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17 - Saving Lincoln

Summary: When a group of people leave camp to travel to Mount Weather to stop them from jamming their radios, Bellamy, Y/n, and Octavia look for a way into the mountain but find someone in a state they never thought possible.

Word Count: 3.59k

Based Off: 02x06, “Fog of War” & 02x07, “Long Into an Abyss”

Feedback is always appreciated!

It had only been a day since you brought Finn and Murphy back to camp, and two days since the massacre. You were sitting at a table with Clarke and Bellamy, currently explaining Mount Weather to Bellamy with a map that Clarke drew.

“Okay, tell me again.”

“It’s a labyrinth,” Clarke started.

“We got to the dam through this tunnel,” You pointed with the pencil. “It’s all connected to the mine system. That’s our way in.”

“Sure, if we can get past the reapers and the mountain men.” Bellamy said. “I swear to God, Clarke, if your mom doesn’t sanction a mission soon, I’m going by myself.”

“You won’t be by yourself.” Clarke told him. She looked behind the brunette to see Finn and Murphy step out of the Ark.

“I guess the inquisition’s over,” You said, following her line of sight.

“How’s Finn doing, anyway?” Bellamy asked.

“I haven’t talked to him since we got back.” The blonde admitted. “I don’t know what to say. He just kept shooting.”

“We’re at war, Clarke.” Bellamy reminded her. “We’ve all done things.”

“Hey,” Finn walked up to the table; only Bellamy returned his greeting.

“Next round’s on me.” Bellamy said, standing up. “Y/n, why don’t you help with the drinks.”

You caught on to what he was doing and followed him to the bar, ordering yourself and Bellamy drinks. You watched in silence as Finn talked with Clarke, then Murphy joined them. Not long after, Finn left and Raven went to the table. You watched Murphy leave and Raven talk seriously, then both women left the table and went inside.

You finished your drink and called it a night, bumping into Clarke on your way inside.

“Hey, we have to go back to Mount Weather tomorrow.”

“What? Why?” You asked.

“They’re jamming our communications. It’s why we haven’t heard anything from the other stations. Raven is gonna fix it, so we’re going out tomorrow.”

“Uh, okay. I’ll go with you guys. Just wake me up, okay?”

“Yeah, sure. Uh, hey- I need you to do something while we’re out.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“I need you, Octavia, and Bellamy to look for a way in. I’ll give you a signal to break off from the group. Got it?”

You happily agreed and Clarke made her way outside, likely to tell Bellamy about the plan for tomorrow. You went to your room and collapsed onto the bed, falling asleep not long after.

The sun was barely out when you were woken up the next morning, meeting up with everyone at the gate as the sun was peeking over the horizon. Suppressing a yawn, you grabbed the pack that was handed to you and fell into line with Octavia.

“I can’t believe they let Finn come,” She muttered.

“He’s the best tracker we’ve got.” Bellamy said, coming up beside you. “Don’t forget to look up. The grounders use the trees. That’s how we lost John Mbege.”

You toyed with the sleeve of your jacket absentmindedly as you walked, looking up in the trees every once in a while. Even with everything that happened, the Earth was still beautiful. It was the only constant thing in life right now, besides war and fighting for your life.

Everything got exhausting so fast, but the beauty of nature refreshed you and reminded you how your memories showed your mother. Beautiful, never changing, happy.

You broke free of your thoughts and saw Clarke signal you, Bellamy, and Octavia to split from the group, a clearing just up ahead. You also noticed everyone had passed you by now, making it easier to leave.

“According to Clarke, before the bombs, there were buildings everywhere here. I’m guessing some of them had access to the bunker.” Bellamy spoke. “So we’re looking for ruins, anything that’s man made; okay?”

You heard a guard call out to you and you stopped. You thought you were clear, but apparently not.

“Let’s go, right now.”

“In case you've forgotten, we’re not under your command.” Bellamy told the guard.

“Don’t make us do this the hard way.”

“Come on, Scott. 47 of our people are prisoners inside this mountain.”

“And that’s why we’re out here,” Scott replied.

“Wrong. You’re out here to find other stations of the ark.” Bellamy stated. “We’re out here to find our friends.”

You looked over at Octavia to see her intently staring at the ground. You followed her gaze and saw insects of some sort fleeing, as if a threat was coming this way.

“Bell,” Octavia muttered.

“What are they doing?” Scott asked.

“Running.” You explained.

You heard creaking and rumbling, but before you could look up Bellamy was already yelling.

“Acid fog! We need cover! Now!”

The thick and deadly yellow fog was rolling its way to you, and you tried to help deploy the tents, but Octavia caught your attention. She followed the trail of insects and you followed after her.

“Octavia! What are you doing? Let’s go, we gotta set up the tents!” You shouted.

“There’s something here! Maybe it’s the ruins,” She called. You helped remove the moss from the wall and Bellamy brought the guards over with him to help pull the door open.

Going in after Scott, you waited near the door for the others to get inside. Bellamy closed the door after he pulled Scott back in, as he went back out to try to save one of the guards. Once the door was closed, you couldn’t see a thing.

Scott and the other guard pulled out their flashlights to light the way as you continued walking, turning yours on as well.

“Where are we?” Scott asked.

“Looks like a garage.” You acknowledged.

“More like a tomb,” Octavia contradicted.

The cars around you were covered in thick layers of dust, and the scuttling of the insects was echoing against the concrete walls of the garage.

“Look, I’m sorry about your man,” Bellamy turned to Scott. “But we need to find an access door to Mount Weather.”

“Hey, not so fast.”

“Sir, that fog could keep us pinned down for another--” Bellamy stopped himself when Scott pulled out a pistol to hand to him.

“We’ll split up.” Scott ordered. “We’ll meet back here in 15.”

Bellamy took the gun and Scott went one way with the other guard, while you continued going straight with Octavia and Bellamy. You scanned most of the area ahead of you until you reached a door, debating on going through it.

You didn’t have to make a decision, however, when a loud scream echoed through the garage. You followed it, now hearing the vocalization of some sort of song, giving the darkness a creepier feeling than before.

“Scott?” Bellamy asked. “Are you there?”

Everywhere Bellamy shone his light, there was nothing, just old cars. You moved to the source of the music and Bellamy handed you his pistol and took the rifle for himself as you heard squishing and gushing sounds.

“What’s that?” Octavia whispered.

Bellamy moved his light to his right to reveal two reapers feasting on a guards body, although you couldn’t see which. They turned to you and Bellamy started shooting at them, taking them both down.

You raised your pistol and walked forward a few paces to see another reaper feasting on Scott. Bellamy cocked his rifle as you did with your pistol, but Octavia stopped you.

“Don’t,” She demanded. “It’s Lincoln.”

The reaper turned to face you, confirming her words. Lincoln’s mouth was covered in blood that wasn’t his own, crouching over Scott.

“Lincoln.” Octavia tried. “Lincoln, it’s me. It’s Octavia.”

Lincoln made his way towards you, an animalistic look in his eyes. Like you were a meal. To him, you probably were. The grounder-turned-reaper ran at Octavia, tossing her onto the hood of a car before advancing on Bellamy. He shot the reaper in the arm, deterring him.

Lincoln turned to you, who had moved over to Octavia, your gun pointed at him. Before you had the chance to do anything else, Bellamy knocked Lincoln out with the butt of his rifle. You helped him bring Octavia away from Lincoln and back down the hallway.

“We need to get somewhere safe,” He muttered.

He brought you to an SUV and shoved you and Octavia in the backseat, squishing himself in on the other side of his sister, who was now panicking.

“He’s a reaper?” She whispered. “How is that even possible? He just looked right through me.”

You heard a glass break and saw Lincoln through the window while Bellamy gently shushed Octavia.

“Did he see us?” Octavia asked.

“I don’t know,” You replied, pressing yourself as far from the window as possible. He pressed his hand against the window and left, causing you to relax and get off of your friend.

“Shh. Just listen to me,” Bellamy addressed his sister. “We’ll get him back, I promise.”

After coming up with a plan, Bellamy opened the car door and let you and Octavia out, closing the squeaky door as quietly as possible.

“You sure you’re ready for this?” He asked his sister, who nodded in response. “Okay, draw him in. We’ll do the rest.”

“Lincoln!” She shouted, moving out into the wide hallway. She called his name again after hearing metal clanking from somewhere nearby. You watched anxiously, crouching beside the car with Bellamy.

“Lincoln! Can you hear me?” She shouted. The grounder/reaper started towards her and he backed away, leading him in like she promised.

“Hey!” Bellamy shouted. Lincoln turned and Bellamy pressed the shock baton into the reaper/grounder’s neck until he passed out.

You lowered your gun and stepped forward, standing next to Bellamy.

“Now what?” You asked.

“Now we take him home.” Bellamy answered.

You took an arm and Octavia took the other, Bellamy taking his legs. You dragged him to the exit and stepped outside, holding the door open for the siblings, as there was no more deadly fog waiting for you outside.

Taking back over, you got back into the original position, dragging Lincoln through the woods and to the dropship. His body weight was making your arms weak, but you got him to the dropship without letting go. Getting him up the ladder was a big struggle, but you brought him to the third level of the dropship where he was kept what seems like ages ago.

You helped chain him up with almost anything you could find, making sure he wouldn’t break free once he was awake to murder anyone. Bellamy left not long after to get Clarke and medical supplies from Camp Jaha, leaving you and Octavia to watch over Lincoln for the night.

“So what’s with you two?” Octavia asked.

“Who, me and Bellamy?”

“Yeah. Before all of this you were ignoring him. What happened?”

“Uhm,” You scratched the back of your neck. “Well, Murphy forced us to talk when we were in the dropship.”

“And?”

