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Keep the Peace - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Twenty-One

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Summary: Michelle had to rest after the head trauma she suffered when she and Bellamy tried to rescue Clarke after risking both of their lives. She would be fine but there was something brewing ever since Pike joined the people of the Ark in Camp Jaha. And after an explotion occured at Mount Weather, to whom Bellamy’s loyalty belonged was put in question.

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Warnings: The 100 season 3 spoilers (mention of events from episode 3 “Ye Who Enter Here”; episode 4 “Watch the Thrones”), mention of wounds/concussion, dried blood, guns, pike is racist

The whole trip back to Arkadia had been a pain for Michelle. The swirls of the car on the forest roads made her even sicker and sicker than she already was due to the acute vertigo and migraine from the head trauma. At one point they had to stop the car because she was moaning so much. She had gotten so nauseous that the moment Kane opened the door, and she stuck her head out, she threw up but again, it was only bile and it felt like fire went through her throat. He gave her several sips of water from a canteen as they continued the road and she lay down, resting her head on Kane's leg. Driving in Arkadia, He carefully hoped out the rover and was met by Abby on his way to the infirmary of the camp where he went straight to put his daughter on the nearest bed available. The car ride really took a toll on her, and she was unable to respond to Abby as she examined her but the state in which she was in gave the doctor and Chancellor enough information on how bad the injury might be, though she later determined it was only a mild concussion, which was already enough to make her sick for days. She told Kane to stand aside as Jackson joined to assist her. They slowly sit her up and Jackson placed his hand on both side of her temples to stabilize her head and keep it aligned with her spine and prevent movement while Abby firmly pressed a clean cloth on the wound. It had stopped bleeding by now, meaning it had already started to coagulate, which was good news but it still required to be cleaned and bandaged and so she did. She then covered the wound with a piece of gauze and wrapped her head before resting her on the pillow. Without even flinching, Michelle swallowed the medicine which was put on her tongue and eventually fell asleep, the last image before she closed her eyes was of her father sitting beside the bed, running his hand worriedly over his beard.

The next 48 hours, Abby came in to check on her every hour or so, but Jackson stayed in the infirmary to always have an eye on her, cleaning her head injury about three times a day and changing the bandage. The pain killers she got every now and then helped her not to be in so much pain and really calmed down the migraine. She didn’t have to stay in bed all day but because every time she tried to stand up and take a few steps, she was seized with dizziness which forced her to sit down again so it really narrowed down the options of what she was able to do. Like Abby told her, after a whole week most of the symptoms should have resolved on their own and it did, except for the migraine which came back every now and then especially when triggered by loud noises or vertigo if she moved her head too suddenly but thanks to supplies taken from Mount Weather, she was able to get pain killers when it was too much to bear.

“It’s been a week. How are you feeling today?” Abby came into the infirmary and walked up to her, pulling a chair next to Michelle’s bed. She got up to sit in her bed, placing her pillow behind her back for support. She didn’t have her head bandaged anymore since the wound had scabbed for a few days already.

“Just a headache when I woke up, but Jackson gave me painkillers. Now it’s fine.” The Chancellor turned her head towards her and held a small flashlight to her eyes to check her reaction and sensitivity to bright light. Michelle barely squinted her eyes. She then had her lean her head forward to clean the scab that formed over her head wound. It was mostly healed by now, but she still had to be careful so that it didn’t start bleeding again if she scratched it off. Abby got her to stand up and walk around a bit. No vertigo to report. This was a good sign that things were going the right way. She sat back down on her bed and Kane arrived at the same moment that she started asking about the Summit they were supposed to attend at Polis City with the 12 other clans and the Commander.

“You’re not coming.” He straight up said, his arms crossed.

“Didn’t expect you would let me anyway.”

“I sent Bellamy to Mount Weather, so he’s not coming either. But you, will stay in Arkadia, and you will not leave campgrounds. What you did the other week was stupid and reckless. I had asked you to be careful and you left with him without telling anyone. You both could have been killed.”

“I am sorry, okay?” She apologized, frowning. Now that she was better, his worry was overpowered by his need to scold her and act like the parent he should have been in her life and no matter how much she deserved it, she didn’t like to be addressed like a child. It was her decision to go with Bellamy and it was to look for Clarke, so she wasn’t actually that sorry, though she understood the stupidity of it. That was that kind of interaction that harmed her relationship with her mother, prior to her getting sent to solitary confinement for an entire year. Michelle stood up after taking an antibiotic and painkiller and Abby stopped her before she walked out. She still wasn’t allowed to take part in any activity that required effort and be careful not to touch her injury so it wouldn't bleed again. Even though in the past few days, she had had to stay within the walls of the infirmary for obvious reasons, she felt like she had been grounded ever since her return to Arkadia, a camp she still couldn't call home.

Michelle had taken care of doing what she could, chores here and there to help out among little trips to the infirmary when she got dizzy but knowing on the one hand her dad and Abby in Polis and her friends in Mount Weather were enough to keep her mind busy for the day. In the evening, she wandered around the camp, taking deep breaths of the fresh air. The weather was good, and the mood was calm and relaxing until the sound of an explosion in the distance disrupted everything. Given where the sound came from, it didn't take her more than a couple seconds to realize that it had occurred in Mount Weather, where she knew her, friends were, which immediately worried her. She watched the smoke rise above the treetops with wide eyes. Unable to go to bed, she stood pacing near the station entrance, watching for the camp gate until she saw a car drive in in the middle of the night and she ran to the hangar. Her father, Abby, Bellamy, and the others came out. She tried going up to Bellamy, but he walked past her and left. He seemed out of it.

“Dad, what-- what happened? What was the explosion earlier? Where are the others? Is Bellamy okay? What—" She was so confused and worried she couldn’t stop asking questions. He grabbed her shoulders.

“The Ice Nation blew up Mount Weather. Gina died in the attack.” It was the only piece of information she needed. She rushed to catch up with Bellamy who was walking down a hallway towards his bedroom. It was late and a lot had happened, so she understood he probably needed to be alone right now, but she had to check on him. He didn't even turn when he heard hurried footsteps coming from behind him, until she called his name. Then he stopped and looked at her before avoiding her gaze. She could see the neon light above them reflect the tears that made his eyes glisten.

“Bellamy, I’m sorry.” He knew what she was apologizing for and just looked down. She had never been close friends with Gina, because she was the girlfriend he got after they had gotten close and she pushed him away, but she would never have wished something like this to happen to her. She was a nice person who didn’t deserve to die. For some reason, Michelle drew Bellamy into a hug, and he wrapped his arms around her after a second. Acting tough wasn’t everything, he needed to be comforted too. They spent the night sitting on the floor next to each other in his room, not really talking or saying anything, just keeping each other company so neither of them would be alone. She saw him let his guards down and be vulnerable in front of her. The events at Mount Weather had really taken a toll on him and she had never seen him so bummed about something before, only when Clarke had left them. After a while, they fell asleep, their heads resting on the bed behind them, their foreheads pressing against each other. This was the kind of intimate moment that they hadn’t shared in forever and Michelle realized how much she had missed it. She was quite unsettled by the resurgence of her feelings for Bellamy, not knowing what to do about it since the death of his girlfriend had just happened and she would hate herself if she tried getting with him just yet. She would deal with all this later, right now she just wanted to be there.

Shortly after the sun finally rose outside, the rays entered the room and illuminated Michelle's face. She placed her hand over her eyes and rolled onto her back, when she realized that she was lying on the bed. At first without straightening up she raised her head and looked around in confusion and finally sat up seeing Bellamy standing near the table. He looked away, looking preoccupied. She was already over the fact that he woke up first and carried her on the bed, which somehow warmed her heart and wasn’t surprised by the expression on his face as he observed his Ark guard’s jacket hanging from the coat rack on the wall, near the door. He was as silent as last night, and it took her a minute to understand what was going on in his head. Because of what happened, he wanted to resign.

“Whatever happened… it wasn’t your fault, Bellamy.” She finally broke the silence. Hearing his name spoken outloud, he turned his head to her, looking back at her. It was clear that he disagreed with what she said, but it was true, what happened to Gina was beyond his control. She was at the wrong place, at the wrong time.

“I could’ve done something. I should’ve stayed.”

“Stayed where? At Mount Weather? But weren’t you there when it blew up?” She tried to ask a couple questions, to get him to tell her what actually happened because all she knew was that Mount Weather blew up and Gina died, but she didn’t know the details. Her questions remained unanswered as he grabbed his jacket and walked out of the room. Michelle jumped out of bed and followed suit. He wasn’t any more talkative in the corridors. She kept asking him where he was going and suddenly step in front of him to stop him in his tracks, grabbing his arms. Quickly, he finally loosened his tongue and told her the whole story. How a Grounder he was locked up with came back and told them about a trap at the Summit and that he then decided to leave with the others, leaving Gina behind at Mount Weather, where she was murdered before the whole facility exploded. There was a second of silence and she let her hands slide off his arms, nodding. Repeating that he didn’t need to blame himself for this was pointless, as he truly believed it was his fault.

A man guarded the entrance. Inside, Kane and Abby were in a private meeting, probably assessing their next move regarding what happened. The door eventually opened, and the two young adults found themselves facing Pike who looked at them before leaving. They stepped in the room, watching Abby walk to the opposite side while Kane was leaning on the table, thinking.

“Sir?” Bellamy quietly called out to Kane. The latter straightened up on his stool and glanced at them, joining his hands in front of him. It took him a couple glances to notice his daughter standing next to him. She could tell he was wondering what they were doing together.

“Why aren’t you at your post?” He asked in a low voice, with a sigh. Bellamy put his jacket on the table and pushed it further away. “Don’t do this.”

“Forty-nine of the people I swore to protect died yesterday because I left them.”

“That’s not your fault, Bellamy.” Kane turned to face him. “Place the blame where it belongs. On the Ice Nation.”

“The Ice Nation didn’t tell Gina to stay there.” He paused, taking a shaky breath. “That was me.”

“Given the information you had at the time, you made a reasonable choice.” Kane stood up, placing a hand that was meant to be comforting on his shoulder. From the side, Michelle could see the pain and guilt that made his eyes shine in the faint glow of the light. “You were trying to save lives.”

“But I didn’t.” He looked away with a heavy sigh, his eyes getting watery as he tried to fight tears. He didn’t say anything else, maybe if he knew that if he did, he would have started crying, and instead just turned around and left. Michelle went to grab his arm as he walked past her, but she stopped herself and crossed her arms. She sighed, closing her eyes.

“All that’s certain is that we die. How we die is up to us.” Pike declared, standing before them as they all sat on chairs set in rows in the hangar. On Pike’s left side, Abby and Kane were sat together. They were all gathered here, attending a memorial for the ones that died in the explosition at Mount Weather. Michelle was next to Bellamy in the back row, sat straight back in her chair, fiddling with her fingers, eyes glued to her hands, her loose black hair falling in front of her face. She wasn’t good with feelings like sadness and grief and hated the heavy atmosphere that hung over them. It kept reminding her of the loss of her mother and she wanted to run away from it but there she was, stuck in this room and it would be disrespectful of her to just leave out of the blue. She wanted to be present, out of respect for the victims, but especially to show up for Bellamy, but she didn't feel able to look at the people around her. She didn't want to see the pain in their eyes. The former Earth skills teacher asked who wanted to speak for one of the girls that died in the attack and a man walked up to him after a moment of silence.

“Iris was strong. Good with a knife. She saved my life. I’m just sorry I couldn’t do the same for her.” He gave a sudden jerk with the knife in his hand to pull out the blade and put it down on a small piece of furniture nearby, before returning to his seat.

“We will miss Iris.” Pike resumed. “May we meet again.”

“May we meet again.” Everyone spoke in unison, with Michelle barely letting a whisper leave her lips. She hated that her grief made it all about her mother for her, and anything to do with loss and grief reminded her that she never had the chance to say goodbye to her mother and she never would. Neither would she ever see her again in this life. But it wasn’t what this memorial was about, and she refused to let herself cry over it while being surrounded by all those people. She never even told Bellamy about her feelings on this subject, despite pushing him to talk about what happened to his girlfriend.

“Who will speak for Gina Martin?” Michelle raised her head for the first time in the whole service and looked at Bellamy. He glanced at her and She risked giving him a small comforting smile and although he didn't return it before getting up, she knew he appreciated her support. Their relationship had been on and off those past few months, but they had never stopped being friends. He walked up to Pike, holding the book The Iliad in his hands. This time around, Michelle looked at him as he spoke, and he often met and held her gaze. Maybe he really felt her support, she didn’t know.

“Gina was real. She always saw the light, even here. She deserved better.” He went to put down the book when doors opened, and a bunch of Ark guards entered. Everyone straightened up in their chairs, looking at the soldiers and whispering to each other. Michelle noticed Pike talking to one of them, and she saw Lincoln alone. She followed Pike with her eyes as he walked to Kane and Abby. Seeing his lips moving as he leaned towards them slightly, she frowned. His voice began to rose.

“You gave a Grounder one of our radios?” Everyone in the audience stood up and the whispers became much louder.

“Sir, are we under attack?” Hannah enquired.

“No, we are not under attack.” Kane declared. “Their commander sent a peacekeeping force. To ensure that we can defend against any further attacks from the Ice Nation.”

“Peacekeeping force?” Pike was clearly not having it. “Even you can’t be that naïve, Marcus.”

“Watch your tone. You’re talking to the next Chancellor.” Abby chimed in, before addressing the crowd. “We’re all grieving. This has been hard on all of us. But we can’t let anger drive our policy.”

“Anger is our policy.” Michelle frowned even more at his aggressive response. His hatred for Grounders made him so biased and he really thought he was in the right. He rose his voice louder and talked to the people of the Ark present here. “If they’re here to defend us, as you say, then tell them to go home. We can defend ourselves!”

“Yeah!” Some of them began agreeing with Pike. Michelle looked around and exited the crowd through the left side to go to his father and Abby when a man dressed in the clothes of an Ark guard pointed at Lincoln in the back.

“You. You don’t belong here.”

“He’s one of them.” Said another man.

“My boy is dead!” A dude yelled and a stone was thrown at Lincoln, hitting him in the head with a thud. He groaned at the blow, and it quickly turned to chaos with some people trying to come at the grounder and others pushing them off. Bellamy ran through the mob to keep people from getting close to Lincoln. Kane ordered to arrest them and separated one of the many fights happenings when Pike let out a shrill whistle and things finally went to a halt.

“We do not attack our own!” He pressed each one of his words. “Fighting each other only makes us weak. The enemy is not in this camp. The enemy is out there.”

Michelle hated how everyone started listening to Pike suddenly, just because he was loud and strong with his words. She could tell he was going to cause troubles for all of them, especially those who weren’t pitting themselves up against the Grounders, like herself or her father. She looked at the people in the room and her eyes set on Bellamy and she wondered if that man would manage to get in his head, one way or another. It made her grind her teeth to think of Bellamy siding with Pike but when later that day, she saw the two men having a drink. She was sitting at a table in the corner of the room, having a drink on her own since without Clarke or even Murphy, well if she wasn’t hanging out with Bellamy, she really had no other friends. And Monty was nowhere to be seen anyway so she didn’t bother to look for him much. She couldn’t hear their conversation from where she was, but she watched them from the corner of her eyes. She noticed Monty’s mother at a table next to Pike and Bellamy’s and the woman was discreetly looking at them too, but Michelle wasn’t too sure if the latter wanted Pike to get the young man on their side. She didn’t know her too well, so she had no idea what was going on in her head. But to be safe, she preferred to assume the worst and to think that all the people from the Farm station were with Pike, and against her dad, and by association, against her.

When she saw Bellamy look around and the people from Farm Station that were there all gave him a glance, a glance full of the hatred for Grounders that they witnessed earlier, she understood that her assumption was in fact right. Sometimes being safe is being right and in that case she was. She didn’t like what was brewing. For some reason, and she wasn’t even a Grounder, so she wasn’t the group’s main target, but she started feeling unsafe and quite uncomfortable at that. She wished she could hear what they were saying so she could report it to Kane and Abby, but she at least knew that they were preparing something and trying to get Bellamy in on it with them, so that was already something, but she chose to wait a bit longer and see what more she could learn by just watching them from afar. The second she saw Bellamy give a nod to Pike, she knew whatever game they were all playing, it was over. For the Grounders at the very least, but also for anyone siding with them. She bitterly gulped down a last shot of alcohol and, grabbing her jacket lying on the seat next to her, she walked away as she put it back on. Not knowing where her dather would be as of now, her best guess was either the meeting room that she visited earlier with Bellamy or his own room, but she didn’t even remember where the latter was so she had to hope he and Abby would both be there. She had no idea where else they could be anyway.

After a dozen minutes just wandering around, she ran into Harper, and she grasped the chance. She wasn’t surprised at all to hear Michelle’s thoughts on the situation they had with Pike. It was already late, the sky was dark, and the two girls went to Lincoln and along with Zoe, they stood in the dark of the main gate, and it didn’t take very long for the group of wannabe vigilantes to come to them. When they noticed the four individuals, they stopped, and Bellamy walked up to them with a stern look on his face. He looked at all of them without moving his head, his eyes lingering for a little longer on Michelle. He was frowning.

“You need to step aside, right now.” He warned.

“What are the guns for?” Michelle asked after exchanging a glance with Harper. They knew very well what the guns were for, and Bellamy wasn’t so stupid either.

“There’s an army out there. And we need to hit them before they hit us.” As they spoke, Pike and the others slowly advanced towards them.

“That army was sent to protect us.” Lincoln said.

“Do we have a problem?” Pike asked this in such a way it sounded way more like a threat than a question.

“No.”

“I have always done what is best for us. I need you to trust that I am doing that now.” He glanced at Zoe in the back, and she subtly nodded before stepping away. Michelle frowned, taking a step towards him. Bellamy then looked at Harper and as if she understood his motivation, she nodded and apologized to Lincoln before leaving in turn. There was only Michelle left by his side, and she wasn’t about to walk away as well. She chewed nervously on the inside of her cheek, and she looked at Bellamy, trying to knock some sense into him before it was too late, even though she knew damn well that it was in fact too late. He would stand his grounds and side with Pike still, and he would realize only too late how far he went because he believed in the wrong person. Pike was loud and aggressive but that didn’t make him any less of a snake. Now she knew why she disliked him so much as a teacher on the Ark. He was never a good or a nice man.

“Bellamy.” Her tone of voice was soft. She was trying to do something pointless, but she still tried. And if she wasn’t on Pike’s bad side already, she would be now. “You’re not thinking this through. You can’t let Pike get in your head like this with all his Grounder hatred bullshit, come on. They’re not out there to kill us.”

“I am thinking this through, Michelle.” He came closer to her, and his brows relaxed but not hers. He spoke with determination to convince her this was the right thing to do. “I’m doing this for all of us. We have to hit before they hit us. Trust me on this.”

She looked away for a second. She wanted to believe him but with Pike in the mix, she just couldn’t, and it was tearing her heart apart to have to doubt Bellamy’s intentions but on this one, she couldn’t risk being on the wrong side. And she couldn’t be on the same side as Pike because it would always be the wrong one. She hated that Bellamy let himself be manipulated like this. She still believed there was a way to get him back on the right track, but she just couldn’t support him this time. She shook her head and looked back at him.

“You can’t just go out there to kill 300 people. They’re here to protect us.”

“They’re Grounders.”

“So were your fucking ancestors, Pike.” She spat vehemently, giving him a death stare.

“Watch your tone. You wouldn’t talk to your mother like this.”

“Don’t you talk about my mother.” She angrily rose her voice at Pike, suddenly walking towards him but she was stopped mid-way by Bellamy who grabbed her arms and moved her back in front of him. Pike obviously kept his composure and just looked at them. She hated how vicious he was, mentioning her mother like this, to try and get to her emotionally and he almost did get something out of her, but Bellamy prevented that. If she was alone, she would have bursted out in tears but her voice barely broke when she talked back to him.

“Let us pass.” Bellamy asked her, almost whispering. For a second, she got lost in his eyes, but this was nothing like the intimate and priviledged moments they had once shared. They were surrounded by Pike’s minions. She made a pout, shaking her head again as she pushed his hands away and stepped back next to Lincoln, staring at Bellamy. He seemed disappointed by her reaction, probably hoping she wouldn’t fight him, but he wasn’t Clarke, and the latter was the only one she would blindly follow.

“I can’t.” Bellamy let his arms hang at his sides and they held each other's gaze.

“Lincoln, you wanna prove you’re one of us, let us pass.” Pike spoke to the Grounder.

“I’m not moving.” One of Pike’s men suddenly aimed at him, urging him to get out of the way and Lincoln subtly pushed Michelle behind him as he grabbed the gun and made the man lose his balance, holding his knife up to the latter’s throat, backing away. Being behind him, Michelle was kind of stuck there, having to step back as well. The rest of Pike’s men brandished their guns. Bellamy told them to put the guns down and Pike encouraged them to listen to him.

“So much for the good Grounder.” Monty’s mother noted.

“Quiet, Hannah.” Michelle now stood aside, still not about to leave. “Whose people are you defending here, Lincoln?”

“Lincoln, put down the knife. No one has to get hurt here.” Bellamy added.

“I can’t let you start a war.”

“We’re already at war.”

“Not with the Grounders out there.” Michelle argued.

“They’re all Grounders.”

“This is so stupid… They’re not all Ice Nation. We’re not at war with them.”

“Neither of you can stop this.” She stared back at Bellamy, letting out a quiet but heavy sigh. Shaking her head in disbelief, not taking her eyes off him, she mouthed his name but not a sound came out of her lips, and she hated that she could see in his eyes that he wasn’t sorry for any of this. He truly thought he was doing the right thing here. The PA system in the camp went off and screeched for a second before a voice came on.

“All unstationed security personnel report at the main gate.” He repeated the message a couple of times as a buzzing sound sounded in the background. Octavia appeared in their sight and ran towards Lincoln.

“What’s wrong with you?” Bellamy closed his eyes and looked at his sister. A second later a bunch of Arkadia guards arrived with their guns. Michelle saw her father walking in their direction among the soldiers. She could’ve searched for him longer but when earlier she came across Harper, she didn’t waste any more time. They had gone straight to Lincoln. As Kane came closer, Pike asked his people to put their guns on the ground.

“Lincoln, it’s all right. Let him go.” At Kane’s words, he released the man who threatened him. The future chancellor and his daughter exchanged a quiet glance.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Abby enquired.

“What you didn’t have the guts to do.”

“Did you arm these people?” Kane headed towards Bellamy. He didn’t even answer but his silence alone was enough for him to understand.

“Guards take them to lock up now.” They were quickly all arrested as she told everyone else to go back to their quarters. It was late and there was nothing else to see here. “It’s over.”

“Nothing is over.” Pike exclaimed. “We are surrounded by warriors who want us dead.

“That’s enough!” Kane spoke up.

“No, it isn’t. Not even close. Why don’t you show us all what you let the Grounders do to you yesterday? Come on, Kane. I think that the people who are about to vote for you have a right to know.” Michelle frowned, having no idea what he was talking about. She got closer to Abby and her dad. He looked around him as people asked him to show them whatever it was. He lifted his sleeve and showed the crowd a red mark on his arm.

“It’s the mark of the Commander’s coalition. It means we are the 13th clan. It means we are in this fight together.”

“No. It’s what farmers used to do to their livestock.”

“Right before the slaughterhouse.” Hannah shouted, trying to entice the crowd into siding with them. And people started to be for Pike going as far as to tell him to be on the ballot for tomorrow’s election. Michelle turned around when she heard Bellamy chanting Pike’s name, followed by every single one of those who had been arrested, and a lot of people in the crowd. This felt like a nightmare. She stepped next to her father, and he put a hand on her shoulder out of habit. He, Abby, and Michelle looked at each other, worried and dumbfounded by the situation.

“I tried to talk him out of it.” She said quietly, looking at them walk away.

“You did what you could.” He gently squeezed her shoulder, unable to take his eyes off the people still chanting Pike’s name like a bunch of brainwashed people. Things were only about to get worse now that Pike convinced others to be with him. There was a risk he could be elected the next day and with him at the head of the whole group, it would be war against any Grounder in sight.

The next day, with barely a few hours of sleep as she was unable to get any rest, Michelle attended the election held outside in the camp and and Pike quickly received a majority of the votes. They couldn’t believe it. Once it was over, her father and two guards headed towards the prison wing of the ring. She followed them and hid behind the walls to let them pass without being seen and, to keep a certain distance. She followed them until they got to the portion of the corridor that went straight to the cell door. She stopped behind a corner and even though she wished she could be closer, it should be enough for her to hear them talk. If she tried to approach, it wouldn’t be the guards or Kane who would notice her, it would be the prisoners and she would be spotted by everyone anyway because if Pike saw her lurking around the corner, he would never keep his mouth shut. He knew she was out of reach for his manipulation tricks. She would never talk with him. He was only going there to tell Pike of his win at the election, but she still wasn’t supposed to be following him when he had asked her not to, though he knew she wasn’t always listening to him. She went ahead with following him because she was fully aware he wouldn’t get mad at her for something like this. He had other things to be uspet about anyway.

Kane pressed on the panel next to the door, unlocking the door before walking in. Everyone inside stood up. He walked up to Pike.

“Congratulations, Mr. Chancellor.”

“Where’s Abby?”

“Wishes she could be here.” He handed him the Chancellor pin. “The vote wasn’t close. Our people are now your responsibility, Charles. I hope you take that seriously.”

“Thank you, Marcus. I certainly intend to. For my first official action as Chancellor, I pardon myself and the others. For my second official action, I reject the brand that made us the 13th clan. For my third, let’s finish what we started.” Michelle felt a knot in her stomach just hearing this and she rested her head against the corner with a sigh, not caring if she was seen anymore. She crossed her arms and watched the people walk out of the cell, keeping her eyes on her father as he stopped Bellamy before he left. He spoke to him in a whisper so she couldn’t hear but the expression on Bellamy’s face as he walked past him. He noticed Michelle standing there and gave her a brief look but there was nothing there, no compassion, nothing. It was just the dark brown of his eyes looking at her like they were enemies.

[To be continued…]

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Published (12/29/2023) by Andrea

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 3 months

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Quick! Name your fav unfinished/abandoned fanfics. Maybe shouting their names into the void will bring them back like some kind of Beetlejuice situation.

(A gal can dream lol)

Cool ask!! You didn't ask me to specify a fandom, so I didn't. As I've been going through my bookmarks, tagging them and sorting them into the correct collections, I've noticed several unfinished that I miss. Please do not judge how incredibly insanely varied my tastes are. If an author had a tumblr, I tagged it. Please note this list is heavily influenced by nostalgia:

At the Office by wolfqueen1015 , 62/70 chapters, The 100, multiship (but I read it for linctavia (Lincoln/Octavia Blake)), last updated 2/22/2021.

As a linctavia shipper, I actually did not care if Clarke was with Bellamy or Lexa, and read many a fic I enjoyed that went either way for side linctavia. (I will sincerely apologize for that @catthestral497). This is a bellarke fic, beware. It's just a silly stupid social media fic that I found really funny in 10th grade, and I actually think is still funny. I want my last eight chapters.

operation braven by orphan_account , 19/? chapters, The 100, multiship (but I read it for linctavia (Lincoln/Octavia Blake)), last updated 7/3/2018.

It's my honest prerogative to say The 100 is a bad show, it's really not good, but I have read this fanfiction all the way through at least five times and some of it lives in my brain in place of childhood memories. Again, it's a silly social media fic but it's so funny, I miss it.

Infinite Variations by Someone_else_before , 17/? chapters, Stranger Things, mileven (Mike Wheeler/Eleven), last updated 1/1/2018.

