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Many Happy Returns - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Thirteen

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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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Published (08/05/2022) by Andrea

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imagines-all-day-everyday · 2 years

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Can I just say I love your bellamy x reader kane series! I am a little nervous because praimfaya is soon-ish and most of the fanfics I've read so far have y/n staying on earth(not complaining tho because I love me some angst that makes me sob 😎)and/or bellamy with echo but I'm excited to see how you write it and no matter what, I'm gonna love it! 🥰

thank you so much!!! you guys will just have to wait and see hehehe ;)

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allthings-fantasy · 6 years

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The Way Things Were (Part 4)

Author: @allthings-fantasy

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Word Count: 3631

Authors Notes: Heyo! Back in action. Enjoy reading!

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As the days passed, the communication between the Ark and the ground grew stronger. Raven was able to set up a video call. Kids were finally able to talk to their parents again, but not you. You couldn’t face your father after leaving him like you did, seeing his face would only amplify your guilt.

The air was growing colder each day, frost was starting to form on the grass in the mornings. Winter was coming and supplies were running low. You spent most the morning helping Jasper divide nuts and roots into rations packs. Keeping busy kept your mind off of things, Bellamy specifically. The two of you didn’t speak much, little conversations here and there, a spare touch once in a while, but nothing more.

You watched as Clarke strutted across the camp, a backpack slung across her shoulder, Bellamy hot on her tail. Curiosity got the better of you, your gaze cautiously focusing on the two of them deep in a conversation. Bellamy was stuffing his own pack full of rations, it was enough to last him a few days. That’s when he felt your gaze, his eyes shifted upwards and met yours. You turned your head back to the work in front of you, acting as if you didn’t notice. “What’s got your panties all twisted?” Jasper snickered to himself as he tossed a nut into his own mouth. “Would it happen to deal with your brooding boyfriend, Bellamy Blake? Or is it ex-boyfriend now?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, causing you to groan. Grabbing a handful of nuts, you tossed them at his face. Smirking in victory when one hit him square in the eye. “What’s it to you anyway?”

Jasper’s shoulders lifted in a shrug. “Since you became Monty’s best friend, and me being Monty’s best friend, we are theoretically best friends. Therefore, your business is my business.”

Your eyes widened at his statement. You’ve always been acquaintances with Jasper, but you didn’t think he really liked you that much. “I thought I was Monty’s best friend?”

“I thought I was yours.” Your back straightened at the deep voice behind you. Jasper’s mouth opened to speak, but your harsh glare made his jaw snap shut.

Slowly turning around, you found the source of the voice standing in front of you. “Did you need something?” One of your eyebrows arched as you tied the ration bag in your hand closed.

Bellamy smiled down at you, before giving you a short nod. “Actually, yes. I do. Clarke apparently talked to Jaha and there is a supply bunker that should get us through winter. She wants me to come, and I want you to come.” He shrugged like he was talking about a walk through the park.

“Why do you want me to come? Clarke is more medically savvy than me, and in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly skilled in hunting.” Your gaze shifted over to Jasper as he politely excused himself. Bellamy’s one hand reached out and rested on your shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze.

“You haven’t been out of the camp since we found O. I thought you’d like going and seeing more…” He said it almost bashfully. “We’re leaving in five, okay? So pack a bag, but make sure you bring extra, you never know what can happen in a day.” And just like that, Bellamy turned on his heels and left you standing there. Dumbfounded.

“So, are you going to go with him?” You jumped at the sound of Jasper’s sudden voice, too focused on the man walking away from you.

Whipping around, you folded your arms over your chest. “What’s the worst the could happen?”

Jasper’s eyes widened to the size of discs. “Um, you could die? How am I going to explain to Monty and your father that I let you frolic through the woods?”

You didn’t think your eyes could roll any harder. “Jasper are you serious right now? Do you actually think Bell would let a grounder or a mutant animal hurt me?”

“Well, Bell left you alone in the woods before.”

Exactly five minutes later, you had your own pack stuffed with supplies for the day, taking Bellamy’s advice and packing a little extra. Clarke and Bell met you by the front gate, both of them greeting you with thin smiles. “You two ready to go?” Clarke glanced between the two of you before heading outside of the camp.