“And… it’s mutual. But with everything that’s going on, we haven’t had a chance to talk about it. And it looks like we might not get a chance for a little while,”

“I knew he felt the same! I could see it. Don’t worry though, I’m sure you’ll find time to sort everything out later.” She assured you.

After that you tried to get some sleep, but Lincoln woke up and wouldn’t stop trying to break free. Octavia hid in the corner where she couldn’t see him, and you sat by the ladder to wait for Clarke and Bellamy. You kept your focus on the small window up above to keep track of time, the sun beaming when Clarke and Bellamy arrived.

You helped them up and noticed the look of pity Clarke had when she saw Octavia, but brushed it off and helped Bellamy up once Clarke was standing. Lincoln growled and tried to break his restraints when Clarke was fully visible, scaring everyone in the room.

“It’s okay. He’s been restrained.” Bellamy assured a frightened Clarke.

“I can’t believe we’re back here again.” Clarke sighed.

“Can you help him?” Octavia asked from her seat on the floor.

“I don’t know,” Clarke shook her head. You watched as Lincoln kept lunging forward and growling angrily, trying to get to Clarke.

“I knew Mount Weather controlled the reapers. I had no idea they created them.” The blonde spoke again.

“If they can do that to Lincoln…” Bellamy added. “What are they doing to our friends?”

You spent most of the day observing Lincoln, trying to figure out how to cure him. It was mostly just him screaming and growling, trying to break free and kill everyone. Until he stopped.

“He’s convulsing,” Clarke stated, confused.

“So what does that mean?” Octavia asked.

“What happened to his leg?” Clarke pointed to the bleeding wound.

“I shot him.” Octavia deadpanned.

“Clarke, he’s lost a lot of blood.” You informed your friend.

She tried to get close but as soon as she did, Lincoln screamed in her face, lurching out to her.

“Can you shine the light on his neck?” Clarke asked, and all three flashlights were pointed to his neck.

“Needle marks.” Clarke realized.

“You think he’s being drugged?” Bellamy inquired.

“Maybe,” Clarke answered, getting closer.

One of Lincoln's chains broke free and he swung the heavy piece of metal at Clarke, hitting her in the head. You and Octavia ran for her at the same time, Lincoln swinging you both back to hit the wall. You sat, winded, as Bellamy ran forward and bashed his fist on Lincoln's arm to get him to release Clarke.

Lincoln focused his attention on Bellamy and headbutted him, sending him to the floor while also tossing Clarke aside and removing his body restraints, forgetting about the ones on the floor. He fell as he reached out for Bellamy, who moved out of the way.

Lincoln turned back and attempted to pull his restraints off while Bellamy grabbed the shock baton and lit it up, running at the man. Lincoln managed to get his final restraint free just in time to slam Bellamy to the floor and start punching him. You and Octavia stood up and looked for something to help out with as Clarke ran to him and was easily pushed to the side.

You grabbed the discarded shock baton and Octavia grabbed a pipe, hitting her boyfriend over the head with it and then across the face, knocking him out. While you could, you helped everyone up and got stuff to hold Lincoln to the floor.

After he was tied up and waking up, Clarke took a look at his bullet wound.

“We have to stop the bleeding and get the bullet out. Hold his leg down.” Clarke commanded.

Octavia offered him water but he spit it back out at her while you and Bellamy held his leg down for Clarke.

“I’ll get some more.” She got up and walked to the ladder, but Bellamy caught her arm.

“O, once the drug is out of his system, he’ll be okay.”

“You can’t protect me from this one, big brother.” Octavia left the dropship and you began the extraction, hiding your face in your arm as Lincoln screamed.

“Your mom would be proud.” You commented.

“My mom would know how to save him.” Clarke rebutted.

The hatch opened and Octavia came through, followed by a grounder. Bellamy immediately reached for his gun and aimed it at the man, causing Octavia to step in front of him.

“Bellamy, don’t. He’s Lincoln’s friend, and their healer.”

“He’s seizing again.”

Bellamy allowed Nyko to spass, watching as he pulled out a vial from his pouch.

“What is that?” Clarke asked the grounder.

“Your fight is over.” Nyko told Lincoln. You scratched your head at the familiarity of the sentence, watching him tip the bottle to put a drop in Lincoln’s mouth.

Just as it fell from the bottle, Clarke held out her hand to stop it. “Wait!”

As she did so, Nyko pulled out a dagger, causing Bellamy to raise his rifle.

“Back off. Right now.”

“Yu gonplei este odon.” Clarke repeated. “It’s what they say before death. He’s not trying to heal him. He’s trying to kill him.”

“Nyko? Is it true?” Octavia asked the grounder, now crouched beside Clarke.

“Yes.” Nyko answered. “Death is the only way.”

“Hold on,” Clarke said. “There could be a way to bring him back.”

“None that I’ve ever seen.” Nyko remarked.

“We have to go, the camp’s leaving.” Finn said, coming up the ladder.

Nyko looked at Finn angrily and attacked him, showing him up against the wall. Bellamy pointed his gun and demanded that Nyko get off of Finn, but he stayed where he was.

“You slaughtered my people.” Nyko sneered. “Elders. Children. Innocents.”

“Nyko, you’re killing him.” Octavia tried prying Nykos hands from Finn’s neck.

“Blood must have blood!” Nyko shouted.

“Get out of the way!” Bellamy screamed at his sister, who held out an arm to keep her brother away.

“Bellamy, you’re not killing him!”

You looked at the shock baton on the floor and then to Nyko. You picked it up and turned it on, pressing it to Nyko’s side, causing him to pass out. Everyone in the room looked to you as you powered off the shock baton.

“Lincoln,” Octavia whispered, moving over to the unconscious man. “He’s not breathing.”

Clarke moved to crouch beside the woman, putting her fingers to Lincoln’s neck. “His heart stopped. Move.”

Octavia stepped out of the way and to the other side of Lincoln’s body as Clarke sprung into action, starting compressions to restart his heart. The room became tense, everyone watching with worry, until Lincoln took a sharp inhale, coming back to life and heavily breathing.

“He was dead,” Nyko uttered. “How did you do that?”

“You’ve tried bringing reapers back before?” Clarke asked the healer. “And they died like this?”

“What is it?” Bellamy asked, watching the realization dawn on Clarke’s face.

“I know how to stop the attack.” She replied.

She told everyone else to stay here and keep Lincoln alive while she left to talk to the grounder’s commander. She was using the way to save reapers as a bargaining chip to stop the army from killing your people.

It had been a few hours since Clarke had left, and nothing happened with Lincoln since. Octavia cleaned him up with a bowl of water and a rag while you and Bellamy sat on either side of Lincoln, Nyko sitting by the wall in silence when the hatch opened.

“Oh, thank God.” Octavia said. “Where’s Clarke?”

“Trying to stop a war,” Finn replied.

Abby stepped through the hatch and knelt beside LIncoln’s head to examine him. “Pupils are unresponsive.”

“Tie off his arm,” The chancellor instructed Octavia. “As tight as you can.”

“Thanks to the supplies your brother found, Lincoln might have a chance.”

“What’s that?” Octavia asked, looking at the vial in Abby’s hands.

“It’ll bring his fever down,” She explained.

Lincoln started struggling to get out of his restraints as soon as Abby penetrated his skin with the needle. She pulled it away and ordered Bellamy and Finn to hold him down; they went to his body and you held down his arm so Abby could administer the medicine without any accidents.

He began to seize and Octavia asked why the medicine didn’t work, you and Bellamy moving into the background so there was more room for Clarke’s mother to work.

“His heart stopped,” Abby sighed. She started compressions and Nyko moved to the other side of the dropship and knelt at Lincoln’s head.

“You’re their healer,” Abby looked at Nyko. “Tip his head back, pull his chin down to open his airway.”

“You’re stopping, what’s wrong?” Octavia asked, panicked.

“I’m sorry,” Abby whispered, not looking at the other woman. “He’s gone,”

“No, it’s not possible. You’re wrong!” Octavia moved and continued doing compressions as Bellamy moved forward, calling his sisters name. He knelt beside her as she continued, slowing to a stop as she began to cry.

The hatch opened and Clarke came through, along with a woman that you assumed to be the commander, based on the makeup on her face and the way she dressed. Bellamy reached for his rifle very slowly, while you and Abby looked at the discarded shock baton.

The commander looked at one of her guards, who drew their sword as fast as Bellamy got up and retrieved his rifle. Abby grabbed the shock baton before you had the time to, pushing you back as you stood beside Clarke.

“Please,” Clarke begged. “You don’t have to do this.”

“You lied.” The commander fumed. “And you��re out of time.”

Abby quickly turned and knelt beside Lincoln, holding up the shock baton and pressing it to his chest. When he didn’t move she tried again.

“Hit him again.” Clarke demanded.

She did so and Lincoln was revived, a gasp coming from his lips. You packed up and returned to camp with Lincoln on a stretcher and the Commander following further behind with her guards, separating herself from your group.

The walk back took the rest of the night and was completely silent, aside from the occasional moan of pain or shuffle from Lincoln as you carried him. The Commander and her group went back to the army that had assembled and informed them that they wouldn’t be attacking. After she went back into her own tent, Clarke followed her to talk about the terms of their truce.

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and the sun and the moon and the stars (jonathan/nancy, adult)

rated: adult 02x06. that scene. you know what scene i mean. (i look forward to reading every single jancy fan’s take on that scene for the rest of time) (song inspiration) read it on ao3 -i swear i just found everything i need, the sweat in your eyes the blood in your veins is listening to me, well i wanna wrap it up and swim in it until i drown, my moral standing is lying down

There's a birthmark on his neck that looks like a vampire bite and she wants to fit her teeth to it. She's been thinking about that for almost two days now, turning it over in her mind on the hood of his car, in the passenger seat, in an interrogation room, and now in the spare room of an underground paranoid journalist's… bunker.

She doesn't retreat. She doesn't.

