Tegan missed Clarke. Plain and simple. She thought the distance would help, thought Shay- with her wide brown eyes, carefree attitude and soft smile- would help. And it did, really. But it didn’t take away the yearning Tegan had for something that would never be hers, that she could never had. Over the last month, Tegan had grown to care for Shay, despite their relationship stemming from adrenaline laced dangerous games they were playing, with themselves, and with their people. She had watched Shay fall apart in front of her in a desperate search for her daughter. That had been familiar with Tegan. Clarke had been gone 67 days before she saw her face again. And she understood. Caring was easy in the face of fear so Tegan cared for her. But she missed Clarke, and perhaps she always would. Here she was again, injured and heading to the medical bay both hoping that Clarke was and wasn’t there, if only to catch a glimpse that would heal Tegan’s soul like a prayer. Tegan’s hand was pressed against her shoulder, blood gushing from a cut that she knew would need stitches. She could feel the pulse of her heart against the wound, and she felt the way it accelerated when her eyes finally locked with Clarke. Her eyes widened, she swallowed, nodded and stepped forward. @sky-clarke