Bellamy was right, you enjoyed seeing the forest. The air was crisper here than in camp. The vibrant green of the foliage, the deep brown of the dirt below your boots, everything was so pretty down here. So natural. No one talked for most of the way. Clarke took the lead and Bellamy brought up the rear.

In the midst of all the green, a bright purple flower was caught out of the corner of your eye. Taking a few steps off the trail you focused on the little flower on the ground, a small smile forming onto your lips. Bell came up behind you, his hand resting against the small of your back. “It’s pretty.” You smiled a little bigger, nodding your head. It became certain to you that Mother Nature would never stop amazing you.

“Guys! Keep up, we’re almost there!” Clarke’s voice called out from in front of you. Her arms hung at her sides as she cast the two of you a look of annoyance.

The smile on your face dropped as you shifted around Bellamy to head back on the trail. Bellamy’s arm slung around your shoulder as he held the flower in front of you. Your hands carefully gripped the dainty stem. “What’s this for?”

He shrugged. “You saw it and thought it was pretty. I like seeing that smile.” Bell smirked and kissed the top of your head before moving you forward.

You were ten years old when your crush for Bellamy first started. At ten, boys were supposed to be gross and have cooties. But you thought he was the cutest boy in the whole entire world, even if he was 14. No matter how many times he said you were annoying or that you were just some snooty little kid, he was always there for you. To him, you were just another little sister.

Anytime Monty couldn’t eat lunch with you, he always sat with you to make sure you weren’t alone. If he was in a really good mood, he’d even walk you back to your house! Some of Bellamy’s friends would tease him about being your friend, but he always put them in their place.

Today was one of those days. Monty promised his mom that he would stay with her and help her on some special plant project. You sat at the table in the far back corner of the cafeteria. There was the loud commotion of other kids running around, all of them talking and playing amongst themselves. The sandwich in front of you no longer seems appetizing.

A loud group of laughter rang out from the other side of the room. Your head peaked up at the noise, noticing Bellamy and his group of friends He made eye contact with you across the room before turning his head to say something to his friends. They all made mocking “ooo” noises as Bellamy headed over towards you.

“Monty staying with his mom today?” Bell asked you as he sat down, taking a bite out his apple before handing it out towards you.

You glanced between your banana and his apple, deciding his apple looked more appetizing, and you handed him your banana. “Yeah, some stupid soil testing and he was all excited to be a part of it.” Your voice was a mumble, scowling at the table in front of you before biting into the crisp apple.

“Well, that’s what I’m here for.” He shrugged at you and leaned his elbows on the table, staring down at you. “Oh, I almost forgot.” Bellamy leaned back slightly and rummaged around in his front pocket. In his hand was a tiny black box. “Here.” You gave him a questioning glance before carefully picking up the container. “Well, open it or give it back.”

Giving him one last scowl, you pried the lid off the little box. Nestled inside was a single flower, six white petals with lots of little black specks around the center. It was cute, Bellamy always had a habit of bringing you different flowers. “What’s this for?”

He let out a small laugh. “I knew it’d make you smile. I like seeing you smile.”

“Why don’t we split up? There should be a door around here, somewhere.” Clarke glanced between the two of you, waiting for your agreement. “Okay, I’ll go over here, you guys check up on the hill.”

You nodded and headed off behind Bellamy, keeping the flower still tucked in your hand. “Y/N, there’s another reason why I asked you to come along with me…”

He sounded nervous, his fingers fumbling around the handle of his ax. “Well, you see… I do-”

“Y/N! Bellamy! Over here, I think I found the door!” Clarke cut off Bellamy’s confession, making him grumble something to himself, shaking his head.

A small smile twitched onto your lips, grabbing his free hand with yours. “C’mon. We can talk later.”

Bellamy gave you a curt nod and tugged you over towards the door, buried under layers of grass and dirt. Clarke was hunched over the door, trying to pry it open with her bare hands. Bell huffed and shook his head. “Here, look out.” Dropping your hand, he walked over to the door. Lifting the ax above his shoulder, Bellamy struck the metal of the door. The door let out of a groan as the seal gave way under his powerful blows. “Okay, grab the handle and help me.”

The three of you all grabbed onto a handle, pulling with your entire body weight until it finally popped open. There was a collective huff from the group as you all peered down into the shelter. Clarke was the first one to stand up, adventuring down the stairs into the bunker. “You go first, I’ll be right behind you.” Bellamy moved to the side, allowing you to reach the stairs.