She just... doesn't know the right way to tell him, "You have two little moles right there and I'm pretty sure my mouth would fit over them perfectly."

You can't just open a conversation like that. Especially not after the last year, after the monster hunts and the nights she spent waiting for him and the decision she finally made to give Steve another chance. The year she spent with him. The year she wasted— No, that's unkind.

Plus, Jonathan doesn’t feel the same. She doesn’t think so anyway. (That's a lie. She knows that's a lie. She saw his face less than a minute ago, awkward and shy and just edging on hopeful. But she's a wonderful liar.)

She should stay here. She should sit on this bed until morning and stay here. But, dammit, she doesn't retreat.

Apparently neither does he, because he's standing at her door when she opens it. And then everything is his mouth and his tongue and how soft his hair is and the stubble on his jaw.

He has stubble on his jaw. Right before her mind fritzes out she files that away for later examination.

Electricity sparks its way down her spine and pools in the pit of her stomach. There's not enough air in her lungs, in the world, and what there is smells like him and her arousal and her head spins. She gasps for breath and feels him smile against her mouth.

He's grasping at her, at her hips and her nightshirt and her face, trying to keep her steady, trying to pull her closer. She can barely keep her knees from buckling, barely keep herself upright, and she remembers, remembers there's a door, and beyond that door there's a bed, a bed—a bed. Yes, a bed. Bed good. Bed very good.

She takes a tentative step backwards and he follows eagerly and she barely gets a hand out to slam the door behind him. He's already got a hand on her thigh and when he grips and pulls she doesn't hesitate to throw it around his waist and the next thing she knows he's lifting her pushing her against the wall next to the door, and oh god, she can feel him, can feel how hard he is right up against her core, just a couple thin layers of fabric between them.

She wants.

Now that he's got her pinned he slows down a little bit, kisses her deeper, parts her lips and lets his tongue lick inside. It sends another jolt through her, causes her fingers to tighten in his hair, which pulls a groan from somewhere deep in his chest. She can feel it through his skin, feels herself answer in return. Her skin prickles with goosebumps that come in waves and she's seeing stars behind her eyelids and she needs a second, just a second, to catch her breath but she can't say that when his tongue is in her mouth and hers is in his and the only coordination her mouth and brain seem capable of is kissing him back. So she buries both hands fully in his hair and tugs gently until there is the barest amount of space between them and she can gulp down some air.

He's panting too, his eyes impossibly dark and impossibly wide, his lips swollen and red. They stare at each other for a long moment and she can see the words forming behind his eyes, see the questions and excuses swirling. Trust issues, am I right? But she doesn't want to talk right now, she doesn't want to think, she doesn't want to do anything other than touch and taste him, so she leans forward ever so slightly and captures his bottom lip between her teeth and pulls gently.

A shudder racks his entire body and his hips surge up into hers.

"F-fuck—" he stutters out and presses her harder into the wall as he kisses her again.

Yes, she thinks. Fuck.

She's trying to tug the bottom of his shirt out of from where her legs are around him and he's scrabbling to find the hem of her nightgown and ruck it up higher, but it's not working and if either of them loses complete focus on keeping her back against this wall it's going to end in a lot of pain for her. She gives up on his shirt, slides her hands up his biceps to his shoulder and winds her arms around his neck before carefully, oh-so-carefully so she doesn't startle him, unlocking her ankles from the small of his back and reaching one leg down towards the floor.

He lets out a whine and she doesn't think she's ever been this turned on before.

"Jonathan," she says, moving her mouth from his lips to his cheek and then his jaw and then there, right there, where that little vampire bite is, and she's about to fulfill that fantasy when he gets his hands under her clothing and splays his fingers across her stomach, just above her underwear. She forgets everything except the way his index finger is teasing that elastic border, a threat and a promise all at the same time. Her hips rock towards him as the silence stretches, and he flicks the elastic once before sliding his hands upwards, spanning her ribcage now, just barely brushing the undersides of her breasts.

"Nancy," he echoes, voice rough and wanting, and she never wants to hear it any other way again. If this is the only time they do this – and god, she hopes it isn't – she knows this voice will haunt her dreams for the rest of her life.

She has a limited bag of tricks but they're good tricks, so she slides her lips up to his earlobe and bites down softly before whispering, "Bed."

He'll deny it until his dying day, but she swears he growls.

He is thin, so lean, but he is strong. He somehow picks her up, moves her halfway across the room, and deposits her onto the bed in a single motion. From this angle she can get to his shirt properly, tugs it up under his armpits and runs her fingers over his stomach, impossibly smooth and impossibly taut. Everything about him seems impossible to her, impossible that he should be real, that he should be here, that he should be hers.

Well.

She thinks he might, if she asks him.

He's kneeling between her legs and rears back to pull his shirt off and toss it behind him. She wonders, briefly, if this would be different somewhere else – if the rubber band between them hadn't been pulled tight by two days on the road together, half a dozen strangers prying into their feelings for each other, half a bottle of vodka and the thrill of bringing down a government conspiracy running through their veins before the aforementioned conspiracy theorist decided to play Yenta. If this was back in her bedroom, or his, would there be questions and soft touches and quiet confessions instead of this raw need? This flashpoint sparking over into flame?

Would it be any more them, any more right, if there were?

But he's looking at her, hungry and a little vulnerable, and she remembers he wanted her nightgown off just as much as she wanted him to lose the shirt, and she's more than happy to oblige.

She doesn't take her time, just whips it over her head, but the look on his face when she can see again is more than worth it.

"Nancy—" he says again, trails off like he had more on his mind but has forgotten all his words. She knows the feeling as she reaches for him once more.

He doesn't kiss her properly this time, goes straight for her neck and then lower, lower, down her sternum and to the right, gently exploring one breast with his mouth and the other with his hand. She arches, can't help it, and breathes out an affirmative as she tangles one hand in his hair and lets the other roam as far as she can reach. It's not very far, he keeps moving lower, not staying in one place for too long, and her hips are moving in little circles, trying to beckon him closer. It seems to be working as his tongue traces patterns around her navel.

She becomes aware that she's speaking, whimpering softly, please and yes and his name, Jonathan, Jonathan. She's never called him Jon, nobody ever has, and even though that'd be easier to say through the thick fog in her head it doesn't seem right. The three syllables of his name form a tumbling cadence, almost like a song, and it's easy, so easy, to just stay in that rhythm. She wonders what song their names will make together, if they'll match the movement of their hips to that rhythm, if she'll ever like another song more.

He presses an open mouthed kiss to her inner thigh and it startles her out of her thoughts and right back into the present, even as her hips move on their own accord. She cranes her neck and he's looking up at her, just his eyes and the wild thicket of his hair visible above her body. She thinks the questions in her own eyes must look a lot like the ones in his.

"Nancy," he says again, but he sounds too steady when he says it, and he's drawing up onto his knees, not moving his mouth closer to where she really, really wants it. He keeps his fingertips on her knees but pulls the rest of his body away from her and it's her turn to whine, to whisper, no as he disengages. They're both breathing heavily and she thinks she can see him trembling in the dim light.

"Wait," she says, pushing herself up on one elbow. "Jonathan, what—"

"We haven't—"

"What do you mean—"

"We should talk—"

"In the morning."

"Nancy, we should think—"

"Jonathan," she cuts him, off, rising to her knees in front of him, mirroring him, and studiously ignoring how much more naked she is than him. Watches his eyes flick to her bare chest for a fraction of a second before resolutely meeting her own again. "I don't want to think. I want you. I want this. Do you?"

He swallows hard before answering.

"Yes."

"Then," she shuffles closer so they're almost touching again, close enough that she can feel the heat radiating off him, "let's talk in the morning."

She braces herself with one hand on his chest, just like she did last Christmas in her front hallway, but this time her lips land on his like she really wanted back then. This time there's no clothing between them, no newly-taken-back boyfriend in the next room, no parents and siblings hovering. There's nothing to stop her from teasing his mouth open with her tongue, nothing to stop him from wrapping his arms around her and hauling her tight against him. Nothing to stop her hands from teasing the waistband of his pajama pants, nothing to hold them back from falling right back onto the mattress and pressing every single inch of their bodies together. Nothing to stop them from anything.

Good. She doesn't want to stop.

Their fingers battle over skin and fabric, each pair of hands after its own agenda, sometimes working together, sometimes working against. He gets her underwear off while she's still working a hand into his boxers, and she thinks he murmurs a compliment to her flexibility into her mouth for the way she twists herself to help him. She's not sure because he presses a finger into her and she sees stars.

The chuckle that pulls out of him is unmistakable and she grasps him in return, pumping her fist once as revenge. That gets a strangled moan, makes her feel powerful.

When she finally manages to get his pants all the way off and settles him between her legs he pulls back, wild-eyed and nervous.

"I, uh," he starts, stops, presses his lips together. It takes her a moment to realize he's blushing.

"What?" she tries to keep her voice gentle, even as her arousal and desire make her want to scream.

"I haven't—not this," he manages. Looks away. She giggles and reaches for him, feels relief when he lowers himself back over her and kisses her. She just wants him to keep kissing her, maybe forever.

"It's fine," she says against his mouth, against his cheeks. "You like music. You know rhythm. Just keep a beat."

"What about—" He bites down on her bottom lip this time, distracted, but when she lifts her hips and they slide against each other he seems to come back to himself. "I don't have a condom."

"It's fine," she says again.

One week after her best friend disappeared and she lost her virginity to the school's prom king and went monster hunting with a loner boy she thinks she might have fallen in love with her, Nancy's mother had picked her up from school, driven her to a doctor's office, and sat with her through the most embarrassing exam and interview Nancy had ever lived through. They had left with a prescription, and half an hour later, she had taken the first little white pill while her mother watched with soft eyes. You're a smart, responsible girl, her mother had said, then corrected herself. Woman. A smart, responsible woman. Stay that way.