My guilty pleasure for so so long has been 2016 post season one Stranger Things fics. I think they have infinitely cooler plotlines than the actual show. This is slightly different, it's a full season one rewrite where the Demogorgan never comes and never takes Will, and Eleven and Mike meet through dreams. I could die to find out how this fic ends, it's been like six years.

Perry the Evil-Adjacent Boyfriend series by Kereea , 15/? works, Phineas and Ferb, perryshmirtz (Heinz Doofenshmirtz/Perry the Platypus), last updated 8/29/2020.

STAY WITH ME ON THIS. Me and my roommate decided to explore this tag as a joke (highly recommend), and I stumbled upon this?? Incredibly sweet and wholesome gem?? Anyways its about a human Perry who quits OWCA and adopts the kids after his brother Lawrence and Lawrence's wife Linda die in a car accident (insane premise) and then him and Doof raise the kids with Vanessa? It's literally so wholesome and cute and family friendly, god I love this fic I have to go read it again I wish there was more.

New Elysium by Cloud_Nine , 16/? chapters, The Walking Dead, multiship (but I read it for gleggie (Glenn Rhee/Maggie Greene) and richonne (Rick Grimes/Michonne)) last updated 3/21/2021.

This fanfiction. Lives with me almost every day, I am FURIOUS that there isn't more of it. This is a fic about the members of Rick's group waking up before the apocalypse began but some have their memories of the events to come, so they start gathering, finding each other, and setting up the best location to hunker down. I just for some reason could spend hours reading about their little house mission and the seeds and working on getting generators to the farm, god, the tension of the time ticking down gets me.

New Chat Created: North Island Daggers by Comin2U , 24/24 (now marked complete), Top Gun movies, multiship (but I read it for icemav (Tom "Iceman" Kazansky/Pete "Maverick" Mitchell) and a lil for the hangster (Jake "Hangman" Seresin/Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw), last updated 7/29/2022.

This fic, ohohoho. By now you all know I love a social media au, a text fic, anything of the sort. But this fic is creme of the crop of any social media au. It's just so magnificent. It's my fav thing ever, which is found family, and involves my two favorite things to see in a Top Gun fic; icemav adopting the dagger squad post mission, and also the Daggers being shocked and then pissed at Rooster when they discover Mav is married to Ice. Also Ice using sign is always a fucking bonus to me.

Spider Sully series by @alexihollis , 11/? works, James Cameron Avatar movies, Spider Socorro & Sully Family, last updated 4/11/2023.

I've raved about this fic enough for you all, but once again! This is the og and if I had my way it would go on forever and ever and never end. Especially now that it's ended up on the front lines fighting for aocorro, which you all also know I've recently decided I enjoy.

I Believe We're The Enemy by reginalds , 7/10 chapters, Spartacus (2010), nagron (Nasir/Agron), last updated 8/13/2015.

This fanfiction was last updated in 2015, but I only watched 2010 Spartacus in 2021 and that's what hurts most of all, huh? What a fantastic show. There would probably be a ton more nagron fics on here but I stopped reading unfinished fics from 2012 😔. Like genuinely though I've bled that fandom dry, I've read every single Barca/Pietros fic that exists.

The Pride of Burrough House by RonsGirlFriday @constitutionalweasleymonarchy , 23/65 chapters, Harry Potter series, multiship, last updated 12/8/2023.

This fic is still being updated, I believe it's just slow because each chapter is an epic. It's just really cool and you all should read it. It's a regency era Harry Potter fic which like, all the ships getting their own plot. Also love love Harry just, growing up rich and cool with his parents lol. I think the dialogue is super fun and I'm very invested in every characters plot so far.

a study in poor judgement by cze , 7/8 chapters, The Goldfinch, boreo (Theodore Decker/Boris Pavlikovsky), last update 8/29/2022.

It's so close though!!! I've read every boreo fanfiction that exists too, and for a bummer of a book, it's a bummer of a fandom as well lol. This fic (although it also manages to be a bummer), puts Theo in such a funny predicament that it combats enough of the bummer-ness that I just loved it. And just like almost every other boreo fic, it's stupidly well written.

Best Laid Plans by voiceoftime @music-is-love-90 , 30/40 chapters, Bridgerton, kanthony (Kate Sharma/Anthony Bridgerton), last updated 3/24/2023.

This is my favorite of my favorite type Bridgerton fics to read, which is Kate and Anthony courting from the beginning instead of the nonsense with Edwina. And this one is just *chefs kiss* I think it's still being updated as well though. Hopefully.

Holding On and Letting Go by Nizhoni93 , 9/? chapters, The Black Phone, rinney (Finney Blake/Robin Arellano), last updated 9/8/2023.

I have pushed this fic before, but once again it is absolutely heartbreaking. I cried seven separate times reading just one of the chapters. I need it finished so I know if it works the fuck out, because I literally cannot handle ghost Robin being stuck watching the boy he loves but can't see him for the rest of Finney's life.

When Eywa Sleeps, So Do Her Children by Aye_Dei , 9/9 (now marked as complete), James Cameron Avatar movies, Ao'nung/Neteyam/Spider, last updated 10/23/2023.

This one is a massive bummer, as it was ended due to newfound bigotry, but I was really enjoying it before it was discontinued.

And finally, I just wanted to express my deep disappointment that my icemav Star Wars au was deleted halfway through. I'm mad about it.

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Hello, Alexa!☺️

How are you?

A bit of a random Q, but! I remember you saying that the first fanfic you wrote

was ‘Oh Christmas Tree' and I was just wondering if there was any other fandoms

you ever thought about writing for? Even if you don’t want to publish them! :) An even more general question, what other fandoms would you say you're into?

I know it's a little random, but I just love hearing about other people's interests/loves! 🥰

(I’m sorry if you’ve answered these in some way before)

Have a lovely weekend!

Hi Bo!! 🌟 I'm so good! I'm having the best afternoon with some coffee and a treat from Trader Joe's and working on a fluffy oneshot! I hope you're doing well! I love seeing you pop in my inbox!

The call of Bradley with a pine tree allergy and getting his best girl a fluffy pink one was too strong for me to resist! It was such a new thing for me that I wrote the whole thing on the notes app on my phone, it didn't even cross my mind to open a word doc for it, lol.

It's such a funny thing that for the years and years that I've jotted down ideas and dialogue that I never once thought of actually sitting down and trying my hand at writing fanfic until last year!

More for you under the cut!

My first foray into fandom and fanfic was when I was a nugget out there wilding on fanfic.net and shipping Clark/Lana from Smallville and Padme/Anakin from Star Wars. (back when I didn't even know what shipping meant, lol)

In college, I didn't have much time to read books because of all the school work, so I turned to fanfic again and got really into The Hunger Games. Dandelion Peeta had my heart, and all the modern AUs really softened the dystopian angst. That fandom had so many truly terrific writers, ones that I still follow even today.

Which is how I ended up becoming a big The 100 girlie. Some of my favorite THG authors started posting and writing for a couple of the main characters on that show and I was hooked. (it's been a lot of fun to learn that some of my fav TGM babes were also the 100 babes, so we've trauma bonded over it, haha)

And let me tell you, I need to be financially COMPENSATED by the CW for the chokehold this man had on me for like 5 years. (the hair! the gravely voice! the chin dimple! the biceps! the grumpy king with a heart of gold!)

If I was going to write for another fandom, it would be that one. Bellarke (bellamy blake and clarke griffin) still has my heart. At the height of it, I was spending hours every day reading fic for them. The chemistry between them was bananas and every week I was waiting on baited breath for any little interaction between them. It's funny now because the actors are actually married now, haha! The show gave us crumbs and went out with such a tragic whimper, but the fandom and the incredible talent there is probably why I was so invested and still read fics about them on AO3.

When I reread my favorite series The Winners Trilogy by Marie Rutkoski I fall DEEP into an Arin/Kestrel spiral. It's such an underrated YA series that I'm pretty sure I've read every piece of fanfiction that's out there (which isn't nearly enough) at least 5 times.

There was a brief Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen GOT era, but it was short lived.

I also like the Darkling/Alina dynamic from Shadow and Bone. I read the series when the books first came out before the show, and wasn't particularly enamored with them as a couple. But then they had to go and cast the pretty bearded attention whore that is Ben Barnes and I had simply no choice but to ship, lol.

I always joke and say that I don't pick the hyperfixations, that they choose me. But it's really true. The 100 ended in 2020 and I didn't have anything really capture my attention in the same way until TGM. This is the first fandom that I've really participated in, like getting to know other people and creating content! And it's been so wonderful!

Oof! Well, this got out of control quickly, lol. This was such a fun ask to get! I haven't been asked before, so I really went off the deep end here giving you my full life fandom history, haha!

#answers from alexa #inbox 💌#this got out of control very quickly lol #i am also very happy to rec fics to anyone if we have some of the same fandom interests!

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By Your Side: Part 8

Demetri Stevens had spent the last few years of her life in the skybox for a crime she didn’t commit. One morning she woke up to a huge commotion in her cell block and before she knew it, she was on a dropship. She was sent from the Ark, a space station that had spent the last 97 years in space, down to Earth to see if it is inhabitable with 99 other prisoners. Once on Earth she reconnects with her old best friend, makes new friends, steps on some toes, and helps the 100 survive as they have returned to what was their home once before. With each test and trial; things change, people change, and feelings change. This is a new start for the 100, will Demetri allow it to be a new start for her as well? Or will ghosts of her past keep her stuck, well, in the past?

A The 100 fanfic written by letmewritefreely Bellamy Blake x OC: Demetri Stevens warnings: based off the tv series; gore, mentions or implications of sexual content, angst, fluff, violence, death, gets darker as the series continues.

A/N: It’s been a few years. Sorry about that. Being an adult is pain but, I’m doing so much better than I was when I started this account & started writing this. I plan to get all the parts posted soon. And then continue till the series is finished <33

Anyways feedback, any feedback, is good feedback! Let me know your thoughts! And I’ll bet getting on a semi-regular schedule as I continue to work on the series! <3 ((S1:E10 & E11))

Parts: Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

She was running. Running through the woods from something but what Demetri didn’t know. All she knew is that she had to run and not stop. She wildly looked around her as she kept moving, leaving the part of the forest she had grown somewhat familiar with and entering completely new territory. Her legs abruptly felt detached like they weren’t her own. She stopped moving her body but it kept moving relative to the outside world. She tried to find something, anything to give her an idea of the time of day or her location.

Then she saw him. Her dad. He was just standing in the woods watching her pass. Then her mom. She looked just like the picture, her long and wavy blonde hair blowing in some invisible wind. Her piercing green eyes seemed to stare right through Demetri. They stood together, arms looped together loosely with faint smiles. Then there was Clarke and her parents. They waved as Demetri ran past, her chest constricted at seeing Clarke’s dad, Jake, and his wide smile while he had an arm locked around Clarke’s shoulders. Her attention focused forward to see the next human figure before her they faded into the forest. Her eyes locked on Bellamy, he was dressed much like she’d seen him the first day on Earth with his hair brushed back, a crisp button down and utility pants adorning his figure. Except he was standing between Octavia and their mom. Demetri had seen the woman only once, but she was so vivid and real in front of her, she believed she was really there. After the Blakes, she nearly came face-to-face with Marcus and Vera. Demetri couldn’t breathe as she looked at the woman who was practically her grandmother. Vera walked over to her and stepped into the time warp she was stuck in.

“I’ve missed you dear.” Vera’s voice was soft as she stepped closer and cradled Demetri’s face.

“Vera?” Demetri looked her over, “How are you here?” Her hands rested over the older woman’s, “The Ark isn’t scheduled to send more people down yet.”

“I won’t be coming down dear.” Vera’s face remained calm as she spoke. “I’m afraid I will stay up here in space.” The words settled funny.

“Up here?” Demetri’s face scrunched up. “Vera, I’m confused. What do you mean?”

“Why, we’re all dead up here.” Vera’s tone turned ice cold, her hands on Demetri’s face sucked the warmth from her body. “You’re living down on Earth and we’re dead. Floating around out of oxygen. You were sent down to save us and you can’t even do that.” Vera spat, her grip on Demetri’s face tightening enough to trigger Demetri’s fight or flight response.

“Vera, please let go.” Demetri winced as the woman’s hold got tighter still. “It hurts.” She struggled against the abnormal strength of the older woman.

“It hurts?” Vera cackled sarcastically. “Imagine how much it hurt when we all suffocated to death. All because you allowed some boy to steal a radio. A boy that isn’t even worth your time yet is far worthier than you to live.”

“Vera, what are yo--?” Demetri tried to push the woman away from her, aware of the probable nail marks along her jaw and neck. “Vera, if you’re here in front of me then you’re alive.” Demetri argued as she finally stepped away from the woman with her fingers rubbing the spots where Vera’s hands had been.

“But I’m not really here child.” Vera’s head snapped to the right, the loud crack made Demetri jump. “I told you, I’m dead. Up in space. Like everyone else. Because you are weak and you are negligent.”

“No, that’s not-- Ah!” It was like a wall was dropped in front of Demetri, who was still moving as fast as before, slammed into it. Her body crumpled to the ground.

“You’re the reason we’re dead my dear, you failed us. Brought shame to your parents.” Vera’s voice had changed, but the words are what hurt Demetri the most. “You got distracted by an attractive face and forgot about us aboard the Ark, left us to die.”

“I’m keeping people alive down here.” She shook her head. “You up on the Ark sent us down here to die.” She faced Vera. “If anyone has any right to be angry it’s me, one of the 100 who were sent down as an experiment.” Demetri stood up on shaky legs. “We’re trying our best with what we have, you don’t understand that.” Demetri felt defiance swell in her chest, the majority of her life she had had adults speak at her like they knew her. It was one of the reasons she ended up getting into trouble because people felt like they had a say in her life and put labels onto her and no matter how much she fought she always ended up succumbing to those labels one way or another. She had had enough, especially since landing on Earth had allowed her to be more herself than she had ever before.

“You’ve failed us.” Marcus called from behind her. “If we haven’t died yet up here, we will, because of you.” His voice turned sinister as two hands wrapped painfully around her upper arms. “I put so much faith in you Demetri.”

“I died trying to save everyone, and you’ve let them all die.” Jake said from her right as his hands wrapped around Demetri by her throat.

“I put too much trust in a piece of trash like you.” Abby’s voice rang out to Demetri’s left, her eyes barely locking with Abby’s glaring ones. “You’ve spent so much of your life trying to take care of her yet you can’t even protect Clarke, the only one worth saving out of you two.” Her words hurt, but Demetri stood tall.

“You’re all wrong, there’s still time for you.” Demetri managed to get the words out despite Jake’s grip tightening around her throat. “Jake you died trying to warn everyone, they’re doing what they can up there now to get down here. While we’re on the ground doing what we can to stay alive. All of us.” Her lips kept moving but the words stopped.

Demetri couldn’t focus on anything anymore, it was so hard for her to breathe. Jake let go just before she completely passed out and all the hands holding her up instantly disappeared. She fell to the ground again, her hands fisted the damp soil as she steadied herself. When she looked up again everyone she had seen before and more, many from the Ark she’d seen in passing, stood before her with grotesque injuries and dried blood everywhere. Movement to the left caught her eye and when Demetri jerked her head in that direction she was met with such a ghastly sight she almost threw up. Before her, torn to shreds with missing limbs and covered in gashes with weapons sticking from their bodies, stood the remaining members of the 100. Standing at the head of the group was Bellamy and Clarke, both beaten and barely standing. There was a giant gash down Clarke’s face as she stared down at Demetri with such a hatred in her one eye. And Bellamy, he was almost unrecognizable from all the blood covering his body and clothes.

“What -- “ Demetri sputtered crawling towards them a little. “What happened to you?” She froze after a few inches from the smell of decay and blood.

“You’re weak and couldn’t save us.” Bellamy words were gargled from missing half his lower jaw. “And now, we’re all dead.”

“No. We were just sleeping in your tent Bell” Demetri’s head shook as if it were on a spring as tears gathered. “And Clarke we --”

“Your incompetence killed us.” Clarke cut her off, “And now we’ll kill you.”

Clarke raised a handgun in her left hand, Demetri finally noticed that she only had one arm. Then she took three steps to stop right in front of Demetri and pressed the tip of the barrel against her forehead. Demetri blinked rapidly to rid her eyes of the tears but the world before her only got more and more blurry.

“I trusted you. We all trusted you.” Clarke’s voice was so quiet, like she was speaking into Demetri’s ear. “This is your fault.” Demetri heard Clarke pull the hammer back and it clicked into place. She drew in a deep breath, accepting of what was coming. In the next moment came the loud bang that shook Demetri’s entire being. She opened her eyes to see a red haze over everything as her body began to fall over.

Demetri jerked awake just as her body was about to hit the ground in her dream. Her cheeks were damp when she pulled her hands to her face and tried to slow her racing heart.

“It was just a nightmare.” Demetri mumbled to herself.

Her hands slowly rubbed up and down her face, pausing at her forehead. She poked around where she could still feel the cold metal of the tip of the gun and made sure there wasn’t a hole there. Then she felt the rest of her body, patting her feet first then moving up her legs and squeezing at her size and stomach as she continued up her chest, down each arm, and ended with resting her hands on either side of her neck. Demetri leant forward to rest her elbows on her knees as she brought herself back to earth, the vivid imagery of her nightmare flashing before her eyes again. The moment her friends in their varying states of decay came to the forefront of her mind her eyes shot open and she patter her cheeks lightly to try to clear her mind.

“Stay in the present Dem.” Demetri mumbled to herself as she sighed and looked around to see where she was. It took a second for her to remember she had fallen asleep beside Bellamy, she smiled to herself as she laid back and turned on her side to stare at him.

Demetri hadn’t been able to sleep for more than a few hours a night since they landed on Earth. It was a mix of the anxiety of never knowing what was coming and the nightmares that had started to plague her as more and more happened. They were often like the one she had just had, some tragedy that she couldn’t stop and everyone turns on her. She knew she’d only been out for a few hours when she woke up and her body was still sore and her eyes hurt. She focused on Bellamy still passed out beside her in hopes it would chase away the nightmares and his soft, even breaths almost coaxed her back to dreamland. But she remained awake, wanting to burn this moment into her memory for the rest of her days, however long or short.

Demetri had never seen Bellamy in such a peaceful state, she thought maybe he’d been like this when he was younger and he was surrounded by his family. But since she had known him, a month or two now, she’d only seen emotions like anxiety, fear, anger, determination, worry on his face. Now, with him asleep and the lines associated with those emotions nowhere to be seen he looked much younger, more his age. Her fingers traced up his cheekbones, down the slope of his nose, around the curve of his cupids bow. She counted his freckles and lashes with how close she was to him. She relaxed back against his side, in his sleepy haze he pulled her closer and held her to him. Demetri could have laid there and watched Bellamy forever, but the Universe proved it was never really on their side.

“Demi? Bellamy? Are you guys up?” Clarke’s voice called just outside the tent.

“I am, give me a second.” Demetri answered quietly.

She untangled herself from Bellamy’s still sleeping form and quickly threw her clothes on. As she was lacing up her boots, Demetri tried to push her nightmare to the back of her mind. Seeing the two most important people to her so clearly hurt and practically dead before her had really left her mind in a bit of a mess. She didn’t want to leave Bellamy in that moment, but she also needed to see Clarke. Just to reassure her subconscious that both of them were okay and that they were going to be fine. Demetri swore to herself in that moment that no matter what happened, she’d protect those she cared about and that meant all of the 100. With a final deep breath she stood and gazed down at Bellamy one last time before slipping out of the tent as quietly as she could.

After she unlatched the flap and stepped out of Bellamy’s tent, still getting her (his) jacket on, Clarke sent her a funny look. Demetri straightened herself out before she tugged her friend away from the tent a bit. The warmth from Clarke’s hand in Demetri’s eased her heart a bit and she subconsciously squeezed Clarke’s hand before letting it go. Demetri noted that the sky was still dark meaning she definitely hadn’t slept very long.

“Before you say anything, no, nothing happened.” Demetri stopped whatever thoughts were running through Clarke’s head. “We just talked some and fell asleep.”

“Is that what caused that entire braid to fall out.” Clarke motioned to Demetri’s left braid, which had in fact completely fallen out. Demetri didn’t even think about how she would look after having a nightmare like that, of course she’d look like a mess.

“I’ve haven’t redone them in a while, it was just a matter of time.” Demetri waved it off as she calmly removed her band and ran her fingers through what was left of the braid to try and untangle it. “I’ve been wanting to change it up anyway.” Demetri then did the same with the other braid and as she finger brushed her hair out she turned to Clarke. “Sun’s not up yet, so what’s up? That anxious to go to the crash site?” She quickly turned the attention onto Clarke before she could say anything else.

“No, I mean yeah I am but it’s not that.” Clarke watched Demetri tie her hair back into a low ponytail before she nodded at Clarke to continue. “I wanted to check on you, last night with Finn; I’ve never seen you lose it like that.”

“I admit, I lost it.” Demetri nodded as she looked away from Clarke and leant back against a wooden stand. “And I know you have feelings for him, but what that was yesterday was stupid and reckless. If you hadn’t asked me and Bellamy to follow you, you all could have died.” Demetri looked up at the night sky admiring the stars.

“You’re sure you saw grounders in the trees? Ready to shoot?” Clarke asked, needing that confirmation.

“I checked myself before Jasper jumped into action.” Demetri locked eyes with Clarke for a moment before looking back at the stars. “Sure, he should have waited a bit longer, but him stepping out and saving your life was brave. I didn’t see all of them, but the few I saw were all pointing at different people and you’ve seen their accuracy first hand Clarke.”

“I know Demi.” Clarke nodded. “Did you mean what you said?” She asked quietly.

“Which part?” Demetri cocked her head towards Clarke, “Because I meant every word I spat at Finn earlier.”

“The part of about you killing him?” Clarke couldn’t look at Demetri.

“Clarke, if you had gotten killed up there, Finn would have never made it back to camp.” Demetri’s voice was cold, so much so a shiver ran through Clarke’s body; the nightmare bringing a new sense of protectiveness forward in Demetri. “It sounds harsh, and maybe Raven would have fought me after the fact, but he’s not using his head. If you guys up on that bridge got shot down, it would have caused a ripple effect. A war would have started between me losing you and Bellamy losing Octavia. We might still have a chance at peace, at finding a middle ground. But Finn doesn’t get to make any calls. He’s already shown his true colors, blindly putting faith somewhere he shouldn’t.” Clarke just nodded. “Thank you for telling us, but please don’t run off like that again without a plan.” Demetri paused and turned towards Clarke with her hands on the younger girl’s shoulders. “I was terrified on the riverbank.”

“I won’t.” Clarke hugged Demetri tightly. “Should we get everyone up now?”

“Yea,” Demetri sighed as she looked up to see the sun starting to rise over the horizon. “Let’s get going soon, I’ll get Bellamy.”

“Of course, I won’t be waking Bellamy up.” Clarke teased, earning a jab from Demetri.

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Within the next hour those going on the expedition to check the Exodus crash were up and ready to go. They set off in the direction they saw it crash in with weapons, supplies, and anything that could help any survivors. There was a solemn atmosphere around Clarke as she walked beside Demetri. She had nothing but her backpack and a hope that her mother either survived or wasn’t on the Exodus ship at all. Demetri talked quietly with her the whole way, trying to keep her spirits up while still preparing her for the worst. Demetri continued to remind her that she didn’t know if Abby was even on the ship since they hadn’t talked to the Ark yet. If anyone paid enough attention to Demetri they’d see she was off a little, Bellamy noticed of course but he didn’t ask, even though she hid it quite well.

The sun was high in the sky by the time they made it to the outskirts of the crash site. As they got closer they saw the surrounding vegetation charred black from the explosion. There were pieces of the wreckage everywhere with small fires still burning scattered around. Everyone stepped lightly, listening for calls for help even though they doubted there would be any. The charred, skeletal remains enforced that thought. Demetri walked along with Clarke, staying by her side as both protection and support as she held a rifle in her hands. Demetri kept a watchful eye on everything around them, both looking for anything to answer their questions and for possible Grounders. She would lock eyes with Bellamy whenever they passed him and he’d always offer a small nod, it was enough to keep her in the here and now. Demetri could hear Finn and Raven in the distance talking about Clarke who was in her own world.

“She shouldn’t be here.” Finn was focused on Clarke as she slowly walked around examining everything.

“Her mom was supposed to be on the ship.” Raven said as if it explained everything. “She’s looking for answers, you want to help her, find me the black box.” Raven paused her search of the pile of rubble before her. “Or hard drives, anything that will tell me why this ship crashed.” She continued her search, careful of everything.

“Stay sharp, retaliation for the bridge will happen it’s just a matter of when.” Bellamy’s voice rang through the space around them.

“Do you blame them?” Finn barked, spinning to face Bellamy.

“No,” Bellamy didn’t miss a beat, he stole a glance at Demetri before zeroing in on Finn a few feet away. “I blame you.”

“If you hadn’t brought guns--” Finn started, finger jabbing the air between him and Bellamy.

“If we didn’t bring guns, we’d all be dead right now.” Raven cut Finn off with a huff as she stopped searching again to speak directly to him.

“Why they’re coming doesn’t matter anymore.” Finn’s shocked gaze flitted to Bellamy, “It’s our job to be ready when they do. We’re on our own now.”

“Clarke?” Demetri squeaked when a smell that was so strong it almost knocked Clarke on her butt, then hit Demetri moments later. “What’s that?”

“Clarke! Demetri!” Raven yelled before heading over to them. “Get back!”

“Rocket fuel?” Clarke asked, covering her nose and glancing at Demetri as she coughed.

“Hydrazine. It’s highly flammable when not solid. If it meets fire, we’re all done for.”

Raven dipped a rock the size of an acorn into the pink liquid oozing from a small opening in the side of the ship. Hardly any of the fuel was on the rock before she yelled a warning and tossed it into a still burning fire. The explosion did not match the fuel and the ground trembled around them.

“Holy shit.” Demetri sighed, staring between the fire and the leaking pink liquid.

“We need to clear the area.” Raven turned from the pair beside her and back towards Bellamy.

“Okay, then.” Bellamy turned towards everyone else. “Move in formation, no stragglers, weapons at the ready. We need to get back before dark.”

Everyone moved as one to form a group and start back the way they had come. Clarke started to walk back, a deep sigh rattled her bones. Demetri fell in step beside her and nudged her best friend. Clarke gave her the tiniest, fake smile she could muster knowing Demetri would see through it. Demetri gave her a tiny smile in return and remained at her side. They had learned nothing from this little expedition except there was a lot of dangerous rocket fuel just waiting to explode and no one survived the crash. The weight of the situation sat heavily on both Clarke’s and Demetri’s shoulders, this left so many questions unanswered and created more questions. Why did the Exodus ship launch early? Why did it crash? Who was on it? Why couldn’t they get in contact with the Ark? Were they really on their own now? It all seemed surreal to Demetri. One minute they were planning the days for each drop ship to come down and the camp was buzzing with excitement then the next the Ark goes dark and the first drop ship since the 100 crashed to Earth. It made Demetri feel like they were never going to catch a break. Deep in her head, Demetri came back to notice they were coming up on a ridge that had taken them an hour to find a way across that morning. Thankfully, they knew where to go and it only took thirty minutes. They had made it pretty far without running into anyone or anything and it made the tension in the group die down.

Demetri had decided to walk a bit away from the group as they went since it seemed they were fine. She started to look around more as they went as she still really enjoyed taking in the scenery. She kept part of her attention on the group as they moved in a pretty straight line back to camp and hung towards the back of the group. Demetri could hear Clarke and Bellamy talking plans of action incase the Grounders attacked as she slowed her pace a bit. She was just enough off the trail and just busy enough looking up and around to miss the sudden decline. Demetri tumbled down the small hill, the rifle disappearing amongst the leaves as she rolled. Her yelp caught a few members of the group’s attention and they only jumped towards the sound with their own rifles raised. By the time she stopped at the bottom of the hill a loud metal clunk sounded and a piercing pain pulsed around her shoulder. Demetri struggled to turn her head around to see she where she had fallen. It looked like a bear trap she’d read about in her Earth science books.

