The 100 Dead Characters Appreciation Week 2018
Day 2: Favorite Scene:Â Jasper and Monty -Â Add It Up
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The 100 Dead Characters Appreciation Week 2018
Day 2: Favorite Scene:Â Jasper and Monty -Â Add It Up

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Dead Character Appreciation Week
Day 1 - Favourite Lost Relationship
Sea Mechanic
It had only been a few days back on the ground when Raven finally got a chance to find a pond. Diyoza let them out to bathe, and Raven asked to be allowed to find some water in the valley, because six years in space had been a long time without submerging herself in water. Thankfully, Diyoza understood, and extended the range on her collar so she could go, and she dragged herself through the forest. She found a deep pool of water with a small waterfall a ways away from camp, and stripped down to nothing, climbing into the cool water. She let herself float for a minute, the water surrounding her, holding her up. She felt the ease of it on her leg, the relief in her hip. She felt her hair swirling around her, heavy with the water. She ducked under, fully submerged, and let the water fill her ears. She usually hated the feeling, and it would be a pain to get out later, but as the water broke the seal and filled her ears, it hushed everything. The sounds became dull, muffled by the water, and she just stayed down there as long as she could, until her lungs ached in her chest, and she lifted herself just enough to take a breath, her head still mostly under. She repeated that about 5 times, just to feel the quiet. The hum of machines had never been anything that bothered her, but after a year or so on the ground, the inability to ever find silence was sometimes irritating, and so she revelled in it now.Â
She took the soap from her pile of clothes and washed her skin, letting the suds cover her, scrubbing into her scalp and coating her hair down to the ends, watching as the soap bubbles spread out across the water. She was rinsing the soap from her hair when she felt the first drop.Â
Rain.Â
It had been years since sheâd felt rain.Â
The drops started slowly at first, just a few speckling the tops of the water, and she climbed out of the pool to hide her clothes in a nearby cave to keep them dry, and then climbed back into the pool. The water started to fall harder, until it was pouring, pounding on the water. She ducked back under and listened as the rain beat heavy on the surface. She emerged back up, letting the water pour on her, turning her head to the sky as the water fell. She tried to remember the last time she had felt rain like this, pounding, pouring from the sky. She couldnât remember. The last few months on earth, rain was a threat, the chance it would turn to acid at any moment too great to take.Â
The water all around her, the water pouring on her skin, she felt her heart clench in a way it hadnât in a long time.Â
A soft voice replayed in her mind.Â
Ai give ai op
Gon nemiyon
Kom lanik-de
She felt warm water roll down her cheeks, and it took her a minute to realise she was crying.Â
In this pool of water, she was crying. The salty water poured over her cheeks, blurring her vision, mixing into the pool of water and the rain fall, and her heart ached.Â
Luna.Â
She let herself sob, just let all of her grief pour out of her. It had been bottled up for so long, she wasnât sure she ever even felt it at all. She had sort of let herself believe that sheâd come back to earth and there Luna would be, with her thick curls framing her face and her soft smile dancing in her eyes. Sheâd ask Raven something too philosophical for normal conversation, and Ravenâs heart would jump in her chest like it always did when Luna spoke, her voice so soft and kind. She had let herself believe it, even when she knew it wasnât true, because the thought of a world without Luna in it was a dark and horrible thought. She wasnât even sure she was ever going to get them back down, so she just let herself pretend.Â
But here, surrounded by the water on all sides, Lunaâs face was all she could see. The details of her face were hazy, and she knew the voice wasnât quite right. How deep was the brown of her eyes? Which way did her curls fall? How exactly was the inflection on that prayer again? She had lost her, all but the fragments. Luna was gone.Â
Raven let herself cry, finding a rock in the pool she could sit on, dragging her legs up to her chest and holding them close in to her chest. The rain was still pounding, but it was starting to lessen, and the sound of it beating against the trees was soothing. She sat there until the rain stopped, and when she felt the last drop fall on her shoulder, she wiped her tears away, and her crying stopped too.Â
The rain had come when she needed it most, to remind her of her lost... whatever Luna had been to her. A friend. Maybe something more, if time had been kinder, if the world had been kinder. The smell of wet earth and rain wafted around her and it reminded her of Lunaâs smell, the smell of the sea, which was so clear in her mind even after all this time. She closed her eyes and could almost feel Luna wrapped around her, holding her close, rocking her, soothing her in her time of trouble.Â
Waves of memories came flooding back.Â
On the dock in the sunshine, a gun pointed at Luna, begging her to stay. She regretted that most of all.Â
Watching her be strapped to the table, nothing to do but watch as they stole her life force from her.Â
Watching her fight back, watching her fierceness emerge, the warrior within seep out into the air around her, dark and feral.Â
She tries to remember the last time she looked at Lunaâs face, but it was cloudy. The seizures back then... She wanted to curse ALIE for stealing yet another thing from her.Â
She finally stood, clean and lighter somehow, like the grief of Luna had been a weight she hadnât known she was carrying, and found her clothes to dress. She walked back into camp, and just on the horizon, above the tree line, the moon peaked out in the sky, surrounded by the colours of dusk.Â
âMay we meet again, Luna of the boat people.â She whispered, pressing a kiss into her fingertips, before walking back to the village, a soft smile reaching her eyes.Â
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Dead Character Appreciation WeekÂ
Day 1 - Favourite Lost Relationship
SpacekruÂ
Murphy wakes up from cryo sleep, and is met with the faces of four out of six of his family, Clarke, and a face that is somehow entirely familiar and yet completely foreign. Spacekru learns what happened, and get a chance to say goodbye, as a family.
Murphyâs cryopod opened, and he woke up to Bellamyâs face. He sat up slowly, letting his body react to moving for the first time in 10 years. He stretched and looked around. Everyone but Bellamy, Clarke, and Echo were still in the pods, Ravenâs was sliding open and Clarke was peering through the glass at Madiâs face, and Echo and Bellamy were holding hands and speaking softly. He hopped down, and knelt to the control panel under his own, looking at Emoriâs face through the glass. Her eyes were closed, her head scarf still on, she looked at peace. He punched the button to open her up, and when she opened her eyes, the soft look he was met with made him melt. She leaned up and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight, whispering softly into his ear that she loved him. He smiled and helped her up, and looked expectantly around for someone to go wake up the rest of their friends. Raven started heading down the hall to find them, but bellamy grabbed her arm, and stopped her. His face said something was .... not wrong but different. And then he looked towards the door and saw a new face, somehow unfamiliar and yet wildly recognisable, and he felt something settle in his gut. He took Emoriâs hand, and Jordan Jasper Green introduced himself to his childhood heroes.
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I wrote this fic a while ago, but loosing two of the seven of spacekru broke my heart and I feel like that fits well with today.Â

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