Jonathan is looking at her, unsure, and she cups his cheek with one hand.

"I promise. It's fine."

"I'll pull out," he assures her and she lets it go. She doesn't want to have a conversation about birth control right now. She just wants him inside her.

To that end she reaches between them, takes him in hand, guides him to where he belongs. He pulls back just a little, stares down at her. His eyes are darker than she's ever seen them, almost all pupil framed by the barest ring of brown, and she holds his gaze steadily as he sinks into her for the first time.

"Oh fuck—" she hears and realizes belatedly she's the one who said it.

One of his arms slides under her, holding her closer as they adjust to each other. She feels him everywhere, somehow huge inside her and all around her, and wonders if she feels as all-encompassing to him. She hopes she does.

Her eyes have closed without her permission and she opens them again to see him looking down at her with a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead and an expression she can't quite read.

Then he moves, just a little, experimentally. Sparks fly over her skin and she moans softly. Remembers they're not in their homes, not in their beds, and while that means their parents can't catch them it also means a near-stranger can, and bites her lip to keep quiet. He moves again, rocking gently, and drops his head to the crook of her neck. Gasps her name. She whispers his in return, a confirmation.

"Please," she says, moving her hands to his hips and pulling on him. "Jonathan, please."

"Yes," he answers, and she thinks he might mean more than just this.

Then he begins to move in earnest and she's lost.

+++

They can't seem to stop kissing.

The room is lighter now, dawn just breaking she thinks, but she has no sense of time beyond the count of their heartbeats and the lengths of their breaths. She is exhausted, loose-limbed and utterly satisfied. Her eyelids feel like lead and she can barely keep them open but she just can't seem to move her mouth far enough away from his to sleep.

She tries, but he follows, catching her lips, pulling her closer. They are tangled together as they've been for hours, only breaking apart once to grab a fistful of tissues and clean up the mess he left on her belly.

His leg moves against hers, and he puffs out a soft laugh against her cheek.

"What?" she murmurs. His leg moves again and this time she feels it, his toe catching on the cuff of her sock.

"You've still got socks on."

"Oh," she giggles. "I forgot."

"Nance," he sighs and kisses her again, long and languid, then pulls back. She manages to crack her eyes open and look at him. Sort of.

"It's morning," he says.

"Hmm?" She's not sure what that has to do with anything.

"We need to talk."

"Mmm," she frowns. Closes her eyes. Buries her face in his neck. "In the morning."

"It is morning," he repeats.

"It's not morning 'til after you sleep," she argues. It's true. The sun might be coming up but it's still night if you haven't gone to sleep.

"Oh, so that's just a very bright moon?"

She smacks his chest half-heartedly. "Smart ass."

"Nancy," he tries again, shifts into a slightly more sitting-like position. She whines, tries to keep him lying down. They compromise at an odd tilt and she's managed to get herself even more on top of him, her arms folded on his chest, face craned towards his and reaching for another kiss. He indulges her for only a second before dropping his head back against the pillow and looking at her from under hooded eyelids.

"What are we doing?" he asks.

"Uh," she wiggles her hips a little bit, her bare skin moving on his. "Well."

She knows she's trying to deflect, but she doesn't really want to talk. She doesn't want to leave this little bubble of them and go back to reality.

"And when we get out of this bed?" he presses. "When we leave here, and go back to Hawkins? What happens?"

She sighs and rests her cheek on her stacked hands, staring at his bare chest. He's so pale, he seems to glow in the dim light.

"I don't know," she admits. "I know what I want, but I don't know what's going to happen."

"You do?"

"Do what?"

"Know what you want?"

"Well, yeah," she rolls her eyes. "You don't think I hop into bed with every passing notion, do you?"

She bounces a little on his chest as he chuckles but she doesn't feel like laughing. Something in her stomach is drawing tight and heavy. A sinking feeling. Slowly his hand comes up and starts to comb through her hair. It's a soothing motion and she can't help but relax.

"I knew you were waiting," he admits quietly and she draws in a sharp breath. "I knew, but there wasn't anything I could do. Will needed me. My mom needed me. My family—I can't just leave them on their own. We're a team. We all come together."

"A box set. I know," she says, unable to stop her thoughts from drifting to Mike, to how sad he's been, how hard to comfort. Or, she thinks he's been hard to comfort. She wonders now if she really put in the effort.

"Do you?" Jonathan presses. "Will… he's still not all right. He still has nightmares, and flashbacks. He still crawls into my bed in the middle of the night. I can't… I still have to be there for him. For Mom. She's got Bob, but still."

"I know," she repeats.

"Nancy. You'll still have to wait."

She looks up at him again, and there's something horribly pained on his face.

"No," she says softly. "I won't."

"What—"

"You don't have to do everything alone, Jonathan. We'll do it together."

Something flashes across his face, like a memory, or maybe like hope. Trust issues, she thinks. Trust issues and retreat. Well, I don't retreat. Not anymore.

"Nancy—"

"Jonathan," she cuts him off, raises herself up so their faces are closer together. She can feel his heart beating under her forearm. "Can't you just trust me? Trust that I'll be there for you?"

"What about Steve?" he challenges, raising an eyebrow. She glares.

"What about Steve?"

"He's back in Hawkins, too."

"We broke up."

"Does he know that?" His tone outrages her but he cuts her off before she can respond. "We went from talking about Tina's Halloween party on the hood of my car to launching a plan to bring down the lab. Did you even call him and tell him you were leaving?"

She sighs and drops back down on his chest, fingers tapping out an asymmetrical rhythm on his sternum. His hand returns to her hair, but doesn't stroke, just rests against the back of her head.

"I don't love him," she says softly. "I tried. All year, I tried. For him, for me, for… Barb. To make it worth it. To make sure she didn't die for… nothing."

"Nancy, that's not your fau—"

"I know it's not my fault. But it feels like my fault. It's never going to stop feeling like it's my fault. Ever."

They're both quiet. She shifts, puts her ear to his chest, listens to his heart. Its beat is so steady.

"But she'd never let me do this," she murmurs, words coming without effort, without hesitation. She needs him to know. "She'd rip me a new one for staying with Steve after I fell for someone else."

His chest stills. He's holding his breath. When she finally looks up at him he no longer looks sleepy. His eyes are wide, and bright, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

"What if…" he starts, but just lets it trail off. She knows all the different endings of that question. She's turned them over in her head for a year now. She doesn't care anymore. No more running.

"I want to try," she says, sliding up so their noses are touching and their lips brush together with each word. "I don’t know if it'll work, but I think it might. I want it to. I've never wanted anything as much as I want this."

For a moment he's completely still and then suddenly she's on her back and his mouth is on hers, hot and wet and her blood is on fire again.

"Do you?" she asks between kisses, needing to know. Needing to hear.

"Yes," he breathes, scrapes his teeth on her collarbone. "I want to try. I want—Nancy, I want everything."

"Me too," she smiles into his neck. He pulls back, braces himself on one forearm so he can use his other hand to tilt her chin up until she's looking him in the eye.

"Good," he says and kisses her like she is something precious, slow and delicate and deep. Her blood sings.

"We should probably get some sleep," she murmurs, smoothing her hands down his back until she finds the curve of his bum. Grips it, pulls him a little closer. He reaches down, grabs her left hand with his and pins it next to the pillow beside her head. Scar on scar.

"Probably," he agrees.

They don't.

+++

He's worried. She watches him load their overnight bags into the trunk of his car, tucking the bottles of vodka and water into them for safekeeping, and she can see the tension in his neck and shoulders. Can see the muscles in his jaw clench and the pulse underneath those two little moles, that vampire bite.

She fits herself to his side after he slams the trunk closed, puts her arm around his waist. He wraps his around her shoulders.

"I know you're worried," she says softly. He looks somewhere to the left, over her head, away from her eyes.

"They're fine," he says for the tenth time in the last thirty minutes. Trying to convince himself.

"I'm right here," she reminds him.

Reality is crashing back far too quickly, but there's nothing they can do to stop it. Instead she remembers her urge from the night before, one that got lost in all the other touches and tastes and words, and lifts up on her toes. Fits her teeth over the two moles, then presses a kiss to them. It's a perfect fit.

He's startled by the action and it pulls a breathy laugh from him as he looks down at her. One more lift of her toes and their lips press together for a long, still moment.

Then she drops down and away, releases him. He reluctantly lets her go, too.

"Let's go home," she says, and climbs in the passenger side.

#jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #jonathan x nancy #jonathan/nancy #jancy #jancy fic #jancy fanfic #what happens beyond the door slam?#oh we know the answer to that #i have a very specific personal headcannon about the song this was inspired by #see my end notes on ao3 or send an ask and i'll publish it

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Supergirl Season 2 Episode Timeline 02x05

Before starting I warn you that the method with which I calculated the dates of the various days in this episode is a little convoluted and required cross references data from the next 2 episodes, so you could either accept them on trust or go near the end of the post, where I try to explain how I derived them, and try to assess if you find my conclusions acceptable.

This day starts with Kara and Mon El getting ready for his first day of work

and ends probably after Maggie asks Alex if maybe she is gay.

Proof that all that happens until Lena shows up at Catco to invite Kara at the gala it's still the first day (Eve is referencing to Mon El):

Proof that between the two robbers' attacks it's still the first day:

This day starts with Kara and James discussing Cadmus influence

and ends after James tries and fails to stop the robbers as (proto-)Guardian.

Proof that when James goes to the DEO and learns from Winn a possible target of the robbers it's still the same day (same shirt):

This day starts with Winn starting a quarrel with James about his vigilante attempts

and ends after Supergirl accepts to attend and protect Lena's Charity Gala.

