You Only Get One Shot

Need I Remind You? [Clurphy\Clexa]

NOTE: This is non-romantic Clurphy! If you ship them, that's cool, but this is not intended to be romantic, or imply an romance between Clarke and Murphy.

"Goodmorning!" Murphy sang as he busted open the doors of every cabin in camp, one by one.

 Angry, tired shouts arose from most of the inhabitants of the Earth, minus Niylah who had been awake for hours and said a happy "Goodmorning" back. Murphy threw open the door of his next victim's cabin with such enthusiasm that Clarke fell out of her bed with a raucous thump. Murphy smiled, spun on his heel, and walked away mumbling, "Mission accomplished". 

Clarke breathed an angry sigh as she pulled herself up off the floor. She tore her coat off of its hook near the door and marched out into the open air. Slowly but surely, everyone emerged from their cabins, and soon the group was eating breakfast together. Clarke sat on the edge of a log, as far away from everyone else as she could get. Murphy waltzed over and sat down beside her. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed" he teased, pushing her shoulder playfully. 

Clarke looked at him and spat, "I didn't wake up on the wrong side of the bed, I woke up on the floor". Murphy smiled, "Right, yes. Well, enjoy your misery" he said as he stood up and flaunced away. Clarke scowled at him as he left, leaving her alone once more.

It was safe to say that Clarke's mood did not improve during the next few hours. No one seemed to be bothered by her yelling, scolding, ordering, or heckling, since they were almost all used to it, but when Clarke yelled at Niylah for "being too happy", everyone decided that they'd had enough. Echo beckoned Emori while Clarke had her back turned, and the two approached either side of her simultaneously. 

Clarke looked bewildered as Echo and Emori smiled at her, each grabbed one of her hands, and led her towards the forest. As they reached the forest line, Echo said, "Why don't you go for a walk, okay?". Clarke started to protest, but Emori stopped her, "Some fresh air will do you some good". Both girls were smiling at Clarke so eagerly that she finally gave in and stomped into the woods. Echo and Emori sighed, exchanged relieved looks, and then headed back to camp.

"I don't need fresh air, we are constantly surrounded by it!" Clarke grumbled, walking straight into the forest, not looking anywhere except for directly in front of her. She mumbled angrily as she walked, unaware of where she was going, if she was going anywhere at all. She knew why they had banished her. She had been yelling and grumbling all morning, so she didn't blame Echo or Emori for finally deciding to do something about it. 

The truth was that her day had been terrible before hurricane Murphy caused her to fall out of bed. Her terrible day had started with a dream. A dream about Lexa. A nightmare in which she had to relive every terrible moment of Lexa's death, over and over again. She had awoken in the middle of the night, tears soaking her face and pillow. But, blaming Murphy for her bad mood was a better option than blaming the dream. The Murphy option was a believable one, not that the dream wasn't, but Clarke was trying to live in the present. She wanted a true life here, with her friends, and she couldn't have that if she lived in the past. 

A loud crunch pulled Clarke out of her thoughts, and she spun around, crashing into..."Murphy?! What are you doing?". "Woah, okay, calm down!" Murphy backed up a little, keeping his eye on the knife that was grasped in Clarke's fist. Clarke slipped the dagger back into the waistband of her pants, crossed her arms, and stared at Murphy. "I just came to see if you were okay" he mumbled. Clarke cocked one of her eyebrows, "Really? You followed me to see if I'm okay? That doesn't sound like Murphy to me". 

Murphy did a mock bow and smiled, "Yeah, I've been getting that a lot these days. 'I'm proud of you, Murphy', 'What happened to the cockroach?', 'I like hero-Murphy'", he mocked. Clarke rolled her eyes and started walking again, "Thanks for the check-in!". "No, no, wait!" Murphy ran to catch up. "What is it?" Clarke demanded, stopping short. "I think I might have something to help your mood" he said, then regretted it as Clarke made a grab for her dagger again. "I meant," Murphy corrected hastily, "that I have a gift for you". Clarke rolled her eyes and sighed, "Okay?" 

Murphy reached into his pocket and pulled out an object so tiny that once he handed it to Clarke, she had to hold it up close to see it. Her face looked like stone as she stared at it. "Where did you get this?" she whispered, barely audible. Murphy took in Clarke's new expression, and almost regretted giving her the "gift". "Um, Indra gave it to me", Murphy mumbled. Clarke sat down on a rock, her eyes not wavering from the tiny bronze symbol that she held. 

A tear slid down Clarke's cheek as she turned it over in her palm, watching it glisten in the sunlight. Murphy sat down beside her silently, and they sat there for longer than Clarke thought Murphy had the patience for. Murphy broke the silence after a long while, saying, "I thought you'd want it, considering it, uh, belonged to both...Lexa and Madi". Clarke just nodded and slipped the tiny Heda symbol into the pocket of her coat. "Thanks, Murphy" she said, brushing away a tear. Murphy nodded. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked. 

Clarke shook her head. "Okay," Murphy replied to Clarke's non-verbal cues, "Then come on, let's go back to camp". He stood up and held out his hand. "You really think that they're going to let me back in already?" Clarke laughed. "Yep" Murphy smiled. Clarked stood up with a sigh, "And why do you think that?" Murphy smiled, "Because you're the boss". 

Clarke laughed as Murphy added, "And because you've just been reminded that love and kindness can change the world. Even if it's just one person's world". Clarke looked up at him and smiled, just a little. "When did you get to be so wise?" she chuckled. Murphy laughed and mock-bowed again as the two ambled back to camp.

And all the way, Clarke had the last reminder of her two greatest loves grasped desperately in her palm.