“Bellamy? Clarke?” She gasped, suddenly feeling really stupid for wandering from the group, the fear of dying like this consumed her.

“Demetri?” Clarke yelled. “Where are you?” Panic overwhelmed her when she noticed the older girl was no where to be seen.

“Here! Down here!” Demetri cried out, she had landed on her stomach with her right shoulder in the center of the trap. There was no way she could ever get out of this trap herself. If she had been alone she would have died here.

“Oh my god!” Clarke ran down the hill, holding onto the trees as she went before she landed ungracefully next to Demetri. “What happened?”

“Fell into a trap.” Demetri gasped, biting back a sarcastic reply and swallowing a groan.

“Right, let’s get you out of here first.” At the moment, Clarke didn’t know what to do. She felt helpless. “Finn! Bellamy!”

The two guys bolted to the top of the hill and looked down to see Clarke trying to keep Demetri calm with a metal contraption digging into her shoulder. Bellamy moved first, he threw his gun over his shoulder and much like Clarke, ungracefully flew down the hill. Finn followed a few steps behind and landed across from Clarke just beside the trap. His attention was on the contraption as he stared placing it to his knowledge of trapping and tracking. Finn took only a few seconds take in the full scene. The teeth of the trap dug into her skin about half way up her collarbone, the metal just missing the actual bone. The semi-circle encompassed her entire shoulder and part of her upper arm. He didn’t know much about treating the wound but he knew Demetri would feel much better once she was out of the trap. Finn sighed before he leant over the trap and Demetri to inspect it closer.

“It’s an old bear trap.” Finn carefully moved it around, highly aware of the pained whines coming from Demetri. “There should be a catch that releases it. Bellamy and I can pulled it away from her, this will hurt.” He said the last part directly to Demetri who barely nodded as Clarke turned her onto her side enough for the entire trap to face Finn. All Demetri could do was hiss as the metal dug deeper into her skin.

“I’ll pull her away from of it.” Clarke mumbled as she grabbed ahold of Demetri around her waist, ready to haul her best friend away.

“Found it,” Finn said after a few seconds of feeling around the metal parts, “get ready Bellamy.” Finn looked up at Bellamy’s worried face. “Now.”

Finn pressed on the release and they heard a quiet wheeze from the contraption. The guys grabbed a side of the trap each, their fingers barely fitting in the gaps of the metal teeth, and they pulled. The trap was so rusted and aged it was a miracle that it even went off when Demetri fell on it, yet it barely gave as Finn and Bellamy broke a sweat from the effort. Finally the teeth started to budge from Demetri’s shoulder, blood seeped out of the various wounds left in their wake on her body. As soon as Clarke saw she was clear, she tugged Demetri away with all her might. Demetri clenched her jaw and kept as quiet as she could as she was dragged about five feet away. The pain had subsided a bit after the teeth of the trap were no longer digging into her skin but it still hurt a lot. Physically, this moment had to be the most painful for Demetri as her left hand tried to apply pressure to the wound out of reflex and just the movement of her own body made her whimper. Her entire body went limp in response to the wave of pain with her head was resting on Clarke’s stomach. Demetri just managed to turn her head in time to see Bellamy and Finn let go at the same time and the trap snapped shut with a metallic clunk, her blood covering the teeth.

There was a few moments of just heavy breathing before Clarke’s worry came back full force. She sat Demetri up, much to Demetri’s dismay, and carefully but quickly pulled her jacket off her right side. The wounds would be easy enough to treat, Clarke told herself, noticing how obvious it was that Demetri was in a lot of pain. As if her pale face, shaking body, and sweat covered forehead wasn’t a dead giveaway to that.

“They’re not deep, uhm, I can cauterize the wounds when we get back. But we don’t know what was on the trap. We need to get her back to camp and we need some of that seaweed.” Clarke took a few breaths, “I need something to stop the bleeding for now.”

Bellamy didn’t hesitate to start tearing the bottom of his shirt into strips so Clarke could wrap it tightly around Demetri’s shoulder to stop the bleeding. Once it was done to the best of Clarke’s abilities with what she had, she nodded to the rest of the group. Bellamy zipped his jacket up and hauled Demetri up onto his back.

“Bell, I can walk.” Demetri joked as she winced from the jarring action.

“We’ll move faster this way. We need to get you back to camp.” His tone left no room for an argument.

So Demetri didn’t argue. Finn grabbed the trap on his way back up the hill and followed behind the group as they continued to camp. Clarke had found Demetri’s gun when she headed back towards the group and they had switched places from when they had left, Clarke was beside Demetri watching like a hawk. If there would only ever be one thing Clarke and Bellamy would always agree on, it was Demetri. She was hurt and they were both internally freaking out over it.

---

As they came up on the camp Miller was just outside the doors waiting, his face was set in a deep frown. Bellamy let Demetri carefully slide down his back and stand beside him. In the time it took for them to get back to camp the pain had dissipated enough for Demetri to be able to think and breathe easily. She was also able to move on her own as long as she didn’t move her right arm too much. Even the slightest twitch sent a shock through her body. The rest of the group minus the two couples entered the camp.

“What is it Miller?” Bellamy’s arm stayed around Demetri’s waist to keep her standing.

“Murphy’s back.” Miller didn’t look away from Bellamy as more than just those two words were said.

Demetri felt a weird sense of relief flood her at Miller’s words, John was live. That was good news to her but she was curious why he had come back seeing as Bellamy made it very clear about him never returning. The after thought triggered the worry and Demetri straightened her spine as she tightened her grip on Bellamy’s waist.

“Where?” Bellamy’s face hardened.

“Dropship.”

Bellamy took off, barely registering that Demetri was clinging onto him and struggling to keep up. He halted and turned to her with worried eyes.

“You should go with Clarke and let her take care your shoulder.”

“After we deal with Murphy.” Demetri shook her head, pushed herself out of Bellamy’s arms and hiding a wince.

“You’re hurt.” Bellamy stated realizing afterwards how obvious that was.

“And you need me there to deal with him.” Demetri swallowed her sharp intake of breath and looked right at Bellamy. “Let’s go.” Demetri walked towards the dropship alone, telling herself they’d settle this and she’d rest. She wouldn’t let Clarke and Bellamy deal with Murphy alone, she was the tie breaker after all.

Clarke ran up to her side, scolding her but also supporting her as they kept going. Bellamy sighed before he moved to lead the way, his face quickly hardening as they got closer to the dropship. Finn followed on the girls’ heels because he was worried about the same thing Demetri was.

“Where is he?” Bellamy barked as he threw the tarp leading into the dropship to the side.

He stormed in first, the girls and Finn only a few steps behind. They all stopped just a few feet into the drop ship, a small crowd standing around the main area. They saw Murphy, bloodied and beaten, curled in on himself leaning the back wall of the dropship. He was dirty, covered in dried mud and grimy, he looked thinner and frailer. Demetri struggled to swallow down the guilt she felt rising in her chest. She had suggested to banish John, she did this. He seemed to be in worse shape than she was and that alone made her want Clarke to check on him and make sure he was okay.

“Everyone but Joseph and Connor out.” Bellamy commanded. The dropship emptied quickly just from the tone of Bellamy’s voice, no one was curious enough to defy him.

“He says he was with the grounders.” Connor broke the silence, the barrel of his gun resting right beside Murphy’s head in a threatening but non-threatening way.

“We caught him trying to sneak back into camp.” Joseph finished the thought, all his attention was on John Murphy.

“I was running from the grounders, not sneaking in.” Murphy coughed and kept his eyes on the floor.

“See any grounders?” Bellamy asked the guards beside Murphy with his hand resting on the handgun he’d always had on him.

“No.” They chorused looking way too pleased for Demetri to feel comfortable.

“Well in that case --” Bellamy started raised his gun towards Murphy, Demetri who had been clinging to Clarke, tried to stumble towards Bellamy with her left arm outstretched.

“What the hell’s wrong with you?” Finn shoved the nose of the gun down, moving to stand in between Bellamy and Murphy.

“We were clear about what would happen if he came back.” Bellamy looked past Finn and stared right at Murphy’s cowering figure.

“Bellamy, stop.” Demetri flinched as she grabbed his arm and tugged him back a bit.

“If he was with the grounders than he knows things, things that can help us.” Finn reasoned, practically begging Demetri to get Bellamy to stand down with his eyes.

“Help us?” Bellamy choked back a laugh of disbelief. “We hung him, banished him, and now we’re gonna kill him.” Bellamy raised his gun again, “Get out of my way.” Demetri’s grip slipped from his arm and she moved to stand in front of him but Bellamy’s other arm held her back.

“No, Finn’s right.” Clarke rushed out as she looked at Murphy’s hands.

“Like hell he is.” Bellamy’s voice thickened. “Clarke think about Charlotte.” His arm fell to his side as he focused his disappointed look at Clarke, everyone was against him at the moment.

“I am, Bellamy. But what happened to her is as much our fault as it is his.” Clarke turned her head towards him, sparing him a moment, before she focused back on Murphy.

“Bell, calm down.” Demetri tugged on his arm, pulling his attention away from Murphy and to her. “We don’t have to kill him, he’s still one of ours.” Demetri needed Bellamy to stand down, it was the only way she could even begin to make up for being the catalyst for this chain of events.

“Dem, he’s--” Bellamy was focused on Demetri as he tried to read her expression as her hands weakly wrapped around his forearm, begging him to listen to her.

“He’s not lying, his fingernails were torn off.” Clarke carefully looked at Murphy’s hands and the wounds on his face. “They tortured him.”

“You should compare notes.” Finn sneered at Bellamy, which earned him a glare from Demetri.

“They know we’re at war, what did you tell them Murphy?” Demetri asked changing tactics and wobbling towards Murphy. She stopped just beside Clarke and knelt before him, already doing a quick assessment of his condition.

“Everything.” Murphy swallowed thickly, eyes darting between those in the room.

“We see what he knows after he’s better then he’s gone.” Clarke stood and moved towards the exit of the dropship. She glanced at Demetri, who was still on one knee before Murphy, as she stopped just beside Bellamy.

“And if he refuses to leave?” Bellamy turned from Murphy to Clarke. “What do we do then?”

“Then we kill him.” She looked at Murphy before answering, there was a strange resolve in her eyes on full display, then she was gone.

“We’re not killing him.” Demetri said by Murphy’s side the guilt eating away at her.

“Demetri, we’re not letting him stay.” Bellamy asserted. Demetri locked eyes with Murphy and the raw fear she saw in them stole her breath.

“That’s fine, but there’s been too much death, we’re not adding John’s name to the list.” She stood and Bellamy moved to help her instantly. “If he doesn’t want to leave we can take him to one of the bunkers, let him fend for himself there. But we are not killing him.” Demetri looked up into Bellamy’s eyes, trying to share with him how she felt in that moment without words, and as his eyes searched hers she hoped he understood her.

“Ok, ok, fine. Let’s just get Clarke to look at your shoulder, okay?” Bellamy placated already turning towards Joseph and Conner. “Get him laid down somewhere, he needs to rest if he’s going to get better.”

---

The next hour was arguably the worst hour of Demetri’s life, at least since they had landed on Earth. There were twenty four individual cuts in her shoulder from the teeth of the bear trap, twelve for each side. Clarke ended up using a knife similar to the one she used when Jasper was hurt to cauterize each cut. Demetri honestly thought she was going to pass out half way through but somehow, maybe it was thanks to Octavia holding her hand so tightly, she stayed conscious. Demetri barely kept herself together as Clarke finally sealed the last cut and Octavia started wiping away the river of tears falling from Demetri’s eyes. The older girl heaved a huge sigh of relief once Clarke announced she was done. Demetri then watched Clarke use some of the seaweed to make a paste and rub it lightly onto the fresh burns on her shoulder. The sensation, though a little painful at first, ended up soothing away a lot of the remaining pain.

Soon after that Clarke had finished cleaning the wounds and had wrapped Demetri’s shoulder. Then she was left to wander around the camp a bit, prohibited from doing any strenuous labor, so really anything. Now that the wounds were taken care of properly they didn’t hurt as much, she just had almost zero movement. That was the real inconvenience.

Demetri had just managed to get herself sat down amongst the others by the fire when Joseph, one of the two that brought Murphy in, started yelling for Clarke. Demetri watched in horror as he coughed up blood and trails of blood trickled from his nose and his ears. Clarke came running out of the radio tent moments later and she had remnants of blood running from her eyes. Demetri jumped up and rushed to Clarke, only for Clarke to push her away as she gasped for air.

“Get away from us.” Connor, the other guy who brought Murphy in, who was sitting by the fire where Demetri had just been sitting puked up blood next. Clarke shared a look with Demetri. “They’re the ones who brought Murphy in.”

Clarke ran to the dropship with Demetri in tow. They found Murphy holding his stomach as he puked up blood, like the others. He couldn’t have looked more scared and beaten down than he did in that moment. The fresh blood mixed with the dried blood and he looked like he shouldn’t be breathing right now.

“Murphy, how did you escape? I need you to tell me.” Clarke knelt beside him, she was dealing with a bout of shortness of breath and was having trouble speaking well.

“I don’t know. I woke up.” Murphy gasped, “They forgot to lock my cage so I ran for it.” He started dry heaving, choking.

“They let you go.” Clarke mumbled.

“Here.” Demetri dropped to her knees and wiped at Murphy’s face. She tried to help him but she didn’t know what to do. All she could really think about was that she had done this to him, she had suggested banishing him and now this. Now he had come back to them to die.

“Demi!” Clarke turned to her fearful before turning to Bellamy who entered the dropship at that moment. “Bellamy, stay back.” Clarke was gasping as she spoke now.

“What the hell is this?” Bellamy looked between Murphy and Clarke.

“Biological warfare.” Clarke looked up at Bellamy. “You were waiting for retaliation? This is it. Murphy’s the weapon.”

Demetri watched Bellamy change, like a switch flipped. His worry became rage so quickly it could have given everyone whiplash. He stepped forward before Clarke threw her a look and he stopped.

“Is this your revenge on us? Helping the grounders kill us?”

“I didn’t know, I swear.” Murphy coughed, choking on another mouthful of blood. Clarke started to treat his wounds as Bellamy paced the dropship.

“Stop lying.” Bellamy bellowed.

“Bellamy, calm down.” Demetri sighed, “If he had known he wouldn’t have come back here, he’s not that type of person.” Bellamy only looked at Demetri for a moment as she helped Clarke take care of Murphy, he saw something flash across her eyes he didn’t recognize.

“When are they attacking?” Bellamy changed topics.

“Think Murphy.” Demetri encouraged. “Is there anything you can remember that will be useful?”

“They’re cruel, vicious.” Murphy managed, staring right at Bellamy.

“You wanna see cruel? Vicious?” Bellamy snarled, advancing towards him.

“Bellamy, stop. Whatever this is, it spreads through contact.” Clarke held her hand out to stop him. Clarke had barely glanced at Demetri when the damp cloth in her hand slapped against the floor.

Bellamy froze, so did Demetri. He watched Demetri turn to look at Clarke and watched it connect in her head that she was already exposed to whatever this was. And anyone Demetri had come in contact since they talked to Murphy the first time had been exposed to it too. Demetri swallowed down her panic and steeled her nerves before she picked up the wet cloth and started dabbing on the cut above Murphy’s eye again.

“It’s some kind of hemorrhagic fever.” Clarke explained, taking deep breaths as she went.

She was about to speak again when Finn barrelled in. Clarke’s eye twitched at seeing Finn look so worried for her. Demetri only spared the boy a look before focusing back on Murphy, who had been watching her now.

“I heard you were sick, how are you?” Finn froze when he saw the smears of blood on her cheeks.

“Those of you who haven’t come in contact with those exposed need to get out. If we keep it contained--” Clarke was cut off by Connor convulsing from where he laid on the floor.

His body shook as he coughed and choked, until he threw up a large pool of blood, much larger than the others. He rolled around onto his stomach and shook a bit more before he took one large, final breath before his just stopped. Clarke had moved as soon as he did, dodging Finn’s outstretched hands, and went to check for a pulse. It was quiet in the dropship as everyone waited with bated breath for what Clarke would say, even though they already knew the answer.

“Is he--” Demetri couldn’t finish her question, Murphy had curled in on himself just beside her.

“He’s dead.” Clarke confirmed, a worried look passing between everyone in the dropship.

“We need to quarantine everyone who had direct contact with Murphy. Get them in here.” Clarke watched Finn run off to start gathering people.

“Joseph, who brought Murphy in last night? Think.” Everyone watched Joseph process the question.

“The first one to get to him was” He gasped, fearful eyes darting to Bellamy. “Octavia.”

Bellamy was gone the moment her name was spoken. Clarke turned to Demetri and crawled over to her. Clarke’s movements were slow, but still calculated, she tried to not move unnecessarily to conserve energy.

“Hold still, I need to examine you.” Clarke checked Demetri’s throat and poked around her neck and face before she sighed. “No signs of swelling or bleeding, you don’t have any symptoms.”

“Great, I can help.” Demetri stood and started to move things around to the best of her ability to make space for the incoming sick.

“Just because you don’t have symptoms that doesn’t mean it you can’t start showing them later.”

“If they come, then I’ll cross that bridge then.” Demetri helped a girl who was definitely showing symptoms into the dropship as she spoke and stayed mindful of her shoulder, which still hurt.

Clarke was about to say something when Bellamy stormed back in with a worried Octavia behind him. There was palpable tension from the siblings as they walked up to Clarke, with Bellamy staying back far enough to avoid contact and he had gotten a piece of cloth to cover his nose and mouth. Clarke looked her over the same way she looked Demetri over and ended up with the same outcome.

“Like Demi, no symptoms. We need to keep Octavia here just in case, since she was the first one to come in contact with Murphy, she could be a carrier.” Clarke turned off the light she had used and turned towards Bellamy.

“She’ll get sick just by being here, both of them will.” Bellamy looked at Demetri who was a few feet away handing out cloth to those needing them to wipe their bloodied faces.

“I’ll keep Octavia on the third level, with others who haven’t shown symptoms. Think of it as a way to keep her in camp.” Clarke spared a glance at Octavia.

“Screw you Clarke.” Octavia rolled her eyes.

“If something changes, I’ll let you know.”

“Fine. What about Demetri?” Bellamy’s eyes shifted to her for a moment before she stood.

“Demetri is going to stay here and help take care of those who are sick, while you get out of here Bellamy.” Demetri informed him, using her foot to kick him lightly towards the door. He sighed, again getting a dreadful feeling seeing the three of them together like this.

“I’ll check in later.” Bellamy left them in the dropship, a worried look on his face.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking Clarke?” Demetri looked at her best friend.

“Probably.” She turned to Octavia. “I need you to sneak out again.”

“And I’m going with you.” Demetri stepped forward.

“Alright, we’ll be back later.” Octavia nodded after a moment understanding what this meant.

---

Demetri stayed a step behind Octavia, her left hand holding onto her right shoulder to try to ease the pain. They had snuck out of camp and were moving quietly further away from their home. They were just around the area that they rescued Octavia from before when she stopped Demetri.

“Why did you want to come?” Octavia turned to Demetri. “You’re not going to go crazy on him like Bellamy did are you?”

“No, I want to talk to him.” Demetri glanced at Octavia before wincing. “We’re facing a war Octavia, with a people who will probably slaughter most of us. I believe we can trust Lincoln.”

“I’m glad someone sees reason here.” Octavia mused, before she lead Demetri into the secret passage that lead into Lincoln’s hideout.

Octavia ran into the cave without stopping, right up to Lincoln who was waiting for her. He immediately began checking her ears and looking around her face. He sighed when he seemed happy with his findings.

“You knew?” Octavia whispered, eyes widening.

“I tried to get you out.” His focus was solely on her. “Didn’t you see the flower?”

“I saw it.” Octavia took a breath, “Before I found one of our own that your people sent to infect us.”

Demetri tried to step down quietly, without disturbing their moment but misstepped and rammed her shoulder into the wall. She had no idea something could hurt that bad, at this point she wondered if death would hurt this much too.

“Ah!” She gasped, the pain surging through her body.

Lincoln jumped, pushing Octavia behind him as he pulled out a knife, no doubt doused in poison. He lowered it moments later when he recognized the girl before him, the only other person from the people from the sky he had even considered trusting.

“She’s with me.” Octavia stepped out from behind him and rushed to help Demetri up.

There was blood pooling under her bandages but Demetri stood straight up and faced Lincoln head on. She took a step forward but stumbled a bit. Octavia held onto her.

“We’ve haven’t officially met, I’m--”

“Demetri, Octavia talks highly of you.” Lincoln nodded. “Here, sit down.”

“That’s good to know, sometimes I think Octavia hates me.” Demetri sent Octavia a fond look. “Thank you Lincoln.”

“You’re here about the sickness right?”

“That, but I also want to apologize again and thank you. What happened in the dropship, it shouldn’t have--.” Lincoln held up his hand. “I understand. I wanted to thank you because I saw you take that arrow for Octavia, I know you care about her. I also know that you know a war is coming our way. I’m not going to ask for you to fight with us, because you have no reason for that. But if it comes to it, can I trust you to get Octavia out of the line of fire and somewhere safe?” Demetri looked right at Lincoln.

“Demetri, I--” Octavia tried to interrupt.

“If your brother were a bit more trusting he’d consider asking the same thing.” Demetri stopped the younger girl and focused on the man before her. “Your people know the land, they’ve been surviving here on Earth the whole time our people been up in space. Unless we come up with some master plan we could all die. If it comes to it, can you promise me you’ll get Octavia out of here?” Lincoln nodded. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I promise you, Demetri.” Lincoln nodded again.

Demetri sighed as she slouched a bit in the seat Lincoln had gotten for her. A weight she didn’t know she had on her chest gone.

“Onto less serious matters, can you tell us about the disease, is there a cure?”

“No, there’s no cure.” Lincoln shook his head, looking away from the girls before him.

“You were gonna let my people die?” Octavia’s voice was loud in the small space, “Let me die?”

“It passes quickly, few are usually immune. We use it to soften the battlefield.” Lincoln moved to Octavia, cupping her face. “I am not surprised you are one of the strong ones.” Then he turned to Demetri, “You either.”

“Battlefield?” Lincoln’s hand dropped from Octavia’s face at her question.

“They will attack at first light.” His voice was quiet, he looked away from the girls.

“She might not ask you to help us, but I will, Lincoln, you have to help us.” Octavia pleaded.

Demetri watched them go back and forth, a sinking feeling in her chest. Lincoln wanted to take Octavia and go East, get away from it all. Demetri thought it wasn’t a bad idea.

“I can’t leave my brother to die, I can’t leave Demetri, my people.” Octavia got a little frantic, “There must be something we can do!”

“There’s nothing, not now. Even the mountain men are angry.” Lincoln shook his head.

“We warn them.” Demetri spoke, rising to her feet, making a mental note to ask about the mountain men if they live. “Octavia can come back here afterwards.”

“Demetri--”

“If you’re safe, your brother will be able to think clearer. I told you I trust Lincoln.”

“Okay, alright.” Octavia nodded after a minute. “Wait for me here, I’ll come to you.”

“Lincoln, please protect her.” Demetri pleaded.

“I will.” Lincoln nodded, he helped Demetri to her feet.

Lincoln held his arm out to Demetri, she moved to shake his hand but his hand grasped her forearm, she grabbed his and he squeezed her arm gently. They both nodded, understanding what they needed to do. Demetri turned towards the doorway they came in when Lincoln turned to Octavia and kissed her. Octavia pulled away and grabbed Demetri’s good hand and tugged her away. A new sense of urgency in their steps as they jogged through the now familiar woods.

---

They were just outside the wall when gunshots boomed in camp. The pair squeezed through the hole just behind the dropship and popped out beside it in time to see the panicked faces of the 100 looking at Clarke. She was standing at the edge of the dropship door with a rifle pointed to the sky.

“They won’t have to kill us if we all catch the virus, get back in the damn dropship.” A hothead with a gun to the right yelled at Clarke with his gun raised.

Bellamy ripped the gun from the guy’s hands and elbowed him in the mouth, which caused the guy to fall to his knees and stumble back. Demetri looked away from Bellamy and the guy in time to see Clarke falling backwards. Finn rushed forward and caught her just before she hit the ground. Demetri ran up and looked over Clarke, she looked worse than when they had left earlier. Lincoln was right, it traveled fast because they hadn’t been gone very long at all. Demetri felt calmer knowing it wasn’t meant to kill them, just weaken them.

“I’m fine, put me down.” Clarke held onto Demetri for support.

“No you’re not.” Finn argued.

“Octavia and Demetri will come back with a cure.” Clarke didn’t noticed that Demetri was right beside her and that worried Demetri a lot.

“There is no cure.” Octavia came out from behind the dropship. “They don’t use the illness to kill.”

“Tell that to them.” Bellamy pointed to the two dead bodies just outside the dropship.

“Bellamy, listen to her.” Demetri called to him. “What she has to say is important.”

“The grounders are coming and they’re attacking at first light. If there’s anything left to prepare, we need to do it now.” The camp fell into a slight panic as everyone started to get ready for whatever was coming.

Octavia moved towards Finn and Clarke, as Demetri told him to get Clarke inside. Octavia shoved Bellamy’s hand off her arm as he reached out for her, he sighed but turned to Demetri. Demetri took a few steps towards Bellamy, just close enough for their conversation to still be kind of private.

“You focus on a battle plan, I’ll take care of everyone who’s sick. Lincoln said that there are always some that are immune, if there are people who have been exposed and aren’t sick yet they’re probably apart of that few.”

“What about you and Octavia?”

“He said if we aren’t sick yet, we won’t be.” Demetri answered confidently.

“Why did you go with her?” Bellamy asked quietly.

“Because you wouldn’t have let her go alone.” Demetri teased, “And I wanted to talk to him. I trust him Bellamy.” Bellamy could only nod. “I’ll explain after this passes and we see the day after tomorrow.”

Bellamy was amazed Demetri could be so positive at a time like this, but he figured that’s why he was so drawn to her. He watched her jog into the dropship to take over while Clarke was sick and he began planning. He instantly started calling out orders and directing the flow of movement so that the time they had to prepare was used wisely.

---

Murphy was helping Finn get Clarke into a hammock when Demetri entered the dropship. Murphy had moved to a pull out seat on the far wall, as everyone gathered around Clarke.

“He said it passes quickly.” Demetri broke the silence, as everyone fretted over Clarke.

“It’s true, I feel better.” Murphy confirmed.

“They need to stay hydrated.” Clarke tried to sit up.

“You need to take your own advice.” Demetri said, pushing her back down.

Octavia brought her a cup of water and after Clarke finished it she tried to move again before Finn pushed her back into the hammock this time.

“You need to rest Clarke, we’ll take care of them.” Demetri moved to get some water to pass out.

“I’ll help.” Octavia nodded, passing out cloth and checking on everyone who was asleep.

“I will too.” Murphy stood and started taking the cups of water from Demetri and giving everyone some.

Clarke and Finn talked quietly until Clarke fell asleep. Demetri knew she told them to get away from camp, to leave her and the sick there. If she thought Finn would listen she was out of her mind, and if she thought Demetri would leave her she didn’t know her best friend that well.

“At this rate, there will be no one to fight back.” Murphy said as he handed Demetri a cup to refill.

“That’s the point.” Demetri told him, handing him the now full cup back.