Proof that this is the day after James tried to stop the robbers:

Proof that Supergirl meets Lena the same day Lena asked for it (under the jacket Lena has the same outfit):

Proof that the Gala will happen tomorrow:

The night of the Charity Gala for the Children's Hospital.

This day starts with the robbers being killed by Lillian while Maggie is transferring them to the prison

and ends with Lillian interrupting Supergirl and Lena's conversation about the Gala.

Dates deduction:

DAY A+1

Proof that this day is set in the week after day 4 of episode 02x04, so teorically it could be between Sunday 6 November and Saturday 12 November

DAY 1 and Day A+2

Proof that the gala (Day A+2) will happen in the weekend, so it will be either the night of Friday 11 November, Saturday 12 November or Sunday 13 November. Also proof that Day 1 is in the same week, as the following days in the episode until that point:

DAY A+1

This day is the one before the gala, so it's either Thursday 10 November, Friday 11 November or Saturday 12 November.

DAY 1

First day in which Guardian is possible (after the robbers break his camera) so it could be between Sunday 6 November and 9 November (first NCPD report on Snapper's Guardian timeline in Episode 02x07): (Sorry for the low image quality but my crappy image editing could improve it only to a certain extent)

DAY A+3

Proof that from now until the next episode's (episode 02x06) day 3 (so i's at least 2 or 3 days before it) Guardian should be on "rest". In episode 02x07 on the calendar there is a post it on the 11 November (which reads stops store robbers), a pause and the next is on the 15 (unreadable).

This makes this day 12 November at the earliest but 13 at the latest, but it can't be same day as the start of next episode (13 November) because Mon El is avoiding Kara for "days".

So we now know that Day A+3 is Saturday 12 November. Consequently Day A+2 can be only Friday 11 November and so on up to Day A that is the 9 of November.

(Keep in mind that because I consider the start of a new day at the Sunrise instead of the classical Midnight, the actual days could be skewed by one depending how they counted them)

N.B. The tables don't contain every scene, but only the ones I consider either useful to better understand the flow of the episode for timeline purpose or the ones that I think could be somewhat noteworthy or of interest.

Timeline Masterpost

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Supergirl Meta: Mon-El (again)

I originally posted ananalysis (Supergirl: Mon-El) for Supergirl, but I want to expand on it to address two major arguments against Mon-El. The first is that he’s a “magical unicorn” or Mary-Sue character, and the second is that he’s an annoying, abusive frat-boy.

(I also want to write about the relationship between Kara and Mon-El (aka Karamel) in relation to where Season 2 is going, but due to length, that will be a separate post.)

Under the cut for spoilers of all episodes of Supergirl through 02x15 Exodus and for length.

Argument #1: Mon-El is a Mary-Sue

A Mary-Sue/Magical Unicorn character is a character who is added to an existing narrative that reads too good to be true. There are a number of articles out there that identify Mon-El as one such character, and to illustrate, here’s an excerpt from one of them:

I once read a 400,000 word Buffy and Angel and Highlander and X-Files crossover with a self-insert lead character who magically woos Buffy and is super rich and best friends with everyone and super good at fighting and stuff and it was more believable then the nonsense Supergirl has delivered unto its audience with Mon-El.

-- Excerpt from article “Supergirl has a Mon-El Problem”

This article is particularly good because it lists a bunch of things that Mon-El has done that make him out to be one an unrealistic character insert. I thought I’d use it as a place to start a counter-argument. (To see the full list, check out the source.)

1. Magically appeared just after the heroine inexplicably dumps the guy she’s been crushing on for a year for no reason.

Kara doesn’t pursue a romantic relationship with James for a lot of different reasons. There we so many, in fact, that I made an entirely separate post for it: Supergirl: Kara/James Meta.

As to why the Kryptonian pod crash landed now, thirty-seven years after it departed Daxam... that’s still a bit of a mystery right now. Maybe we’ll find out why in 02x16 Star-crossed.

2. Immediately integrated with all the characters.

Untrue. Mon-El had considerable conflict with Alex, who calls him a coward (02x06 Changing) and tells him she doesn’t believe in him at all. He doesn’t have much of a relationship with J’onn or James. The only friends he has seem to be Winn (who helps assess his abilities) and Kara, though he seems to make acquaintances easily while “living at the alien bar” (02x07 The Darkest Places).

Mon-El has spent remarkably little time with J’onn. I say this because J’onn also lost his entire race and wound up stranded on this planet. J’onn could’ve also been a solid ally in a number of situations, such as dealing with a fifth dimensional being in 02x13 Mr. & Mrs. Mxyzptlk and handling Jeremiah’s return in 02x14 Homecoming. These are both times when Mon-El could’ve gone to J’onn with his concerns (about Kara not taking Mxy as a serious threat, about Jeremiah possibly being compromised). J’onn is the leader of the DEO, and he cares about the Danvers sisters. So why hasn’t he gone to J’onn?

Whatever the reasons, Mon-El and J’onn aren’t exactly fast friends, though it’s clear Mon-El respects him (as he gives up to save J’onn’s life in 02x07 The Darkest Place).

For the most part, Guardian/James seems to tolerate Mon-El, as does Alex, though he seems to be growing on her (though his issues with Jeremiah in 02x14 Homecoming might have ruined that progress entirely, only time will tell).

In short, he has friends in Kara and Winn, but everyone else? Ehh, not really.

3. Proven to be the “cool” one that teaches everyone to drink and has zero issue with gay people.

I think it’s quite apparent that 02x04 Survivors that Winn is more than capable of drinking on his own, as he beats Mon-El during every drinking game we see on screen. The only person he “teaches” to drink (if you can call it that) was Kara, who he dares/makes a deal with her to drink something that would be poisonous to humans but harmless to Kryptonians/Daxamites (02x06 Changing).

He might be “cool” with zero-issues with gay people, but he’s also from a hedonistic planet, which might be why he indulges in alcohol/lives at the alien bar (02x07 The Darkest Places).

Also, this overlooks his constant slip-ups with the English. For example, calling Kara’s mother “a babe,” (meaning, beautiful woman) admitting his own confusion over the phrase “chillax for five,” and saying “awe and some” as if it were two separate words (02x04 Survivors). And that’s only in one episode. No matter how extroverted/socially inclined he might be, he doesn’t just magically fit in this world upon arrival.

Part of being “cool” is making everything seem easy, making it appear as if stuff doesn’t matter to you. If you geek out over something (for example, characters in a superhero shows), you tend to lose “cool credit.” But the fact remains that his desire to drink/socialize in a bar scene is related to how he handle’s grief and inner turmoil. He covers his feelings by drinking after seeing Supergirl and J’onn super-sucked by Parasite (02x06 Changing). He likewise wants to forget about the somber thoughts of his lost planet by indulging in fun and games and/or drinking (02x04 Survivors).

He’s got a cool exterior, but he’s a giant spazz.

4. Been revealed to be super strong and super fast and generally a badass.

Okay, yes, Mon-El is super-strong and fast. But he’s also a giant spazz. Consider the outcome of... well, every single fight he has had so far:

Mon-El vs. Supergirl. His coma wake up gave him an element of surprise that enabled him to “win” this particular fight and escape the DEO, though arguable, it’s beginners luck (02x03 Welcome to Earth).

Mon-El vs. Supergirl, take two. Supergirl kicks his ass and says, “Stay down Daxamite!” He no longer has the element of surprise. He loses. Big time (02x03 Welcome to Earth).

Mon-El accidentally injures two people in a bar. Not really a fight, but this counts as a loss because he doesn’t know what he’s doing and doesn’t mean to do it (02x04 Survivors).

Mon-El attempts to intervene on Supergirl’s behalf during Lena Luthor’s ball, and in turn he gets blasted across the room with an alien gun, leaving him down for the count for the rest of the episode (02x05 Crossfire).

Mon-El faces off against Parasite. While he does save one child by catching a car, he spends the rest of the fight getting his ass kicked by Parasite until Guardian shows up and saves him (02x06 Changing).

Mon-El is attacked and abducted by Cadmus (02x06 Changing).

Mon-El manages a sneaky escape from his Cadmus prison, only to be duped into staying behind to “save J’onn” (02x07 The Darkest Place).

Mon-El nearly dies and admits he’s terrified (02x07 The Darkest Place).

Mon-El, thinking he sees J’onn, follows Hank Henshaw out of the Alien Bar and gets his ass kicked by Cyborg Superman (02x08 Medusa).

Mon-El attempts to step in to help Kara defend the captured humans on Maaldoria and gets hit in the face/knocked to the ground for his trouble (02x09 Supergirl Lives).

With the help of the other humans, they overcome their captors on Maaldoria, who are focusing their firepower on Supergirl, and he takes over one of the guns to help them all escape -- which he seems decent with, until it gets shot from his hands (02x09 Supergirl Lives).

He faces off against the faux-live-wires and nearly gets electrocuted--but redirects the energy elsewhere (02x10 We Can Be Heroes).

Mon-El tries to take down Livewire’s captor, but instead gets captured (02x10 We Can Be Heroes). He does okay when Supergirl shows up... but only with an assist from Guardian.

Mon-El loses every fight against Mxy... very, very badly. (02x13 Mr. & Mrs. Mxyzptlk)

So, yes, he’s powerful, but let’s be honest, as a superhero he kind of sucks. To date, he’s saved one child (02x06 Changing) and has lost nearly every single fight he has been in. The only exceptions are his very first fight (element of surprise) during his escape from the DEO, and during the successful escape on Maaldoria.

Every other time, he has either lost, required someone (Guardian, Supergirl) else to save them, or required assistance to achieve anything.

He’s got superpowers, but he’s still a giant spazz.

5. Is secretly the prince of an entire world.

Okay, this is probably true, but Daxam is gone. Being the prince of a dead planet doesn’t really count for much. He can’t go home. There’s no home to go to.

6. Fallen madly in love with the titular character.

Conceded. He did. I have no argument against this at all.

