Luna woke up to a grinning Madi staring back at her.
Blinking the tiredness away from her eyes, Luna had let out a muffled groan, and hiding a small smile that was beginning to form on her features, she mumbled: ''It's five in the morning, Madi.''
Madi nodded eagerly. ''I know!'' she yelped out in excitement, and Luna wondered if she was hearing right. ''It's five in the morning, the fishes are awake an—an' we can hunt!''
Luna blinked dazedly, and Madi's words registered in her mind a split-second late. ''W-what?'' she said, blinking at Madi's unwarranted excitement.
''The fishes are awake!'' Madi said enthusiastically, and Luna tried not to wince at the sudden volume of sound which her ears were projected at. ''The fishes are awake, it's not yet morning yet — c'mon! I've got spears!''
''You've said it yourself, Madi,'' Luna mumbled, as she closed her eyes from Madi's excited expression. ''It's not morning yet.''
''Which means it's the best time for hunting! C'mon!'' Madi said and tugged at her arm excitedly. Luna only closed her eyes and tried to drift off to somewhere else.
It didn't work. Luna groaned softly, as Madi had tugged on the dead weight of her arm for nearly a minute, and finally, finally, Luna sat up from her bed and moved over the edge, rubbing her eyes, much to Madi's excitement.
''That was the best sleep I've ever gotten,'' Luna said, half in exasperation, but half of it was genuine as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, but when she cleared her eyes from the gunk, she realised that Madi wasn't in the room anymore.
She blinked.
It took a few considerable minutes, where Luna contemplated whether if she should fall back asleep again, blaming her tiredness on her stitches, or wait patiently for Madi's presence, when Madi came back with two spears in hand and a grin on her face as she handed one to her giddily.
Luna shook her head in a soft smile, and taking the spear in hand, stepping outside of the abode, feeling the fresh air battle through her hair, she nodded to Madi, who was practically vibrating with excitement. ''Show me.''
...
''Wake up.''
She woke to the sound of laboured breathing. And then, Clarke realised that it was hers.
Her heartbeat erratic, sweat coursing down her neck, she clawed herself up to the back of her bed. And Lexa was staring back with a propped head up in concern. ''Clarke. Was it a nightmare?''
Clarke swallowed, blinking the afterimages from her dream that were seared into her eyes. Tried to regulate her breathing, as she wrapped her legs up with her hands. ''Yeah.''
''What did you dream of?''
And at those words, Clarke exhaled shakily. Come on. Lexa'll understand. You've shared your nightmares with her so much already, and she's shared hers too. So why would this be different?
''The Maunon.''
Lexa's eyes seemed to flicker away, looking down back to the bedsheets. ''What happened?''
Clarke remembered it, all right. Pulling the lever. Seeing them dead. Toys scattered and abandoned in a playground of corpses. Dinner halls empty with ghosts. Elevators filled with hands and feet in the stench of death. People gasping for breath, reaching for their legs, in a futile escape from the radiation.
''You can talk to me about it.''
Clarke screwed her eyes shut. Yeah, she probably needed to talk. After all, she couldn't keep it in her head all the time. ''I... I was there again. At the mountain, alone. The lever was there. And they—they were in front of me. My mother. Bellamy. Raven. And the rest of the Skaikru— they were getting experimented on, by the Maunon. But this time you were there too.''
