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"Hey Clarke! Why did Renoir become an Impressionist? (He did it for the Monet.) Olive's Garden, Saturday?"
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Overworked
Chapter 1: Overworked
"She should be back by now," Raven muttered, continuing to shake her leg repeatedly as her impatience grew.
Abby had promised Raven she'd be back for lunch after missing dinner due to an emergency in medical. Raven reluctantly accepted, knowing there wasn't much Raven or Abby could do about the situation at this point, and instead resolved to keep herself occupied by tinkering with some old appliances they had gathered in the garage. But after sleeping in the following morning, completing her PT exercises, and finishing her rounds around camp, all Raven could think about was when Abby was getting back. As the minutes passed, so too did Raven's patience, and by twenty after one, she had had enough.
It wouldn't have been the first time Abby had become so consumed in her work that she had lost track of time entirely. In fact, if it weren't for Jackson being with Abby most of the time and urging her to take her break, no one except the patients on the Ark would probably ever get to see her. But today, Raven knew, was different, as Jackson had left medical only a few hours after Raven said goodbye to Abby for the night after completing a forty-eight hour shift. Abby was left to her own devices, so Raven took it upon herself to step in.
"Woah, what's the rush? You look like you just found a new formula for an improved nuke," Wick jogged a few steps to catch up with Raven, laughing at her determined walk.
Raven didn't stop, but instead continued on her path towards medical. "Shut up, Wick."
"Wait, was I right? Because if you did, I-"
"Abby was supposed to be back two hours ago. I'm going to medical to get her out of there before she starts sleep-walking through an operation."
Raven quickened her pace, hoping to leave Wick behind. "Alright, fine, but watch yourself though. You don't want to trip and split something open. Then Abby will be stitching you up in her sleep."
"Ha, funny."
"Bye, Raven."
Raven turned the corner a little too quickly, causing her to stumble into the doorframe of medical. After taking a moment to catch her breath, she walked in, scanning the room for a frantic woman beside one of the patients. No luck. She began walking around the ward, tempted to call out Abby's name, and she would have too if it weren't for the patients who were sleeping.
"She has to be here somewhere," Raven thought to herself.
Raven gently placed a hand on Abby's shoulder, shaking her lightly to try and rouse her. "Abby, wake up. Come on."
Abby fluttered her eyes, slowly coming to and realizing where she was. "Ugh," she moaned, placing her hands over her eyes. "I totally fell asleep in the middle of this. I still have to-"
"Sleep, Abby. You need to sleep. You can get the rest of this done later," Raven finished, looking Abby almost sternly in the eyes to let her know she was serious. "Come on, let's get you to bed. Your back is going to be all sorts of problems if you stay here."
"Fine," Abby submitted. "As long as you'll stop nagging me. You have to promise to wake me up in two hours though. I really need to get this done."
"No, you're getting a full eight hours in."
Raven and Abby proceeded out of medical, but not before Abby woke Jackson from his cot to let him know she was leaving.
"Raven, that all needs to be taken care of by the end of the day. I can't just put it off because I'm tired."
"Six hours."
"Three."
"Four."
"Fine. But you have to promise you'll wake me up."
They walked into their room, Raven pulling back the blankets of their bed as Abby crawled in. Raven smirked. "You don't trust me?"
"Raven."
"What?" she asked innocently, smiling as Abby's expression turned serious.
"You're enjoying this too much."
"What?"
"Nagging me about my health."
"Hey, you're on me all the time about how I need to be taking care of myself. But sometimes the doctor needs a little reminding too."
Raven bent down to kiss the top of Abby's head before pulling the covers back over her.
"Goodnight, Raven," was all Abby said before turning over under the sheets and closing her eyes.
Raven grabbed a book and her now cold chicken and potatoes off the side table before climbing into bed, pulling Abby in a little closer, and she smiled. It may not have been the day she had planned, but it was the one they both needed. "Goodnight, Abby."
