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"Jane, quit hustling me! I'll get in the portal as long as you promise I'll be able to portal back," Darcy was quite a sight compared to Jane. All curves and bright colors, standing proud with two hands on her hips. Jane wore more subdued colors and shifted on her feet.
"I can't guarantee anything, but nothing bad has happened yet," Darcy bit her lip and considered her options. With a shrug and a sigh she tugged her sweater closer around herself and gingerly stepped into the portal.
She rematerialized in a forest, one she didn't recognize (but really, she lived in an industrial jungle, would she honestly recognize any forest?)
She heard angry shouts from near her and panicked, flying through threes and brush and probably ripping up her jeans and boots in the process. Once she'd ran all she could without fainting, she returned to a brisk walk and hoped to find some shelter soon. Darcy heard voices speaking in calm tones and showed herself to them. It was two boys, but both held machine guns.
"Whoa." Darcy held her hands up as they moved into position to shoot her. "Cool it, boys. Just an ordinary space traveler. Don't hurt me," she attempted at humor but she knew her voice wavered.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Darcy. Um... Look, can I talk to your leader? Am I still on Earth?"
They murmured amongst themselves and the Asian one looked up.
"I'm Monty. You're on Earth, we'll take you to our leaders," when they began walking, one stood in front of her and the other behind.
So, in her portal jump that had planned to put her into a different realm, she had ended up still on Earth, but either in a different time or a parallel universe. She wasn't sure if Jane could help her with this one. Darcy realized that for the first time since she became the portal-jumping guinea pig... That she may be stuck in this dimension.
In front of her a wooden gate opened at the call of Monty and his friend he called Jasper.
"What's the meaning of this?" A gruff voice came from a tall man in front of them - presumably one of their leaders.
"Don't jump to conclusions. She doesn't look like a Grounder. Look at her clothes, and her glasses. This could be someone from the Ark," a blonde said from beside him. Darcy could tell by the way she discreetly brushed her fingers against his arm that they must have been soul bonded, either that or they were just in a very committed relationship. It was a shame, Darcy would have liked to get to know the beautiful couple better.
"Are you from the Ark?" Tall, Freckled, and Broody asked her.
"Like Noah's ark?" Darcy tried not to show how afraid she was, but apparently that answer was wrong, as he got very close in her personal space. She was too afraid to even respond to him saying her soul words.
"Who are you?" Up close she had a wonderful view of his eyes. They were brown, very dark brown. They could surely contrast with her green ones if they stood next to each other. Darcy needed to stop staring at his freckles. Darcy was a fan of freckles. They were just so... Boyish. "Who are you!" He shouted.
"Look man, I was supposed to portal into Asgard, not wherever the Hell I am now. Don't freak out at me because my scientist friend decided to fuck up for the first time in her life. Now all I need to do is go back into the forest and find my portal and hop on back home," she said this with an even tone, but she was reluctant to leave her mate behind.
"What do you mean you portal jumped?" This came from the blonde. Those were her other soul words.
"I work for a group of scientists in New York City, one of whom is an astrophysicist looking for her long-lost alien boyfriend, who all enjoy letting me jump into portals as a human test subject." Darcy leveled the new speaker with her no-nonsense glare. "Now, if you want me out of your hair, I need to find my ride back home, or else I'm stuck in this crazy parallel universe forever."
"I don't think I want that," the blonde murmured.
"Clarke." Freckles called to her and she turned. They seemed to have some sort of conversation with their expressions, and Darcy was pretty sure the girl -Clarke- had eye-fucked her at one point.
"Okay. We want you to stay," gasps were heard and Darcy finally noticed the crowd gathered around them.
"Um... Yeah... So what if I don't want to?" She was just wondering, she really didn't want to leave.
"Why wouldn't you?" She needed to learn his name.
"Well... I'm working on my fourth college degree and I have friends and a family of superheroes that I usually help take care of and as much as it's fantastic to meet y'all..." She shrugged. "Plus, I'm pretty certain you don't have coffee."
"We have moonshine!" Came a shout from Monty, to which Jasper chuckled.
"Stay," Clarke implored, reaching to brush her hand on Darcy's sleeve. "At least come to my and Bellamy's tent and talk to us," Darcy nodded hesitantly. She couldn't deny her attraction to her mates, but Jane and Erik and Thor and Tony and Bruce... She sighed. At least she knew their names.
The three of them spoke long into the night, Darcy told them about the Avengers and New York and her degrees. After she finished her poli-sci degree, she continued on to get a degree in astronomy and then also in botany. She was halfway through her toxicology degree. They asked why those four connected.
"Political science is just something I chose. It helped when I was a part-time liason between the Avengers and Asgard," she then explained Thor and the nine realms. "Astronomy so I could actually help Jane. I'm not so into physics, so I leave her with the science stuff, but I'm good at reading the stars." They asked if she could name the constellations. She could. "Botany because more than once I've almost eaten something completely poisonous when I was travelling. That's a mistake you don't make twice," she chuckled darkly. "That lead me to pursue toxicology. So I know what kinds of things can be ingested in what amounts and how to create basic antidotes for most natural and some man-made toxins."
