IT'S NOT THAT COMPLICATED...

canon divergent clarke griffin of the 100 / fc: olivia holt / est. 2015, re. est. 2025 crossover & au friendly / promo credit: @inkedwaters

My Lady Jane 〡 1x04

the familiarity of the situation is not lost on him. elevators. always an elevator. lips press together, resting his back against the cool steel of the nearest wall, arms folded across his chest, resisting the urge to tap his foot against the floor. " you know, they used to play music in these things. " he muses, a way to break the charged silence that had fallen when the thing had shuddered to a halt, gaze shifting to the brunette, an attempt at a smile curving the corners of his lips. " feels like something they should bring back. " idle chatter. he doesn't know her, but the silence was making the walls feel too tight.

her gaze flicks to the glowing number on the display: seven. her eyes roll at the sight, restraining a sigh at the dramatic antics of her current partner. the silence otherwise undisturbed, she clocks the slight movement of the only other occupant of this elevator, leaning back against the wall, without looking. his unexpected comment prompts a small laugh from her, gaze sliding to meet his in the mirrored surface of the doors. " they had elevators in the stone ages? " she retorts, a hint of a smile pulling at her lips in return. she can't resist the small dig, as much as the other reminds her a bit of her brother. her brother, who happened to be back in a facility to which she could not return without a completed mission. a chill slides down her back at that, will solidifying even as she mimics his own nonchalance by twisting to lean against the wall to his left. " i don't know, depending on how long we're stuck in here, it might be a blessing. " it's at that particular moment that sirens start going off in the building, making her raise her brows and turn back towards the door. " some kind of technical breakdown? " she hypothesizes, the feigned confusion a cover up for her real role her today: distraction and containment if necessary while seven carried out the rest of the mission.

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brows dip into a scowl at her shocked expression, eyes lifting to the sky as she exhales a huff through her nostrils. " if you're lying, trust me, busy markets will be the least of your problems. " arms fold over her chest, though her offer surprises her enough for a brow to lift, head tilting slightly to the side. " are you being serious...? " it seemed much too kind an offer, especially considering the hatred in most people's eyes when they looked at her, realised what she was. " you're not from around here, are you olive ? " her realisation is spoken quietly, realising now the attention she might have drawn to them both, the danger. " fine. come on then. i'm hungry anyway. "

alarm makes her eyes widen, but her smile is still bright and innocent as she shakes her head, laughing softly, if with a hint of hysterics. " why would i lie? i certainly believe you'd be the wrong person here to cross! " color drains from her face slightly at the question, mouth going dry as she glances around them furtively. her smile is held in place by sheer force of will at this point, her reply strained as she looks back to the other. " what makes you think that? " her heart is racing now, hardly assuaged at the agreement, only mildly calming once they're inside the tent and at least somewhat removed from the wider public. so much for her hopes and dreams of attending a market. the reminder of dru hits hard as she rummages in her pouch for the coins they'd stashed away when she reaches the vendor's table, heart thumping painfully in her chest. a couple of sticky buns in hand, she turns to the other with a renewed apologetic smile. " sorry, again. i hope this makes up for the inconvenience. "

What did you say?

he knows that she is right when she speaks of his home, but it still causes a stone to settle in his gut. thoughts turn to all the other men and women that truly believed they were doing good working for those monsters, that had been made to believe from birth that they were on the right side. softly he clears his throat, shoulders lifting in half shrug. " perhaps. i only hope i did not find my will too late. " he remains completely still whilst she moves around the room, silently assessing the damage to his body himself until she offers the medication he declined. surprise flashes across his face for a flicker of a second, hands lifting reluctantly to take it from her. the use of his name comes as a constant shock, but this time feels different, his name giving her words more weight in a way he cannot quite understand yet. " i will take the medicine for now. only until i feel stronger. " wide eyes shift from the medicine to her face, studying her intently, trying to figure her out. " you are not scared of me. " he murmurs, confusion clear in his tone, though he isn't certain he meant to speak the words aloud.

his acceptance prompts a genuine smile from her, shoulders releasing a bit of concerned tension when he agrees to take the treatment for now. " i will take that as a compromise, " she replies lightly, almost bordering on a joke, though he doesn't seem much for humor. given his history, she can't blame him for it either. still, in her experience, a bit of levity can go a long way in a healing journey. at his question, because it is a question despite being issued as a statement, she tilts her head, smile remaining still well in place. " that seems highly unnecessary when you have done nothing to cause such. " the words are gentle, holding his gaze so he can see the warmth and sincerity there. shifting back to lean against the counter, she holds the clipboard tight to her chest. " i'm sorry if others have been treating you that way. i hope that will resolve with time. "

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