Athena always stuck up for the right thing, she would go to great lengths to ensure innocents were protected in a world where everyone was trained to kill. This time, however, she may have gone too far.
Stand Up For What You Believe In, Even If You...
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Thea didn't sleep that night. She was too aware of Jasper screaming from the dropship, and the screaming delinquents, angry at Jasper for being Alive. Thea thought she was just understanding these people, but clearly, she was wrong. They didn't seem pleased that their own was alive, even if he was screaming, isn't it better he was alive?
She sat crossed legged outside the dropship, her head tilted up at the sky, pointing the constellations out to herself. Clarke walked out of the dropship, her brow creased. She let out a loud sigh, Thea knew she was under a lot of stress.
"What do you need, Clarke?" She asked as she stood up, walking to Clarke with a gentle smile on her lips.
Clarke smiled back, but Thea saw the worry she was trying to keep hidden in her eyes. "Water? For Jasper," Clarke said, nodding over to the tent they kept the water and food.
Thea nodded, "I'll be right back." She headed over, just as there was screaming from someplace in the camp. She turned around, already reaching for the knife hidden in her waistband. She caught Clarke going to a young girl, and stopped, letting her shirt fall back to hide the weapon. She ducked inside the tent quickly, grabbing a canister of water and turning to go back to the dropship.
She walked back to the dropship, climbing the ladder up to the top where Jasper was.
"Hey," She greeted Monty and Octavia as she emerged from the hole in the floor. She put the water down first, then lifted the rest of her body up. She looked over at Jasper, before grabbing the water and putting it next to the dying boy.
"Mind if I stay?" She asked, looking down at where Octavia sat but directing the question at both Monty and Octavia.
"Sure," Octavia nodded, moving over slightly to let Thea slip into the gap between her. Thea let out a sigh, resting her head back against the wall.
"How's your leg?" She asked, glancing down at the bandage that still covered Octavia's leg.
Octavia smiled, "Better, thanks to Clarke."
Thea nodded, glancing over to Monty. "What's he doing?"
"Trying to contact the Ark."
"Oh." Thea wondered how many were in the Ark if when they came down they wouldn't hurt her people. She hoped they'd find peace if they didn't it was sure to be war.
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Thea walked out of the dropship the next morning with a spring in her walk. Octavia and she had talked a lot, quietly to not disturb Jasper or Monty, and they had both become closer as friends. Octavia had told her about her brother, living under the floor for years. Thea had listened more than she had talked, not sure what life was like in space to say much.
She caught the tail end of Bellamy and his sheep's conversation, standing to the side and looking to the forest as if to seem she was daydreaming.
