neiith:

                    HEADCANON MEME

          Monroe didn’t know Harper until they were on the Ground.
They were from different stations so they wouldn’t have seen each
other around very often, not did they have mutual friends on the
Ark, at least none that they knew of. But the girls clicked.

         They were introduced to each other through Miller, who hung
out with Harper and Monty a lot and met Monroe when they were
assigned to be on watch together. They proved to be the angry,
sour ones while Harper and Monty tended to be the ones to drag
the two around to look at the different plants they found, eyes wide
and gleaming. The four got along fairly well, and the girls were quick
to pick up on the spark between the two others and refused to let it
go. Though that quickly got turned back on them when the boys
denied it as best they can and then in panic mentioned the looks the
girls gave towards each other when the other wasn’t looking. They
denied it, however, both of them, and whether Harper really did like
the other, Monroe never knew. Either too scared to ask or too afraid
the answer would be a no, especially since Monroe didn’t fall in love
easily. And she’d never admit to it if she ever did.

          When the war between the Grounders and the hundred of
them broke out, Monroe was just as panicked as the rest of them. She
didn’t know how this had happened; just a week before hand she had
actually been enjoying herself in the safety of the Sky Box, having high
hopes that between her age and naivety, and the worry she had over
her mother, they’d release her when she turned eight-teen. She didn’t
have much else to do besides worry about getting floated but she did
as much as she could to ignore it, and hope that didn’t happen.

          But she constantly found herself worry about Harper, having
that gnawing feeling that if it wasn’t Monroe who died during this war
it’d be her. One of them would be gone and Monroe didn’t like either
choice. She didn’t know what happened but the next few minutes she
couldn’t tell where she was until it came to her, that she was in the
middle of the forest, the sun barely rising with Sterling beside her. Like
he always was. And after a few minutes of arguing with him to go back
he gave in, the two making their way back to what they called home
to find the ground seared and the Dropship empty.

          Neither had much hope left about the others, until they found
Bellamy and Finn in the woods but their hope in Finn quickly left as
they realized how messed up he was about losing Clarke.

          But when they showed back up at camp after heading out to
look for Clarke, only to find her already there, Monroe was definitely
feeling the pain in both her leg and the loss of Sterling en route. Clarke
came to help her mom with the arrow head still lodge in her thigh, and
even as relieved as she was to see Clarke, and she meant to ask
anything along the lines of ‘ are you okay? ‘ or ‘ how are you? ‘ she
only managed to get out a breathy and weak; “ Harper? “

          The last thing she needed was to hear she was dead too, but
Clarke nodded, a small smile teasing her cut lips. “ Her, Miller, Monty –
they’re all okay. “ And though that was only half true, they’d be okay
for a little while, telling Monroe they were in trouble wouldn’t help her
relax enough to get the arrow out, or help her refocus on getting the
others out.

          It worked — eventually. They did manage to get the others out
a great costs. They lost Fox and a few others, and Monroe, Miller’s dad
and a few others managed to get themselves caught and chained to the
wall among the other kids. But Monroe’s eyes stayed glued to either
Cage when he was there, or Harper when he wasn’t. She’d heard they’d
already gotten to her and she was only half surprised Harper was still
alive. She knew the girl was stubborn and tough when she needed to
be, and was only gentle and light when she didn’t.

          Once the handcuffs were off her wrists, and she saw Harper and
Monty pull apart from their hug she practically flung herself at Harper,
barely caring if she hurt her wounds in the process, though she would
still feel bad if she did. But her arms only tightened around the other
girl’s neck, feet strained as she stood on her tiptoes, and her face
pressed between her arms and Harper’s neck. She murmured a couple
small ‘ I’m glad you’re okay ‘ s to her, one hand brushing along her hair.

          She knew it now. She probably still wouldn’t verbally admit it to
many people, and if she did she’d be picky about who, but she knew
now she did love her. She did. She also loved Monty, Miller, Octavia,
all of them; but she loved Harper in a different way. In a deeper way.
She was reluctant to let her arms fall away from Harper but when she
did all she could do was look at her. She couldn’t find any words to
express everything she did want to say with the scare of almost losing
her.

          But she loved her, and she’d be damned if she let anyone else
touch her.