“Then we slow them down.” Finn left Demetri, Octavia, and Murphy to care for the sick as he ran off, no doubt with a crazy idea. Demetri just hoped he thought it through a little more this time.

Bellamy stopped by the dropship about an hour later on to say that they were going back to the Exodus crash to get as much of the Hydrazine as they could to build a bomb. He said Finn had come up with the idea to blow up the bridge to slow down the grounders and Raven had figured out how to do it. Demetri told him to be careful before sending them off. She stood at the entrance of the dropship and watched them run off into the cool evening air as the sun started the set. She prayed to any of the gods she had heard about while on the Ark that all of them would make it back safely.

A few hours had passed by the time Demetri decided to take a short break. Most of those who had been sick at the beginning, had suffered, survived, and made their way back out into camp to hopefully live another day and prepare for the morning. Octavia was taking care of Clarke and Murphy moved to roll Joseph on his side when he started to convulse and vomit again. Demetri was just standing back up to pass out water again when she saw two people bring Bellamy into the dropship.

“Clear some space!” Demetri’s voice was shrill in fear as the guys carrying him laid him on a now open mat on the floor.

“Bellamy? You’re okay, get it out.” Demetri held him steady as he threw up blood while Octavia rushed to his side.

“Hey big brother.” Octavia cooed as she wiped his face.

Bellamy being so pale, with blood splattered all over his face and shirt, with tears in his eyes before them, left both of them terrified.

“I’m scared.” Bellamy whispered as his eyes rolled back in his head and he tried to focus.

Demetri and Octavia shared a look. Bellamy had never voiced that he was scared, he always wore a strong face and kept up the facade of never backing down. To hear him say it out loud, in such a weak voice, whatever emotion was worse than being terrified they both felt it.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.” Octavia masked her fear well as she grabbed his hand.

“I said that to you the day you were born.” Bellamy managed a weak smile.

“I know, you tell me all the time.” Octavia’s voice was soft.

“I’ll take care of the others, you stay with him.” Demetri stopped petting Bellamy’s hair and went to stand up when his other hand grabbed the end of her jacket.

“Dem, I trust you. I need you to know that.” Demetri blinked away her tears.

“I know Bell, I know you do.” She kissed his knuckles. “O will take care of you okay? You’ll be better in a little bit.”

Bellamy squeezed her hand weakly and let Demetri go. The hand that had been holding onto Octavia’s tightened. Demetri went back to what she had been doing all day. Now more as a distraction over anything else. As time went by all she could do was spare glances at Bellamy as she worked to keep the dropship relatively clean of blood and do her best to insure no one else died. Not long after Bellamy had fallen asleep, Clarke woke up. Her face was less pale and there was no more bleeding from the various orifices. She appeared stronger and breathed just fine. When Clarke called out for Demetri she dropped whatever she was doing and rushed to her best friend.

“God I was so worried.” Demetri threw her good arm around Clarke.

“Demi, your shoulder!” Clarke scolded when she saw that she had bled through the bandages, “If you’re not careful there will be long term damage.”

“Taking care of our people is more important okay.” Demetri looked Clarke’s face over, “Are you feeling better?”

“Much better, what happened while I was out.”

“A lot. Finn came up with the idea to bomb the bridge and Raven figured out how, so they’re probably off doing that now. A lot of people have survived the sickness, many have already moved back out into the camp. There have been a few that it’s hit late,” Demetri paused, looking at Bellamy’s sleeping figure. “Bellamy being one of them.”

“Have you slept yet? Eaten?” Clarke looked Demetri over next, noticing the bags under her eyes.

“How can I sleep when the people I care about most are lying in here? And we’re anticipating a grounder attack at daybreak?” Demetri scoffed, pretending she was not only physically exhausted but mentally too.

“Get some rest, I’ll take over.” Clarke took the cup and rag from Demetri, and nodded for her to leave.

“Are you sure you’re up to it?” Demetri looked around the dropship. “Octavia just left to take a break, she was up all night too. Murphy just took over for her.” Clarke nodded again. “I’ll go up to the third level, if anything happens yell for me okay?”

“Got it.” Clarke immediately got to work, caring for the sick still in the dropship.

Demetri ascended to the third level leaving the hatch open and laid down on the seats against the wall. She stretched her achy body, grimaced when her shoulder screamed in protest, and then moved around till she was in a decently comfortable position. The long night finally caught up with her and soon she was pulled into restful dreamland she hadn’t had in a long time.

---

A loud rumble woke Demetri maybe a few hours later. She hoped it was the bomb at the bridge Bellamy had told her about. She chose to be hopeful and always see a silver lining regardless of the situation as it made everything much easier to deal with. She slowly went down the ladder and just started right back up where she left off, giving out water and wiping sweat from foreheads because there was still people who needed her. Now there were even less people suffering with the sickness. It was a good sign in Demetri’s eyes, the bridge was blown up and their people were making it through a sickness sent to help wipe them out.

She moved to check on Bellamy but he wasn’t in the dropship anymore and she hoped that meant he had made a full recovery too. Demetri went to wringe out some rags in the corner into a barrel that was cut in half and had been moved into the dropship. Just as she finished wringing them out she went back into the main area of the dropship to get clean water when she noticed Raven in the hammock Clarke had been before. She took a newly cleaned rag and wiped at Raven’s forehead, helping lower her fever.

“You’re strong Raven, you’ll get through this.” Demetri assured quietly, she went to step away when Raven grabbed her hand. “Hey, you’re okay.” Demetri cooed, patting her hand.

“I just need someone here.” Raven’s voice was raspy, Demetri saw unshed tears in her eyes and she noticed the necklace she always wore was gone. Demetri’s gaze softened.

“Alright, I’ll stay. Don’t worry.” Demetri held Raven’s hand between her own as Raven fell back asleep.

“After all this time your heart is still pure gold huh?” Murphy asked from the side.

“What are you talking about John?” Demetri turned her body to face him, settling in the seat beside Raven.

“We’ve been down here what? A month now, maybe two. You’re still as caring and righteous as you were the day we landed. Still as much bite behind your bark too. You haven’t changed at all.” He mused, watching as Demetri leant back against the wall and slowly let go of Raven’s hand.

“I have changed John, I’ve watched friends die. I watched you get banished. I’ve seen more than enough death in my days, especially now, to never want to see it again. What’s wrong with staying positive?”

“Nothing is Demetri, but with what’s coming, the death is just starting.” Murphy sat down a few feet away. “I’m worried we won’t make it, I’m worried they’ll kick me out to let me die again.”

“Not this time.” Demetri shook her head. “I won’t let then.”

“It was your idea last time.” Murphy’s voice turned sharp, pointed like the knife he held at her throat all that time ago. The feeling of anger swelled in his chest as he stared at the girl before him, someone he had thought about getting revenge on since he was sent off to die.

“It was that or letting you die. I knew you’d survive, it’s what you do John.” Demetri remained calm, she turned to put the rag back into the bucket. “Ah!” Demetri froze her movement when her shoulder sent a shock of pain through her body.

“You should go see Clarke, you’re bleeding through your bandages.” Murphy nodded, taking the rag from her hand. “I won’t get near her, but I’ll watch her till you’re back.” He made a mental note about her shoulder.

“Thanks John.” Demetri nodded at him, before she left the dropship to find Clarke. Demetri missed the way Murphy glared at Joseph’s sleeping form, before descending on him, out for blood.

---

“It’s been two days.” Clarke said to Demetri as they stood atop a hill just outside the wall.

“I know.” Demetri looked at the scenery around them. “They’re still coming, they wouldn’t give up.”

“Which is why we don’t stop preparing.” Bellamy’s voice scared them from behind. “Jasper thinks he can throw together some more gunpowder with some sulfur and Raven thinks she can turn that into landmines.” Bellamy lead them down the hill. “So watch where you step.”

“Ha. Funny.” Clarke cracked a smile.

“What I want is more of those bombs from the bridge, so we could walk right up to their villages and blow them all to hell.” Demetri smacked Bellamy with her good arm. “What? That’s what they want to do to us.”

Clarke was distracted, her eyes were vacant as she followed the couple

“Anything from the Ark?” Bellamy looked between the two, missing the worried look Demetri sent Clarke’s way.

“No, complete silence.” Demetri answered.

“Ran out of air?” Bellamy said quietly.

“Maybe my mom was lucky, it was quick with Exodus.” Clarke looked down at Demetri’s hand in hers. Demetri kept the comment about it not meaning anything bad to herself. She made one only yesterday and Clarke snapped at her.

“Let’s get you two back in camp, you’re not carrying weapons.” Bellamy broke the silence, his hands moving down to guide them towards the gate.

“I’d carry one if you’d let me.” Demetri countered, but followed Bellamy back towards the gate anyway.

“You’re not suppose to be using your right shoulder or arm Demi, at all.” Clarke scolded her. “You already overextended it when everyone was sick.”

“I wasn’t just gonna sit around and do nothing Clarke.” Demetri turned on her friend. “Sure it hurt a lot then, but I can’t be a hindrance when the grounders could attack at any moment.” Then she turned to Bellamy, “And you, ordering me to either stay by Clarke or with you? I’m not at a hundred percent, but I’m not useless.”

“Can you raise your arm up this high?” Bellamy held his arm out to her shoulder level, Demetri winced when her arm got to just above her stomach area. “Exactly. You’re not useless, but you can’t fight right now. So you do what you can but you stick close to one of us. Or I can assign a guard to you.” Bellamy threatened airly, trying to get Demetri to listen.

“You think your sister was a rebel, just try and give me a babysitter like you did to her.” Demetri glared up at Bellamy.

She knew Bellamy was acting this way because he was worried about her, but she had more than proved to be capable of taking care of herself, injured or not. And with Bellamy suddenly on her case about everything with her shoulder injury, she felt like she was being boxed in. She was beginning to understand Octavia more and more.

“Just come walk rounds with me, okay?” Bellamy tried to placate Demetri.

“Let’s go then.” Demetri smirked.

“Good luck with her.” Clarke waved after Bellamy, sending him a knowing look. Nobody could ever really control Demetri, and Clarke found it amusing to see Bellamy try.

Just as they entered the camp and started Bellamy’s rounds, a fire broke out in the smoke house. Bellamy ran over to pull Octavia out of the doorway as it caught fire. Demetri rushed to check on Murphy who was on the ground trying to get air in and smoke out of his lungs. The entire smokehouse, and everything inside of it, was up in flames moments later. Murphy was only by Demetri’s side for a moment before he was in Del’s face, yelling at him about putting too much wood on the fire.

Demetri stood and went to pull them apart when the other guy shoved her to the ground where she landed on her bad shoulder. Her luck with her arm was proving to be the worst. Bellamy was quick to get between them, holding them at arm's length as he looked over at Demetri. She sat up, holding her shoulder giving him a small okay sign.

“That’s all our food Bellamy, what are we gonna do?” Octavia yelled, glaring at the guy Murphy had punched, Del.

---

After the fire died down, Clarke and Bellamy started poking around as some of the 100 checked to see if anything made it.

“Know what happened here?” Clarke asked as she walked over to Bellamy, who was squatted by a still simmering carcass.

“Murphy said Del kept feeding the fire mostly because Octavia told him it was a bad idea.” Bellamy sighed, realizing he really was dealing with a bunch of kids.

“And we believe Murphy?” Clarke asked.

“I do.” Demetri said as she walked up. “Shoulder’s better now, don’t worry.” She answered the looks she got from both Clarke and Bellamy.

“What we have in the dropship will last one, maybe two weeks depending on how we ration it. Did anything survive?” Clarke asked, considering solutions.

“Nope, not a thing.” Bellamy stood.

“Then we have to hunt. Anyone we can spare goes out.” Clarke decided, going to walk away.

“With a grounder army out there waiting?” Bellamy stopped her.

“We won’t be able to fight if we’re starving Bell.” Demetri added. “We go out in hunting groups then.”

---

“Everyone go out with someone with a gun, use the spears for hunting. Don’t shoot unless it’s grounders, we can’t waste the ammo.” Bellamy spoke over the quiet chatter as people began to get spears or axes from inside the dropship and move outside to form hunting groups. “Get what you can, and be sure to be back by nightfall. No one stays out after dark.”

Clarke sidestepped a few people as she moved to get a spear. Demetri walked into the dropship then, with her backpack on and went straight to the rack of spears too.

“Should I consider us a group?” Demetri nudged Clarke with her good shoulder.

“Demi, you really should stay in camp.” Clarke started exasperated by Demetri’s constant disobedience.

“Look, I’m following both yours and Bellamy’s orders. I’m staying with either of you and not doing anything strenuous.”

“Hunting can be hard on your shoulder, you still need to rest.”

“Look.” Demetri very slowly raised her arm up till it was almost even with her shoulder. “And it doesn’t hurt much anymore. I rewrapped it after I cleaned the scabbing wounds and it felt a lot better.”

“I’m not telling Bellamy.” Clarke picked up a spear and froze when Finn appeared beside her.

“What are we not telling Bellamy?” Finn asked, looking between the two.

“That I’m going out with Clarke in a hunting group.” Demetri picked up a spear and smiled at Finn. “But that’s okay, I’ll tell him.”

“Need someone else?” Finn asked.

“No.” Clarke said.

“Yes.” Demetri glared at Clarke. “You take this, I can handle a gun now.”

Demetri went up to Bellamy, he already had disapproval written on his face.

“Don’t start Bell, Clarke cleared me to go on the hunt so give me a gun.” Demetri held both of her arms out evenly before Bellamy.

“Did she now?” Bellamy turned to Clarke. “Clarke, is she good to go?” Clarke reluctantly nodded. “Alright fine. Who are you going out with?”

“Clarke and Finn.” Demetri gladly took the gun from Bellamy. “Don’t worry, we’ll be careful okay?”

“Why don’t you come out with me?” Bellamy grabbed her hand.

“Bell, I promised I’d go with Clarke. I can’t let her go alone with Finn anyway, girl code.”

“You’re gonna lead me to an early death.” Bellamy sighed. “I need to go see if Raven has had time to make anymore bullets. Please be careful okay? Come back safely.”

“I’ll do the best I can.” Demetri stood on her tippy toes to peck Bellamy on the lips. “C’mon guys, let’s head out!”

Bellamy watched Clarke and Finn follow Demetri out of the the dropship. He made his way towards Raven’s tent as they left camp. He turned to watch them just before he stopped at Raven’s tent.

---

Finn led the way, picking up on boar tracks rather quickly. The trio followed the tracks out and away from camp. Demetri followed at the back with Clarke in the middle. Demetri listened to the quiet conversation of the pair before her, until Finn dropped to his knees.

“These tracks.” Finn started, looking at them closely.

“What about them?” Demetri asked, sparing a glance at the tracks before training her eyes back on the forest around them.

“They’re perfect.” Finn looked up at Clarke.

“Too perfect.” She finished his thought.

“We’re the ones being hunted.” Finn’s attention flew up and around them.

“I don’t see anything.” Demetri said as she looked through the scope of her gun. “Are yo--”

Her words were cut off by an arrow landing in her shoulder, the bad one. The pain was so strong it knocked Demetri off her feet. Clarke rushed to Demetri, trying to figure out how to help her. She sat her forward to see the arrow wasn’t all the way through her shoulder and she tried to figure out the best way to remove it in that moment.

“Clarke, go.” Demetri shoved her away. “You and Finn need to get out of here.” She winced as she sat herself up. “I can hide by a tree, I’ll be fine.”

“Demetri, I can’t leave you.” Clarke cried, tears springing to her eyes.

“Clarke, get out of here now!” Demetri shoved Clarke as hard as she could before she started crawling backwards towards the nearest tree.

“I’m so sorry Demetri.” Finn panted, “Let’s go Clarke.” He forcibly pulled her away from Demetri with tears running down her cheeks.

Demetri watched them run away and played dead when the grounders ran past her, they hardly spared her still body a glance. She heard Finn yell from a distance away before it went quiet. She hoped they had gotten away but deep down she knew they’d been caught. The pain surged through Demetri’s body when she moved, it was so strong she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer and darkness took her away.

---

“Demi?” A familiar voice called, “Demetri, where are you?”

“Bellamy! Over here!” Another familiar voice called.

Demetri opened her eyes only to be surrounded by darkness before Bellamy’s face popped into view. His hands cupped her face as she looked over him, a small smile gracing her pale lips.

“You found me.” Demetri panted as the pain hit her again.

“What happened? Are you okay?” He looked her over as a guy with a torch stood close by, watching the area.

“Grounders were hunting us, they took Clarke and Finn.” Demetri tried to stand, “We need to go after them.”

“You need to get back to camp.” Bellamy held Demetri up. “You promised you’d be careful and look at you.”

“It’s a small scratch.” Demetri winced, “We should go find Clarke and Finn, I’ll be fine.” Demetri bent down to pick up her gun.

“You’re not going anywhere but camp.” Bellamy ordered, then he turned to Raven beside him, Demetri barely caught the strange look on his face. “I’m sorry Raven.”

“Let’s get her back, and regroup.” Raven started to walk away, “We need to make a stretcher.”

“Monty,” Bellamy spoke into a handheld radio, “We’re going home, check in?” Nothing. “Monty? C’mon.” Bellamy looked around those before him.

“Is Monty missing too?” Demetri asked, turning her head towards Bellamy.

“I don’t know, we’ll figure that out after we get you back.”

They quickly threw together a stretcher to carry Demetri back, the reality of the situation making everyone tense. Demetri grabbed Raven’s arm.

“Hey, they’ll be okay. They’re both smart and resourceful.” Demetri tried to smile up at Raven, “We need to believe in them.”

“I do.” Raven answered weakly, “I believe in them.”

---

As soon as Demetri was in the dropship and someone was assigned to look after her the camp broke out into a frenzy. Raven and Jasper started setting up mines just outside the walls and traps were being set to pick off any grounders that got too close. Demetri could vaguely hear all the noise through the walls of the dropship. She tried to focus but the pain from the arrow in her shoulder mixing with the already trying to heal wounds made it hard for her to focus on anything but the excruciating pain she was experiencing. A kid named Amy sat with her and made sure she watched over while all this went on. Demetri was sure if Amy hadn’t been sitting beside her, she would have lost her mind.

---

Bellamy came into the dropship a few hours later to check on Demetri, who was drenched in sweat and holding onto her shoulder tightly. Amy had spent her time wiping sweat from Demetri’s face and body and making sure she was still breathing. She didn’t know what else to do, so Amy just kept up a quiet and simple conversation until Bellamy came back. Amy left the dropship to get back to doing what she was doing before Bellamy asked her to sit with Demetri. Bellamy watched Demetri, afraid to touch her. He had had some of the 100 move stuff used to plan for battle and how to counterattack to a makeshift table in the dropship. He didn’t plan on leaving her side now. He had her stashed off to the side and out of the way in one of the corners of the dropship. So she was out of the way and hidden, just in case grounders came and they needed to hide in the dropship she would be okay. He side glanced a moaning kid named Miles, who also had an arrow sticking out of his body, one in his stomach area and one in his thigh. Bellamy tried to not get annoyed by Miles because he had no idea how much an arrow hurt but Demetri was lying there without hardly moaning while Miles hadn’t shut up.

“You should find Clarke.” Demetri mumbled, “She’ll be able to fix me up real quick.” She held loosely onto Bellamy’s arm, her eyes lazily focusing on him.

“I want to, but if we send people out to look for them, who protects the camp?” Bellamy’s voice was sad, he was torn.

“If the places were switched, they’d be out there looking for you.” Jasper said, from the front of the dropship.

“What I’m doing right now is what I think is right for the camp, for all of us.” Bellamy turned to Jasper.

“Hey, don’t get worked up.” Demetri tugged on Bellamy’s jacket, “You’re no fun when you’re worked up.” Demetri tried to keep the mood light, knowing Bellamy was going crazy on the inside.

“I’m going to work on sulfur for your mines.” Jasper deadpanned before he ascended the stairs, his gun left on the table.

“Water, please.” Miles whined. “Water.”

“Go take care of him. This is nothing for me.” Demetri shoved against Bellamy’s stomach as he stepped closer to her.

It was much weaker than he would have liked it to be, but he nodded. He pushed damp hair from her forehead and gave her a hopeful smile.

“I’ll be right back, don’t you go anywhere.” He teased, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“And where would I go Bell?” She replied, smiling weakly up at him through half lidded eyes.

Bellamy squeezed her hand before he left to get Miles some water.

“You’ll be fine Miles, don’t worry. They’ll find Clarke and we’ll be okay.” Demetri called softly, before resorting to focus on breathing.

---

A few minutes later she heard Miles making weird noises, she moved her body around enough to see Murphy standing over him with a plastic bag over Miles’ head. Her eyes shot open as it registered that Murphy was suffocating Miles just ten feet from her. Biting down hard on her bottom lip, as quietly as she could, she rolled out the hammock she’d been laid in and hid herself in the shadows of the corner. She watched in horror as Miles stopped fighting, she bit her forefinger to stop any noises from coming out of her mouth. Panic coursed through her veins.

A clunking noise drew both her and Murphy’s attention to the ladder as Jasper had started to come down. Everyone froze when Jasper looked up as he hit the ground to see Murphy stashing the plastic bag out of sight. The silence was tense.

“He stopped breathing, I was trying to help him.” Murphy lied.

Jasper nodded, Demetri wanted to yell at Jasper to run, to get help. But she knew if she opened her mouth, they would both die by Murphy’s hands. Nobody moved for a heartbeat before the guys both went for Jasper’s gun he had sat down earlier. Murphy got to it first and aimed it right at Jasper’s heart.

“Murphy,” Jasper whispered, “put the gun down.”

“He tried to kill me.” Murphy motioned to Miles’ body. “Hey! Don’t move!” Murphy yelled when Jasper made a move for the door.

“Okay, okay, it’s fine.” Jasper had a hand out in front of him. He seemed to have forgotten Demetri was in the dropship too and she didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“No, it’s not fine. We both know what will happen if you tell Bellamy.” Murphy sounded panicked.

“Tell Bellamy what?” Bellamy’s voice crackled from Jasper’s side.

Demetri saw the way Murphy tensed up. He took a step towards Jasper who took a step back.

“Give me the radio.” Jasper slowly pulled the radio from his pocket.

Demetri held her breath, if Jasper listened all would be okay.

“Murphy has a gun, he killed Miles.” Jasper barely finished before Murphy slammed the butt of the gun into Jasper’s face, knocking him to the ground.

“No, Jasper!” Demetri whispered to herself.

“Murphy, what the hell are you doing?” Bellamy’s voice crackled through the walkie.

Murphy moved towards the switch for the dropship door and he pulled it, pulling the door up. A ruckus started outside as the door had started to move.

“Murphy! Murphy open the damn door!” Bellamy yelled as the door started to shut.

“You try to be a hero and Jasper dies.” Murphy bellowed as the door shut, sealing them inside.

He already started tying Jasper up, his hands secured behind his back. Demetri started to panic in that moment. She needed to do something, but with the arrow in her shoulder she was practically useless.

“The arrow.” Demetri gritted her teeth together and pressed on the arrow, if she can get it to break the skin on the back she could pull it through.

Under the cover of beating on the outside of the dropship, she let out a soft groan as the arrow broke through the skin of her back. She had to stop because a new, stronger wave of pain washed over her. She felt faint as her body processed what happened. With another deep breath she reached behind her and jerked the arrow out of her shoulder. The pain sent shockwaves through her body again. Clarke was going to tear her a new one later but she’d welcome it then. As it went silent outside, so did Demetri as she tried to stop the shuttering of her body. She slowly forced her body into a sitting position and moved to where she could see the open area of the dropship.

“Murphy, I know you can hear me.” Bellamy’s voice broke through the silence. “All our ammo and food is in the middle level. You know that, you’re leaving us vulnerable to an attack right now. I can’t let you do this.”

“Well in case you haven’t noticed, you’re not exactly in control right now.” Murphy spat, moving away to watch the door and Jasper.

“C’mon Murphy.” Bellamy’s voice was strained, “You don’t want to hurt Jasper, you want to hurt me.” Demetri stopped breathing. “So what do you say? Make a trade, him for me?”

Demetri’s grip on the arrow was so tight her knuckles were white.

“Bellamy, no.” Demetri whimpered.

“All you have to do is let him go and I’ll take his place.”

Murphy looked over at Jasper, saw the tears gathering in his eyes, and smiled. It was then, as Jasper looked around a little frantic that he noticed Demetri tucked away in the corner. She held her finger to her lips to warn Jasper not to make a noise. His eyes widened, remembering she had been lying off to the side with an arrow through her shoulder just minutes before.

“How?” Murphy’s voice was light and airy.

“Simple, open the dropship door, I walk in, he walks out.” Murphy fidgeted with the radio in his hand as he thought.

Demetri realized that would be her only chance, if she could get Murphy after he opened the door and Bellamy was walking in, Bellamy could take care of him. Everyone would be okay. Demetri held her breath as Murphy walked over to the lever and pulled it. The door creaked as it went down.

“Bellamy, just you, unarmed.” He yelled. “10 seconds or I’ll put one in Jasper’s leg.”

Murphy started counting down, Jasper shook his head when he saw Demetri move into a ready crouched position. He stopped at five when Bellamy yelled at him.

“I’m here!”

Bellamy walked through the flap to find a gun pointed at his face as Jasper was pushed past him. Octavia could vaguely be heard telling Jasper to get up before the door started to go up again. With Murphy being distracted by Bellamy, Demetri tightened her grip on the arrow and she charged at Murphy. He spun, the barrel of the gun moving away from Bellamy for a moment. Murphy stepped out of the way and used his elbow to hit Demetri in the stomach. She dropped to the ground, the arrow scuttering away from her.

“Ah, look at this, your little girlfriend likes to play hero, just like you.” Murphy grinned as he grabbed Demetri by her hair and drug her to her feet just before him. “I liked you Demetri, in the platonic sense. You’ve got a good heart. A little in the not platonic sense to be honest, too bad you had to get mixed up with him.” Murphy wrinkled his nose at Bellamy.

“John, don’t do this.” Demetri gasped, the pain from her shoulder mixed with the air getting knocked out of her had left her in a bad momentary state.

“Don’t hurt her.” Bellamy’s voice was rough. “Let her go, this doesn’t involve her.”

“It does, actually.” Murphy held Demetri against him, arm holding her down around her collar bones with his fingers hovering over her wounded shoulder. “You see, while she believed I didn’t kill Wells and cut me down, she suggested banishing me. She told me it’s because she knew I’m a survivor but because she said to send me away I was caught by grounders and tortured.” Murphy growled.

“Take it out on me, don’t hurt her.” Bellamy inched forward just a bit.

A bullet went through the floor just in front of Bellamy and Demetri jerked back.

“That’s far enough.”

“Bellamy, what the hell was that?” Octavia’s voice crackled through the radio on Murphy hip. “Bellamy!”

“If you want her to know you’re still alive, start tying those together.” Murphy pointed to the pile of seatbelts. “Why don’t you get the radio for me sweetheart.” Murphy sneered, using Bellamy’s nickname for Demetri.

Demetri winced as she reached across her body with her good arm to get the radio then she put it in Murphy’s waiting hand. Bellamy slowly started tying together the seatbelts in front of him, Demetri saw the fear in his eyes.

“John,” Demetri tried again, “no one’s gotten hurt, if you stop this now we can figure something out, look the other way even. Now’s not the time fo-Ah!” Demetri’s words were cut short when she cried out on pain.

Murphy had dug his finger into her arrow wound which effectively stopped her talking.

“You’re always using reason, trying to persuade others to listen to you. It may work on everyone else but it won’t work on me, not now. So shut up.” Murphy’s voice was malicious.

“Bellamy, do you copy?” Octavia’s voice was loud in Demetri’s ear.