7. Had titular character return those feelings even though she is incapable of giving one reason why she likes him besides "he tries hard" and is attractive.

Besides J’onn, Mon-El is the only character who can truly relate to Kara in terms of losing his planet (after having grown up there). J’onn has been a parental figure, not a love interest, and her relationship with Mon-El has been evolving since he woke up: enemies, reluctant acquaintances, mentor/mentoree, friends... and so on.

Kara and Mon-El have also had a number of conversations that even she and Clark could never have had, such as talking about certain planets they visited and the kinds of dancing they had on their home worlds.

She’s got lots of reason to connect with him and to reciprocate his feelings. Thought I’m sure the fact that he tries and is attractive are part of that.

8. Immediately determined a long lost father was evil while everyone around him went FULL stupid and walked right into evil dad's trap.

Part of being prince of a dead planet would be a basic conditioning for life at court, which (assuming it’s anything like the monarchies of earth) means constant suspicious of everyone around them.

Not to mention the fact that Jeremiah Danvers, before being modified, wouldn’t have a hope to win in a fight against J’onn. So it’s not like no precautions were taken...

9. Saved the day because he was calm and collected and persistent about evil dad while the ladies were too weepy to notice the obvious bad guy in their midst.

Actually, no he didn’t. The only time he’s saved the day was on Maaldoria, when the Dominator let him and the others go when he put himself between the escaping humans/Supergirl. During 02x14 Homecoming, Mon-El was with Alex and Kara searching for the “bomb” Jeremiah had guided them to... If anyone saved the day, it was Winn, who hid a tracker on Jeremiah so they could pursue him into the woods. And even that didn’t really work out.

IN SUMMARY... Basically, Mon-El isn’t a very successful Superhero. He hasn’t integrated with everyone on the team/show. He’s not a magical unicorn. He is, in fact, a giant spazz still adapting to this world.

Argument #2: Mon-El is an annoying, abusive frat-boy

I can’t speak to the annoying bit, as that is a matter of opinion, but I can speak to the “frat boy” comment that came from Kara herself.

PART ONE: FRAT BOY Everyone deals with grief and misery in their own way. Some people brood. Other people try to bury themselves in work or to forget it with drinking/carousing/anything that can do to make themselves forget.

It’s pretty clear that Mon-El favors the latter.

MON-EL: Yeah, I know it's a long shot, but any chance there was a response to that signal I sent to Daxam? I mean, I can't be the only one left, right?

ALEX: I'm sorry, but, no.

(long pause)

MON-EL: Right, uh... Anyway, enough of those... Those dreary thoughts, right? So, what do you guys do for fun around here? Do you drink or dance or... Oh, hey, do they play Garata here?

ALEX: What's Garata?

KARA: It's like soccer, with dragons.

WINN: No, not that. Uh, we have PlayStation.

MON-EL: Great. So, when do we get out of here and do that... That thing you just said?

-- Episode 02x04 Survivors

His first reaction to learning his planet is gone (and, indeed, there was no response to his distress signal, which cements this idea) is to “go out and have fun.” While this might seem like evidence of him being a “frat boy,” a lot of people handle grief/pain/sorrow like this. For those of us who handle it in other ways (such as brooding/throwing themselves into work), this seems impossible. How can you go out and have fun when you’re feeling so horrible? How can you laugh and smile when you’ve lost everything?

Nevertheless, it is a common copping mechanism, and just as valid as any other someone might use to pull themselves up after a tremendous loss.

Chances are, Mon-El earned his reputation of “frat boy of the universe” from this particularly coping strategy. It also implies that he was deeply unhappy with his life as it was on Daxam. That might be because he opposed institutions like slavery but had no means by which to end them (even though he was going to be king and therefore would be - in theory - the most powerful person on the planet, it’s likely that his true power was limited by factions--including major factions that supported slavery).

We also know that on Daxam, marriages are arranged from birth.

“On Daxam, we had arranged marriages, chosen for you at birth. You reach a certain age, boom. You're latched to that person.”

-- Mon-El in episode 02x07 The Darkest Place

This suggests that Mon-El, even as the Prince of Daxam, had no choice when it came to who he spent the rest of his life with, which is pretty restrictive compared even with the monarchies of earth. He can have all the power of a monarchy, but he had no choice in any of the major life-choices anyone on earth might have.

However, while Mon-El says their marriages are arranged, there are a number of things that imply that there is some wiggle room on this notion.

MON-EL: I've come to challenge you, Mxyzptlk.

MXYZPTLK: A Daxamite duel? I never had one of those before. For Kara's hand?

MON-EL: Yes.

MXYZPTLK: To the death?

MON-EL: Yes.

MXYZPTLK: I accept.

MON-EL: Good.

-- Episode 02x13 Mr. & Mrs. Mxyzptlk

Daxamite duels for someone’s hand are known my Mxy, which suggests that not everyone on Daxam had such strict arrange marriages. It’s likely something that those in the Royal Court had, but those outside of royalty didn’t have to deal with. It’s likely that a lot of his personal choices (who to marry, how to behave) were dictated entirely by his position.

He also says that his parents “weren’t exactly role models” (02x04 Survivors) and his father “wasn’t a good man” (02x14 Homecoming). He specifically mentions that he disagreed with certain things happening on Daxam, too.

JO: Slaving is a big business on Maaldoria.

MON-EL: Wait, this is Maaldoria?

KARA: You know where we are?

MON-EL: The locals call it Slavers' Moon. The royal family on Daxam used to buy their slaves here.

KARA: I forgot they had slavery on Daxam.

MON-EL: There were a lot of things there I didn't agree with.

-- Episode 02x09 Supergirl Lives

So while Mon-El hasn’t come out and said it directly, it’s been heavily implied that he was very unhappy on Daxam, despite whatever power a planetary prince might wield.

In fact, when he does comment on things on Daxam, he says very little in terms of who he was or how he lived. The sole exception was a backhanded comment he made after an argument with Kara:

“Things were a lot easier on Daxam, when I objectified women and didn't care about anyone.”

-- Mon-El in episode 02x13 Mr. & Mrs. Mxyzptlk

I’m guessing he didn’t care about anyone because caring for people was dangerous - it gave people leverage over him. I have to guess because we know precious little about his life on Daxam.

We have further evidence that Mon-El tends to drown his sorrows when he faces off against something overwhelming when he sees what Parasite has done to Kara and J’onn.

ALEX: Thirsty?

MON-EL: Not particularly. I've just found that drinking is the fastest way to get drunk, so...

ALEX: This city could really use a hero right about now.

MON-EL: Fighting rampaging creatures isn't on my resume.

ALEX: Oh, that's right... but beating people up for money is though, right?

MON-EL: Hey, here's an idea. Why don't you go believe in somebody else, Alex? Thanks.

ALEX: I don't believe in you, Mon-El. I suspect you're a coward, and that you would run at the first sign of danger... My sister, she's the one who believes in you. That's why she's so upset with you all the time. She thinks you have potential. To make a difference, like she does. To be hero.

MON-EL: I don't know how.

ALEX: You can start by standing up. Like the rest of us.

-- Episode 02x06 Changing

Mon-El eventually ends up working at the Alien Bar (02x09 Supergirl Lives), a place where he supposedly spends most of his time (02x07 The Darkest Place), after the Medusa virus is unleashed there. He spends a lot of time drinking and socializing, but it’s less about him being a frat boy and more about him struggling. He covers his sorrow with glibness and comedy. He drinks his pain away. He’d rather drink himself under the table than face off against Parasite.

He runs and hides when he’s overwhelmed. That doesn’t make him a bad person or a “frat boy,” it means he’s in pain and trying to cope.

PART TWO: HE DOESN’T LISTEN One of the “annoying” issues with Mon-El is that he frequently doesn’t listen to those around him, especially Kara. While this is true, he has been learning from his mistakes. For example, when he accidentally harmed two humans in a bar:

MON-EL: It's not Winn's fault. Hey, I... I tricked him...

KARA: Winn will be fine. And those guys you hurt will recover. But you shouldn't have been out there.

MON-EL: Hank told me I needed to stay here because it wasn't safe. But he didn't mean for me. He meant it wasn't safe for humans. From me.

KARA: After I first got to Earth, I went to my junior prom. And Scott Klein asked me to dance. I stepped on his foot and I broke three of his toes. It's just gonna take some time to get used to having these abilities and... And living in the world.

-- Episode 02x04 Survivors

Mon-El immediately takes responsibility for his actions and does his best to protect Winn from any fall out. He hadn’t realized that other people were the ones in danger - he thought he was the only one in danger. Once he recognized this, he says, “I promise that I will do as I'm told from now on” (02x04 Survivors).

During their unintended jaunt into Maaldoria, Mon-El constantly suggests that they save themselves, yet he follows Kara’s lead, down to walking into the lion’s den and surrendering to capture when he could’ve continued to hid with Jo (02x09 Supergirl Lives).

When facing Faux-Livewires for the first time, he “leaves his post” to help Kara fight them off, leading to a cop and Guardian being injured (02x10 We Can Be Heroes). However, at the end of this episode, when Supergirl instructs him and Guardian to take down the Faux-Livewires while she saves the original, he doesn’t question her or leave his post (02x10 We Can Be Heroes). This suggests he can and does listen to Kara - and, more importantly, that he learns from him mistakes.

Of course, in 02x13 Mr. & Mrs. Mxyzptlk, he doesn’t react well to Mxy’s sudden appearance. He withholds what little he knows about fifth dimensional beings, suggests that they kill Mxy, and challenges him to a duel. Given that we didn’t see much of him in 02x11 The Martian Chronicles or in 02x12 Luthors, the audience can easily conclude that Mon-El has not, in fact, learned from his mistakes with Faux-Livewires in 02x10 We Can Be Heroes.

