Another World - Clexa/Supercorp

"Do I want to know what I said?"

Inside was warm, the tent spacious with the table in the middle already laid with food for the two of them. She shifted her feet as she waited for Luna to determine what was going to happen – for once she didn't know what to say to make this better.

Well, she did, but the last time she tried that, it didn't go well.

Luna plucked a glass from the table and filled it with wine from the jug at the centre of the food, the drink filling her cup the only sound. Filling it to the brim, the wine almost overflowed before Luna took a long swig of from the jug.

Raven watched on from just inside the entrance. "Want more than your cup can hold?"

Lowering the jug, Luna picked up the full glass. "This is yours. The jug is mine."

"Seriously?" Raising an eyebrow, she took the offered cup and gulped a third of it in one go.

"I don't want us drunk for this, but I doubt either of us wants to talk without some, what is it you say, liquid courage?" Wild curls bounced as Luna tilted her head.

Nodding, she fiddled with the cup in her hands, liquid spilling dangerously close to the rim. "It is, and you're right." She bit the inside of her cheek. "I'm sorry for what I said on the Dropship. I still don't know what I ended up saying, but what I meant to say was, 'I'm sorry I fucked up with you so badly.'"

Luna huffed a laugh. "Yes, that is not at all what you said."

Raven dropped her gaze. "Do I want to know what I said?"

Pursing her lips, Luna's internal debate was practically visible, and Raven began to think knowing would only make her want to leave more. Silence spanned the two of them as Luna stared at her. It only broke when she sighed. "You said you were sorry I was a such a bad fuck."

Raven flinched. "Yeah... that really isn't what I meant to say." She couldn't look at Luna, knew she would want to say something, maybe something about her lack of understanding of her language, but she had to get her thoughts off her chest. "You were right earlier. I am immature and childish. Two qualities that have kept me from going insane since long before I landed on Earth, but I shouldn't have been like that with you. Not after you came with me to another Earth and helped me with my leg."

She chugged another gulp of her wine, her body already slightly buzzed as the wine settled in her stomach. It was calming and as the cup left her lips, the words came a little easier. "Almost everything in my life – even before we fell to Earth – was bad. My Mother was a drunk and traded most of my rations for alcohol. The only reason I survived was because the boy next door shared his with me, his family took me in and were my family, he was my family. I loved Finn, loved him enough to risk coming here in a hundred-year-old pod I threw together using scrap metal and scavenged parts.

"When I got here, I found out that in the ten days it took for me to follow him, he had slept with and fallen in love with Clarke. Ten days and it was like we'd been nothing. He let me dote on him from the second I got here when I'm sure everyone knew he'd been with Clarke, was in love with her. It took me a while to that figure out." Raven took a deep breath. "Then I got shot trying to stop Murphy from hanging Bellamy, who I slept with to get back at Clarke and Finn who I thought were off having sex, but they had been kidnapped by Anya."

Luna was silent in front of her as she continued. "Anyway, we went to war and everyone got taken. I thought Finn was gone and sometimes I wish he had died in that fire, died with his hands clean of innocent blood. He held my hand during the first back surgery and then in under a week was tied to a pole. I watched from the fence as Clarke killed him with the metal shard, I had slipped her meant for Lexa."