“I’m fine.” Bellamy called, when Murphy held out the radio with the button pushed. “It was a misfire, now stop worrying about me and get back to work. And tell Raven to hurry the hell up.”

“Alright, that’s long enough.” Murphy said after he let go of the button. He sat the radio down on the table, dragging Demetri with him as he moved. “Tie those two ends together.”

Bellamy exchanged a worried look with Demetri, who could only watch through teary eyes. She was badly hurt, she was exhausted, and she used what little strength she had left already. She felt absolutely hopeless in the moment.

“Now get up and toss it over.” Murphy instructed, nodding towards a pipe that ran front-to-back of the dropship.

“No, John, don’t.” Demetri started to beg, realizing that Murphy had Bellamy make his own noose. She was helpless as Bellamy did was Murphy said, before turning towards him.

“What do you want me to say? You want me to apologize? I’m so--”

Murphy kicked the back of Demetri’s knee and sent her to her knees as he raised the gun at Bellamy’s chest. Bellamy’s eyes focused on Demetri immediately before doubling back to Murphy.

“I’m sorry.” Bellamy let out a deep breath, watching Demetri struggle to sit back on her knees.

“You got is all wrong Bellamy. I don’t want you to say anything.” Murphy reached down and pulled Demetri’s head up by her hair. “I want you to feel what I felt and then,” He paused, tugging roughly on Demetri’s hair to make her to cry out. “Then I want you to die.”

“John, please.” Demetri begged, “please, don’t do this.” She felt like a broken record as she begged.

“Tell ya what, I know what else would destroy Bellamy here.” Murphy’s eyes turned dark as he looked at Bellamy. “I take what’s his, that’ll hurt won’t it Bellamy. Ruin something so pure to you.”

Murphy jerked Demetri to her feet and with the gun still trained on Bellamy with one hand he pressed Demetri’s back against his chest. Bellamy took a step forward, a fire in his eyes, when Murphy dug his fingers back into the hole in Demetri’s shoulder. Her cries stopped Bellamy in his tracks, he now looked hopelessly on at the scene before him.

“Stay right there, or I’ll kill her first.” Murphy warned Bellamy.

He hand moved from her shoulder, over her chest, down her stomach, and stopped at the button of her jeans. Murphy ran his hand up under her shirt as he palmed her breast while holding eye contact with Bellamy. Demetri was using all her remaining strength to remain on her feet, her hand had weakly tried to pry Murphy’s from her body.

“Get your hands off her.” Bellamy growled, the tears that fell from Demetri’s eyes only making him angrier.

“Why? I rather enjoy this.” Murphy chuckled, “I’m sure if we continued, she would too.”

Murphy removed his hand from under Demetri’s shirt and Bellamy let out a small sigh. Demetri hiccuped from the crying, she felt dirty, she felt like a stranger in her body. Murphy was just playing with them, that much was obvious. He knew all of this would get reactions, and he relished in it.

“You see, I’m gonna spare Demetri here because while I’m upset about getting banished, she is one of the only people in camp who has continuously treated me well this whole time. But, just because I’m not gonna kill her doesn’t mean I can’t have any fun. So Demetri, why don’t you go pull that little table over to Bellamy, so he has something to stand on.”

“No, don’t make me do this.” John squeezed her shoulder earning a whimper.

“Demetri, just do it.” Bellamy begged her, just wanting her to be okay. “Please.”

After she looked at him, searching his eyes to see if he had a plan and seeing nothing, she slowly left John’s arms to move the table. She drug it with one arm right in front of Bellamy. He reached out and squeezed her hand once before Murphy yelled at them.

“Great, now come here.” Demetri obediently went back to Murphy, who put his arm around her under her chest to hold her to him. “Now, you get up on it.” He waited until Bellamy was on the table. “Put it over your head.”

“This is insane.” Bellamy looked from the noose to Murphy, “The grounders could--”

A bang range through the dropship as Murphy shot at the floor, making Demetri jump. A whimper left her lips as she looked at the hole in the dropship floor.

“Put it over your head.” Murphy growled.

“Happy now?” Bellamy growled back after the noose was around his neck.

“John, please.” She tried one last time.

“Shut up!” Murphy threw her to the floor and kicked her in the stomach, “I can still kill you.”

“Focus on me Murphy.” Bellamy bellowed, getting Murphy to leave Demetri alone.

Murphy tugged on the seatbelts, tightening the noose around Bellamy’s neck and causing him to have to stand on balls of his feet. His hands flew to hold onto the seat belt wrapped snug around his neck.

“You’re so brave, aren’t you?” Murphy chuckled, “I mean, you walked in here thinking you’re just gonna turn this whole thing around, that you were stronger than me, and maybe one of your friends would come and help you since your girlfriend here is useless.” Murphy pulled on the seat belts as he spoke which put Bellamy more and more at risk of falling off the table. “Well what are you thinking now Bellamy?”

Bellamy glared down at Murphy. Murphy took a step forward and pulled the noose tighter, then he took another step forward. Demetri forced herself to sit up, thinking through the pain. If she didn’t do anything soon Bellamy would die. She looked around to see the arrow from her shoulder just out of reach. She moved towards it, watching Murphy tighten the noose more and more. By the time she got to the arrow, Bellamy was clawing at his neck, trying to steady his breathing, and keep himself up on his tippy toes.

Demetri steeled herself, made the choice then forced her body to stand. She ran right up to Murphy with what little energy she had left and stabbed her arrow into his side with the limited movement she had from her arm. He gasped and let go of a bit of length of seat belt before he jerked his hand back and smacked Demetri across the face. He retched the arrow from his side and broke it in half before tossing it to the other side of the dropship.

“Demi?!” Bellamy gasped.

“I’ve got to hand it to you Bellamy,” Murphy took control of the conversation again, “You’ve got them all fooled, they actually look up to you almost as much as they look up to Clarke. Especially this one right here. She might have fought you in the beginning, but now? She’s pretty obvious, the way she looks at you it’s easy to tell. But then again, you listen to her well Bellamy, you don’t listen to anyone else, so it was obvious she meant something to you before you realized it yourself.” Murphy looked down at Demetri who had finally started to scowl at him. “But we know the truth, don’t we? You’re a coward. I learned that the day you kicked the crate out from beneath me.” Murphy smirked up at Bellamy, whose face had gone stoic. “Isn’t that what you said, huh? That you were giving the people just what they wanted?”

“He’s not the coward here, you are.” Demetri barked, her glare set on Murphy.

“Oooh, she’s getting angry.” Murphy teased, his hand reach out and caressing her cheek.

“I should have stopped them.” Bellamy pulled Murphy’s attention back to him, he’d do whatever he could to ensure Demetri would be okay.

“Yea, it’s a little late for that now, but thanks for the effort.”

“You think they’ll just let you walk out of here?” Demetri asked, pulling Murphy’s attention back to her.

“Well, I’m pretty sure the Princess is dead, and the King’s about to die,” Murphy glanced over to Demetri, “Who’s gonna lead these people, huh? Me, that’s who. And yea, maybe I’ll have to kill your little grounder-pounder sister, but I’ll need the King’s Sweetheart here for some leverage.” Murphy dodge the kick Bellamy sent his way, and ran for the seat belt rope he had tied off to the ladder and pulled down on it. Bellamy went back to struggling before a shriek from below startled them.

“Raven.” Demetri breathed, knowing she had to stall a little longer now.

“I’m guessing that her right now.” Murphy thought it was Octavia so he pulled his gun up and emptied the clip into the floor.

When the gun clicked Demetri’s head shot up. She moved to tackled Murphy, but he was too fast and kicked the table from under Bellamy’s feet. Murphy side stepped Demetri again and grabbed ahold of her, he pulled her up by the collar of her shirt, till she was right in front of him. Murphy leant so close to Demetri’s face she could see the beads of sweat along his hairline. He stopped when his mouth was right beside her ear and he could see Bellamy just over her head.

“While you were out in the forest dying, Raven was waiting for Bellamy in his tent.”

Murphy let go and let Demetri fall to her knees, his smirk towards Bellamy was wide and sadistic. Demetri shook her head, she couldn’t get distracted, not now. She jumped up and tried to get the gun from Murphy’s hands, she got a nice hold of it but Murphy jerked it from her weak grasp. He brought the butt of the gun down on her right shoulder and knocked her back to the ground. He kicked her in the stomach once for good measure. Then he turned on Bellamy and hit him a few times when the dropship door started to go down. Murphy froze at the noise. When he looked over his shoulder to see the door going down he bolted for the ladder. Demetri pushed herself up and scrambled to try to get the knots of the seat belts undone.

“Demetri!” Jasper called as he entered the dropship.

“Help Bellamy!” She cried, Jasper moved to hold Bellamy up around his knees. Demetri grabbed the knife on Jasper hip and sliced through the seat belts before Bellamy and Jasper hit the ground.

“Oh my god, Bellamy!” She cried, as she loosened the noose and threw is across the room. She pulled his head onto her lap and held onto him. “Please breathe, Bellamy. Breathe.”

Octavia rushed in in the next moment, her eyes falling on both Bellamy and Demetri. He saw her brother’s red face and the blood stained shirt and the missing arrow in Demetri’s shoulder. She fell to her knees before Demetri, giving her good shoulder a squeeze.

“When Jasper said he saw you hiding in here, I was so worried.” Octavia then turned to Bellamy, “That was so stupid what were you thinking!” Octavia wanted to be mad at him. “God, I’m glad your okay.”

Bellamy started to sucking deep breaths, but the rage in his eyes was back. Instead of taking it easy, he scrambled to stand up and started yelling, his voice hoarse.

“Murphy!” Bellamy threw himself at the ladder. “Murphy, it’s over! Give it up!”

Demetri struggled to breathe herself as she watched Bellamy climb the ladder and start beating on the hatch as he yelled. She let Octavia check out her shoulder as Bellamy continued on his rampage, the adrenaline was almost out of her system and the pain was back.

“There’s only one way out of this for you now!” Demetri wasn’t sure she’d even be able to help Murphy now, not with what’s happened. She didn’t think she could try to help him even if she wanted to.

Bellamy continued yelling before a loud explosion just above them shook the dropship and almost knocked Bellamy off the ladder. But he held tight and then continued trying to get the hatch open until whatever blocked it broke. Demetri watched him disappear into the top level, yelling for Murphy, with Jasper on his tail.

Miller came in on the radio a minute later about movement along one of the walls and Bellamy flew down the stairs and out of the dropship. Octavia helped support Demetri as she followed him with a wad of cloth pressed to the hole in her shoulder.

“Wait! It’s Clarke and Finn! Open the gate!” Miller yelled as multiple people rushed to pull the gate back.

Demetri felt like she was going to pass out from both relief and blood loss and had Octavia not been holding onto her, she probably would have.

“We heard an explosion, what happened?” Clarke’s eyes darted to everyone around her. “Demi! Oh my god!” Clarke almost cried at the sight of Demetri leaning into Octavia, she immediately went over to them and started looking at the wound in Demetri’s shoulder.

“Murphy happened.” Bellamy replied, letting his gaze fall on Demetri for a moment.

“You’re okay, thank god. Where’s Monty?” Jasper asked as he hugged Clarke when she stopped to look at Bellamy with nervous eyes.

“Monty’s missing?”

“Clarke we need to go, we all need to go.” Finn cut off the previous conversation. “There’s a grounder army unlike anything we’ve ever seen coming for us right now. We need to pack what we can and run.” Finn was shaking as he spoke, his voice loud and clear.

“Like hell we do, we knew this was coming our way.” Bellamy shook his head.

“Bell, we’re not prepared and some of us are injured.” Octavia, readjusted her grip on Demetri for emphasis, who only shook her head slightly.

“And they’re not here yet. We still have time to get ready.” Bellamy’s gravelly voice travelled over everyone in camp. “Beside, where would we go? Where would be safer than behind these walls?”

“East, there’s an ocean. People there will help us.” Finn pulled out Lincoln’s notebook.

“You saw Lincoln.” Octavia stepped forward.

Demetri let go of Octavia and leaned on the wooden water trough in front of her. Bellamy moved forward to wrap an arm around her. He ignored the talk about Lincoln and turned his head towards the people around him.

“This is our home now. We built this from nothing with our bare hands.” Bellamy made sure Demetri could stand before he turned his whole body as he continued. “Our dead are buried just behind that wall. In this ground! Our ground! The grounders think they can take that away. They think that because we came down here from the sky that we don’t belong here.” Bellamy’s voice cracked from the use. “But they’ve yet to realize one very important fact about us: We are on the ground now, and that means We. Are. Grounders!” His words were followed with cheers.

“Bellamy’s right.” Clarke stepped up. “ If we leave, we may never find a place as safe as this. And God knows in this world, we could face something even worse tomorrow.” Clarke looked at the remaining members of the 100 as she spoke. “But that doesn’t change the simple fact that is we stay here, we will die tonight. So pack your things, only what you can carry, now.”

People jumped into action moments later, the crowd scattered to pack and Bellamy turned back to Demetri. He was about to open his mouth when a pained cry caught their attention.

“Help me!”

“It’s Raven!” Someone called.

“Raven!” Finn yelped.

“Get her into the dropship!” Clarke yelled as Finn rushed over and picked Raven up, carrying her into the dropship swiftly.

“Leaving is a mistake, Clarke.” Bellamy stopped Clarke as she rushed by, Demetri wobbled up to them.

“Decision’s been made.” Clarke answered, looking worriedly at Demetri’s current state.

“Crowds make bad decisions, just ask Murphy. Leaders do what they think is right.” Bellamy was pleading with Clarke.

“I am.” She replied before she went into the dropship to check on Raven.

Demetri grabbed onto Bellamy when she felt light headed and he turned to her and held onto to her arms. He peeled back her jacket to see the hole in her shoulder was still seeping blood.

“How are you still upright right now?” Bellamy picked her up like Finn just picked up Raven and carried Demetri towards the dropship. “Do you know how reckless you were being earlier. You should have stayed hidden.”

“And let you face Murphy alone?” Demetri’s head bounced over to rest on Bellamy’s shoulder, “That would be breaking my promise.”

“You’re not allowed to die for me, your life is worth so much more.” Bellamy’s voice softened.

“Life without you wouldn’t be worth living.” Demetri replied simply, acting like those words didn’t just leave Bellamy breathless.

“If you do something like that again, I’ll never let you out of my sight again.”

“Isn’t that how we ended up in this situation?” Demetri joked as Bellamy walked into the dropship. “Just thank me for helping stall, give me a kiss, and let Clarke fix me up. We did almost die so I’d appreciate a lecture later.” Demetri’s eyes closed, missing the softest of smiles Bellamy looked at her with.

“Thank you staying by my side.” Bellamy kissed Demetri’s pouty lips before he sat her down in a hammock. “Tell Clarke to check on Demetri after she has checked on Raven.”

“Of course.” Octavia nodded, she rushed over to check on Demetri as Bellamy stepped out of the dropship. “Thank you for watching out for Bellamy.”

“Anytime O.” Demetri grinned, but winced when her shoulder moved wrong.

“Just relax, Clarke will be over here soon.” Octavia held Demetri’s hand, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

“It would be a lot of help if you could stop the bleeding.” Demetri said, “It’ll help me out a lot.”

“Right.” Octavia ran to get bandages and pressed them onto the wound. “Sorry if this hurts.”

“I don’t think anything can top the pain I’ve felt in the last 12 hours.” Demetri winced when Octavia used her palm to apply pressure. “And I’m still alive so that’s a cool thing.”

“Don’t talk Demi, save your strength.” Octavia chuckled softly, “You don’t have to be strong all the time.”

“I know, but it’s easier this way. Pretending to always be strong, it helps people.” Demetri felt like she was rambling but she couldn’t stop. Her head lolled to look at Octavia who, like her brother, had a fond smile on her face.

“How did my brother managed to trick you into liking him?” She mused.

“Maybe you should ask how I tricked him into liking me.” Demetri teased, her voice slurred.

“I will later, rest.” Octavia ordered as Demetri’s eyes fluttered shut.

#the 100 #the 100 fanfic #The 100 adaptation #bellamy blake fanfic #bellamy blake x oc #bellamy blake #best friend clarke #clarke griffin x oc #the 100 write along #letmewritefreely

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thelittlefanpire · 2 years

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Blake Up Yonder

by thelittlefanpire

The 100 | Bellarke | Quigley Down Under AU | TROPED

Inspired by @troped-fanfic-challenge’s TROPED Choice: Western + Throwback Round 2 | Theme: Western | Original Tropes by @kinetic-elaboration: bank robbery + awkward silent entrance + gunslinger + guns akimbo | Wild Card Trope: POV Switch | Bonus Trope: Pick an AU!

Bellamy Blake is a sharpshooting cowboy who travels north to Arkadia in search of work. A man named Wallace has advertised for a long-distance marksman, and Blake is the best. Upon his arrival, he picks up a traveling companion in a woman dubbed Crazy Clarke by the locals.

When Blake discovers exactly what he’s been hired to do, he refuses the offer, and it leads to a vendetta that will have Blake fighting for his life and the lives of many others.

[a series of unfinished fics—25/50]

#the 100 #bellarke #the 100 fanfiction #bellarke fanfiction #bellamy x clarke #thelittlefanpirefics #tlfcreates100 #my moodboards #tlfufs #troped choice 6.0 #troped choice: throwback #round 2: throwback #troped choice: western #Quigley down under au

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1-dum-bitch · 1 year

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So you're mildly interested in The 100 but it's garbage and you just want the goods of fanfic?

said no one ever. but here we go

Cheater article

1900s : Mount Weather Emergency Operations center is constructed in the Blue Ridge Mountains in the United States as a military bunker.

2051 : Scientist Dr. Becca Franco, created an AI A.L.I.E. (Applied Lucent Intelligence Emulator), but turns out the AI is a eugenicist and subscribes to the thought of overpopulation, and that the greatest threats to humans (the mystery she was created to solve) is humans. Franco shuts that shit down. She retreats to her personal space station, Polaris, to continue studying, where she created a new A.I. dubbed A.L.I.E. 2 (and only compatible with a special blood compound she also created, called nightblood)

2052 : A.L.I.E. launches a worldwide nuclear strike to “save the human race” due to its calculation that there were “too many people.” She set out to solve the world’s overpopulation problem by eliminating enough of the human race to save the rest.

2054 : October 1st, the first Unity Day. 13 separate space stations from 12 separate nations (plus Franco’s) are trying to ride out the apocalypse that’s happening on the surface. The 12 stations are way too sus about Franco and how she made ALIE and Alpha Station shoots Polaris down. With her fall, the remaining 12 join as one and create The Ark - the supposed last bastion of human survivors.

PYSCH. Franco didn’t die with the rest of her station, she jettisoned in a little pod, shot up with Nightblood and having shoved ALIE 2.0 into the back of her neck at her brain stem (ALIE 2 being an implanted AI to better understand human emotions, unlike its predecessor who was a stand alone AI). She crashes to earth with the rest of the superhuman blood- i mean, nightblood, and tries to help the ppl who survived on the surface (everyone in space thought everyone else died). Her story becomes the legend of the First Commander and her technology becomes the foundation of the Grounder society, with the Nighblood passing through Grounders. A.L.I.E. 2.0 becomes "The Flame," a chip passed down and implanted through the generations of Grounder leaders called Commanders, which contains the memories of all Commanders before them.

2100-2149 : On the Ark, Abigail Griffin, Marcus Kane, Thelonius Jaha, Charles Pike are born and live in humanity's post-apocalyptic society in space.

The generation below them also grows up on the Ark, including Clarke Griffin, Bellamy and Octavia Blake, Monty Green, Raven Reyes, John Murphy, Jasper Jordan, Harper McIntyre, Finn Collins, Nathan Miller, and Wells Jaha, all of whom will make their way to Earth at the start of the series with the Delinquents.

On Earth, the Grounders become the descendants of Earth's human survivors, developing new languages, faith, and customs foreign to the pre-apocalypse world. 12 Grounder Clans emerge, as well as societies of nomadic grounders.

OK done with the condensed and relevant version of that article, now to the important plot.

Clarke is MC

Mom: Abby, head of medical clinic

Dad: Jake, head of engineering or smn

Chancellor: Thelonius Jaha

Wells: Chancellor’s son, clarke’s bff

Because they’re all part of the Elite Alpha Station, they don’t get a lot of acceptance from the others that are essentially considered lower class by default, so they tend to band together very clichishly

There are limited resources on the Ark, obvs, so shit like one kid only rule, food rations, recycling of goods (like clothes), etc. That also means that all “crimes” are super detrimental and get you floated… into space. Death penalty style. Unless you’re a minor, then you get incarcerated until you’re 18 when you go through a revision and maybe you’re let back into populace or maybe they float you anyway

Jake finds out the Ark’s oxygen scrubbing system is in catastrophic failure. Like not just a little glitch but full failing. And there’s nowhere to run in space, so he tells Abby and suggests they tell everyone so everyone can be in on the decision of what to do moving forward. Abby is hesitant, and they bring it up to Jaha (Thelonius is Jaha, Wells is Wells) who immediately shoots it down - mass panic and all that. Jake still presses that they should Let The People Know and while that who whatever is going down, Clarke hears her dad talking about it. She stresses over it, confides in Wells about it, and then her father is floated for treason (recording a video he intended to release to the public about the failure). She is 17 and so they toss her in the Skybox (juvy) but gen pop gets visitation with the outside, so they put her in solitary for the rest of her sentence so she can’t blab.

Just before her 18th (revision hearing anticipated), guards bust in and haul her out. She flips, thinking they’re floating her early, probably starting in the Skybox to save on oxygen. But no, she sees her mom for a sec and she explains they’re sending down the kids in a dropship to test if earth is safe. It’s not projected to be for another few generations, but clarke knows there’s a time crunch. she knows the real why. They zap her and she wakes up on the dropship, descent already starting, and there’s… Wells? Goody Two Shoes Chancellor’s Son? the only other person she told about her dad. wtf yanno. He confesses to her he got arrested to get sent down on the Dropship with her. ok but didn’t you sell out her dad? Question Mark?

They have monitoring cuffs to relay their vitals to the Ark to see just how toxic earth is now. There’s supposed to be a radio but it gets fried in the rough landing. They go out and WOW EARTH! But they were supposed to be dropped on Mount Weather, uninhabited maybe, but should still be stocked with pre-war goodies. they’re also horny, stupid, delinquent teens so they just start dicking around and taking off their wristbands (fuck the Ark, they don’t get to know about us, they sent us on a suicide mission) and clarke is like. Hello? The Ark is dying. Pissbaby (Bellamy Blake) is like so what. Whatever the hell we want. And clarke is like uhhhhh do you know farming like the aptly named Farm Station? Do you know medicine? Tell me what you do know. Oh right, you were training to be a guard to keep your sister (a second child *gasp*) safe, you both got caught, she was iced, you got demoted to a janitor, and then the head of the guards was like “shoot jaha and i’ll get you on that dropship” and so you did. What a Big Bad Boy. boring. But he knows how to appeal to the rest of the delinquents, and so he’s effective.

So they try to actually survive (food, water, shelter, under clarke’s direction mostly) because maybe they don’t hate everyone on the Ark. clarke gets some of them to head out towards mount weather, just to see what they could benefit from. but on their way there, one of them gets speared. Holy shit there are people living on the ground! And then the rest of them get their ass in gear and try to actually survive. people start dying, surprise surprise, they get panicked by the threat of people already established on the land they were told was their birthright and by the fact that they’re woefully underprepared. also Super Charming Space Walker Finn is hitting on clarke and she’s kinda into it because wow. hormones. there’s also this acid fog that rolls through sometimes and boils the skin off their bones.

One time, she’s running from it with Finn and Wells and they find an old, mostly buried car to hide out in.

Canonically, she hops in with them to flirt and brood and drink.

Canonically, she goes with them back to the rest of the delinquents and the Dropship.

Canonically, she is Skaikru (the Grounder word for People Of The Sky) and is treated as such.

But also like. Canon is garbage anyway

And instead, we were gifted with KL Morgan

And KL Morgan gifted us with Destruction

And then for more canonical aus, we have KL Morgan (again ofc) with The Lay of the Looking Glass Land - it does take up further into canon so this blurb wouldn't be sufficient

#clexa #clexa fic recs #clexa fanfics

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gusgus373 · 9 months

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Recomendando Fanfics:

Un fanfic de the 100 que me encanto y que sigue vigente, es Nayat, bueno la autora escribe un libro por temporada, ahora va en la sexta y también los tiene traducidos en ingles, por lo que tengo entendido es medio crossover al menos en el lore con game of throne, digo entendido porque no ve vi game of throne pero esta en mi lista de series para ver. Bueno es un fanfic con Bellamy Blake y un fem oc llamado Lyanna Valjean, no puedo decir mucho de la historia porque todo es spoiler prácticamente, pero puede decir que es de los mejores fanfics que he leído y que apenas veo la portada me acuerdo que me encantaba y tiene uno de las mejores evoluciones de personaje, porque la protagonista pasa de ser una niña tímida a una líder increíble.

#fanfic #fan fiction #wattpad #the 100 #bellamy blake #los 100 #recomendaciones #fic recommendation

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ao3feed-the100 · 1 year

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Eventually, we meet again!

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/1nWXAaR

by KabbyKruForever

This fanfiction's taking place 9 days after the first part of the series... In this fanfic, Marcus comes back at camp after having tried to negotiate with the Grounders' Commander... He and Abby have a very interesting conversation...

Words: 3256, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of May we meet again?

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Abby Griffin, Marcus Kane, Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake, Finn Collins, Lexa (mentioned)

Relationships: Abby Griffin/Marcus Kane, Abby Griffin & Marcus Kane, Bellamy Blake & Clarke Griffin (minor)

Additional Tags: Returning Home, First Kiss, Declarations Of Love, Negotiations, Implied/Referenced Suicide

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/1nWXAaR

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the 100 #the 100 fic

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allthings-fantasy · 6 years

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I Do (Part 20 of Pen Pals)

Author: @allthings-fantasy

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Word Count: 3735

Warning: cute fluff, wedding fever, little smut (female receiving), angst

Summary: The reader and Bellamy finally get to meet at the alter.

Authors Notes: Here is part 20!! Still can’t believe people are still supporting this series. Feedback means a lot to me! Only one more part after this (besides the epilogue) The song is Then by Brad Paisley

Part 19 MASTERLIST

6 Months Later

Your life was perfect. You had the most adorable baby on your hip, a lovely home, and you were getting ready to marry the man of your dreams, the father of your child. Becoming new parents had put the entire wedding planning business on hold. Daniel was enough of a handful, let alone trying to plan a wedding. But the time had finally come.

Having a baby changed your life for the better, yours and Bellamy’s. Of course there were up’s and downs. The 3am temper tantrums, messy diapers, upset stomachs, it was certainly an adventure. But he was yours and you couldn’t ask for anything more. Bellamy was the best father anyone could ask for. That little boy had him wrapped around his finger.

Bellamy insisted that he had to be the one to calm Daniel in the middle of the night, that you did enough by giving birth. He spoiled him with toys, clothes, trips to the park, everything. That little boy had him wrapped around his finger.

“Say good morning mama.” Your head turned to look over your shoulder as Bellamy’s voice hit your ears. Setting down your mug of coffee, you smiled at the sight in front of you. Both of your boys were still in their pajamas, bed head leaving their hair sticking in awkward directions. Like father like son. Daniel’s chubby cheeks turned up into a smile when he saw his mother. Bellamy kissed his son’s cheek before passing him over to you.

The little boy let out a tiny babble as you rested him on your hip, kissing the top of his head. “Aw good morning baby boy.” Your baby voice was a constant thing in the household now. One of his tiny hands stretched up and pressed into your nose. It was incredible the amount of love that you felt for such a little human. It still baffled you that the two of you made him. “Did you sleep good?” Your eyes widened as you talked to him, before grabbing your mug again.