You pulled out your flashlight, igniting the stairs with a beam of light. The floorboards creaked under the weight of the two of you. Clarke was holding a lantern, looking around the entire perimeter. A large shelf was along the far wall, holding up a few containers.

Cobwebs stretched and lingered on your hand as you wedged one of the lids open. Inside was a large pile of wool blankets. “Hey, I think all these tubs have blankets in them.”

“Really?” Clarke turned around and moved to stand beside you, sending a warm smile in your direction. “Oh, these will be great at night.” One of her hands reached out, running over the fabric.

A loud thud from the other side of the room caused both of your heads to turn. “Seriously, there’s not even a tent in here! Or a decent medical kit!” Bellamy growled as he slammed the lid shut on one of the containers.

“Bell, it’s fine we haven’t looked through everything yet.” You tilted your head to the side slightly, keeping your distance as he still roughly pushed around some boxes.

He let out a scoff. “Oh please, half of this shit has already been ransacked. This trip was a complete waste!” In a fit of anger, Bellamy kicked one of the big drums over. Oil spilled all over the floor as it fell, followed by a large slam. “Well, I’ll be damned…”

His anger was quickly replaced with glee. “What is it?” You cautiously stepped forward, trying to peer over his shoulder. Bellamy turned his head and smiled back at you, a large grin on his face, gun in hand.

“Ready to be a badass, baby?”

A large red curtain was hung along the far end of the bunker, a big black X was painted in the center. Bellamy smiled in pride as he strutted back over to you and Clarke, handing each of you a gun. “Okay, so this end goes up against your shoulder… and you look through this little piece right here…” He demonstrated on his own.

You awkwardly held the weapon in your hands, shifting it until the butt rested against the pocket of your shoulder. “Like this?” One of your brows arched as you turned to face Bellamy.

“Uh, a little higher, and… here straighten your back a little bit.” His entire frame surrounded you, showing you how to hold the gun more comfortably. “That better?” You nodded. “Okay, now aim for the X.”

You tried to suppress your scoff, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, I got that.”

Bellamy held his hands up in defense. “You’re right, I forgot all your gun training back on the Ark.”

Clarke laughed softly at the encounter, before shaking her head and aiming her own gun. She let out a shallow breath as she slowly pulled the trigger. You all anticipated the loud bang, but all you got was a soft click. “What the hell…” She scowled at her gun before trying to pull the trigger again, receiving a click for the second time.

“There must be some duds…” Bellamy shifted his eyes over to you as he popped some of his rations into his mouth. “Y/N try yours.”

You lined up the shot exactly how Bell told you to. Taking a deep breath, you focused on the X through the site. As you exhaled, your pointer finger gently pulled back the trigger. The bang filled your ears, a recoil slammed into your shoulder. In the matter of less than a second, it was over. A hole was situated to the left of the center of the X.

Your jaw dropped as you lowered your weapon, turning around with a huge smile on your mouth. “That… was amazing… Clarke, you gotta try it.” You laughed as you handed her your gun.

“I’ll be back in a minute, I gotta use the restroom.” Bellamy grabbed a handful of nuts and quickly went outside.

Clarke and you took turns shooting at the red sheet, turning around, you noticed Bellamy was still not back yet. “He’s been gone a little while, don’t you think?” You glanced over at Clarke, worry starting to etch into your features.

“Yeah… I guess we lost track of time. Do you think you should go check on him?” She mumbled between the bites of nuts in her mouth.

Your head nodded, laying down your gun on the shelf. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, okay?” Clarke nodded and muttered a ‘be careful’ before you took your flashlight and headed back towards the stairs.

At first, you couldn’t see anything. All that was in front of you was dense forest. No signs of Bellamy anywhere. You shined your flashlight ahead as you stepped further into the night. “Bell? Bell, are you out here?” You were met with silence.

Fear started to settle in the pit of your stomach. The image of finding a dead Bellamy flashed in your mind. “Bellamy!” A small whimper was the only response you got. It came from the left of you, your flashlight exposed a small clearing past a couple of trees.

Cautiously, you followed the sound. The whimpers turned into murmurs, the murmurs turned into ‘kill me’s’. In front of you, Bellamy sat hunched over on his knees. Tears were streaming down his face as his fingers harshly dug through his hair. “Bellamy!” You dropped your flashlight, darting over to him as you skidded in front of him on your knees.

