written in the stars

chapter 3

I do not own the 100. I am just a fan writing fanfics.

Clarke's P.O.V.

I woke up in the drop ship. It took me a minute to remember that I had slept here last night to look after Raven. I turned to look over, she was still fast asleep. I decided to get up and wash my face. As I dried my hands on my jeans my stomach rumbled. I decided to get breakfast and bring some back for when Raven woke up. I started towards the door, pushing the tarp out of the way.

I crossed the camp to where we kept the rations. I pick up two and started to head back to the dropship. I decided to duck into my tent and grab my sketch book in case It wasn't busy today. I left my tent and walked through the crowds of people starting their day. I saw Bellamy from across the camp. He was wearing his jacket and had a pack with him. It didn't click until he turned around and she saw the gun on his back. He was going out with the hunting party. I thought about going over and saying hi but I decided to go back to the med bay, Raven was probably up and hungry by now.

I entered the dropship and made my way over to where I had left Raven. She wasn't there . Confused I looked around and found a note on her cot saying Montey and Jasper had come to check on her and take her on a walk to stretch her good leg. I sat her ration down and decided to organize the med supplies a bit. I walked over to the shelves on the other side of the med bay and rearranged some bottles that were filled with dried plants. I noticed we were running out of Monty's homemade moonshine they used for sterilization of tools and surfaces. I decided to get some from the upper level.

I made my way over to the ladder and started to climb. I opened the hatch and lifted myself up onto the second level. They had decided to use this as a storage space. I pushed some boxs of seatbelts and other random things out of the way. I spotted a few bottles of moonshine under a pile of junk. I moved it trying to reach the moonshine. I grabbed a bottle putting it down on the floor and reaching for another.

I heard the hatch thud shut behind me. Turning to see what had happened i saw Finn. "Finn! You nearly scared me to death. What the heck are you doing up here?"I asked trying to slow my heart rate. Finn smirked and started to chuckle, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you Princess." I hated when he called me that. Sure it was annoying when Bellamy called me that but when Finn did it it just creeped me out. I smiled "thats okay, I just scare easy apparently." I said laughing. I started to move forward to open the hatch so I could bring the moonshine down stairs. I pulled it open and turned to go back and grab the bottles. Before I could reach the bottles I heard the hatch close again.

I turned around confused. Then I met Finns eyes. There was something off. we weren't really friends anymore and i was starting to become uncomfortable. I started toward the hatch again but Finn grabbed my wrist. "Hey!?" I said looking up at him confused. Finn was about 4 inches taller than me. He was stocky but not overly muscular. He chose to use my moment of confusion to pin me against the near by wall. My back slammed into the cool metal wall and my head connected with the hard surface with a crack. I could feel the throbbing in my head began. I struggled against his grip, still shocked.

****Warning: the following scene deals with mature and difficult themes. Please feel free to skip if uncomfortable*****

He leaned into me and growled "looks like I have you pinned down now, I guess those sparring sessions are a waste of time." I tried to speak but I was speechless. "Why so quite Princess?" He spat. He leaned into smell my hair. "Is this how he touched you? Do you just let that jerk put his dirty hands all over you?" He asked. I tried to protest and tell him he was crazy, but before I could his lips were pushed harshly against mine. I gasped, which he took as a sign to continue. He deepened the kiss trying to wiggle his tongue into my mouth, which I kept firmly shut. I tried to tell him to stop but all he seemed to hear was his name. He became more aggressive mistaking my struggle for pleasure.