Surrendering Sanity

Now Starts The Game Of Survival

Casey was in love.

She was in love with how the warmth of the sun felt against her skin. How pure the air felt in her lungs. Grass crunched underfoot as she spun in place her head thrown back to the sky blissfully. Just as the freckled brunette steadied herself, slightly dizzy, a body crashed into her affectively knocking her from her footing. Luckily, Jasper had intended to do so as he swept the stunned girl into his arms.

"We made it!"

Laughter bubbled to her lips as Casey squeezed her eyes shut, ignoring the flip in her stomach as he began spinning them. Again. Monty quickly rescued her, his arms snatching hold of the brunette and stealing her from their excentric friend. Who continued to run with the crowd unaffected. Placing her on her feet he smiled kindly. Reminding Casey in that moment of the way Bellamy had smiled at Octavia. Montys charcoal gaze carrying the same warmth and love. The joy blossoming in the freckled womans chest doubled by the comforting fact, though not blood, the three musketeers would always be family.

"See. Not dead yet."

He was teasing her, it was clear in his tone. Clear in the twinkle of his eye. But Monty was right. They were alive..... Alive. On earth. With a hole new world to live in, together.

Tears gathered in her blue eyes as Casey smiled the weight lifting from her shoulders for the first time in six long years.

Two days.

She had accepted the fact that in two days she would of been dead. Ripped from life, thrown into space like trash. But now she would live. Live a life truely free, with everyone that had ever mattered beside her. The brunette was stunned, excited, scared, but most of all happy. And in that moment all she wanted to do was dance. Placing slighty shakey hands on Montys cheeks teary ocean eyes gazed into his, wanting to share the feelings bouncing around inside her.

"We aren't dead!"

And with that whispered decree the brunette kissed his forehead lovingly. A quick chaste peck then she was gone. Casey not giving him the time to recover before pulling him into motion and they began to dance.

***

"Your going to love them, trust me. Their like the nerdy best friends you've always needed."

Octavia laughed at that, her gaze wandering over faces curiosly trying to pick out the boys in question. Without being shown. Casey had spoken of her 'musketeers' often and O had a image in her mind of them from the stories.

"You know. I have them at a disadvantage. I already know everything about them."

The brunette gave a very ladylike snort in answer, her determined stride leading them back to the dropship. She had given them very spacific instructions not to move, in a group of 100 people it would be easy to loose track of one another. As bystanders moved from her path Casey caught sight of her boys as Jasper was being shoved by a darkskinned giant. She reconized him immediately, Wells Jaha had changed quiet a bit over the years. He had grown tall and gained a considerable amount of muscle. His brown eyes now holding the same fierceness as his fathers.

On instinct Casey began running, leaving Octavia behind as she shoved her way to the dropship. The care she felt for the man clashing dangerously with the protective need to keep Jasper safe. Others had gathered around the scene as the brunette made it to her friends side. Forcing her way past Murphy and a pack of boys she stepped between Wells and Jasper. Catching the larger man by surprise as she shoved his chest and actually made him stumble back a step or two.

"Put your hands on him again and we'll have problems."

Wells seemed stunned as his eyes widened at the sight of her. This must of been the first he had seen her and the brunette hated for this to be their reunion, ocean eyes softening slightly as she met his gaze. John Murphy choose that moment to step forward, looking as if he was wanting any excuse to beat or even kill the chancellors son. The pack of boys at his back, big and beefy, looking like they were ready to get their hands bloody.