Skyfall ☾Flarke AU [SLOW UPDATES]

12; even if it kills me

Sunday, 10:52 PM

Clarke opened the passenger door for Finn, motioning him to come in. His brows furrowed for a while, not understanding why he would have to sit there.

"Come on, Finn. You're not James Bond, you're injured so I'm going to drive." She told him, tilting her head.

Finn scoffed before wincing, pressing the clothe a bit tighter against his wound. "Alright," he replied before glancing at her. "But, do you know how to drive?"

"Finn, just get in the car." She told him with a small sigh, noticing the winces washing over his face whenever he would move his arm a little bit. That's when she realized they had to hurry back home before it would be too late for Monty, or even Finn.

As soon as he got in the car, Clarke hopped in the driver seat, her hand reaching down for the keys, but her fingers closed around nothing. Her brows furrowed as she glanced at Finn, assuming that he probably had them with him. "Can I have the keys?"

Finn slowly shoved the hand from his injured arm in the pocked of his jacket, before feeling his heart skip a beat. He quickly moved his other hand in the other pocket, only to find it empty as well. His brows frowned even more as he tried to remember where he had put his keys when they got here, and he could swear he had put them in his pockets, but now, they weren't there anymore. And he was very aware that without keys, his car could never have worked. "I... I think we have a problem..."

Sunday, 11:05 PM

"Okay, so you've lost your keys, are you sure you've checked everywhere?" Clarke asked, trying to remain calm. Her fingers unconsciously clutched the strap of the leather bag in which contained the vials.

The boy nodded before glancing down to his laps, realizing that the keys had probably fallen off his pocket when the dog had attacked him, meaning that his keys were probably still somewhere in the lab. He swallowed thickly, shivering at the thought of stepping back into the place that smelt death all around. "They probably fell from my pocket..." This time, he looked at her. "S-stay here, I'll go find them."

"What?! No! Finn, none of us are going to go back in there!" She exclaimed as she gripped his arm tightly, fearing that he would go anyway.

"But Clarke, we'll be stuck here if I don't go find them!"

"Look, there's probably another way, alright? In other conditions, I would have suggested that we walk back home; it would only take half an hour. But... We don't know how many dogs there are out there, plus you're injured, so I wouldn't risk it." Clarke explained, slowly letting go of his arm when she made sure to have convinced him. "We could always look around the parking lot and see if there's any functioning car left." She suggested.

Finn scoffed, shaking his head softly. "The only cars that aren't destroyed or in flames yet are out there," Finn started, pointing over to a row of well parked cars, which were quite far from them, and away from the single source of light that was fire. "And we don't have the keys."

Clarke looked down as she crossed her arms, sighing softly. She knew it wasn't Finn's fault, but earlier, she had let herself think that soon they would get far away from this place, and now here they were, trying to find a plan B. Plus, she knew the more time they would spend here doing nothing, the more time they were wasting, and time was more than precious in their situation. Monty's life was involved, and now it wasn't only Monty. They may have had the antidote somewhere in the tons of flask, but if by the time they got home the boy would pass away, they would never know which one is the antidote, and Finn would die as well.

"We could always walk back to my dad's pawn shop, it's by far a 5 minutes walk..." Finn decided to suggest, knowing it was probably their best choice for now.