Surrendering Sanity

Everyone Grieves Differently

Everyone grieves differently. 

Clarke, digging Wells grave herself. Refusing any help. Holding him a small service as she allowed Finn to comfort her as she'd cried. Casey had attempted to go, but one look at the mound of earth that traped him forever, and she had turned and left. She'd said her goodbyes. And though it killed the brunette she had been the one to find him. It seemed to be the universes twisted act of a merciless blessing.

Because Casey had gotten to hold him one last time. And say Goodbye.

Face her failure, her inability to protect him as she'd promised. And make damn sure it never happened again.

Everyone grieves differently.

But what pissed Casey Kane off the most was the fact only two of them actually were. Wells death nothing more than a cause for panic and fear amoungst the delinquents. Not loss. No.... They were to busy pissing there pants at another ground attack. An assassination right outside there very walls. And it Was terrifying. But they needed to cut out all that whining and get back to work. 

The woman emerging from the dropship two days later barking orders. The consoling with Monty and Jasper had help steady her over that time. Casey clinging to the fact Jass had been sitting up already, talking. There for her and just there at all! She held on to that, though she still felt broken inside, and had asked Octavia to accompany her as she'd left. This wonderful woman not leaving her side since finding Casey with Wells.

Giving her strength. As the tears had flowed endlessly.

Nodding to O, Casey offered her best game face. Though she was sure her cheeks were still puffy, eyes red and swollen. Even days later the brunette finding herself randomly crying.

"We need to find Clarke, Finn, Miller, fucking Murphy," Said mans name growled with a roll of her eyes. "And your brother." 

The tanned girl pursed her lips in thought, dark brow furrowing.

"I don't think thats going to go so smoothly."

It angered her. But Casey wholeheartedly agree'd a scowl pulling over her features as her eyes rolled before going on there hunt for said people.

"It has to. We have to get our shit together."

Octavia put a gentle hand on her friends shoulder, pulling them to a stop. Nothing but concern in her eyes as she offered.

"You don't have to do this right now. Give yourself the a couple days, Casey."

She was so lucky to have Octavia Blake. Casey appreciating O's friendship, her care. Her support. Another of her special people. Someone she'd die to protect. The woman hating to make her worry but they couldn't wait any longer. Meeting her doe eyes the brunette allowed her features to soften, showing she was okay. Reassuring. Despite the gravity to her words.

"We can't wait anymore, I've already taken a couple days! More of us can die. Those idiots can't stop arguing long enough to get things done! I'll grieve when it's time."

She starred at her for a long moment. Dark eyes with illuminating speckles of green studying her very soul. Casey growing self conscious under the look to her face then O simply nodded. Casually. Pulling them towards the gates. Determination to the slim set of her shoulders.

"God your sooo stubborn, Fine. Lets get this settled then."

Casey loved her. Like borderline gay with no sexual attraction loved this woman. She was amazing. And just another thing to fight for. Octavia needed to be safe. They all needed to be safe.

Thats the only way Casey could ever hope to live with her failure.

***

John was following them. Not Murphy. The creepy John. The dark man from the hunting party who hadn't seemed to care at all his comrade was gone. Casey had noticed this not long after finding Miller. Even after the brunette had sent said man off to fetch Clarke and Finn, knowing they'd be together, John was subtly tailing the two woman. Both Octavia and Casey discussing over various idea's, having no idea how to run a society themselves. They were 'criminals'. But damn if they all didn't have to figure it out. Or rather, how to rage a war.