"I may need your help," Clarke's curious expression became stoic.
They walked to the drop ship to look at the medical section, where Clarke brought Darcy over to a younger girl who'd been shot with a poisoned arrow.
"We're trying to get answers from a Grounder but he's not giving in... Could you help?" The girl looked suspicious but Darcy set to work identifying the poison.
"Has she vomited yet?"
"No," Darcy set to work checking her pupils and blood pressure with Clarke's help.
"Hes she peed recently," Darcy asked with a grimace.
"No," came the girl's choked answer. Darcy groaned and checked her pulse: extremely fast.
"I think this could be caused by Jimsonweed, it grows all over America, Canada and Mexico. It would be all over this area based on the climate and foliage," Darcy wracked her brain. "The only antidote I can think of Calabar... It has an agent to stop the effects of the poison but it grows in Africa..." She trailed off. "But, the people who made the poison must have an antidote for misfires so it must have somehow migrated to this area after whatever the hell happened to make everyone go into space. We need to go out there. There will be big pink flowers and seed pods with beans in them..." Darcy paced across the room and back. She didn't even finish her degree and her pulse was skyrocketing from all the pressure. "If she ingests that, it and the poison will block each other... They should..." Darcy bit her lip and looked at Clarke, unsure of how to proceed.
"I'll send out a party. Stay with Monroe," she ordered and Darcy nodded and sat with the girl, holding her dry hands and telling her stories to pass the time.
Monroe had started vomiting by the time the party was back, and was experiencing vivid hallucinations. It was terrifying. When Bellamy entered the drop whip with the seed pods in his hands she jumped out of her chair and stole them from him, removing the beans and instructing Monroe (who was deliriously mumbling about chocolate cake) to eat them. It took several minutes but Darcy could tell that her fever had already dropped, her pulse was regulating itself and her vomiting had stopped. The hallucinations would cease soon.
Darcy sighed enormously and rubbed her hands at her temples, mentally cursing Jane and her fucking portal.
Warm hands dropped onto her tense shoulders and firmly but carefully rubbed the knots out of her shoulders and neck. For a few minutes she simply enjoyed the touch and relaxed slowly. When Bellamy stopped, he walked around in front of her and pulled her into a hug. She hadn't been expecting any show of emotion from him, he seemed very strong and in control, but she couldn't deny the good feeling of being held by one of her soulmates. Soon enough, Clarke also entered and thanked Darcy for her service to the camp.
"Life isn't about the choices you have to make, you know? It's not about if I did or didn't help her." Darcy said in reference to if she would have saved Monroe or not. "It's about how you react in situations like this that matter. I don't know her... But I trust you, so I tried to help as best as I could," she ended her sentence with a yawn and a stretch and pulled away from the little group hug. "I should inform you I'm not a very sentimental person. And I'll kick your ass if you cross me. However, in light of these new events, I'd like to get to know you two better. If you want I won't intrude on your relationship, I can be a platonic soulmate, that's alright. I just think it would be good to know each other better," Clarke and Bellamy shared a significant look and looked back at Darcy. They pulled her to a large tent and sat her on the bed.
"I think, in light of recent events, that we should... 'get to know each other better,'" Clarke leaned in slowly, giving Darcy time to move away (she didn't,) and brushed her lips softly across Darcy's once, twice, three times before pulling back and opening her eyes. Darcy's were a bit hazy, she hadn't been kissed in so long. In a moment, Bellamy maneuvered himself so he sat behind Darcy and he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I think your sweater needs to go," he murmured against her neck, and she sighed in agreement as Clarke tugged her knit sweater over her head and closer her eyes as Bellamy brushed her hair off of her neck and placed soft kisses and little bites across her neck and shoulders.
"Holy shit," Clarke swore, and Darcy popped her eyes open. Her blonde soulmate was caught in the act of admiring Darcy's ample chest.
"The girls are pretty amazing, I know," Darcy winked saucily and gasped as Bellamy let his hands roam. They left a trail of heat from her hips, going up her waist and brushing the bottom of her bra, and then retreated back to her hips. When Clarke unhooked and removed Darcy's bra, Darcy informed the two others that they were wearing too many clothes, and they all helped each other strip down to just underwear. When Darcy asked about those too, Bellamy responded with what Darcy thought was the best response ever:
"We can do whatever you want, Darce, but I wanna save that for another day, when we know you better and you haven't just saved someone's life and gone through some serious portal hopping trauma," she smiled at that.
And so, they spent their evening in Clarke and Bellamy (and Darcy?)'s tent, cuddling in only their underwear under a fur blanket. Clarke's gentle curves and Bellamy's hard muscles and sharp planes fit so well with Darcy's own abundant curves when they spooned.
Darcy decided that she liked spooning. It let her hold onto Clarke in front of her and she could rest her face in the junction of the other girl's neck, while Bellamy held her from behind, softly breathing against her neck. And his hard-on was pressed against her bum, but she wasn't complaining. She wouldn't ever complain. She belonged there.