Later, Raven found Abby slumped over a cold, metal table with one arm tucked under her head for support. She looked exhausted, surrounded by patient files and still dressed in her used lab coat. It was Raven's guess that Abby hadn't meant to fall asleep there, but instead had passed out from pure exhaustion while trying to get that last piece of paperwork done. Despite the fatigue Abby wore, she looked almost peaceful, and Raven was half-tempted to just leave her that way. But after spending three straight days working practically non-stop, Raven knew that a cold metal bench wasn't what Abby needed right now. She needed a warm bed and quality sleep. The only problem was, in order to get her there, Raven would have to wake her up.
Raven gently placed a hand on Abby's shoulder, shaking her lightly to try and rouse her. "Abby, wake up. Come on."
Genre: tv
100
Chapter 1: Princess
It was the first time he had been in town for three months. Being a traveling detective had its ups and downs, and one of those downs was not being able to see his sister as often. Growing up with her, he was used to waking up to her alarm clock screeching, or finding her on the couch with the TV on, or even waiting late into the night for her to come home. But now, she was an adult, and in college, and he had his job, and was never in town, but he finally was after three months, and that was basically how he met Clarke Griffin and bestowed upon her the Princess nickname.
He had heard of Clarke before. Octavia would go on and on about her sometimes. She was a sophomore at the college, Ark University, and the T.A. for one of O's classes. On the first day of class, they had hit it off instantly, and Clarke offered her the extra room in her apartment. "Something about her girlfriend moving out," Octavia had said over Skype months ago, "a bad breakup. And the rent isn't a one-person job."
He had visited her a few times, but they had always met up in town at some diner or restaurant, but he was finally in the apartment this time, waiting for his little sister to finish getting ready in her room. It was a nice apartment, nicer than his little one-bedroom, one-bath, and half a kitchen studio back in Chicago, and he was happy that Octavia had found such a good friend so fast. The floor was covered in thick, soft carpet, and the walls were painted a pale yellow. The furniture made a weird noise under him when he sat down, probably because it was leather, but it was comfortable nonetheless, a homely little place.
Bellamy huffed as he raked a hand through his hair, glancing at his watch to make sure they would make their reservations for lunch, when he heard a door farther into the apartment open and shut loudly. "O, I know you love hot showers, but that doesn't mean-" the raspy voice cut off as a girl a year or so older than Octavia stopped at the end of the hallway, standing in the living room.
Clarke Griffin. She was exactly what he had pictured. Her blonde hair was brushed out and hanging down her shoulders, and her blue eyes took in the appearance of Bellamy. He felt a shiver go down his spine when they met his eyes, and she narrowed hers a little. He could make out a freckle right above her lips. Securely wrapped around her, though, was a pale pink towel. On the top, it had big, bright pink letters sewn into it: Princess. There was even a little crown on top of the P.
Her brows bushed together as they looked at each other for another moment before she opened her mouth again. "You're not Octavia," that raspy, low voice came out, and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck prick. She looked too innocent to have such a sexy voice, and - woah, did he just call his sister's roommate sexy? Snap back to reality.
"Ah, yeah," Bellamy cleared his throat, looking down at himself, "not since the last time I checked." Clarke ran her eyes over him, trying to process who the stranger in her apartment was probably. He expected her to pick it up quickly, as there were a lot of similarities between the two siblings: square jaws, long noses, dark hair, and wild eyes. It seemed to click quickly, though, because her eyes widened, and her mouth made a little O.
"You're Bellamy," she said, her voice higher pitched, and she smiled widely, taking a step towards him and putting her hand out, "Hi, you're here for lunch with her. Great to meet you. I'm-" she stopped, glancing down at herself as if finally realizing that she was only in a towel, "not wearing any clothes."
"No, you're not," Bellamy said, and then smirked at her, "but I don't mind." "Ugh, I should have known," Clarke snorted, rolling her eyes, "you and O must have the same dirty minds if you're siblings."