He wasn’t looking at you, he looked straight through you. “Please, just end it. Kill me, please. I deserve it.” Bellamy wept in front of you. Your hands cupped his cheeks, giving him a quick once-over to look for any obvious injuries.

“Bellamy! Bell, look at me.” You squeezed his face slightly, shaking him. “Bell, baby I’m right here. Look at me. I’m real.” You pressed your forehead against him, noses squishing together. His labored breaths fanned across your face, and for the first time, he fully looked at you.

“Y/N?” His voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper. “You’re here.” It was more of a statement, stating it as a fact to reassure himself.

You smiled at him, eagerly nodding your head. “Yeah, I’m here.”

Bellamy’s hands lifted and rested against your forearms, his thumbs softly tracing against your skin. “Well isn’t this sweet.” A deep foreign voice interrupted the moment shared between the two of you.

Jumping away from each other, you noticed another boy from camp standing over the two of you. “Dax?” You voice wavered as he shifted the barrel of the gun towards you.

He laughed, shaking his head slightly. “I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N. I really don’t so I need you to listen to me when I say move away from him.”

It didn’t matter if there was a gun pointed to your or not. You started shaking your head, but Bellamy’s grip on your arm tightened. “Y/N, just do what he says.” He spoke to you but kept his eyes on the Dax. His hands pushed you away softly. “It’ll be alright, princess.”

Sending another reluctant glance in his direction, you shuffled to your feet and moved away from Bell to stand behind Dax. “Now, stay there and shut up.” He growled at you, shoving the butt of the gun against your side.

“Don’t touch her.” Bellamy rumbled from his position on the ground, an icy stare filled his eyes.

Dax laughed, shifting the gun into on hand as he pointed it at Bellamy, lifting his other hand to run through your hair. You tried to ignore the cringe that was sent down your spine. “Now, now, Bellamy. You’re lucky she’s even still alive right now. Shumway said not to leave any witnesses.”

“Shumway?” Your eyebrows furrowed at the mention of the guardsman’s name. “What does he have to do with this?”

Bell sighed, keeping his eyes on the hand that lingered on your shoulder. “He’s the one who gave me the gun to kill Jaha.”

“And now, he sent me here to kill you,” Dax smirked slightly, his head giving a sadistic tilt.

Rage started to burn through your veins. You’d almost lost Bellamy more times than you care to count. You’d be damned if you were going to lose him for real. “Don’t you fucking dare hurt him.” The confidence in your voice shocked you.

“I thought I told you to shut up.” The hand that Dax had on your shoulder was used to shove you to the ground. You landed with a thud on your back, causing all the air to escape your lungs.

Bellamy moved on instinct rather than logic. He bolted up from his knees and charged at Dax. Both guys tumbled to the ground in a mess of fists and swings. The gun flew from Dax’s hands as he tackled Bellamy onto his back, hands forming around his neck.

Your eyes landed on the discarded gun on the ground. “Get off of him!” Dax’s head fit perfectly in the small site on the barrel of the gun.

“You’re not gonna shoot me, sweetheart.” He sneered at you, hands loosening around Bellamy’s neck. Your finger pulled back on the trigger. Every ounce of confidence in your body left when you were met with the click of a blank. Before Dax was able to climb off of Bellamy, he found a spare bullet on the floor. With one quick swing of his arm, the tip was lodged into the side of Dax’s neck. You watched in shock as blood splattered over Bellamy’s face.

Blood poured from Dax’s neck as he tried to stop the bleeding with his hands. The color in his face started to drain as his spine began to go limp. With wide eyes, he collapsed onto his side. The two of you watched as Dax’s last bit of life slipped from his body.

You were snapped back into reality when Bellamy began to move closer towards you. Your feet carried you over to him, wrapping your arms around him, you helped him over to lean against a nearby tree. Slowly, you sat down beside him, turning slightly to your side to face him. Lifting a hand, you wiped some of the blood off of his face. “Are you okay?”

Bellamy’s head rolled to the side slightly to look at you. “I think I should be the one asking you that.” His lips twitched into a small smile. Your hand cupped his cheek before brushing some of his hair out of his eyes.