Glancing over at Bellamy, you smiled at his hair sticking up on the back of his head. “Tell daddy he needs to fix his hair.” You leaned down and whispered in Daniel’s ear, making him release a giggle. Walking up behind Bellamy, you gently ran your fingers through his hair in attempt to tame his locks.

He turned from pouring his own coffee and wrapped an arm around your waist, prompting a kiss on your lips. “Mmm, good morning to you too.” Bellamy murmured against your lips, giving your bottom lip a small bite. “How about I make us breakfast?” His question was met with a squeal from Daniel.

Your son sat on your lap as your fiancée cooked you and him up some breakfast. Now that Daniel was a little over six months old, the two of you were starting to introduce him to solid foods. Thankfully for the two of you, he wasn’t much of a fussy eater.

The three of you sat around the small table in the kitchen and ate breakfast as a family. It was Thursday and the wedding was on Saturday. Today, you and Bellamy had to go to the venue and finalize any last minute details. Your mother, Raven, and Octavia had promised to handle the majority of the planning. All you had to do was tell them what you wanted. ‘Your wish was their command,’ that’s what your mother had insisted on.

Of course, the place for the two of you to get married would be at the beach. Although the park did hold a special place in your heart, nothing beat the beach. It was where you first took Bellamy and taught him that special breathing tip to calm down, where you asked him to meet you after he disappeared, where he proposed. It was everything to you. After the two of you got a hold of the township, they agreed to rope off a small portion of the beach for the wedding.

Once the three of you were dressed, you hooked Daniel into his car seat and headed towards the beach. Pulling into the parking lot, you saw Octavia was already there waiting for you. As soon as you got Daniel out of the car, a huge smile spread across her lips. “There’s my favorite baby!” Her arms outstretched for the child, instantly taking him from her arms. You watched as she cradled your son to her chest, bouncing him up and down. “Let’s go get this done, alrighty?”

You kicked off your flip flops, letting your toes sink into the sand. “Okay so… I want the archway facing the water, obviously, with those flowers I picked wrapped around them.” Your eyes casted between O and her brother, wanting to know their opinions.

Octavia nodded and rested her nephew against her hip. “Yeah, that’ll look nice. And then the chairs can start right behind here on both sides.” She turned and pointed behind her. “Are you having a runway or anything? Or are you just having the sand? You’re not wearing shoes right?” She rambled off questions at you fast enough to make your head spin.

“Um, I was just gonna have the sand, so no shoes or anything.” You glanced over at Bellamy and grabbed his hand. “That okay with you?”

He gave you a small smile and nodded. “Yeah, having a runway would just get covered in sand anyways. But I think we should set the seats more at an angle so that way people can see without having to look around the back of someone’s head.” Bellamy gestured with the hand that wasn’t interlaced with yours.

An hour later and the four of you were finished with finalizing the setup. After the ceremony at the beach, the reception was going to be held at your parent’s house. They had a decent sized yard and your guest list wasn’t that long. You were excited to meet some of Bellamy’s army friends, especially John Murphy. Bellamy talked so highly of him, you were happy that he was going to be his best man.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, by the end of it you had the entire wedding day schedule down to a T. The ceremony was planned to start at three and should be finished at four. While the wedding party was getting pictures, everyone else should be filing back to your parents house where they could enjoy the open bar and the dance floor your mother insisted on renting.

Now it was past dark and Daniel was asleep in your arms as you made your way back into the apartment. “Here, I’ll put him to bed.” Bellamy whispered as he took his son into his arms, cradling him against his broad chest. You could hear him humming a lullaby as he walked back the hall and into Daniel’s room.

Stepping inside the bedroom, you kicked off your shoes and shimmied out of your clothes only to put on one of Bellamy’s old t shirts. A second later you felt two heavy hands being placed against your hips, pulling you back into a sturdy chest. You hummed in content as your head leaned back and rested against Bellamy’s shoulder. “You tired?” His chest vibrated as he talked, leaning his head down to nip at the sensitive skin on your neck.

Your shoulders shrugged slightly, resting your own hands on top of his. “A little bit.”

“I can’t wait to marry you.” Bellamy’s voice was nothing more than a murmur in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “Give you my last name.” His hands started to squeeze your hips, working their way up your sides. “Officially make you mine.” He placed open mouth kisses along your shoulder; his tongue leaving a hot trail along your skin.

“Bell…” You mewled when his hips pressed tightly against your ass. Bellamy was an expert at making you a withering mess, between his mouth and his fingers, you were pure putty in his hands. “Please,” you whined. One of his large hands reached across your chest to palm your breast through the thin cotton of his t shirt.

You could feel him smirk against your skin as his teeth ran across the outer shell of your ear. “Please what, princess?” Bellamy’s voice was deep, laced with need and hunger.

Your mouth opened to speak, but the only thing that came out was a small groan. He knew very well what he was doing to you and he knew exactly what you wanted. Suddenly his hands were on your sides again, turning you around in his grasp. You didn’t even get the chance to respond before his lips crashed onto yours. Bellamy’s large hands cupped your face as he backed the two of you towards your bed. The mattress hit the back of your knees, causing you to fall back onto your butt.

He stayed standing for a moment, looming over you, eyes scanning everything you had to offer him. “Take off your shirt.” You insides clenched again, it always sent a tingle through your veins when he got a little commanding. Bellamy took it upon himself to strip out of his own clothes. No matter how many times you saw him naked, you always found yourself staring. “Lie back on the bed and spread those pretty legs for me.”

You smirked up at him softly and shimmed back onto the bed before laying your head back against the pillows, letting your legs fall open. Bellamy’s hands rested on the mattress beside the inside of your ankles, supporting his weight as he slowly crawled his way towards you. His lips pressed against your calf, making his way upwards. Occasionally he’d let his tongue taste your skin, let his teeth sink into the soft flesh of your thigh.

Bellamy’s eyes glanced up at you with his signature smirk on his face. He loved making you feel good, loved having you a squirming mess beneath him as you moaned his name till you were red in the face. His fingers looped around the sides of your panties before pulling them down your legs, discarding them somewhere over his shoulder. “You gotta stay still, sweetheart.”

You tried, you really did. But the second his tongue swiped across your folds you were practically quivering. “Uhh, Bellamy…” His tongue worked with expert precision, circling and rubbing over your bundle of nerves.

One of his arms looped around your thigh, resting his hand against your stomach in attempt to hold you still. Your hips bucked when you felt one of his fingers push inside of you. He was teasing you beyond your limits. His mouth was making graphic noises as he took his time running his tongue over you, lapping up your arousal. It was all too much. Bellamy could tell you were close when your thigh quivered. He pulled back too soon, right before you became a mess of need. The expression on his face made something inside of you twist. His eyes dark, hungry, and he was looking at you like you were his last meal. Your eyes casted down to his mouth and saw his lips and chin glistening in the low light of your room. “You can’t finish yet, baby. I’m nowhere near done with you.”

The Morning Of

You were happy that the two of you decided to have the wedding more in the afternoon. You were a ball of nerves and needed that extra time to calm down. Everyone was laughing at you, saying you were just experiencing the jitters. You knew there was nothing to be nervous for, this was Bellamy after all. The two of you were meant to be.

Now you only had a half hour before you were to be walking down the aisle. Raven, Octavia, and your mother were bustling around you, making sure your hair was in order, makeup was perfection. You were thankful that your father agreed to watch Daniel while you were getting ready. You loved your son with your whole heart, but you couldn’t risk him an upset stomach or a leaky diaper. “I think it’s time for you to get your dress on.” Your mother beamed at you as she hung the dress up on the back of the door.

Raven took your robe from you, leaving you in only your strapless bra and matching panties. You gave your best friend a sweet smile. Despite everything she went through, she was still here with high spirits and endless support. Plus she looked exceptionally beautiful in her bridesmaid dress. Octavia held your hand as you stepped inside the dress, aiding your mother in pulling it up into place.

Glancing back in the mirror at yourself, you smiled at the reflection staring back at you. You were happy you decided on a mermaid dress. The lace hugged your frame in the best possible way before flaring out at your hips. A sweetheart neckline allowed you to show off a little bite of cleavage. It was simple, but it was perfect. Since the wedding was outside, you thought an up do might work out best for you. “Mom why are you crying?” You laughed and looked at your mother behind you who had a tissue pressed to the corner of her eye.

She waved her hands and bit her bottom lip, cautious of messing up her lipstick. “Oh don’t bother me! You just look so beautiful honey. I’m so happy for you.”

Exactly thirty minutes later you were standing a little ways away from the crowd, out of sight. Daniel was now sitting with your mother and your father had locked arms with you. “You know it’s never too late to back out.” You scowled at your dad as he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Are you kidding me right now?” You couldn’t believe he was bringing this up right now.

Finally your dad cracked a smile. “I’m just yanking your chain, pumpkin. Bellamy is a good man. He’ll make a good husband, already makes a great dad.” It meant a lot to hear him say that, your heart swelled as you smiled up at your father. You wanted to say something back to him but the music cut you off. “I think that’s our cue.”

Slowly the two of you stepped into sight. You glanced around at the crowd of family and friends who were standing, all of their gazes turned in your direction. But it wasn’t them you were focused on. No your attention was set on the man at the end of the aisle. Bellamy stood there in a full tuxedo, a large smile plastered over his face. He only ever smiled that big when he first held Daniel. He was the most handsome man you’ve ever seen and you got to marry him. Before you even knew it, you were being handed off to Bellamy. You father gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before going to sit down.

“The couple would now like to share some vows that they wrote. Y/N would you like to go first?” The pastor glanced over at you before you nodded.

Taking in a shaky breath, you met eyes with Bell again. His smile calmed your nerves a little bit. It was the same speech you practiced in your head over and over. You just had to pretend all these people around you were away, it was just you and Bellamy talking right now.

“The way that we met was completely unconventional, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I can only explain our meeting as Fate. From the first time I met you, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to let you go. You had changed my life for the better. Because of you I’m a mother, a person who is confident in herself, and now I’m a wife. I promise to love you through everything, support you no matter what, and be your rock when you need one. We are each two halves of a whole and I am forever grateful that I found my other half. I love you and I can’t wait to see what life has in store for us next.” You didn’t know when the tears stared to form in your eyes, but by the time you finished talking they were very close to spilling over.

Bellamy squeezed your hand before taking his own turn to talk. “I always thought those pen pal websites were a load of crap, I never got the urge to really reply to any of them. Then, I got yours. I don’t know what it was, but I just had to talk to you. Then you sent me that picture of you and I knew from that day on I was going to marry you. I was in a dark place for a while, and you were the light that brought me back. You, my sweet girl, showed me what’s good in life again. You made me a father, a husband, a better man. You make every day easier and I will never stop falling in love with you.”

After the ‘I do’s’, Bellamy’s hands cupped your cheeks and pressed a deep kiss onto your lips, officially sealing the deal. You were married. “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Bellamy Blake!”

“Now introducing the newly married couple to the dance floor for their first dance as husband and wife.” The DJ’s voice rang out through the speakers set up in your parent’s backyard.

Everyone had taken their seats before you and Bellamy made yourselves known, walking out to the middle of the dance floor hand in hand. “You know I suck at dancing.” You whispered to Bellamy as he tugged you against his chest.

“Don’t worry, I got ya.” He smirked at you and began to sway as the music started. Bellamy’s voice filled your ears as he softly sang the lyrics to you.

Now you’re my whole life

Now you’re my whole world

And I just can’t believe the way I feel about you, girl

Like the river meets the sea

Stronger than it’s ever been

We’ve come so far since that day

And I thought I loved you then

Your arms tightened around Bellamy’s neck as he placed a small kiss below your ear. The music softly faded into the background and was replaced with claps from people in the crowd. Pulling back slightly, your lips met his. “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much more, princess.”

After the dancing and the cake was cut, it turned more into a party than a formal event. Now with everyone out of their dresses and tuxedos and into more casual clothing, you were able to relax. With Daniel resting in your arms, the three of you walked around the crowds of people, socializing.

“Congratulations man!” You turned to see John standing beside Bellamy, the two of them going in for a side hug. He turned his attention onto you, sending you a charming smile. “It’s nice to finally be able to meet you. John Murphy.”

You laughed softly and shook his hand with your free one. “Y/N Blake.” You smiled wider at using your knew last name for the first time. Bellamy seemed to like it too.

“Oh trust me, I know who you are. Ever since that first letter he ever got from you, he never shut up about you since.” John rolled his eyes, receiving a smack on the chest from Bell. “Ouch! Hey, just being honest.”

You pouted and looked over at your husband, faking puppy eyes. “Awe babe. Did you have a crush on me?” It was hard to keep your frown from turning into a smile. Bellamy glared at you, which prompted a giggle from his son.

“And what are you laughing at?!” Bellamy snatched his son from you and held him up in the air, causing Daniel to erupt into a fit full of laughs. “Huh?” His fingers tickled his son’s sides before cradling him back into his arms.

John wrapped an arm around your shoulder, smiling fondly at the father and son. “This domestic life really suits you, Bellamy.”

Before anyone could say anything, someone else added themselves into the conversation. “Congratulations, Private Blake. You have a wonderful family.” Commander Jaha made himself known, glancing between all of you. You had only ever met the guy one before, and he still oozed authority. The sight of their commander made both John and Bellamy straighten up, their faces hardening.

“Thank you, sir. Glad you could make it.” When Bellamy mentioned about inviting him, you were sure he wasn’t going to show up. He just seemed like the type to stay indoors.

Jaha sent a tight lipped smile your way before nodding in John’s direction, acknowledging his presence. “Y/N, if you don’t mind I would like to steal these boys away from you for a few moments.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you glanced between him and Bellamy. “I promise you that it will not be more than two minutes.”

“It’s okay, princess. I’ll be right back.” He passed your son back to you before looking back at his commander. The three of them walked off and headed into the house. You could see how tense Bellamy’s shoulders were. He was pissed.

Luckily you were able to distract yourself from the serious conversation going on inside with your family and friends. It took much longer than two minutes for you to feel a heavy arm being wrapped around your shoulder again. The smile on your lips dropped when you noticed Bellamy’s expression. “Babe, what’s wrong?”

He smiled at you, but it was the fakest one you’ve ever seen. “Nothing, it’s all good.” His hand squeezed your shoulder slightly. Bellamy was tense; every muscle in his body was clenched. You knew better than to believe him.

“Please, don’t start this marriage off with lies. You can tell me anything.” Your arms crossed over your chest, suddenly thankful that your mom wanted to hold Daniel for a while. “Bell seriously, what is it?” You knew he didn’t want to say it, deep down in your gut you knew what was coming.

“I’m getting deployed again.”

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Down Below (Chapter 78)

Summary: After being sent down on Earth with the other prisoners from the Ark, Y/N Reyes faces series of events and learns about survival. With new things happening around her, she is now starting a new chapter in her life.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader, John Murphy x reader, Raven Reyes x sister!reader

Word Count: 2k words

Warning: swearing, mention of death and violence

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Couple of McCreary's criminals stayed behind with the guards, with a help of Indra watching over them. Meanwhile, I've decided to interrupt Russell with a surprise visit.

I insisted I'd go alone, the less people the better especially knowing that Russell wasn't quite the violent type; There was no way he’d lay his hands on me, I had no worries about him at all. He had killed Clarke because of his greed, I highly doubt that he'd kill more of us out of anger.

Some people disagreed with me, not surprised. Of course Bellamy, Josephine and Murphy wanted to come with me, Jordan wished to tag along too. Delilah being sacrificed for the prime hit him pretty hard, I didn't blame him for wanting to confront him.

As we barged into the lab, we were greeted with a startled look on all of their faces. Simone and Emori instantly looked upset, Abby looked like she was dying for her next fix.

'How in the hell did you guys escape?' Simone cursed, stepping up in front of me.

'It's not very hard, you know. Now would you guys be so kind and give us back the blood you made.' Murphy took out his hand, motioning them to hand it over.

Approaching fast, Emori reached for John's hand. 'John, what are you doing?'

'We can't let them continue to deceive and kill their innocent people, it's not right. Now they got us involved too.'

'Just hand us the damn blood.' I walked over to Simone that had it in her hands, 'Haven't you guys lived enough already?'

Simone chuckled, 'You don't get it do you?'

'What, killing people thinking their sacrificing themselves to false Gods? Of course I don't get it, I'm not a homicidal bitch like you.'

She reached her hand out, smacking my cheek while holding the blood in her other hand. I couldn't react and get her back as Bellamy was quicker than me, grabbing Simone's collar. 'Get your fucking hands off of her.'

'Let go of my wife!' Russell screamed at Bellamy, trying to reach over her but was suddenly distracted by Murphy.

He had snatched the blood off of Simone's hand, laughing as he hugged it in his arms. 'You guys are awfully slow.'

'Do you really think that's a smart move, Murphy?' Russell rolled his eyes. 'One word and the guards will storm in here and shoot you without a warning.'

'You shoot me, I drop this bad boy and the blood is destroyed. You really want to do this Russell?'

He huffed, turned to look at Emori and back to John. 'You fucked everything up, you know? I trusted Emori when she said you were with us.'

'That's your own fault for trusting her, I never agreed to this. I honestly just want you dead.'

'What do you guys want from this anyway? Why do you care what our community is doing? These people believe in us, believe that the Primes store peace and prosperity to Sanctum.'

How can that come out of Simone's mouth? Saying that their community chose to sacrifice their lives for a God that they've made up? 'They sacrifice themselves because they believe in the lies you told them. I care because you're killing your own people.'

'Can we just compromise? Agree to disagree and live on with our lives as we did these past few days?' Josephine tried to be the middle of man of this, siding with her family as well us siding with us.

'I thought I made a deal to compromise with Russell but he chose to betray me instead.' I looked at Josephine, understanding where she was coming from but hoping that she will finally realize that what her family has been doing is completely wrong. 'This outcome is all your father's fault. I didn't want any of this to happen.'

'Whatever happens to me and my people are none of your damn business! What we do does not concern you at all!' Simone raised her voice at me, veins tracing down her face as she seemed angry as ever.

'Now that you're getting us involved, it certainly is. We don't have to make these stupid blood for you, you know that right?'

Murphy's POV;

Y/N and Simone have been yelling at each other for quite sometime now, I'd want to help her but I wasn't in the position to defend her. Besides, she could handle herself well.

Simone's facial expression changed as she heard the words come out of Y/N's mouth, it was as if she had triggered her.

'I've had enough of your attitude already.' Simone screamed as she charged at Y/N, punching her in her stomach.

Before I was able to jump in to help, Y/N grabbed her arm, twisting it to the opposite direction that had Simone scream even louder. Turning her whole body around, she then kicked her back which had her falling next to Russell.

As Simone fell to the ground, she breathed. 'What happened to no violence?'

'You fucking punched me in the gut, I'm not just going to stand there.'

Just as I was about to make a snarky comment at Simone, Abby had snatched the blood from my hand. I quickly turned to her, 'What are you doing?'

Abby wasn't listening and instead ran out the lab. All of us trailed her from behind, ending up next to the airlock chamber. She had locked herself in the chamber, attempting to float herself and the nightblood with her.

Her hand was on the lever, her other arm tightly holding onto the nightblood. Y/N approached closer to her, trying convince her from the other side of the airlock. 'Abby, let's rethink this okay?'

'Don't fucking tell me what to do!' Abby yelled, tears running down her cheeks. 'Why do you care anyway, they lose the blood and you get to see me float myself. Win-win situation for you, I'd say.'

Y/N huffed, shaking her head. 'Don't be fucking stupid. I don't agree with you nor did I enjoy being threatened by you at the bunker but I don't want you dead, Abby.'

'I've lost everything, Y/N!' Abby started to sob, 'Russell killed my daughter, Marcus left me. I have nothing left, what do you know about loss?'

'We've all lost something, Abby.' I approached her also, standing next to Y/N. 'You guys sent us down to Earth when we were only kids, when we barely understood right from wrong. A lot of us lost parents, not that I really cared but some do. I understand that you're angry and frustrated but don't tell us we don't know how you're feeling.'

Y/N had never fully told me what happened down at the bunker, all I know is that Abby had done something to her, something that she will never forgive her for. She never told me the whole story, said that she wanted to forget everything because it was so awful what happened.

Even with all the altercation between her and Abby, Y/N was still trying to stop her from floating herself out of the airlock. I know how much the bunker had messed her up, I was honestly surprised that she was willing to help Abby.

‘Why are you trying so hard to help me? I’m the one that’s responsible for your misery right?’ Abby looked straight into Y/N’s eyes.

‘Like I said, I don't want you dead. I'll never forget what happened but we can always work our way to forgive. We’ve all worked our way through hell, we can get through this too.’

I admire Y/N’s strength, which are one of the reasons why I loved her so much. Watching her fight for Abby made me feel stupid about letting her go, being dumb enough to not say I love you back to her.

Abby nodded her head, ‘You’re right Y/N. You’re right. I’m sorry.’

She opened the airlock and slowly walking out as Y/N rubbed her hand on Abby’s back, trying to comfort her while she continued to sob.

'Maybe it's time to end all this, dad. We've done enough already.' Josephine said, surprisingly. Perhaps all of this have overwhelmed her, finally understanding that it wasn't worth the pain they were causing.

Russell inhaled dramatically, rolling his eyes as everyone had their eyes on Y/N and Abby. ‘Don't be a fool, Josie. It's never over.'

'If that's how you feel, so be it.’ Abby suddenly shoved Y/N to the side, pulling Simone from behind her and yanking her into the airlock chamber with her. Bellamy, having the faster instinct, caught Y/N before she fell to the ground.

‘Let me out, Russell! Help me, please!’ Simone banged on the glass from the other side as Abby locked the chamber again. ‘Anybody, help me out please!’

‘Simone!’ Russell looked at Bellamy, Jordan and then to me, panic all over his eyes as he tried to look for help. ‘Please get my wife out of there.’

Abby shook her head, ‘It’s too late now.’

Y/N pushed Bellamy’s arms out of her way, running towards the airlock as she screamed. ‘Abby, don-’

She was too late, Abby had pulled the lever as if she was committed to do so. Abby seemed as though she was ready to float herself, I doubt that Y/N would've convinced herself otherwise.

Bellamy pressed the button to close the airlock, comforting Y/N as she looked distraught. It was selfish of me to feel jealousy towards Bellamy, when Y/N needed someone to lean on when one of our people had died tragically. I couldn’t help it, I was mad at myself for fucking everything up.

Josephine and Russell on the other hand was emotionless, Simone was gone faster than the snap of a finger. They’ve probably haven’t gotten the grasp of any of this, since they were not familiar with the floating method.

‘What... did you guys do...’ Russell mumbled, staring into space as if he was staring at a ghost.

‘Seems like Abby took your wife for taking her own daughter away from her. Fair trade I should say.’ Jordan said angrily. I didn’t think he had it in him to say such harsh words, even though we all know we were all thinking the same thing.

Josephine shook her head. ‘We did a shitty thing, I know. But was that really fair? How dare you say that, she murdered my mother!’

‘Just how you murdered our friend! Just as how you murdered Delilah, she didn’t know the whole truth about what she was sacrificing herself for!’ Jordan took a step toward Josephine, screaming his lungs out. ‘Your family has been doing this for years, there’s no excuse for that!’

A sudden loud bang echoed, Jordan falling hard onto the floor without saying another word. Josephine screamed, looking at her father with a gun in his hand which was aimed towards Jordan.

Josephine froze into place as the rest of us ran towards Jordan to see if he was alright, but it was too late once again. He was already bleeding to death, bullet going straight through his chest.

'None of you guys move or I will shoot again.'

Everything had clicked; I really should've had killed Russell when I had the chance. I could've protected Jordan, I bet Monty was ashamed of me and all of us that it ended up being this way.

Or maybe Y/N was right, if we just accepted the trade, no one would end up getting hurt. Sure, Russell would still live but he wouldn't be an issue as long as he stayed in Sanctum.

None of this would've happened if I'd just stopped Emori from this, while we were marching back to the ship. I could've said something before we left Sanctum. There were so many chances where I could've stopped this and I did nothing.

And now Russell is unpredictable, all hell broke loose and he had gone insane. His lover was gone, forever and there was no going back. Abby and Jordan were gone and we might lose more of our people, even lose the love of my life because of my stupid choice.

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Many Happy Returns - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Thirteen

[THE 100 MASTERLIST]

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Summary: Bellamy, Michelle and Murphy rebelled and successfully sneaked out of camp right under Kane’s nose but they couldn’t have done it on their own as they were just tied up in a room until rescue came, and unexpectedly at that. On their way to get their friends back, they got into quite the situation more than once, some a little deadlier than others.

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Warnings: The 100 season 2 spoilers (episode 3 “Reapercussions” & episode 4 “Many Happy Returns”), violence, blood, wounds, lots of yelling and arguments, swearing, life-or-death situation, angst, a hint of sarcasm

The group had been walking through the woods since nightfall and now, the sun was shining through the trees’ leaves. Bellamy had let go of Murphy but kept his hands tied and walked behind Finn, at the head of their makeshift research group and Michelle was alongside the handcuffed young man, with Monroe and another teenager behind them all, aiming around with their guns, on the lookout, covering their friends’ backs.

“All right, Murphy. Where to now?” Bellamy asked, peeking over at the latter. Murphy slowly came to a stop and drifted his peer’s attention at his tied hands.

“What do you say we lose these first, huh?”

“No. Again.” He instantly refused, glancing around and up in the trees.

“If we get attacked, I have nothing to defend myself with.” Murphy insisted, and he kind of had a point on that one but Bellamy had something to retort to that as well and it made Michelle stare at him.

“First, I don’t care. Second, you’ve got your girlfriend to help you not get your ass kicked by the Grounders.” Just as he finished his sentence, Finn turned around and walked up to them and just like that, he cut off his ties with his knife and walked away, not saying a word.

“Thank you.” He and Michelle watched the young man catch up with Spacewalker and addressing him, surely bothered by the initiative he just took. “After you, soldier.”

She chortled, shaking her hand and took a step past him and he then walked alongside her, behind Bellamy and Finn, now together at the lead of the small group. She sighed and glanced at the stiches closing the wound across the palm of her hand, holding her machine gun with her other hand. She put some tension in her fingers and frowned slightly and left her arm hanging by her side. She had no notion of how long it would take to heal but she knew it would take a while. She got her fucking hand slashed by a Grounder but at least it got her a cool war scar she could tell the story of if asked about it. Michelle raised her head and followed Murphy with her eyes as he walked faster to get beside Bellamy after the latter and Finn finished talking.

“So do I get a gun now?” The instanteous and sole response he got to this question was Bellamy unceremoniously pushing him ahead of him, not making any comment. Michelle chuckled and just kept walking.

“Everybody down, down. Get down.” Murphy suddenly whispered, forcing Bellamy and Michelle, who were walking in front of him, to the ground, his hands on their shoulders. After Bellamy got down, he let go off him but kept a hand on Michelle while the two others with them imitated. They got to a big metallic structure, covered in moss, almost frozen in place. Whatever it used to be, it was now stuck by the nature around it with bits of it falling apart as it was a hundred years old already, but the height of the whole thing was still an impressive sight. “This is it. Told you I’d find it.”

“I see nothing but Grounders.” Bellamy noted, looking through the spyglass on his gun. Michelle let out a scoff and whispered.

“Didn’t expect a Grounders’ camp to be filled with Grounders?” He pursed his lips and shot an annoyed look at her. She was right but he wasn’t pleased with her roasting him any change she gets. Murphy smirked at her comment.

“Our people aren’t here.” He exhaled.

“Wait a minute.” Finn spoke up, cutting off Bellamy as he looked through the scope of his gun. “They’ve got stuff from our dropship.”

