THE 100 IMAGINES

[BB] 2199.

No one was proud of what they were doing.

No one wanted it to come down to it. But it was the only choice they had left after the first test failed. It was only a matter of time before they turned on her. It couldn't be helped.

Emori was passed out, laying on the medical bed. Murphy was chained to the ladder of the rocket, screaming in anger at the choice that everyone else had made. While Abby was standing by a small machine near the middle of the lab, she turned her head to the closed doors, hearing Murphy, then watched as Clarke walked over to the others slowly. Abby took out the vials of Nightblood. Miller and Roan paced nervously while Jackson watched Clarke. Raven was by the stairs, far away from the others. Luna was also on one of the medical beds asleep after Roan had knocked her out. Jackson walked over to Emori to prep her for the injection, tying a small rubber band around her upper arm, wiping the skin near the crook of her elbow. Abby was placing the Nightblood in the needle, leaving an extra one out just in case something went wrong. Like Emori waking up and breaking the needle on the ground.

Abby was now holding the needle, standing next to Emori, holding her arm as she pressed the needle to her skin. But she couldn't do it, she knew it was wrong, she wouldn't risk killing another person, especially one that had been innocent, despite Emori claiming he was the one who tortured her and her brother.

The lab was silent.

"Mum?" Clarke stepped closer to her. "We have to do this," she told her quietly as Abby stared ahead.

She nodded, looking back down to Emori's arm. Her hand shook. Abby then turned to Clarke, shaking her head. "I can't."

Clarke nodded before she took the needle from Abby. "I'll finish it." Clarke held Abby's hand before they switched places. Clarke turned her head back towards you. But you couldn't look at her, Emori didn't deserve to go through this, even if she got someone killed. She then looked to everyone else in the room. "I bear it so they don't have to," Clarke whispered to herself.

"Clarke!" Jackson broke the silence, causing everyone to watch as Clarke injected herself with the Nightblood.

"No." Abby shook her head. "No."

"We're testing me," Clarke looked to her mum.

"Griffin, are you sure?" You asked quietly, looking at her worriedly.

When she had to take the weight of the delinquents, you had been there, quietly keeping her afloat when she wanted to give up. When she didn't believe the Mountain Men, you had been there, watching over the others in the mountain as she worked on a way to get everyone out. When ALLIE had almost destroyed everyone and Clarke was the only one who could do anything about it, you had been there, making sure that no one had got to her while she shut ALLIE down from the inside. Clarke trusted you, making sure to keep you in the loop of all her plans, asking for your opinions and help, almost as her second—without actually being her second.

She turned to look at you, walking over silently, taking you by the arm as she pulled you away from the others. "If anything goes wrong—"

"It won't."

"If anything goes wrong," she stressed again. "I want you to finish what we said we would do together, okay?"

"I don't think I'm capable of that." With the shake of your head, you look down, furrowing your eyebrows together.

Her hand touched your shoulder. "Hey, I didn't ask you to be my partner for nothing, you know. I don't trust anyone more than I do than you."