Settling down beside him, you rested your head on his shoulder. “What were you trying to tell me earlier? Before we found the bunker?”

Above you, he sighed, one of his arms lazily wrapping around your lower back. “I want you to run away with me. Leave camp, just the two of us, live happily ever after.”

You leaned back, staring up at him. “Bell, you can’t leave camp. You can’t leave Octavia, it would crush her.” Your head shook with emphasis.

He simply scoffed. “Y/N, she hates me.”

“She needs you, Bell. I need you. Everyone at camp needs you.”

Bellamy’s eyes closed as he leaned his head back against the trunk of the tree. His arm around you tightened, pulling you tight against his chest. “Can we take on the world tomorrow?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

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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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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”

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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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Virago 10. Hostage Preview

A/N: So I was too excited to not give you guys a little preview. So here goes. I hope you guys are excited for tomorrow! Enjoy!

You head into the Dropship to get some more cloth to wrap your leg. You see the kid Myles laying on a bed as you move quietly hoping not to wake him. You make your way to the medical supplies. You continue to look for some kind of bandage or cloth but clearly whoever was here last, mixed everything up. You slowly bend down behind a table to look at the supplies there. You continue to rustle through the supplies until you hear muffled screaming from across the ship.

You poke your head up just a bit to find Murphy suffocating Myles. You wanted to help Myles but realized that you couldn’t take Murphy with your injured leg, so you stay put. After Myles stops struggling you and Murphy hear a clank from the ladder side. You look up to see Jasper making his way down.

“He stopped breathing. I was-- I was trying to help him.” Murphy says quickly shoving the bag down, playing innocent. Jasper just nods his head and continues to make his way down the ladder. Before you know it they both go for the gun on a table across from you, but Murphy gets to it first, cocking and holding it up to Jasper.

“Murphy, just put the gun down,” Jasper says quietly.

“He tried to kill me,” Murphy glances over at Myles’ body. Jasper tries to back away until Murphy tells him not to move and prepares to shoot.

“Ok. Ok. It’s cool,” Jasper tries to deescalate the situation.

“No, it’s not. You know what’ll happen to me if you tell Bellamy.” Murphy says still prepped to shoot.

“Tell Bellamy what?” You hear Bellamy’s voice over a walkie-talkie.

“Give me the radio, Jasper,” Murphy demands.

“Murphy has a gun. He killed Myles,” Jasper quickly says into the walkie-talkie, before Murphy knocks Jasper with the gun, sending him to the floor. Soon enough you heard the door to the Dropship closing, realizing you just got yourself stuck with the one person you hated most.

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That’s The Deal

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The Innocent Girl // Part Thirty-One: Traps and Blockades // Bellamy Blake

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Words: 4300+

Warnings: Betrayal? Them thinking it’s a betrayal. A hint of fluff!

Author’s Note: We’re are super duper close to the end of season 3. My god. I honestly can’t believe it. I wanna believe it’s taking me so long to write this season is because one; I haven’t been able to write a lot because I mentally don’t feel like it and two; this is like my least favorite season. Season 4 is a favorite of mine, so I’m hoping to get caught up in writing this that it’ll be out faster than y’all can snap your fingers. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this. Thanks to the lovely, @lovefilledtragedy for reading this over and helping me with it! Much appreciated xox

Octavia and I manage to sneak our way back into camp without anyone finding out. She’s more dangerous being here than I am, but if they see me with her I’ll lose their trust immediately. We get into the position we were told to get in, waiting for Harper’s signal.

“Package is on the move. I repeat the package is on the move. We are a go,” her voice comes through the radio, static following behind her as O holds the radio up to her lips. “Okay, S, is your team in position?”

“Roger that. We’re in position and ready to intercept,” she replies.

Octavia and I pry open the floor paneling, getting into it as we can hear the footsteps of the guards and prisoners coming closer. I can hear the distinct chatter of Pike ordering his team around before the door to the room opens. The two of us wait for a little bit before revealing ourselves, telling them to get in the floor while O and I drug the two guards standing outside the door.

After completing part of the mission, we get back into the floor just in time to hear footsteps running down the hall. The door bursts open as I kept my eyes on the floor paneling above us, my breathing becoming slightly heavier as it was way too small in this confined space. A loud bang was heard as Pike yelled, “damn.”

