The 100: ONESHOTS

S6E12: That Wasn't Part of the Plan

Clarke did her best to mimic Josephine, stepping forward while twirling her hair around her finger. Everything about the movement felt unnatural and she began to question her decision on trying to impersonate the girl. Her main concern being that, if anyone would actually buy it. But her unease was cute short when a smile formed on Russell's face.

"Hi, daddy." His smile brightened when Clarke spoke, and she gulped, nerves wracking at her. He pulled the girl into a hug, one she would've found comforting if it had been anyone but him. Her arms rose and wrapped themselves around his frame, and she had to ignore the feeling of discomfort from the action.

After everything she had been through, she had learned to persist and continue on even if every part of her was begging to stop, not keep going. She had trained herself mentally and physically to put up with anything even if it killed her in the end.

"Hey sweetheart." Clarke watched as he pulled away and examined her, looking for any sign of injury she presumed. But she felt anything but safe as she watched him search of anything that could've been of harm to her.

Clarke looked around and watched as people began to dissipate. Only standing by to make sure she was Josephine and not Clarke. But something caught her eye as she searched her surroundings and she noticed the absence of a familiar being.

"Where's mom?" She asked, still pretending to be Josephine.

Russell looked away then. He casted his eyes to the ground beside him and sighed deeply before looking back at her.

"She was killed."

Clarke wanted to smile and start cheering, but it didn't seem appropriate considering the circumstances. She hated her. The lady always knew what Clarke was thinking and every little thing that she did always struck a chord. It was sometimes hard to maintain her calm.

Instead, Clarke just nodded. She swallowed up all the emotions and started walking behind Russell who had begun towards the direction of the lab.

She followed behind him not so quietly to the unfamiliar room which she presumed was the lab. It was nerve wracking walking past all the dead skeletons on the way in, it made her wonder if all of those had been the skeletons of previous hosts. She wouldn't be surprised.

He first thing she noticed stepping into the room was the equipment, lots and lots of equipment. It was terrifying. But that wasn't what scared her the most. Madi, her little girl laid on the operation table in the centre of the room.

She was conscious and as soon as Clarke entered her eyes lit up.

"Clarke?" She asked hopefully.

Clarke looked over at Russell. She wanted to cry and hold her in her arms. She wanted to hug her and tell her everything was okay and that she was alive.

But she couldn't.

"Sorry kid." She said firmly, ignoring Russell in the corner of her view giving her a questioning look.

Madi began to struggle against the restraints, screaming and crying while she did so.

Clarke had never seen her like this and it terrified her. She hated seeing this, she couldn't stand it.

Before anyone knew what was happening, she had grabbed a hold of a syringe and knocked Madi out.

The girls eyes slowly fluttered closed and she stopped pulling on the restraints.

Clarke released a silent sigh of relief as the tears pooled in her eyes.

The minutes Russell turned around, she let them fall.