However, when it comes to Mxy, Mon-El is more aware of how dangerous the imp is. He also has to deal with a cultural norm established on Daxam - that is, that fighting a duel for someone’s hand is an acceptable norm.

While Mon-El is repeating his mistakes/not listening to Kara, Kara is likewise not listening to him. Last time it was far more “Mon-El is wrong and should’ve listened to Kara,” but this time, both of them are wrong. This is something Kara admits, just not to Mon-El:

J’ONN: Where is Mxyzptlk now?

KARA: I don't know. He snapped away. I thought he was just after me, but he almost killed those guys. He's a lot more dangerous than I thought.

J’ONN: Agreed.

-- Mon-El in episode 02x13 Mr. & Mrs. Mxyzptlk

Mon-El had already said that imps were “dangerous, very dangerous” and that Daxam had a “a zero tolerance policy,” even though they “knew how to party.” J’onn described their abilities - down to moving an entire mountain range - and Kara doesn’t seem to worry about it.

Mon-El tries, twice, to get Kara to take Mxy as a serious threat. Both times she says she’ll handle it and shuts him down with little indication that she has heard Mon-El’s warnings. Yes, it was stupid of Mon-El to go off and try to handle Mxy on his own terms, but part of this was his reaction to Kara’s dismissing his warnings. He should’ve gone to J’onn with his concerns; instead, he runs off and essentially loses the DEO’s only weapon against fifth dimensional beings in the fray.

However, he does apologize for what he’s done and admits to his own jealousy.

Furthermore, he follows Kara’s lead on the bomb situation despite his suspicions of Jeremiah, joining her and Alex on the mission to recover “the bomb,” which he does not believe exists (02x14 Homecoming). He’s right there with them, backing them up, even though he thinks they should be wary of Jeremiah. This shows that his lessons from faux-Livewire and Mxy have both left a lasting impression. He’s new to the superhero thing, so it’s important to listen to those with more experience. Even when he thinks he knows better--and even when (as it turns out) he’s right.

So, no, he doesn’t always “listen,” but he has learned from those mistakes and has shown recently that he can - and will - listen to others despite his own perceptions/concerns.

PART THREE: HE’S ABUSIVE I’m not following this logic. Every time that Kara has rejected Mon-El (which, BTW is A LOT), he has always respectfully walked away from the situation. Consider the following:

Admitting he protected her in faux-Livewire attack because he has feelings for her (02x10 We Can Be Heroes)

When Kara tells him she would never be with him because “It's... It's the way you are,” he tells her he’s going over there and leaves the very, very uncomfortable situation (02x11 The Martian Chronicles)

He supports her judgement of Lena after her rejection, even though he has already given up on changing her mind (02x12 Luthors).

When he can’t persuade Kara not to marry Mxy and he discovers that she also won’t be his (superhero) partner anymore, he leaves once she insists he does so by opening the door (02x13 Mr. & Mrs. Mxyzptlk).

When Kara asks him not to leave yet, he says that he understand that she thinks they’re not a good match and he respects it -- thus, he is prepared to leave the apartment and no longer poke at this painful subject (02x13 Mr. & Mrs. Mxyzptlk).

It would be so easy for anyone to lose their temper in these situations and say something ugly, but instead he verbally accepts what she’s said and does his best to leave on as friendly of terms as he can.

So why do people read him as abusive? He has only made a choice few comments to Kara that are admittedly quite mean:

KARA: You are so selfish.

MON-EL: Okay.

(Mon-El attempts to leave but turns back when Kara speaks)

KARA: I don't know what else I should have expected from a...

MON-EL: From what? From a Daxamite? KARA: I didn't say that. MON-EL: Yeah, but you were going to, Kara. Okay, I may have your powers but I don't have this... This innate desire to go leaping into trouble. But that doesn't make me a bad person, all right? KARA: It kind of does. MON-EL: No, it doesn't. You're no saint, Kara Zor-El! KARA: Excuse me? MON-EL: You fly around, rescuing people, like you're just pure of heart. But that is crap. Because you love that attention. You love people loving you. You are not selfless. KARA: And you are no hero. I thought you could be, but I was wrong.

-- Episode 02x06 Changing, emphasis mine

Of the things he says to her, this is the worst. Namely, she’s not a saint. She loves the attention of being a superhero.

You know, as far as insults go, I’ve heard better. Add that to the fact that she has insulted his (deceased) planet/race quite a lot, and I’d say he’s given her a ridiculous amount of respect, given her attitude towards Daxam. Heck, even when he remarks about Krypton, the worst he says is “self-righteous” (in regards to the glyph on her chest - 02x03 Welcome to Earth) and a “planet of snobs” in jest (02x04 Survivors).

Yes, he does argue with Kara. He argues with her the entire time on Maaldoria, saying they should go back. Yet he willingly goes into the lion’s den despite his reservations, follows her plan, and even submits to capture (02x09 Supergirl Lives). He also argues with her on how she handles Mxy as well as how she apparently gives Mxy a free pass on his behavior, yet she acts like Mon-El is to blame because he didn’t tell her about getting the trickster to say his name backwards is key to making him leave (02x13 Mr. & Mrs. Mxyzptlk).

Arguing with someone isn’t the same thing as abuse, and the arguments between Kara and Mon-El aren’t abusive at all. They disagree. They squabble. With respect.

So, no, not abusive, either.

#supergirl #supergirl meta #mon-el #mon-el meta #mon el #mon el meta #not a frat boy #not abusive #not a unicorn #not a mary sue #karamel #a little bit of karamel #karamel meta

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Thanks to Trump, I'm a Twitter Junkie

Where was I? Oh right, Trump and Twitter.

Technically, President Trump didn’t get me to check out Twitter. I’ve had Twitter since May 2008 (thanks Twitter). However, I rarely, if ever checked my Twitter. I posted a whole bunch in 2008, but it was silly mundane things like “Back home... finishing some books and watching Dr. Phil.” For me, Twitter never took off. I’m much more of a Facebook girl.

My lame tweets

I talk to everyone on Facebook. I might not always share stuff (sometimes I’m boring, SERIOUSLY) but I check Facebook at least once a day.

Some people do way worse things than check Facebook every day.

Stop judging me!

I tend to look for things I like on Facebook such as local restaurants (Java Babas), politicians (Bernie Sanders), and businesses (Vermont Country Store). I also follow actors and directors I enjoy (George Takei and Kevin Smith). I follow artists I like Tori Amos, Sting, and Gaelic Storm – yes, I have random music tastes! A few likes for TV shows or movies get added to the mix - The Lord of the Rings, Doctor Who, and AGENTS of S.H.I.E.L.D, to name a few. In short, I follow things I like on Facebook. I added Shadowhunters this past summer because, oddly enough, I liked it and I wanted to stay in the loop.

When the election happened this fall, I was more apt to post things to Facebook that agreed with my political views. I quickly learned that posting anything political became fodder for comments I truly didn’t care to deal with. It’s my prerogative if I want to #Resist, even if I’m too introverted to participate in things like the Women’s March. It seemed a natural progression to invest more time in Twitter once Trump was elected, if only to stay on top of his insane Tweets.

President Donald Trump's Twitter Feed

Seriously, this is going to come back to Shadowhunters, I PROMISE!

So I started to used Twitter to follow rogue sites like RealDonaldContext, AltYellowstoneNatPar, RogueDeptOfEducation and Rogue POTUS Staff. There are SO MANY sites that it’s overwhelming and depressing. Yes, depressing. There’s just so much going on. I mean, I’m still pretty upset about the Bowling Green Massacre, but I’m learning to cope.

Alt/Rogue sites I follow

Somewhere between rogue twitter sites, fake news, and Facebook fandom, I can across a Facebook live video of the cast of Shadowhunters. I think I may have seen part of one before, but I most clearly remember one with Alberto Rosende and Dominic Sherwood in the Tweet Suite just before the Iron Sisters episode (02x06). I learned it was Dominic’s birthday and that he’s English, meaning that he has to adjust his accent when filming. Alberto’s favorite on-set snack is a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich with banana and he voted for the Falcons during the Super Bowl. Those two have some particularly amusing off-camera chemistry.

But more importantly, it was during that video that I learned about live tweeting at #Shadowhunterschat.

#shadowhunters

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2.01 || 2.06

#good omens 2 spoilers #ineffable husbands #ineffable bureaucracy #aziracrow #boxfly #crowley x aziraphale #gabriel x beelzebub #david tennant #michael sheen #shelley conn #jon hamm #goodomensedit #filmtvcentral #*the arrival (02x01)#*every day (02x06)#dakotasvibe #userligaya #shelley conn's so pretty #*500

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You're the hard bitten one, the can't trust anyone ever again, and Mr. Whenever He Is is the soft one who still believes in magic and people being basically good and all that. Why are you telling me this? I don't understand. That's why she's telling you. Because you don't understand.

#good omens 2 spoilers #aziracrow #crowley #nina x maggie #vinylatte #david tennant #nina sosanya #maggie service #goodomensedit #*every day (02x06)#dakotasvibe #userligaya #he sillied. until he didn't #she's never gonna trust anyone ever again after That until they get back together i fear #the way nina stares at maggie in the 6th gif tho

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Caught In Between Master List

Tag: TVDCIB

New part every Tuesday

Taglist Open!

Summary: Athena Dumont has finally found a place to call home after many years of foster homes and traveling. She had finally tamed her supernatural side and just wanted to live a normal teenage life. She quickly discovers that there is nothing normal about her hometown, Mystic Falls and gets sucked right back into the supernatural world.

