The 100 Imagines

Attached - L i n c o l n

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All you could feel was pain. Burning, overwhelming pain spreading through your body like a disease.

You should have known better than to go into the forest alone, you only wanted some time to yourself, far from the constant buzzing of the camp.

It was a bad idea and you knew it, you didn't even walk a mile before arrows came flying, digging into your flesh and all you could do was curl up on the ground and wait for it to stop.

You opened your eyes, surprised to still me alive. How was it possible? The last thing you remembered was being surrounded by grounders. You scanned your surroundings, trying to distract yourself from the pain.

The room seemed to be underground. It was almost empty but you could see a pile of provisions, a dozen arrows and some sort of animal skin on the floor.

You barely had time to register all this before the trap door in the ceiling opened and someone climbed down the ladder.

You recognized the grounders' traditional clothes and face paint and tried to crawl away from the man. "Who are you? What am I doing here?"

He approached you slowly, careful not to startle you. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"You're a grounder." You snarled. "You've been trying to kill us ever since we landed. I'm not stupid.

"My people have their reasons. It doesn't necessarily means I agree with them." He spoke calmly.

You thought for a second. "Why should I trust you?"

This was the first time you ever saw a grounder smile. "Because I'm the reason you're still alive."

The trap door opened and you looked up from the arrow you were sharpening, a smile brightening your features. "Hey Lincoln."

The man smiles back, setting down the provisions on the ground. "How are you feeling?"

"Better, I can walk perfectly well now. I've been walking around the room all morning to make sure I could last all the way back to camp." You responded, a tint of excitement in your voice.

Lincoln's heart sank at you words. He knew you'd have to go eventually, get back to your people and live your life, but he wasn't expecting you to be this happy to leave.

As much as he hated to admit it, he had grown attached to you during the month he spent taking care of you, and the thought of going back to his old, lonely life seemed like a terrible prospect.

You quickly noticed his hurt expression and mentally slapped yourself for sounding so excited.

"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. I do want to see my friends again but...that doesn't mean I'm going to abandon you."

He shook his head. "You might be saying this now but one you've gone back you'll forget me. You have to, it's for the best."
You stood up and moved closer to him, putting your hand on his arm in a comforting gesture.

"Lincoln, there is no way I'm going to forget you. You saved my life, you took care of me when everything went wrong. I promise I'll keep coming here as often as I can."

He stared at you in awe. "But your people..."

"I don't care what they think. I care about you, and if you can still stand me after this, we'll make it work." You stated.
A real smile finally showed on his face as he leaned down to press a soft kiss on your lips. "Thank you."