#criminallyjasper

She wasn’t one for blackmail. Not usually. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and while she didn’t normally care about other people’s business, when she went hunting, she usually found what she was looking for and as it turned out, Octavia Blake wasn’t the only one in camp with a grounder to protect. 

So she slipped into the room quietly, warned for the fourth time in the last three minutes that she had to be extremely quiet and that the guard would knock when her time was up. 

She hadn’t expected the extent of the injuries. She’d braced herself for him to look worse, skinnier, bruised, defiant. She hadn’t expected so much dried blood, so much obvious pain in the way he held himself, and she felt her infamous tamper flare dangerously, taking a second before she even trusted herself to speak without screaming for Pike so she could beat him with the nearest blunt object. 

Once she was confident she wouldn’t reveal her being here, she fell next to him, reaching out to touch one of the only unbruised or bloodied parts of him that she could see. “What did they do you?” She whispered, her voice horrified. 

She nodded to the guard, and when he didn’t leave her alone in the room she lifted an eyebrow, snapping at him. “Thank you bye take the hint.” Reluctantly, he left, and she turned back to the boy she couldn’t decide if she wanted to hug or throttle. She couldn’t believe he was choosing to sit here and rot in a cell (whether it looked like a room or not the fact still stood; it was a cell) rather than save his own skin and just tell Charles and the others where the kids were. It wasn’t like they weren’t eventually going to go looking and find them; how original did they think they were, hiding in the nearest fortified safe haven? 

But she did neither, just went to sit near him, trying not to say what was on her mind, just offered a plate of food. She’d heard- though Hannah had briefly tried to deny it, Charles hadn’t bothered- that they were withholding most of his food to try to get him to talk. And she assumed the reason they let her bring the food she had to him; trust. 

Well. She didn’t need food for Jasper to trust her, but she wasn’t about to say no to the opportunity to get him a little more. “Some of the boys caught I think they said it was a panther; I wasn’t sure if you liked it down here but I figured better than nothing.” 

[Approaching Mount Weather]

One foot in front of the other. Just don’t stop, if you stop, you may not start again.

She’d known this wasn’t going to be easy. Compared with the anxious, crawling feeling slithering under her skin, even Arcadia had been easy. Listening to Kane had been easier than this. Stealing Pike’s journal: simple comparatively. Sneaking out of camp had been a mental breeze compared to walking up to the doors of Mount Weather.

Screaming, crying, eyes watching her people being dragged away, hands holding her arms, dragging her down halls, bloody bodies lying prone on tables, a reminder of what she would have looked like if she hadn’t been saved. Memories assaulted her and she tried to keep a straight face as Clarke and Bellamy pulled open the door to lead them in. She succeeded with her expression, but her arms, crossed and clutching herself, were shaking. She was lucky her jacket was thick, her nails digging into her arms could have drawn blood if there wasn’t a jacket and a shirt between them and her skin. She was so distracted trying to seem unaffected, she didn’t even realize Jasper had come up next to her.

Just one foot in front of the other.