right back where we started from (california here we come)
Because I am re-watching Season 1 of The O.C., and I realized that there were too many awesome ways to make these characters fit into that world to not write this.
Fandom: The 100 (TV)
Characters: Octavia Blake/Lincoln, Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin, Wells Jaha/Raven Reyes, Finn Collins, John Murphy, Jasper Jordan, Monty Green, Abby Griffin, Jake Griffin, Thelonious Jaha, Harper, probably a ton of others too
Additional Tags: Alternative Universe - The O.C., Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - High School, Romance, Fluff, Angst, Drama, Humor, classic WB/CW teen shenanigans
Summary: When troubled teen Octavia Blake comes to live with the Griffin family, worlds collide as she and her street-smart brother Bellamy become entangled in the posh lifestyle of the Griffins and their friends and neighbors. Drama, romance, and more than a few laughs ensue as these teen delinquents try and find out just where they fit in the world. Or, The O.C. AU no one asked for.
That is a really frickin’ big house was Octavia’s first thought upon the car pulling into the long, barely-lit driveway. If you could even call a palace like this a house. It was eight times the size of the rundown two-bedroom ranch her family had briefly lived in when she was seven, and ten times larger than the barely-affordable apartment her brother and she had been calling home. Well, it had been home up until last week when she had gotten arrested for using a fake ID at a club (goddamn Jasper and his supposed ‘top of the line’ forger). So, the fact that she’d spent the last six nights in a juvenile detention cell no bigger than the fancy black car she was sitting in, and now she was going to be staying in this place, well, that was unbelievable.
“Home sweet home,” her public defender said from the driver’s seat, turning off the engine and shifting to look at her. Octavia snapped her gaze from the villa-style mansion to Jake Griffin’s kind face. It was the same expression he had worn when he had sat across from the table in the juvenile detention center visitors’ room that morning. Wearing a presumably expensive, sleek black suit and an even sleeker smile, he had told her he could get her charges down to a misdemeanor, meaning a fine and probation instead of jail time. He didn’t stop there, though, no. He went through her grades (just above average) and her behavior record (not stellar), but he had smiled upon seeing her SAT scores, telling her that she had potential and how important it was to think about her future. I’m on your side, he had said.
Octavia had scoffed at that, and at his talk of college and big dreams. Where I’m from, having a dream doesn’t make you smart, she had said. Knowing it won’t come true, now, that does. Despite her conviction, she almost winced after saying it, because it would break her brother’s heart to hear those words on her lips, not when he had tried so hard the last few years to make Octavia believe they could make it out of Chino. Bellamy still believed, for her, but she had given up that dream years ago, right around the time her mother had started trading sex for favors from her brother’s probation officer. It hadn’t gotten any better when her mother had died last year, leaving Bell and her to fend for themselves. The dream of rising past their background was best left in her childhood, along with her fairy spells and jungle games.