So i’ve been working/sitting on a Grounder!Clarke AU for the longest time, and it’s finally (FINALLY!!!!) turning into something post worthy. I want to try to get the first couple chapters up this weekend, but I’m getting my wisdom teeth out Friday morning, so that might not work as well as I’ve been hoping. But whatever. I’ve decided. It’s happening.
As motivation for me to actually get this shit posted, and as a teaser for y’all, here’s a little bit from chapter two:
Wells Jaha wakes, and the first thing he hears is, “Oh, great, the fucking Chancellor’s kid.”
Some other kid calls out, “Narc!” And that sets off the rest, all shouting colorfully obscene things about Wells and his father and their general lack of character, morality, and hygiene.
The ship jolts when they hit the atmosphere, and then his father’s face flashes up on the video screens. The Chancellor starts talking about how they’ve been given a second chance, these 99 child criminals, how they’re only free because they’re expendable.
Somebody calls out, “You’re dad’s a dick, Wells.” And, yeah. He is.
Clenching his hands around the safety belts keeping him strapped in place, Wells closes his eyes and pretends he doesn’t care. He’s gotten pretty good at it by now; he’s had enough practice. And since he’s lying to himself, he might as well pretend he isn’t nauseous. But that’s a hell of a lot harder, what with how hard the dropship is shaking from the force of reentry. The first thing he’ll do when they land will be to find a nice, radioactive bush and introduce it to the contents of his stomach, and then he’ll probably have to deal with the rest of these kids calling him The Prince of Puke on top of everything else.
“So what does the Chancellor’s son have to do to get locked up in solitary?”
The brunette strapped in to his left is smirking at him when his eyes blink open, and he tells her, without preamble, “Treason.”
That wipes the smirk off her face pretty damn fast.