Horde Prime/Catra Trashcan

Can't Title This To Save My Life [Angst]

[ A/n Self harm is talked about in this story. I suggest you skip this chapter of this subject makes you uncomfortable and/or triggers you in any way. Please, if your doing good, skip this story. And congrats to you.]

(Not following cannon but based from episode Season 5 episode 2 of She-Ra the Netflix series)

This ship seemed infinite at times. At other times it felt like a small prison to Catra. She couldn't tell if they were moving or sitting still in the void of space, and the small window gave very little direction. Catra began to wonder whether space had the same directions, times, and other measurements that etheria had. Her days were spent roaming around where she was allowed, and the rest of the time was spent inside the room Prime had given her. It was a step up from Glimmer's prison cell. Her's had an actual door, a nice size window, bed, intercom to contact Prime and his Horde with, a desk with several useless items on top of it that Catra would never use, and her own personal bathroom, which she greatly appreciated.

Catra was currently lying on her bed staring blankly out the window. A planet came into view, and as soon as it did, explosions cascaded across the surface. Yet another planet Prime was conquering. Catra rolled over so she didn't have to witness the destruction of another planet. She'd lost count at how many plants that had been, and feared her home was next. Just as she was finally getting comfortable, her door slid open and one of Prime's clones stood in the doorway.

"Prime Request you attendance in his main chamber, I shall take you to him." The Clone said, and Catra's only reply was to groan and stand up, following wherever this clone took her.

Catra followed the Clone into Prime's throne room, more or less, and there he was sitting at his chair overlooking his many digital screens that showed multiple planets and battle scenes.

"Ah, Catra. As I requested. I have a task for you." Prime said as he spun around in his chair slowly to face her.

"What do you need me to do?" Catra said, but her tone was laced with worry, no matter how hard she tried to push it down.

"There seems to be a ship, ancient, my systems cannot track it, but we know it came from your home planet, most likely your Adora is on this ship. I want you to see what Queen Glimmer knows about this. Make it sublet though." Prime explained and then turned back to his screens.

Catra balled her hands into fists at the words her Adora, because Adora left. Adora doesn't care about her. If anything Adora is Glimmer's. Instead of fighting, yelling, or all of the above, Catra turned around without a word and left. Left to do what she needed, left to do the task at hand, just like Adora.

Halfway there's though, Catra suddenly stopped in her dead set pace to reach Glimmer. Catra stopped because the thought of, "Why does it even matter? What does anything matter?" Crossed her head.

Catra turned around and headed back to her room, knowing she wouldn't get far with Glimmer in the state she was currently in. As soon as she reached her room, she set the digital lock on the door, knowing fully well that Prime could overwrite it at any time. She laid it back down on her bed and watched the planet outside that was now a smoldering pile of ash and rocks. Catra extended her claws on her right hand and held it above her head, looking at her own claws for a moment. She than sat up and placed her left arm in her lap, she brought her right claws to her wrist and slowly dragged three claws across her skin. It wasn't that deep, but she kept repeating the action, and repeating, and repeating until her arm was bloodied and the click of the door lock startled her from her thoughts.

"Catra, I thought I had assigned you to interrogate Queen Gli-" Prime had unlocked the door and stepped into the room, his time obviously displeased until he abruptly stopped at the sight of Catra.

Catra, on the other hand, just sat in shock, staring because she wasn't sure how Prime would react to this. Catra expect him to lash out like Shadow Weaver used to, to get angry and upset, to tell her she wasn't needed especially if she was this broken.

It surprised Catra when Prime slowly approached her, reached out and took ahold of her bleeding arm so very careful, and muttered, "Why did you do this?" It's all it took to break Catra in this vulnerable state.

Catra cried silently and looked away from Prime. She tried to pull her arm away from Prime, but he held a frim but gently grip. Unexpectedly he pulled her into his chest and wrapped his free arm around her in a simi-comforting embrace. Catra, reluctantly, rested her head against his shoulder and began to cry into his side while he held her.

"What caused this? Why did you do this?" Prime asked again after a while. After Catra's sobs became quieter and less erratic, but all she could do was shake her head no in response, unable to find the proper words at the moment.

The silent was all Prime needed to snapped into action. He picked Catra up and carried her down the maze of halls, where they received a good amount of confused looks from Prime's clones. Prime walked over to a door that opened instantly upon him coming close to it. Inside was another bed, as well as several alien artifact, along with computer screens, and various other technologies. Prime sat her down on the oversized bed, then headed into one of the many rooms connected to this one. Catra glanced around, looking at this and that until Prime returned with something that resembled a first-aid kit, only it had different symbols and writing on it.

"Let me see you arm." Prime instructed, but his tone was soft, gently almost. Catra did what she was told and held her arm out to him.

Prime took her arm gently and opened the little box, first cleaning her arm, then putting a light blue goop on her arm Catra could only guess was an antiseptic of some sort. Surprising it didn't sting of burn as she braced herself for. Afterwards he began wrapping her arm in a bandage, and secured it around her elbow. Prime released her arm after he was finished, and Catra held her arm and rubbed the bandage while looking at anything in the room but him.

"You never answer my question." Prime insisted, he stared at her, but his gaze flickered between her arm and her eyes. Catra couldn't find it in herself to keep eye contact with him, so she settled on just looking over the bandage on her arm.

"I don't know. A lots been going on lately. You know, my planets imminent destruction and the fact that everyone I knew probably want me dead right now is a big factor. Also, Adora is not mine. Never has been, never will be." Catra said, but spat out the last part bitterly.

Prime picked up on this, obviously. "Adora causes you pain? As for your planet, it will not be destroyed." Prime stated, trying to provide a sort of reassurance.

"Adora left me. I don't care what happens to my home. And they all still hate me." Catra said and laid down onto the bed, facing away from Prime.

"Adora isn't here to hurt you, neither are the others you once knew. You are safe here, Catra." Prime said and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. She looked at him for a brief moment before placing her hand on top of his.

"Please... Stay? I don't wanna be alone right now." Catra asked, her voice barley a whisper. Prime smiled and lied down beside her. He wrapped an arm around her smaller form and she pushed herself backwards into his chest. He gently stoked her long hair, causing her to purr quietly.

"Rest, your safe now. No one will hurt you now, and you do not need to hurt yourself either." Prime said and continued to pet her gently until she eventually fell asleep.

Prime, however, stayed awake and wondered just how much pain Catra was truly in, and how long she'd been in this amount of pain. He kept petting her, and swore to himself that he would find a way to assure Catra felt safe and comfortable here, but he wasn't sure where or how to start. So he settled on sleeping beside her for the time being, because he knew that this small action would give her a small amount of comfort at least.

(So I've fixed a few typos that I could manage to find, and I'll probably do a part 2 for this story. Thanks for reading and suffering through my horrible writing.)