00. Athena Dumont

Season 2

01. New Beginnings || 02x06 “Plan B”

02. New Wolf, Same Problems || 02x07 “Masquerade”

03. Hello…Goodbye || 2x08 “Rose”

04. The Sun and Moon Curse || 02x09 “Katerina” | 02x10 “The Sacrifice” | 02x11 “By Light of the Moon”

05. Dinner Party || 02x15 “The Dinner Party”

06. A Night Out || 02x16 “The House Guest”

07. Bodysnatcher | |02x18 “The Last Dance”

08. Sacrifice || 02x19 “Klaus”, 02x20 “The Last Day” | 02x21 “The Sun Also Rises”

09. Deal? || 02x22 “As I Lay Dying”

Season 3

10. Failed Experiment || 03x01 “The Birthday” | 03x02 “The Hybrid”

11. Windy City || 03x03 “The End of the Affair”

12. The Necklace || 03x04 “Disturbing Behavior”

13. Successes || 03x05 “The Reckoning”

14. Confessions || 03x06 “Smells Like Teen Spirit”

15. Flutters || 03x08 “Ordinary People” | 03x09 “Homecoming”

16. False Promises || 03x13 “Bringing Out the Dead”

17. Little Sparks || 03x14 “Dangerous Liaisons”

18. Lost In Thought || 03x15 “All My Children”

19. One Down || 03x18 “The Murder of One”

20. One More Loss || 03x20 “Do Not Go Gentle”

21. Torn Heart || 03x21 “Before Sunset”

22. Matter of Time || 03x22 “The Departed”

Season 4

23. Changes || 04x01 “Growing Pains”

24. House Arrest || 04x03 “The Rager”

25. Finally Free || 04x05 “The Killer”

26. Fallen Friend || 04x06 “We all Go a Little Mad Sometimes”

27. Miss Mystic Falls || 04x07 “My Brothers Keeper”

28. The Man Behind the Devil || 04x09 “O Come, All Ye Faithful”

29. Vacation? Not Really. || 04x10 “After School Special”

30. Freezer Talk || 04x11 “Catch Me If You Can”

31. Sliver of Hope || 04x12 “A View to a Kill”

32. Decoding a Cryptex || 04x13 “Into the Wild” | 04x14 “Down the Rabbit Hole”

33. Debrief || 04x15 “Stand By Me”

34. The Final Location || 04x17 “Because the Night” | 04x18 “American Gothic”

35. Not so Magical Prom || 04x19 “Pictures of You”

36. Rite of Passage || 04x23 “Graduation”

Continue the series...

Under A New Moon

#the vampire diaries #the originals #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries rewrite #the vampire diaries series #the originals imagine #the originals rewrite #the originals series #hyperionmaster #TVDCIB

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Virago 17. Insight.

Summary: Y/N was sent to the ground after spending five years in the Skybox for stealing medical supplies and murder. How will she deal with her new environment and learn to survive on earth? Will she crack under the pressure of becoming a leader of the 100 or will she embrace it.

Post Date: 09.25.20

Word count: 1.2k

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Based off: 02x06 “Fog of War”

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Once you all got a hold of yourselves you all trekked back to camp. It was night again once you all made it back. Bellamy wanted to have a sit-down talk about Mount Weather with you and Clarke.

“Okay, tell me again,” Bellamy asks.

“It’s a labyrinth. We got to the dam through this tunnel. It’s all connected to the mine system. That’s our way in,” You explain pointing at Clarke’s drawing.

“Sure, if we can get past the reapers and the Mountain men. I swear to god, if your mom, Clarke, doesn’t sanction a mission soon… I’m going by myself,” Bellamy states.

“You won’t be by yourself,” Clarke says. You and Clarke notice as Finn makes his way out of the Ark.

“I guess the inquisition’s over,” Bellamy says turning around. “How’s Finn doing, anyway?” Bellamy asks turning back around.

“I haven’t talked to him since we got back. I don’t know what to say. He just kept shooting,” Clarke responds.

“We’re at war, Clarke. We’ve all done things,” Bellamy states.

“Hey,” Finn says as he gets to us.

“Hey,” Bellamy says instead. Bellamy and I notice the little stare-off that Clarke and Finn were locked in, “Next rounds on me,” Bellamy says getting up.

“I’ll help you,” You respond, knowing you should give the two privacy.

“So how you been? I mean since you got back. We haven’t had much time to catch up,” Bellamy asks as you two go get drinks.

“I’m good. Things still hurt but I’m getting better. You?” You ask back.

“I’m good too. Better now that you’re back,” He smiles. “Three drinks,” Bellamy says getting to the table.

“Well, I’m just glad to know you all are safe,” You respond as the man hands you three cups. You walk back to the table but find that Clarke is gone.

“Well, I guess this is ours,” Bellamy says.

“Splitsies?” You ask. Bellamy then pours half of the third drink into your cup and the other half in his.

The next morning Clarke explained to you that they all plan to head out to Mount Weather again. You get ready and wait to meet up with everyone. To your surprise, Abby Griffin and a few other guards were coming along as well.

“I can’t believe they let Finn come,” Octavia says as you all trek through the forest.

“He’s the best tracker we’ve got,” Bellamy states. “Don’t forget to look up. The grounders use the trees. That’s how we lost John Mbege,” Bellamy says.

After a few more hours of walking through the forest, you all stop to take a small break and to figure out where you all were, “There. I see it,” Raven says as she looked through the binoculars.

“It’ll be dark soon. We’ll never spot the traps. We should set up camp here. Leave at first light,” Clarke says after seeing what Raven was looking at. As you, Rave and, Clarke leave Abby announces that two people are missing. After Clarke and her mom have a little quarrel, Abby tells a guard to go find Bellamy and Octavia.

“I’m going with them,” Finn says picking up a gun.

“Finn, wait,” Clarke says.

“We need you here,” Raven steps in front of Finn.

“Why? So you can keep an eye on me?” Finn asks annoyed. “You’d have to be able to look at me to do that,” He protests noticing Clarkes look.

“Finn,” Raven says stepping closer to him.

“What do you think I’m gonna do?” Finn asks jolting back.

“Finn,” Clarke says as Finn walks away pissed. “I’ll go get him,” Clarke says following him.

Not soon after you notice the acid fog as you all set up camp, “Quick! Get in your tents, acid fog!” You yell to the remaining group. You quickly get into a tent with Raven and Abby.

“Clarke, Clarke. Do you read me?” Abby says into the radio.

“We’re closer to the source. It’s swallowing short-range now too,” Raven says.

“Clarke, do you read me?” Abby asks into the radio again.

“Clarke and Finn know these woods,” You state.

“She left her pack, and her tent is in it,” Abby states back.

“They’ll find shelter,” Raven says fiddling with her radio device. Soon enough you hear warped voices over her radio.

“What is that?” Abby asks.

“I don’t know. It sounds like they’re jamming every frequency but this one. You hear that? This one’s clear,” Raven says.

“That sounds clear to you?” You ask while muffled voices were still coming through.

“It will be once I crack the encryption,” Raven says.

“English, Rave. What does that mean?” Abby asks.

“It means we’ll be able to listen in on Mount Weather,” Raven reveals. Raven continues to fiddle with her radio device as you wait for the fog to clear.

“What’s taking so long?” Abby asks impatiently.

“I almost got it. They’re using a type of audio modulation here, like a feedback loop. I just need to pinpoint the origin of the loop, home in on the pure transmission. Just need to find the right…” Raven says as she continues to fiddle. Soon enough a clear voice comes over the radio.

“Check the other side and report back, over,” A man’s voice says.

“You did it,” Abby smiles.

“Checking the western boundary. Stand by. Over. No signs of life, over,” Another man says over the radio.

“Has the veil lifted yet? Over,” The first man says.

“Negative, sir. Coverage is still 90 percent. Over,” The second man responds.

“Keep searching. If they pop up, hit them again, over and out,” The first man says.

“The veil,” Abby says.

“They’re talking about the fog. It’s a weapon,” You say.

“Which means they attacked us,” Raven says.

Abby looks out the small window to see that the fog is still there, “ Sargent Porter,” She says.

“Yes, ma’am,” He responds from another tent.

“Build your bomb. When that fog lifts, take the tower down. Copy?” Abby orders.

“I copy, ma’am,” He responds as Raven shakes her head.

“What’s wrong?” Abby asks taking notice of Raven’s look.

“We’re listening to the enemy. Blow the antenna, we won’t be able to do that,” Raven says.

“Don’t blow it and we won’t make contact with any other Ark survivors. We need those reinforcements, Raven,” Abby says back.

“Tough call,” You say.

“I know what Clarke would do,” Raven says.

Once the fog lifted, you and the others waited for the rest to make it back. After a few minutes passed, Clarke and Finn returned, “Bellamy and Octavia?” Clarke asks.

“They know to rendezvous here,” Abby responds.

“Have you tried to radio?” Clarke asks.

“Still jammed,” Raven answers.

“You didn’t blow the tower,” Clarke says realizing we can’t talk to anyone still.

“Raven figured out a way that we could listen to Mount Weather. If we took out the antenna we wouldn’t be able to do that,” You say.

“What about the other Ark stations?” Clarke asks.

“We don’t know if they made it. What we do know is that 47 of our people are being held prisoner in that mountain. We’re gonna get them out,” Abby says before pulling Clarke into a hug.

“Help!” You hear someone say in the distance.

“Stay here, Chancellor,” A guard says to Abby as he runs off. As the guards hold their guns up to the man he comes out of the forest. To your surprise, it was Thelonius Jaha, just one more person you didn’t want to see.

“Stand down,” He says pushing the guards gun down.

“Thelonius?” Abby asks quietly.

“I have a message from the commander. Leave...or die. We have two days,” He says out of breath.

A/N: Wow this week is full of fillers. Hope you all enjoyed this filler.

#The 100 #the 100 imagine #the 100 series #the 100 rewrite #bellamy blake #bellamy blake x reader #clarke griffin #abby griffin #octavia blake #Finn Collins #raven reyes #Thelonius Jaha #100virago

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