“So maybe they know where our friends are.” Bellamy thought out loud.

“Yeah, or maybe they killed them already.” Murphy retorted.

“Son of a bitch.”

“What is it?” Bellamy asked Finn.

“The one with the one eye.” Bellamy and Michelle both looked through their guns’ scopes. “Around his neck.” Michelle looked down and her mouth opened in disbelief, her brows furrowed and eyes wide.

“What am I looking at?”

“That’s Clarke’s watch.” She told Bellamy, staring ahead of them.

“It was her father’s.” Finn added and she gave him a sidelong glance, almost as if she felt threatened by him acting like he knew her so well, when she was the one who had grown up with her and they saw each others as sisters now.

“She wouldn’t give that up without a fight.”

“Damn right about that, Bellamy.” Michelle affirmed in a low tone. She glanced over at Finn again when she heard him add something.

“Neither will we.” She observed him for a second and just as Bellamy did, she brought her eye to the scope of her gun, watching the Grounders’ every move.

“Okay. You’re with me.” Bellamy then declared, looking at Michelle and Finn. “You two stay here. If this thing goes south, take out the other Grounders. But don’t shoot the Grounder with the watch. Copy?”

“Copy.” Finn and Michelle nodded.

“Copy. What about Murphy?” Monroe wondered and the latter sketched a brief smirk.

“Yeah, do I get a gun now?”

“Something like that.” He was then pulled from the ground by Bellamy and he, Michelle and Finn walked around the camp by the other side, bending over and trying to be as discreet as possible. Murphy was given two round rocks and sent to hide behind a tree. The three others hid in the thick and tall bushes all around as he tapped the stones together to catch the attention of the Grounder wearing Clarke’s watch around his neck, and it worked. He was cautious so he followed the noise one step at a time, holding his bladed weapon tight in his hand, on the lookout. From where she hid with Finn, she followed Murphy slink away with her eyes and when the Grounder got there, there was no one and Bellamy stood up behind him and the second the man turned around he was hit vigorously in the face and fell to the ground heavily with a grunt. Murphy, Michelle and Finn walked out of the bushes and went near the Grounder. Michelle outpaced Finn and pulled the watch from the Grounder’s neck, breaking the thread it was hanging onto. “We need to take him somewhere quiet.”

“I know just the place.” Finn declared and Bellamy nodded before the two carried the man to a bunker in the forest that the Spacewalker knew of, and Michelle and Murphy came along.

“We’re gonna do this again… and this time, you’re gonna stop screwing with us.” Bellamy was not having it with the Grounders and started to get pissed off by the silence he buried himself in. Michelle observed the scene, leaning against a wall with Murphy seating on a chair by her side, and watched him show the watch to the Grounder. “Where did you find this?”

“I told you. I found it outside your camp.”

“He’s lying. She would never take it off voluntarily.” Finn wasn’t buying it. Michelle frowned and started thinking about it. She had already thought that it was odd and quite unlikely that Clarke took it off herself. She didn’t believe that, and none of the boys did either.

“I know.” Bellamy said softly while Finn took the watch and leaned towards the Grounder, his face tensed.

“Where is the girl who was wearing this watch?” He gritted and yelled through his teeth.

“I never saw a girl.” The Grounder wasn’t scared by any of them and anything they could do or say to him. He wasn’t fazed by any of it and didn’t even seem to care about the nasty injuries made to his face.

“Another lie.” Michelle glanced at Murphy from the corner of her eyes when he made a comment. “Maybe you should stop asking him nicely—”

“Shut up, Murphy.” Bellamy cut him off, still staring down on the Grounder. Michelle didn’t react and waited to see what was going to happen. She had no intention to intervene, at least not at the moment. She didn’t know what happened to Clarke and if the Grounder right there or any of his group had something to do with her disappearance, but she had little regard for the wounded man sitting in front of her. “Where are our friends? You took them. We know you did. Just tell us where.”

“Murphy’s right. We’re wasting time.” Finn pulled out his knife and threw a punch at the Grounder. “Answer the question! Where’s the girl who was wearing this watch?” Bellamy tried to push him away, but Finn was so aggravated, he struggled against him, ready to go at it again and beat the man to death if it came to it.

“Finn, stop. You don’t wanna do this. Trust me.” Even though he wasn’t taking his eyes off the Grounder, he eventually calmed down and stopped moving, while Bellamy tried to knock some sense into him. “There are some lines you can’t uncross.” There was a brief instant of calm and silence where Finn seemed to pull his shit back together but then he pivoted on his feet and started hitting the Grounder, again and again and again and just shouted before Bellamy grabbed him to try and pull him away again.

“Back off!” He cried out and pushed Bellamy away, aiming his gun at him. Michelle saw how carried away Finn got, and she thought that he would really pull the trigger at some point. She felt uneasy in this instant and despite her not being close to Bellamy, she didn’t really want him to get shot by the prick she considered Finn to be. She clenched her jaw, not moving and as her arms were crossed over her chest, she subconsciously squeezed with her hands in apprehension.

“Put the gun down, Finn.” The latter looked frantic with his wide eyes and gritted teeth, panting like a wild animal. He suddenly turned back to the Grounder, putting the gun to his head and Michelle kind of relaxed a little but still, he was maybe threatening an innocent man and they had no idea, and would he shoot and that was the case, he would have kille someone for no good reason except that he was enraged and maddened by Clarke’s disappearance.

“Three seconds.” He declared, looking hysterical now. “Two! One.”

“Okay.” The Grounder surprisingly gave in. “I’ll tell you. Your friends are east of here. The village where we take our prisoners of war.”

“East where? How do we get to them?”

“I can draw you a map… but you should hurry, soon they’ll outlive their usefulness." Finn finally put down the gun.

“Get him something to draw a map.” He stepped away and Monroe came forward and unceremoniously gave the Grounder a piece of paper. Murphy stood up and walked past Michelle and stopped next to Bellamy for a second.

“And you thought I was the crazy one.”

“Gather up your gear.” Bellamy got up after looking at the map drawn by the Grounder and he addressed his peers, standing around him. “We’re leaving.”

“What about him?” Sterling wondered, looking over at the tied up Grounder, kneeling on the floor.

“For now, we leave him. We’ll deal with him when we’re done.” Bellamy decided.

“What if he escapes? He knows exactly where we’re going.” Murphy had a point there and Michelle shifted her gaze on Bellamy, waiting for what he had to say to him.

“We’re not killing him.”

“I’m not really seeing another option here.” John insisted. “If we don’t take care of this now, this is gonna blow back on us and you know that.”

“He’s unarmed, Murphy.”

“He’s a Grounder.” Michelle and Murphy both retorted with a noticeable exasperation and they glanced at each other after they spoke at the same time, having had the same thought that went through their minds. Murphy looked at the others and they kept quiet, which seemed to baffle him in the moment.

“Really? Come on, tell him.”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know what?” Michelle spat at Monroe, stepping towards her. The girl just didn’t want to stand up to Bellamy and both Michelle and John could see that.

“He’s gonna tell his people everything. We’re as good as dead.” Murphy added, raising his voice in annoyance and discontent in the face of his peers’ blatant cowardice to say something. “Our friends too.”

“Look, we’re not doing this. End of discussion. You want him, you go through me.”

“What exactly happened to you, huh? You’re talking like you never killed a Grounder before.” Murphy shot back.

“That was in battle.” Bellamy replied on a serious tone. “This would be an execution—” They all jumped when they heard a loud shot and saw Finn holding the Grounder, whose now lifeless body lied on the ground, at gunpoint and Finn just stared down at it for a second and walked past them with a straight face, like he didn’t just kill someone and was completely cold and heartless. This is the part that gave chills to Michelle.

“Let’s get moving.” Everyone just stood there and watched him leave the bunker in silence. Murphy didn’t make any comment and just shot a glance at Michelle who swallowed harshly, and she followed him outside with a quiet sigh. It would have had to happen. She agreed about that, but how Finn just killed that man in cold blood, out of the blue, was alarming to say the least.

“Everyone, eyes peeled.” Bellamy ordered as they progressed through the forest, running. “We’re in Grounder territory.”

“Everything is Grounder territory, all right? I can’t keep running.” Murphy went to a halt, Michelle next to him and Monroe and Sterling stopping in their tracks behind the two. Finn and Bellamy turned around and the spacewalker stepped towards Murphy. “We don’t even know if the guy Finn killed is telling the truth.”

“Keep moving.” He suddenly pulled Murphy by his jacket and Michelle jumped on her feet, grabbed Finn’s arm and vigorously pushed him away so he would let go of Murphy.

“Now you back off.” She gave him a look of contempt, quoting his little crazy moment inn the bunker when he threatened Bellamy with his gun. John glanced at Michelle. She was frowning, infuriated by Finn, the muscles of her face tensed while Bellamy addressed the latter.

"Give them a minute."

“No, we can’t. You hear what that Grounder said: “they’ll outlive their usefulness.”

“I heard what he said when you had a gun to his head.” Bellamy retorted.

“Look, you think I wanted to do that?”

“Given the poker-faced you pulled back there, I'd say you certainly looked like it.” Michelle commented and Finn turned to her, but she just held his gaze, crossing her arms. She didn’t care much about the fact that he killed the Grounder in itself, it was more the way he did it that was so problematic to her, and Bellamy. Killing wasn’t supposed to be something easy to do, and that’s precisely what it looked like for Finn. She didn’t want him near Clarke again after all the tantrums he had thrown just today. Something was wrong with this guy suddenly.

“He would’ve told his people we’re coming and by the time we got there, our people would be dead.” How emotional he was being about it was understandable, but he acted as if he was completely innocent and pure hearted and had never done anything wrong in his life. He acted like he was the victim in this situation.

“What the fuck’s gotten into you, Finn?” She pursed her lips and groaned, shaking her head.

“Maybe that’s something you can live with, but I can’t.” He stepped towards her, raising the tone of his voice gradually and when he suddenly shouted the end of his sentence, he pushed her and Murphy caught her by the shoulders before she actually fell. She gritted her teeth and took a step forward.

“You think I could live with letting my sister die? Just fuc—”

“Enough.” Bellamy rose his voice, putting an end to this heated argument that would have escalated pretty quickly if no one had stopped it. Michelle was thoughtfull and smart but when it came to defending her loved ones, she could get carried away but unlike Finn, it wasn’t insanity, it was genuine anger and frustration and right now, he was the source of that anger. “Finn, I know you did what you think you had to do. But you are not yourself right now and I can’t be out here with another loose cannon…”

“Guys.” Monroe spoke up, holding up her gun a few feet ahead on the path. Bellamy turned around as they all looked at to what she was showing. There were bodies along the way with insects buzzing over them.

“Fall in.” They obeyed to Bellamy and walked behind him in silence. Michelle was quick to put the fight and the heat of the moment behind her as she looked at all the rotting corpses they walked by, frowning in horror.

“Where the hell did, they come from?” Murphy wondered.

“From the Ark.”

“Another station crashed.” Michelle added to Bellamy’s reply. They walked further down the path in heavy silence, looking at the bodies lying on the ground here and there until they reached a cliff, and right there below them was the destroyed station.

“That’s a rough landing.” Murphy observed and all six of them just stood there, looking down.

“There’s nothing we can do for this people.” Bellamy eventually stated when Finn stepped away. “We gotta go.” But as they started to walk away, they heard something nearby and just glanced at each other in confusion.

“Did you hear that?” Murphy inquired, quickly walking back to the edge of the cliff.

“Hey. Hey, someone’s down there.” Monroe pointed.

“Hey! Up here.” Bellamy called to the survivor.

“Please help me!”

“Mel?” Sterling recognized the woman down there.

“Help me!” She begged.

“You know her?”

“Shut up, Murphy. She’s my friend. We have to do something.”

“And what would you have us do, huh? Do we even have a rope or something?” Michelle asked. If they could help her, she would agree to try but if they had nothing, they could use to pull her up the cliff, there would be nothing they could do. Even helping her with a rope and all of their strength together, it would put them all at risk of falling down. Sterling clicked his tongue and walked away, kneeled and searched his backpack as his friend kept begging for help and Finn walked closer to Bellamy.

“We can’t stop.” He shook his head.

“This isn’t a Grounder, Finn. We have a rope.”

“You saw her. She’d never be able to hold on to it.” He argued through his gritted teeth. “We have to lower somebody down. It’ll take time that we don’t have. I hate this as much as you, but our friends—”

“I know. Okay? I know.” Bellamy cut him off. Sterling had taken the rope from the bag and walked back to the edge of the cliff.

“We’ll come back for her. Okay?” It took a second for Bellamy to think and he nodded, agreeing reluctantly.

“We’re moving out.” He turned to the others, and he saw Sterling already starting to climb down the cliff.

“Yeah, well, it looks like we’re taking that break after all, huh?” Murphy remarked, watching Sterling before glancing at Bellamy. Michelle hoped for their peer to manage to get his friend up there with them and rescue her, but it was quite unlikely that he would succeed so after a second, she followed Murphy as he took a few steps away and rested against a fallen tree trunk. She sat crossed-legs and brought her hair together in her hands into a low ponytail because she was getting sick of the rebellious locks that got in her face and bothered her and she slumped against the tree trunk, her neck resting on it, and looked up at the clear sky with a sigh. Now that they finally had a real moment of peace, the only thing she could think of was her brief exchange with Abby before they went out in the woods. She hated that Kane was so much on her mind, but discovering her father -someone she had always dreamed to meet as a child- was a man she despised was quite the news and it was something that upset her immensely and she frowned just thinking about it. She had very much mixed feeling about it and was confused and lost, having no idea what to do or think about it. She didn’t like to have her thoughts focused on this when this was the only break they would have for whatever how long it would take them to find Clarke and the rest of their missing friends.

“What are you thinking about?” She snapped out of her thoughts and glanced at John before straightening her head up, rubbing her neck for an instant, just shrugging. She didn’t know what to say because she still had to figure out if she wanted to tell anyone about what Abby told her. It still didn’t even feel real to her yet.

“Uhm, nothing.”

“Right.” He nodded, definitely not buying it. He could easily tell something was wrong right now. She sighed and leaned on her knees and started drawing random shapes in the dust with the tip of her finger.

“I, uh…” She bit her lips, frowning some more before relaxing her face with Murphy not taking his eyes off of her, genuinely wondering what was going on with her. “You know when Abby stitched my wound? She talked to me about, who… who my dad was. I don’t remember if I’ve ever told you that I never knew who my dad was growing up but whatever, kinda irrelevant uhm…”

She took a second to think how to say this when they heard the girl down the cliff scream and they jumped on their feet and rushed to the others lined up near the edge. Michelle looked down as she dusted the back of her pants. There was a part of her that was kind of relieved that she didn’t say it, as if she didn’t want to tell anyone else otherwise the fact that Kane was her father would get more real or something, she wasn’t sure but at the moment she pushed these thoughts away and focused on the life-or-death situation right under her eyes. Sterling stretched out his arms to his friend when suddenly, the rope came loose from the tree trunk around which he had tied it and he fell to his death. Michelle stumbled as the rope passed furiously through their legs and Murphy grabbed her arms when her feet brushed the far edge of the cliff. Eyes wide, she stepped away, in shock of what just happened, and what almost happened to her. She was panting and she shivered when she saw their friend hit the rock below with his back.

“I got you. I got you.” Murphy mumbled. He held her arms with one hand and took her hand with the other, holding onto her firmly. She brought her free hand to her mouth as they stared down the cliff. She was still shaking a little so she held Murphy’s hand like crazy, trying to calm down and she swallowed harshly, taking deep breath after deep breath.

“Mel! Mel, hold on.” Bellamy crouched down and talked to the girl, trying to reassure her as she sobbed below. “Focus on me. You can do this.”

“No!” She cried out.

“Yes, you can. You’re strong.”

“I’m not strong.” Her voice was shaken with tears and fear. “Stubborn, maybe.”

“So be stubborn a little longer. Yeah. I’m not gonna let you die. You hear me?” He stood up and Finn faced him.

“We’re out of rope.”

“So we make a new one.”

“If anything happens to our friends—”

“I don’t know if we can save our friends!” Bellamy just snapped and yelled at Finn, cutting him off. “For all we know, they may be dead already. We’ve all thought it. But what we do know is we can save this one girl.”

“Sterling was one of us.” Monroe spoke up. “She was his friend. I’m in.”

“Oh my god.” Michelle swallowed again, closing her eyes for a couple seconds and breathing out. She obviously didn’t want to die if this rescue mission failed, but there was something deeper to her fear than just that, and she hated that she was scared to die because of Kane. She turned her head when she heard Murphy’s voice.

“How do we do it?”

“We make a new rope from the wreckage. Go find wires, seat belts, anything.” Murphy nodded and as he dragged Michelle along with him, he motioned for Monroe to come too, and they jogged away. Michelle was definitely going to help because she had no desire to see another one of them fall and die, except maybe Finn that is but in any case, she was going to work even harder to help find materials for their makeshift rope since she would not be able to help hold it. The stitches of the wound across the palm of her hand were too fresh for her to apply such pressure onto it and if she did, it would definitely open again and this time, the blood loss that it would provoke would maybe be too much for them to have time to bring her back to camp to get taken care of. This also meant immense loss of time if something happened, so it was better for this whole thing if she participated in another way and then stood by and hoped for the best.

It took them some time to put it all together but here they were, Murphy, Finn and Monroe holding the rope with all their strength once they had tied it tightly around the tree trunk. Bellamy was ready to go down as he walked backwards towards the edge and therefore the void. Michelle was anxious, watching his every step. She started to get even more nervous and worried when she saw the three holding the rope slid closer to the edge as they brought Bellamy lower so he could reach the girl below. Murphy was first in line, right to the edge and she just couldn’t take any chances. She took off her jacket and wrapped it around her wounded hand and went behind Monroe and took her place in the line. She widened her mouth, containing a moan of pain as she felt tension in her hand and she just groaned and gritted her teeth, trying to concentrate on something else than the pain.

“Michelle—”

“I got her! Pull us up!” Murphy’s call out to Michelle was cut off by Bellamy. Slowly, they took one step back at a time, pulling the rope up to bring Bellamy and the girl there with them, safe and sound. All four of them put every ounce of strength they had into pulling them up.

“John!” Michelle cried out when suddenly, the seat belts they had fastened together gave way and Murphy found himself with his arms outstretched on either side, holding, almost on his own, onto the rope that kept Bellamy and Mel from falling over the edge, with the support of the three others behind him.

“Come on, a little help!” He grunted as Finn rushed to hold onto the rope to support Murphy and Michelle just fell down from the sudden release after she had been putting in so much effort. She didn’t even think of looking at her hands to see if she damaged anything again because she couldn’t take her eyes off the two boys, their arms strained holding the last rope holding the two down below as they struggled at the edge of the cliff. Monroe joined them up and Michelle was left just hoping; She wouldn’t be much help if she came anyway.

“What the hell is happening up there?” Bellamy inquired.

“Just hold on.” Finn retorted. Something whissed passed Michelle’s ear and she widened her eyes, panting when an arrow crashes into the ground right next to her leg.

“Grounders!” She yelled, warning the others as a dozen more arrows flew around them.

“Michelle, cover us.” Finn handed a gun to Monroe who held it out to Michelle and putting one knee down, she got rid of her jacket around her hand and aimed around, searching for any Grounder she could shoot at.

“How many are there?”

“We can’t see them.” Finn told Bellamy. “In the trees! In the trees! Aim for the trees!”

“That’s what I’m fuckin’ doing, all right!” Michelle shouted and she glanced behind her when a spear came right by her side and got stuck in the ground, not hitting anyone by chance. She got her shit together and managed to put down a few Grounders she saw through the bushes, but she collapsed to the side when an arrow went right into her thigh, letting out a sharp yelp. She sat on her side, puffing and blowing, trying to hold on and she shot again at the trees around them until Monroe kneeled next to her.

“Let me take over.” Michelle reluctantly gave her the gun and grabbing her jacket with one hand, she crawled to the backpack Sterling left to the side. She got closer to the bag but each time she moved, dragging her legs along with her while her thigh was literally bleeding out, she couldn’t help but verbalize the utter pain she was in as with every moves she made, she felt the arrow twitch in her flesh, her cries merging into exhausted groans. Her arms eventually gave in and she slumped to the ground in a whine, wincing in pain as a horn blew through the forest. Trying to catch her breath and put up with the pain, she leaned on her bare elbow and just looked at the forest in confusion. Then it hit her. It was the exact sound they heard before the acid fog came. She tried to straighten up, put her jacket on and frantically searched the bag for something to help with the bleeding, which was surely going to get worse as time went on.

“Monroe, back on the rope! Come on!” The girl let go of the gun and rushed back to Murphy and Finn and pulled as strongly as she could. As there was nothing in the bag, Michelle exhaled and took a deep breath, placing both her hands on the arrow shaft and forced on it to break it as close to the skin as she could. She didn’t know what good it would do but she figured that without a whole shaft sitcking out her leg, movements would be easier. She then pressed her palms around the entering wound and tried to focus as she was obviously in pain but overall, she figured she was fine and once again, lucky it didn’t hit anything vital, but it still hurt like hell. Michelle frowned and closed her eyes, panting and shaking her head as she started to feel a little dizzy and when she opened her eyes again, Murphy was crouched near her.

“Octavia.” Michelle glanced at Bellamy when she heard him pronounce the name of his younger sister and she thought it was weird until she saw the girl standing nearby. They approached each other and hugged tightly, happy to be reunited.

Michelle clenched her jaw, pursuing her lips as Octavia pressed the wound with a scrap of tissue to clean the blood around the wound and stop any more to come out. The head of the arrow was still in but there wasn’t much they could do without someone like Abby, or even Clarke. Octavia then tied the tissue around Michelle’s leg, tightly and the latter gave her a smile, quite grateful for her help.

“Thank you. With all these wounds I get, I’m gonna end up with quite a lot of scars.”

“Yeah.” Octavia gave her a friendly smile and chuckled, nodding.

“We’re lucky you came when you did. Honestly.”

“I was going back to camp when I heard shots.” She explained.

“Nice foghorn. What happened to your boyfriend?” Murphy who was walking around, watching Octavia tend to Michelle, bent over to take a look at the horn hanging from her bag and Bellamy’s sister clapped his hand so he would let go of her stuff.

“He’s gone.”

“Right.” Michelle looked at Murphy stepping away when Bellamy went to crouch behind Octavia. The young woman looked away, crossing Murphy’s gaze as she tried not to listen to Bellamy and Octavia’s exchange even though she couldn’t really help it since she was just right there.

“Hey. I’m sorry, O.” His sister simply nodded in silence before standing up.

“The Grounders will be back, so we need to go. Now.”

“Yes, we do.” Finn agreed, crouched near the map. Murphy walked to Michelle as she looked at Bellamy, Octavia and Finn.

“Octavia says the arrow might be poisoned. I have to take them home.”

“I know.” Finn sighed and handed a piece of paper to Bellamy.

“I’ll meet you as soon as I can.” Bellamy promised and the crazy spacewalker nodded. Murphy helped Michelle up and she took support on his shoulder until they reached Bellamy and Octavia.

“Parting. Such sweet sorrow, right?” Michelle took her arm off him and stood on her own as he walked away, following Finn.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Bellamy inquired. Murphy just stopped in his tracks and turned to the young man.

“Come on. Bellamy, you know if I go with you, they’ll just lock me up again.” Michelle was pleasantly surprised to see Bellamy throw a gun at Murphy instead of insisting on arguing about this, as they did a few times in the past.

“Really?” Octavia voiced her confusion. Michelle and Murphy exchanged a gaze as he loaded the gun.

“Watch his back.” Bellamy requested and John nodded in response before running after Finn to catch up with him before he went too far away. Blake then turned to his sister, under her scrutanizing look. “I can’t get them home without you.”

“Of course, you can’t.”

“Let’s go.” Michelle followed Octavia and Bellamy limping as they brought Monroe, who had been slightly injured in the attack and the girl they rescued.

[To be continued…]

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I would have died (I would have loved you all my life)

Link: [AO3] By: simply_aly / @fuckyeahbellarke

Many years go by, and when Clarke is alone, she reflects on how things could have gone at various points in her youth.

Many years pass, and Clarke Griffin mourns each of her friends’ passing with a deep sorrow she cannot seem to articulate with the others. She feels a sense of burden for how everything has played out, and it weighs heavily on her shoulders, even after all of this time. Even heavier than it used to, before they left Earth the first time so long ago.

There is a bitter irony in her being the last surviving human on Earth for the final time, she thinks one night. She closes her eyes to sleep as she listens to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore, and she dreams of lost futures of times long past.

Stolen memories and dreams that never came to fruition.

-x-

There is a sense of calmness that courses through Clarke’s body as she leans back against the large tree’s rough bark. She closes her eyes and breathes in deeply. For the first time in longer than she can remember, she almost feels at peace.

Bellamy’s steady presence next to her keeps her grounded in the moment, and she feels herself relax by his side. She shifts ever so slightly and rests her head against his shoulder, and after some time, his head tilts down and rests on top of hers.

They remain in companionable silence for so long the sun begins to rise.

More times than she can count, she resists the urge to just ask him to leave with her. Run away and leave it all behind. Each time, she remembers how much the others need them both, and she cannot find it in her to be that selfish.

But she wants to be.

-x-

Clarke wanted to walk away after what she did in Mt. Weather, but seeing her people suffering, and having Bellamy by her side makes her hesitate just long enough to think about it.

I bear it so they don’t have to.

She thinks about what Dante told her that night, and she wants to believe it, but she can see in the eyes of her people—Jasper, and Bellamy, and Monty most especially—that they also bear the burden already. Leaving wouldn’t change that. So she stays, and she tries to heal with all of them.

“Do you think we deserve happiness after what we did?” she whispers brokenly one night as she lays beside Bellamy. She spends most nights in his room, because being alone brings back the memories more acutely. At least beside him, she feels stronger when she faces them.

He has an arm around her waist and his chin rests on top of her head. She feels comfort in the feel of his breathing moving the hair on top of her head and his chest pushing against her back.

“I have to believe it’s possible,” he says softly, and she loves the rumble of his chest as he speaks. “I have to believe that we are better than the worst decisions we make.”

-x-

Roan had walked out of the long abandoned subway station some time ago, leaving Clarke tied to one of the pillars. She tried to escape for awhile, but fount she couldn’t, so she had chosen to stay still. Conserve her strength to fight him off later.

She heard the rustle of leaves and the crackle of feet against rocks, and found herself tensing, readying herself for what would come next, but instead of Roan standing in front of her, Clarke tilts her head up and finds Bellamy crouched down next to her.

“Bellamy,” she murmurs through the gag.

“I’ll get you out of here,” he says and he pulls down the gag. “I’ll take you home.”

“Hurry,” she says now that she can talk. She doesn’t know how long they have until Roan comes back. He makes quick work of her binds and helps her stand, and the two of them exit the underground station, keeping low to the ground and out of sight as they make their way back toward Monty, Kane, and Pike.

Clarke is hesitant to go back, but she does miss them—miss Bellamy—and it seems that it is time. With Bellamy by her side, she thinks she can finally begin to face down her demons.

-x-

They wait until the last possible second, and Clarke races back to Becca’s lab as quick as she can, and she makes it just in time. Bellamy’s relieved sigh as he runs to her and helps get her into the small ship centers her. She can barely breathe and can hardly focus as Bellamy helps her sit and buckles her in beside Harper.

“I almost didn’t make it,” she finds herself saying to Bellamy as they wait for Raven to get the doors to the Ark open.

“I’m glad you did,” Bellamy says back, grabbing her hand and giving it a squeeze. She gives him a tremulous smile as they wait with anticipation, the air in their tanks dwindling.

