"Hold on, I still want you
Come back, I still need you
Let me take your hand, I'll make it right
I swear to love you all my life
Hold on, I still need you"
-Hold On, Chord Overstreet
*****
It takes about ten minutes of a consistent run to get from the Ark's camp to the dropship.
In three times that, Finn and Clarke still don't come through the tree line like they're supposed to.
Raven, Bellamy, Ash, and surprisingly, John—courtesy of Raven—have spent the time inside the dropship they once called home, arguing over their next course of action.
"We should go after them," Raven insists, pacing with nervous energy.
"No. Someone would have to stay here, and splitting up will just make things worse," Bellamy counters, his voice tense as he leans against the wall, arms crossed.
Ash bites her inner cheek hard enough to draw blood, glancing between them both. "If they don't get here in the next twenty minutes, I'm bringing them back myself and strangling them for making me this worried."
"Relax, Ashile, they're fine," John pipes up from the corner, face perfectly relaxed.
Ash shoots him a look before making her way towards him. "Didn't think you'd be on her shortlist for backup, all things considered," she mutters.
John shrugs. "She practically dragged me here. Said something about extra hands."
Ash narrows her eyes, still feeling something off in his tone. "You okay?"
John lets out a scoff, but it's quieter than usual. "Is anybody?"
The tension in the room seems to shift slightly. Ash steps closer, watching him carefully. "You'd tell me if something was wrong, right?"
He avoids her gaze, shoulders stiffening. "Yeah... sure."
Ash's expression softens, but she presses. "Everything's insane right now, but you would, wouldn't you? You'd tell me?"
John clenches his jaw, the usual deflection in his eyes replaced by something else, something harder to pin down. After a beat, he mutters, "Yeah. I would."
But he still doesn't look at her when he says it, and Ash can feel the weight behind his words even if he won't admit it. She lets it drop, but the unease lingers.
Before she can say more, the flap of the dropship bursts open, and Finn barrels in with Clarke limp in his arms.
"What happened?" Bellamy demands, springing into action.
Ash's stomach drops, but she forces herself to focus, quickly gesturing to a pile of blankets. "Here, put her down."
"A Grounder hit her on the head," Finn explains, his voice shaky as he gently places Clarke on the ground.
The next few minutes are a blur of frantic movement. Bellamy and Ash tend to Clarke's wound while Raven and John run to fetch supplies. Ash keeps herself busy, but her eyes dart toward Finn, who paces near the entrance, visibly rattled.
After watching him pace for what feels like forever, Ash grabs his arm firmly. "Come on," she mutters, dragging him outside.
Finn resists at first but follows when he realizes where she's leading him. They climb up the side of the dropship together, the cool air hitting them as they settle on top.
The view is nearly the same as it was the first time she climbed up there: trees stretching endlessly in every direction, a horizon that seems both vast and claustrophobic at the same time. But now, with a war on the horizon and countless scars on her body, everything feels different.
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Fanfiction"somewhere there's peace, they just have to find it." in which a girl whose smile is the brightest of them all finds herself falling in love with a curly haired boy on a planet that isn't supposed to be survivable. [SEASONS ONE TO TWO COMPLETED] hig...
