if you must mourn, don't do it alone (Jactavia)

Part 1, Chapter 2

There's smut in this chapter. If you're scrolling in the 'm' rated stories I'm sure this won't surprise you. It's defiantly worth the read tho, even if you're not a huge fan of smut, because what's going on during it are is very important to their characters. This mirror's Octavia's sex with Illian in the TV show, but personally I think handled better ;)

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"I think we can make it." Octavia declared.

"When did you learn how to swim? You do remember I had to save you from that river monster," Jasper pointed out.

"I've improved since then!" Octavia said, "I'm just saying it's not that far and we have a boat."

"A boat with like six holes in it." Jasper snorted.

"Fine Mr. Scaredy-Pants," Octavia teased, climbing into the boat, "I'll row off by myself..."

"Uh, fine, no, make room, I'm getting in." Jasper declared, dropping their bags in the bottom of the sketchy looking canoe, which was quite literally 100 years old.

"I'm just saying I think we have a good chance there if no one's found this in 100 years," Octavia pointed out, grabbing an oar that looked like it had seen much better days.

"Or maybe the grounders are just more intelligent than we are and know a suicide mission when they see one."

Octavia almost said something to the effect of 'but you'd jump at that chance' but ignored it. It had been days since she'd seen any signs of him wanting to leave this world, leave her (an inner voice whispered), so she let it go. In all, he seemed...happier.

Jasper held onto the sides of the boat the whole time, looking pale. They reached their destination after just an hour, a little island Octavia had seen through her binoculars. Jasper stumbled out of the boat, retching on the rusty-colored rocks near the water.

"You're sea-sick?" Octavia said, "We lived in space! You didn't barf on the barge!"

"Yeah, well, that was stationary. And on the way over we were knocked out. And you didn't see it, but I totally barfed on the way down to earth," Jasper admitted, using the seawater to rinse out his mouth and coughing at the taste of salt.

"Well.." Octavia said, turning away from him, "We're here."

Jasper finished cleaning his face and stood by her. It seemed untouched. It was a very small island, really could only offer space for two people uncomfortably to live here. Grounders seemed to like to live together, they had yet to meet a hermit grounder. It was understandable why this wouldn't be ideal.

"A shed!" Octavia cried in triumph, "Come help me open this door," She said, tugging at it. The shed stood just up the hill, surrounded by growth. There were a myriad of plants and cobwebs all over it, ensuring no one had touched it in quite some time.

"You know, I bet you ten bucks we're going to find a gross radiated body in here." Jasper snickered, looking at her. Octavia just made a gagging noise in the back of her throat, rolling her eyes.

"Only men find that exciting."

The door opened with a lot of resistance, swinging back and hitting the side of the shed. Little critters scuttled as light was thrown into the one-room area.

"No dead body," Octavia said, coming inside, "See?"

"Darn," Jasper pouted.

It seemed like someone had set this up as a place to come for the end of the world, but never made it here. There were no signs of someone leaving in a hurry or any sign that it had been discovered at all since it's creation. There was a large wall of canned goods and other food made to last an apocalypse, along with a small kitchen area to one side. Jasper started opening cabinets and made a triumphant noise.