Skyfall ☾Flarke AU [SLOW UPDATES]

22; i don't want the world to see me

" And I don't want the world to see me,
'cause I don't think that they'd understand... "

Monday, 11:10 AM

"You're right," Clarke spoke after a a few seconds of silence, and mostly after having really pondered Wells's words. It was the first time she was talking to him since what happened with Finn without feeling like bursting into tears, and she felt like she was making progress. After all, he had been suggesting to forget about the past and focus on the present, in order to work properly together. And the past didn't matter anymore, even though she couldn't seem to get rid of the avalanche of feelings happening down her heart; first, she had been feeling love. Then it was guilt. Then shame, more love, and finally, more guilt.

She could observe Finn from the rear mirror, his eyes not leaving the window. Ever since their talk in the dinning room, she had not heard him say a word, and she was growing concerned. After all, she had offered him her help earlier, before everything else happened... and she felt utterly responsible for the obvious pain he was probably feeling right now. As the seconds went by, she found herself realizing that she couldn't stand looking at him being so heartbroken, and that she would have to do something quick. But not in here, not with everyone else around. She would have to take him aside and talk to him, and to try explaining him the real reason of why she had been so upset. She knew the way she behaved after Wells had surprised them wasn't appropriate at all, and she had abandoned him in the moment where he probably needed her the most. And after that, she made him bear the entire situation on his shoulders, which was entirely wrong.

Then, she noticed movement from the corner of her eyes, only to realize a few seconds later that Murphy was lightening up the cigarette his lips held. She could have told that he was the smoking kind of guy due to the disagreeable smell that was all over the vehicle and the ash-bin she had noticed earlier, but she didn't think he would've opened one in company of other people.

"What are you doing?" She asked, her tone rather upset.

"I lighted up my cigarette," Murphy began as he briefly drifted his eyes away from the road to glance at Clarke and pulled it out from his mouth, two of his fingers holding it up. "And now I'm smoking." His sentence was accompanied with a light smirk before shoving the object back in between his lips, as if proud of it.

"That's just disgusting!" Wells's voice raised, his brows furrowed. "You don't smoke in a car!"

Murphy scoffed, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth again and bringing his hand down next to the other which held the steering wheel. "It's my car, I do whatever the hell I want; if you have a problem with that, it would be my pleasure to pull over and drop you on the side of the road. Nobody's stopping you. And besides, John Lennon," he explained, looking up to the rear mirror so he could've sighted the boy. "I thought you said in your little speech earlier you wanted each of us to forget about our problems and collaborate together all peacefully?"

"Smoking in a car full of people is not what I call collaborating." Wells replied, his eyes squinting and brows still furrowed. The guy really pissed him off, but he knew fighting wasn't going to bring them anything good.

Of course, that didn't stop Murphy from smoking.

Monday, 11:19 AM

Clarke was once again profoundly dived in her own thoughts when Wells spoke again, only to realize the car was turning in the parking of a really small diner. "And where the hell do you think we're going?" Her blue eyes were now glued onto the driver's face.