reason to smile. A reason to fight. A reason to keep going." She gave a faint smile, arms crossing in content. "You saved them, Clem. The world is what took them. Not you."
Clementine whimpered, sitting on the ground in awed silence. Her gaze was so locked onto Christa she couldn't see Omid start to reach out to embrace her when she stood and made her way forwards. Her arms wrapping around Christa's legs, squeezing them tightly, pushing every emotion she had into her loving embrace.
Christa smiled, a hand brushing against the back of Clem's hat and patting it lovingly, hushing her tears as they began to surface and ripple onto her cheeks.
Omid smiled sweetly, arms crossed as he sat on the floor, admiring the scene before him. After a moment of sweet adoration, he too stood and met in the centre of the floor. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he lovingly placed a single kiss lovingly against Christa's temple, then swiftly lifted the whimpering child into his arms and clutched her tightly to his chest, holding her close and squeezing her with all the adoration left in his body.
"It's not my fault." She breathed.
"It never was." They hushed.
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