She listens to Murphy and Emori comparing how much air they each have. “At least I won’t have to watch you die,” he says about having less air.

Clarke wonders how much air Bellamy has. Is it less than her thirteen percent? Could she watch him die?

-x-

Monty and Harper wake Clarke and Bellamy first. They have a young child with them, he looks to be about seven years old, if Clarke was to guess. Bellamy and Clarke give their friends—who are now a full decade older than they were when they last saw them—long hugs that result in happy tears, and they introduce their son, Jordan, who seems in awe of them. Clarke’s heart twinges at the mention of their lost friend, but she thinks the name fits the young boy well, she can see the playful mischievousness in him already.

“Do we get to go back home?” Bellamy asks hopefully as they move their reunion to the bridge after some time.

“We’ve been tracking the progress of things from up here as best we can, and it took nearly four years before we saw any green at all. Once it started, though, it really took off,” Monty says with a wide grin, causing hope to bloom in Clarke’s chest.

Harper allows young Jordan to be the one to push the button that opens the windows of the ship, and Bellamy and Clarke stand next to each other, holding each other close as they look out to Earth, green and thriving below them.

“We can go home,” Clarke whispers, tears in her eyes.

-x-

Her heart pounds loudly in her chest, and the beeping on the monitor runs wild. Clarke launches herself into Bellamy’s embrace. Relief like she has never known passes through her whole body as his strong arms hold tight around her. She has never been more thankful to be alive—to be real—than in this moment.

“The head and the heart,” she whispers against his neck, and she feels him nod in response. She breathes deeply as she trembles, and she finds comfort in the fact that somehow, despite more than one hundred years and multiple planets, he still somehow smells like home to her.

Clarke does not know how to let him go, to detangle herself from him. She does not know how to articulate to him that his voice—his heart—brought her back to life.

She does not know how to tell him that he holds her heart.

-x-

Echo goes with Octavia and Gabriel to check on the anomaly, but Bellamy had decided to stay back with Clarke and the rest of them to help with the transition of the Sanctum citizens after everything that happened. Clarke is privately thankful to have his help, because his natural authority seems to go a long way in keeping order and restoring peace.

There is something so right about sitting next to him on a blanket outside of a beautiful house with their friends as they all decompress. They all try to keep the mood light, and for the most part, they succeed, but it’s difficult.

Clarke catches Bellamy’s eyes drift in the direction of Gabriel’s camp. She grabs hold of his hand and squeezes, offering him a smile.

“I know it hasn’t been that long,” he says, his voice gravely and hoarse from the night of fighting. “I just feel like something isn’t right.”

“If they’re not back by tomorrow, we’ll go after them,” Clarke assures him. “Together.”

-x-

She wakes in the night and knows something is wrong. It’s her time. There is no one to inform, or ask for help. She’s been alone for longer now than she had been with Madi in Shallow Valley many years before. She isn’t sad to be leaving this place she and her small group of friends finally made their home.

She is ready to move on. To be with him again.

As Clarke takes her last few breaths, she finds herself hoping that wherever human souls go, Bellamy’s soul is there to greet her when she arrives.

She closes her eyes one last time, a smile on her face.

”It’s about damn time, Princess,” she swears she hears him calling to her in the distance as her soul leaves her body.

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onlybeeewrites · 2 years

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margoshansons · 4 years

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Desperate Measures: 19/?

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Summary: Bellamy, Y/N, and Octavia search for a lost friend. We finally learn what happened between her and Wick.

Warnings: Guns, canon-typical violence, cannibalism, swearing

Notes: Y’all we’re entering my favorite arc of this story, and I love how cute Y/N and Bell are. Based on 2x06 “Fog of War”

***

When she woke it wasn’t because of screams or nightmares or her name being called. Instead it was because a kiss was pressed into her hair, a finger drawing circles on her bare thighs, a shiver sent through her body.

When she woke it was because of Bellamy Blake.

“Hey,” He whispered, she turned around, a smile drawing itself on her face at the sight of his own smile.

“Hi,” She whispered back, arm stretching behind her. Somehow during the night their legs had become entangled, Bellamy’s arm draped around her waist. Her hand lazily stroked the curved figure of his jaw, and she knew that this was a sight she wanted to wake up to for a long time.

Sunlight streamed through the room, the muffled sounds of Ark citizens calling them forward, and she moved to get up from the bed, Bellamy’s hand pressing her back into his bare torso.

“Stay” He whined, sounding like a child who’s favorite toy was being taken away, “You make the world less scary.”

The admission caught her off guard, but it was enough to keep her in his bed a little while longer. “I have work to do.” She protested weakly, not really wanting to work on the radio. “Sinclair wants me to--”

“You can do that later.” Bellamy continued, and Y/N wondered if he knew that this wasn’t something she usually did.

She was lonely. He was around.

Her stomach protested at the thought process, something deep inside her telling her otherwise. She wanted this. She wanted what Bellamy was already offering.

Without thinking too hard she pressed her lips against his, elbows perching her upward, elation exploding as he began to kiss back.

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her forward, sitting upright while her legs straddled his hips.

It was everything and nothing all at once. The two mixing air as she began to push back, bodies moving in sync, precious minutes counting down to when she was supposed to report to her job, but she couldn't find it in her to care. Instead all she cared about was Bellamy's hands on her waist, the rush of endorphins being released just from touching him. All she cared about was running her fingers through the curls on the nape of his neck, the softness of their lips stealing all warmth from each other as they pulled away.

“You have no idea…” Bellamy began, twisting her hair around his fingers, “How long I’ve wanted to do that.”

She smiled as he moved in again, heart threatening to break free from her ribs as it pumped every happy chemical into her brain, a culmination of all her deepest fantasies happening behind the secure walls of his tent.

He was right.

Work could wait.

***

1 year ago: Mecha Station

She pushed herself off the bed, her bare frame snuggling into the shirt that had been thrown on the floor late last night. Her legs erupted into goosebumps as the cold air whipped through the apartment. She dragged her fingers over the metal table, grabbing an orange before turning back to face the bed, his sleeping figure now awake, eyes trained on the shirt that fit her like a dress.

“You know you can’t keep on stealing my clothing right?” Kyle smirked, gesturing to his bare torso. Y/N joined him back on the bed, pressing her lips to his, a smile erupting between them.

“It just looks so much better on me” She teased, peeling the orange so they had something to eat for breakfast before their first shift. The two shared the juicy fruit, wondering if this is what all food tasted like down on Earth.

Earth.

Where they were supposed to go in three hundred years.

The place they would never see.

“You know, as cute as you look when you’re thinking,” Kyle interjected her thoughts, “It does make me a little nervous.”

Y/N gave him a small smile before pressing forward, “I was just thinking about Earth, upset we won’t get to see it.”

His hand scratched her bare arm, moving up and down in a reassuring gesture. “You will, one day.”

She scoffed, leaning into his chest, Kyle’s lips kissing the inside of her neck, sweeping her hair away from her shoulder. “Do I ever tell you how much I appreciate you?” She asked, craning her neck to meet his copper eyes.

Kyle broke into a playful smile, “Only every day.”

She shoved his shoulder playfully before standing back up and pulling on her pants, “God, as if you need a bigger ego boost.” She threw his shirt back in his face before pulling on her own, a smirk written across both of their faces, laughter exploding as Kyle moved to put his pants on.

“Makes me even gladder that Sinclair asked for me instead of you for a special assignment today.” Y/N shoved in his face, tossing her hair behind her, fingering the small bracelet he had given her so long ago.

Wick moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her closer, the two embracing as he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“Tell Sinclair and Griffin to give me the good jobs next time.” He whined, tilting his head down to meet her gaze.

She strained her neck upward, still upset about their height difference. Instead she simply shrugged before standing on her tip-toes, her lips gracing his once more. He accompanied her to the door, the two sharing one last chaste kiss before they left.

“Say hi to Raven for me,” Y/N asked, an adoring smile on her face.

“Will do” Kyle announced, leaning against the doorway. “Anything else?”

She pulled him in for a kiss on the cheek, “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

***

“Franco!” Sinclair called after the newly awake girl, distracting her from continuing her work on the fence, “I need you, Reyes, and Wick to try and contact the other stations,” He requested.

She nodded, gathering what tools and prints she could before heading to what remained of Mecha from the wreck.

She tried to push the awful memories in this room from her brain as she met with two of her favorite people.

“Hey Sparky’s finally joining us!” Wick called, his voice high on helium, eliciting a giggle from the engineer.

Raven moved in, ready for a hug, “I’m so glad you got assigned to this.” She was already walking better, the medical brace helping to stabilize her. But it wasn’t without flaws.

Everything was fixable.

“You know I could make a better brace than that right?” She brought up, crossing her arms.

Wick’s voice had finally got back to normal, “That’s what I said.”

Raven rolled her eyes, “Your brace sucks” She threw at Wick before turning back to Y/N, “and no offense, but you guys have terrible follow through.”

She drew herself back in mock hurt, “What? We have great follow through.”

“Mmhmm” Wick replied, “Just ask Monty Green.”

The air suddenly turned somber as the reality of the situation hit them once again. They couldn’t ask Monty Green because he was trapped with the rest of their friends.

“I-um, I’m gonna take a look at the radio.” Raven announced, leaving the two alone in the room together. Y/N placed her fingers on the edge of the engineering table, recalling their moments alone before she was sent to Earth. Before she was arrested.

“So how are things with Tall, Dark, and Mysterious?” Wick asked, drawing several ideas on the board behind him.

Y/N creased her eyebrows, a chuckle escaping her as realization hit her. “You mean Bellamy?” She asked.

“Oh, so we’re doing first names now?” Wick smirked, a teasing tone lacing his voice. “You’re practically married.”

“Shut up.” She shot back playfully, recalling the events of this morning. “Things are good, really good, actually.”

Wick laughed mirthlessly, turning his attention away from Y/N toward the marker in his hands, the wrench on the table, anything except the woman in front of him. “Looks like you didn’t need my help after all.”

“Kyle,” Y/N spoke softly, brushing her fingers across the back of his hand, hoping he would forgive her bringing up their painful memories, “I need you to know why I broke up with you.”

“You pushed me away remember?” Wick brought up, knowing it was a cheap shot. But when he saw the glow surrounding her, the softness she held, it was hard to think of any other reason.

“I needed you safe.” Y/N urged, “You would’ve been floated, and I---I couldn’t risk that.”

His eyes met her own, the two softening in each other’s presence.

“The last time we were in this room you told me you didn’t need me anymore.” Wick recalled, turning his gaze toward the now open door, eyes latching onto the busy frame of Raven Reyes hard at work, his mind recreating his and Y/N’s last moments together.

“Because I wanted you safe, not because I stopped loving you.” Y/N whispered, the words seeming more and more like a betrayal. The admission catching the engineer off guard, turning to meet her gaze once more before throwing the marker down on the table.

“He’s good for you Y/N,” Kyle responded, hand brushing against her collarbone, the familiar touch threatening the beautiful fantasy that she had created. Her hand grasped his wrist, the silver metal encircling her own gleaming in the sunlight. “You shouldn’t let me stand in your way.”

He pulled away, leaving Y/N alone by the table, moving to help Raven with the radio.

***

“You wanted to see me sir?” Y/N asked, the airlock doors opening to reveal the imposing figures of Jake Griffin and Jacobo Sinclair standing in the main engineering hall in Mecha, fearful looks on each of their faces.

“Yes,” Griffin stated, pulling up several blueprints of the scrubber system and oxygenators. “We’re experiencing unusual occurrences in this part of the Ark” He pointed toward Factory Station, “We need to make sure it’s something we can fix.”

Y/N nodded, knitting her eyebrows in confusion, “All due respect sir, why do you need me?”

Jake and Sinclair shared an unreadable look as they dropped the bomb. “Because we can’t trust anyone else.”

***

“Clarke!” Y/N called, Raven trailing after her. “We know why we haven’t heard from any of the other Ark stations.”

The two women sat down across the blonde, sharing a look between each other as they decided to share their discovery. “Mount weather is blocking us.” Clarke linked eyes with Y/N before replying. “Show me.”

The two women led her to engineering, surrounding the radio they had been working on all day.

“I tweaked the resonator and got this,” Raven explained, a jagged static coming across the radio, “It’s the same sound we heard on the black box of the Exodus ship.”

“The same sound Monty heard before Mount Weather took him.” Y/N added, regret flashing through her at the memory. She should’ve done more. Should’ve gone after him.

“It’s also the reason our range on our walkies sucks” Raven brought up, leaning against the table, “Long range is totally screwed.”

Clarke furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, “Mount Weather crashed the Exodus ship?” Y/N nodded warily, unease spreading through her at the thought of their enemy able to have such powerful technology.

“We can’t get around the signal,” Y/N answered, knowing that would be Clarke’s next question, “But if you get us to the tower,” She shared a smirk with Raven. “We can make it go boom.”

***

Factory Station was way too crowded Y/N decided, trying to find the exact area Jake had pointed out to her. She didn’t know why they were so worried.

The Ark had survived worse oxygen limits than this.

When she was sure no one else was around, she propped open the panel, remembering Miller’s lessons before he had been assigned to Aero Station for his cadet training. God how she missed him.

She began to examine the recycled water tubes next to the oxygenator. Nothing seemed to be off with the hydrogenator either, until she opened another panel.

A series of chemicals laid against the clear tube of water, small drips creating rust on the old Space station.

Ammonia was among the chemicals, from sweat she supposed, but the others, they were turning the water yellow. Just in this sector, they could contain it for so long, but if people continued urinating and breathing then they were screwed.

And people have to urinate and breath so...they were screwed.

Acetone, methyl alcohol, carbon monoxide.

These were not chemicals they could just vent anymore. Especially because the C02 scrubbers were already starting to fail all over the place.

She searched anxiously for a guard, when she couldn’t find one she reached for her radio.

“Engineering come in, Engineering do you copy?” “Franco, what the hell are you doing?” Sinclair’s voice came over the radio, “We said no communication until the problem had been fixed.”

Y/N tried to force the nerves in her throat down, “We have a bigger problem on our hands,” She gulped, “We need to seal off Factory Station.”

“Are you sure?” Jake Griffin’s voice came in next.

“Yes.”

Silence met her on the other end, and she worried that she had done something wrong.

Jake returned, “Come back to Mecha, we need to talk about this.”

“Yes sir” Y/N replied before stuffing the radio back on her belt, shoving the panels back into place. Footsteps were heard along the steel floor and she grasped what she could before shoving the first panel back into place, unable to commit to the second one.

Thankfully it was the one without contamination.

“What are you doing?” A gruff voice asked, causing her to turn around. She met the dark eyes of a man in a guard’s uniform, his arms crossed, dark hair slicked back in the familiar style of most guards.

“I was, uh, doing some repairs.” Y/N spoke, knowing it was half-true. His eyes narrowed at the engineering bag beside her, her apprentice pin telling him otherwise.

“There wasn’t any maintenance scheduled for today.” He spoke instead, eyeing her as he moved forward. “And I didn’t think apprentices worked on scrubbers.” She shuffled behind her, not liking his nosy attitude. Just because she was seventeen didn’t mean she wasn’t granted the same opportunities as someone else.

“I guess they needed someone expendable.” She spoke, not backing down from his interrogating stare.

Silence stood between the guard and the engineer, neither one making a singular move until footsteps were heard coming from the direction of Alpha.

“Y/N” The strict voice caused her to whip around, heart racing as Marcus appeared from the shadows. “There you are, I’ve been looking for you everywhere” He turned toward the guard, a grateful tone in his voice as he remained expressionless. “Thank you for finding her Cadet Blake.”

She resisted the urge to spit out her irritation at the boy before her. He was a cadet and he was getting on her case about doing things outside his rank? What a fucking hypocrite.

“Clean this up.” Marcus ordered, gesturing toward the open panel before nodding back in the direction of Alpha. Y/N didn’t need words to know that was an order. She shot a dirty look at Cadet Blake before following Marcus, the state of the Ark still on her mind.

***

“According to Clarke, before the bombs there were buildings everywhere here.” Bellamy informed the two of them, searching desperately for a way into Mount Weather. Octavia stood by her side, eyes peeled for Lincoln.

“Maybe some of them were Bunkers,” Y/N offered, trying to find a way to help. “Maybe that’s our way in.”

Bellamy nodded, falling into step with her, “Exactly, ruins, anything man-made. That’s our way in.”

Octavia nodded, drawing her sword as the trio marched forward, eyes searching every corner of the forest for their answer.

His arm snaked around Y/N’s waist as he pulled her in for a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Not that I’m opposed,” She started, a fuzziness bursting in her chest, “But what was that for?”

Bellamy smiled, letting go, “You could’ve stayed with Raven to help out with the radio, instead you came with us. It’s a thank you.”

Y/N smiled back at him, a playful tone in her voice. “Well someone’s gotta keep an eye on you.”

The couple chuckled, embracing their newfound relationship under the clear sky, Octavia sending teasing looks back at them, sadness lingering behind her eyes.

They would find Lincoln.

Y/N would make sure of it.

“Blake! Franco!” Sgt. Scott called, the clicking of the gun stopping the trio in their tracks. So much for a stealth mission. “Let’s go right now.”

“In case you forgot” Bellamy responded turning around, “We’re not under your command.”

Y/N was ready to pull out her pistol, to shoot them in the leg and return for them later, but something brushed against her boot drawing her attention to the ground beneath them.

Thousands of bugs were crawling underneath them, as if they were running away from something far more sinister.

“Bell…” Y/N spoke up, catching his attention. Bellamy tilted his head until he followed her gaze, the bugs sparking the lightbulb in his head.

“We need to go.” Bellamy announced, grasping Y/N and Octavia, stopped only by the clicking from Sgt. Scott. “Now.”

“What are they doing?” The guard asked incredulously.

“Running.” Y/N spoke reverently, fear leaking through her voice as she looked up, a familiar fog drifting toward them. “Acid fog, we need to take cover.”

The guards shoved their bags off their shoulders grasping for the acid proof tents until Octavia’s voice rang out, “Guys over here!”

When they pushed away the vines, she sighed in relief.

A door.

Bellamy and Y/N rushed toward Octavia, grasping ahold of the door and pulling, a crack heard as it swung open.

“Everyone inside now!” Y/N urged, holding the door open for the three guards to follow. Scott and his other buddy followed immediately, but the third was fiddling with his pack still. She shoved the guilt down and shut the door behind her, his screams joining Sterlings’ in the bloody symphony inside her head.

Bellamy pulled her close, whispering in her hair. “It had to be done. You don’t have to bear it alone.”

She nodded, pulling herself together as she stared at the building they had locked themselves in. A flashlight illuminated the dark space and she reached for the pistol inside her waistband. She clicked the safety off, ready to face what awaited them.

Endless rows of cars spread before them and she refused to think about those who never came back for them.

Bellamy moved forward, stopped by Scott’s hand. “Not so fast,” The Sgt. replied.

“Sir, that fog will keep us pinned down--”

Bellamy was cut off by the sensation of a gun pressed into his hand, locking eyes with the older man.

“Take this, We’ll split up, be back in fifteen,” The Sgt’s gaze turned toward Y/N. “And be safe,”

The three delinquents nodded, watching as the guards moved out.

***

The Ark was dying.

It all made sense. The contamination would only spread and they only had enough back up oxygen tanks to last six months after the contamination reached every station in the Ark.

They had a year to warn everyone.

They had a year to find a solution.

“Hey,” Kyle’s voice reached her ears, distracting her from her current thoughts, “Is everything okay?”

She couldn’t drag him down with her. Not when he was above the age of majority. She turned back to the board behind her, trying to come up with a realistic excuse for what she had been doing. “Yeah,” She lied, refusing to meet his eyes.

“What are all those calculations for?” Wick asked, wrapping his arms around her waist as they moved back and forth.

“My special project.” Y/N announced, pushing herself out of his arms to continue working. She longed to stay in them, to not do what she was planning to do. But it had to be done. She would keep him out of this mess.

Kyle reached up to grab her hand, taking the marker from her. “Hey, don’t shut me out.” He requested, “What’s going on?”

She bit her lip, nerves knotting in her stomach, weighing her down as she stared at his big brown eyes, wanting nothing more than to tell him the truth. To tell him about the project. To tell him that he only had a year and six months to live.

But she couldn’t.

“Y/N,” His voice lowered, softness radiating from him as he took her hand in hers. “What’s wrong?”

She gulped, tears threatening to escape as she came to the realization that there was only one way for him to be safe from the aftermath.

“You” She uttered, pain spreading through her heart, “This, I--I can’t do it anymore.”

Kyle stepped back, confusion written across his features, face falling at the words she had practically spat at him.

“What do you mean?” Kyle asked, searching her face for anything to oppose the message she was sending. “If this is about your dad--”

“No,” She steeled her gaze, meeting his own, wishing she didn’t have to say the words that dripped from her mouth like a deadly poison. “I just, I realized I don’t need you anymore.”

Wick’s jaw clenched at the words, leaning back against the wall as he shrugged, “You don’t need me anymore?” His voice cracked and Y/N felt his hatred for her grow stronger. “We both know what this is about.” She raised her eyes to his, glassy and unmoving, “I don’t care what your dad thinks, we can make this work, I don’t care about losing my job or--or--or being floated,”

“Don’t you dare say that,” She spat, her voice thick with emotion, the dagger digging deeper at the thought of Wick’s body drifting alone in space, frozen like her mother’s. “Don’t you dare say I’m worth all of that.”

“But you are” Kyle moved forward, clasping his hands around her face, thumb drifting across her cheek, “Don’t you see? I love you, and that means we’ll get through this, whatever your dad is planning.”

The voice from her dreams rang in her head, speaking those damaging three words.

“Love is weakness.” She uttered, pushing herself away from him. She turned toward the table, eyes locked onto the blueprints.

“No” Wick refused, moving closer, “No, I refuse to believe that, and I won’t let you believe that either.”

She closed her eyes in anguish, saltwater dripping down her face as she turned toward him.

“Kyle, please don’t do this.”

“Do what?” He asked incredulously, “Why won’t you just tell me what’s going on?” His voice broke, the high octave sending shockwaves through her, threatening to topple her brick wall.

Threatening to expose the biggest secret the Ark had ever seen.

But she couldn’t lose him.

Not after losing everybody else.

“I can’t.” She spoke, voice trembling as she tore her hand out of his, marching out of the room, the pain inside her bursting out of her chest as she leaned against the door of the engineering room, hanging her head as sobs wracked her body.

***

Music wove itself through her ears, the lost holiday song reminding her of better times on the Ark, back before they were fighting a war to save their friends. Y/N brandished her pistol, ready to face whatever awaited them.

“What’s that?” Bellamy whispered, sharing a confused look with Y/N before lifting up his pistol. “Sgt. Scott, are you there?”

Silence greeted his words and Y/N couldn’t help the nerves jumping into her throat as Octavia continued to shine the flashlight on the bloody floor beneath them.

“Bell,” Her voice trembled, Octavia staring in horror at the sight before her, “What’s that?”

“O…” Bellamy pressed against his sister’s shoulder while Y/N continued to cover them.

“What?” Octavia asked, turning away from the horrifying sight to see Bellamy handing over his pistol, his only weapon now in his sister’s hands.

“Take this”

She followed his instructions, listening for more of the screams that had caught them off guard. Y/N froze at the sight before her, the remnants of the Ark guards littered on the floor, limbs torn from them, two reapers feasting on the bloody remains.

Y/N took no time in firing at the first reaper, but when the second one stood up, she held up her hand, urging Bellamy and Octavia to hold their fire. “Don’t shoot,” She begged, “it’s Lincoln.”

Octavia moved forward, ready to save him from whatever had taken him, except she never imagined that he would need saving from himself.

“Lincoln!” Octavia called, drawing the reaper’s attention toward them, “Lincoln it’s me,” She stepped forward, ignoring the warning looks from both Y/N and her brother. “It’s Octavia!”

Lincoln lunged, looking ready to tear apart every single one of them just to get some dinner. Without a second thought, Y/N pressed the trigger, aiming for the leg. Her shot was true and before she knew it, Bellamy had come through to knock him out with the butt of his rifle.

“We need to get somewhere safe.” He urged, the two girls nodding, Octavia’s gaze still lingering on the unconscious body before her.

***

A knock on her door pulled her out of her stupor.

A week.

One full week since she had found out about the Ark.

One full week since she had broken it off with Kyle.

Not even Clarke or Wells would talk to her.

Not that she could blame them, she’d just take the rest of them down with her. Love is weakness she kept reminding herself.

“Y/N?” Marcus’ soft voice rang through the steel door, “Is everything okay?”

She brushed aside her tears, clicking the button near her door to let him in before retreating back to her bed.

“I know what you’re planning to do.” She told him, recalling the plans she had seen on his desk a few days ago. Marking off sector seventeen, calculating the amount of people needed to provide extra air. “I know about the culling Dad.” She spoke plainly, tears drying against her face.

Kane straightened his back, “That was private council information--”

“So is the news the Ark is dying, but I guess you can make exceptions for who gets to know what.” She shot back, malice filling her mouth. “The Chancellor certainly did.”

Kane pressed his nails into his palms, clenching his jaw at the accusation before joining her on the edge of her bed.

“You’re right.” Marcus agreed, “We can make exceptions, but not about this.”

A clank of metal cut through her numbness as the cool handcuff slid over her wrist, chaining her to the bed as he stood up, free of chains.

“Hey, what the hell is this?” She asked, anger burning in her chest as she stared at the man who had taken her in.

Who had raised her.

“Y/N Franco,” Marcus announced somberly, “You are under arrest for treason.”

She shouted at his retreating figure, standing up as the metal cut through her skin, “Please! You can’t do this!” Her voice grew hoarse, tears spilling overboard, burning her face as she struggled against the handcuffs, wrists reddening. “I’m your daughter please!”

The door hissed shut behind him.

***

They leaned against the door of the car, Y/N pressed against Bellamy’s chest, trying not to think about the last time they were in this position, how happy she felt to wake up that morning, and how scared she felt right now.

“What the hell did they do to him?” Octavia asked, horror still glinting in her ears as she stared at Lincoln’s zombie like figure, unable to stomach the thought of the man she loved being turned into that thing.

“Mountain men,” Y/N recalled, “They must be turning them into reapers, using them to kill and capture their bait.” She spat maliciously. Her friends were in there. How many of them would be turned into reapers? Ready to fetch their next blood batch?

“What are we going to do?” Octavia asked, gaze searching the both of them, expecting some great ideas from the both of them.

Bellamy moved forward, grasping Octavia’s hand “We’ll get him back O, I promise.”

Y/N meanwhile was staring at the shock baton attached to Bellamy’s hip, she grasped it, almost feeling the electricity surging through her.

“I have an idea,” She announced.

Intertwining her hand with Bellamy’s she took a deep breath, and just his presence alone was enough to calm the rising nerves in her stomach.

“Sure you’re ready for this?” The question was directed at Octavia, who grit her teeth and grasped the handle of her sword.

“I have to be” She uttered, staring ahead.

The two leaders shared a worrisome look before Y/N spoke up to remind them of their idea. “Okay, you draw him in, we’ll do the rest.” She reminded the Blakes, nodding to Bellamy. They tumbled out of the car, Octavia’s voice echoing through the garage.

“Lincoln!” She called, “Lincoln can you hear me?”

Y/N jumped slightly as she watched Lincoln leap at Octavia, lunging forward in an attempt to pin her against the wall. Nodding at Bellamy the two leaders struck, setting their batons alight, striking Lincoln, causing him to topple over and seize. The grounder collapsed, unconscious. “Now what?” Octavia breathed, the two girls staring at the unmoving body, unsure what to do with it. Thankfully Bellamy did.

“Now we take him home.”

***

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