“The guys are fine, sir. They must’ve drugged them,” someone tells him.

“We did what they wanted us to do,” Pike says and pauses for a few moments as footsteps were heard once more. “That won’t happen again.” All the footsteps grow farther away before Octavia stands up, removing the paneling.

She climbs out, grabbing the rifles and Kane follows after her, grunting a bit. “It’s a bit tight in there,” he mentions as Sinclair and Lincoln follow suit.

“Try doing it for sixteen years,” Octavia tells him as I get out, placing the paneling back as she unlocks everyone’s restraints. She crouches down in front of Lincoln as I grab one of the rifle’s, throwing the strap over my shoulder. “Hey, we’ll come back for Danae and the others… I promise.”

Abby comes into the room, along with Miller and Bryan as the radio goes off, Harper’s voice coming through the radio. “Okay, S, come in.”

“What is it?” Lincoln asks as Octavia quickly grabs the radio off of her hip.

“This wasn’t the plan,” O mutters before continuing, “we used their frequencies so they could hear us. Go ahead!”

“Stay where you are,” she whispers into the radio, “repeat stay where you are. The exit is not clear.”

I curse quietly, running my hands through my hair. “How many guards?” Octavia asks quickly.

“Too many. Stay put.”

We wait for Harper’s signal before Monty’s voice comes over the radio, my eyes widening at what he says. “Calling all guards. The prisoners are heading for the main gate. I repeat the prisoners are heading for the main gate, over!”

“That was Monty,” Octavia breathes and a smile comes to my lips, knowing he’d come through eventually.

“Guess he’s with us after all,” Miller mutters.

“I could find out,” Kane mentions.

“We don’t know that,” Abby states in a hushed whisper. “What we do know is that we have to move.”

The eight of us begin to make our way towards the secret area we use to get in and out of camp, keeping a close eye out for any guards lingering around. We get there rather quickly without causing any attention before we begin to file into the small opening.

“Go, go, go,” Kane mutters to me and Harper as we crawl through.

“Attention all citizens. Emergency lockdown is in effect. Return to your quarters immediately.”

Sinclair crawls through as Kane whispers to Abby to get in and she tells him she’s not going, mentioning that people need her to get them out of the dark. She started to ramble on about it when Kane places a hand around the back of her neck, connecting his lips with hers. My eyes widen, not expecting that one bit. It’s cute though.

“I have a message for the traitors in this camp,” Pike’s voice comes through the radio, having all of us halt our movements to listen. “There will be an execution today. Either turn yourselves in or the other grounder prisoners will die in your place.”

“Let’s go,” Octavia mutters, pushing Lincoln towards the opening but he doesn’t move, just stares down at her before he moves around her and she grabs his arm in a slight panic. “No, wait.”

“I can’t let them die because of me,” he tells her.

“Lincoln, please,” she begs, “we’re almost out.”

Kane takes a step towards Lincoln, placing a hand onto his arm. “I know what you’re feeling, but they’re searching the station. We need to go now.”

“You should,” Lincoln mumbles while nodding his head.

“Fine,” O starts, “I’m going with you. We fight together.”

My heart falls into my stomach as I lean half of my body out. “Octavia, no. They’ll kill you, please,” I beg, feeling my eyes begin to water at the situation at hand.

Lincoln nods his head slowly, softly smiling down at her as he got closer to her. “I love you,” he whispers before leaning down to place a kiss to her lips. I bite my lip, watching as he grabs something before sticking it into her neck.

“No,” she whispers before passing out. He picks her up and gives her to Kane, telling him to get her out of here before he walks out of the room. I help Kane get Octavia through the opening as he climbed in himself, beginning to make out way out of the station.

Kane drapes Octavia over her horse, leading him as we walk through the woods. She slowly begins to waken as I heard her whisper Lincoln’s name before she falls off Helios. I quickly move towards her, helping her up as we walk through a small clearing. The two of us see everyone outside, Lincoln slowly falling to his knees.

“No,” O and I whisper at the same time and I grip her hand in mine, my vision becoming blurry from the tears. My body shakes as the gun goes off, Lincoln falling to the ground while a couple of sobs leave my lips. May we meet again, Lincoln.

We start to make our way towards the cave again, eerie silence filling the group. It takes us about twenty minutes before we reach the cave, everyone else walking into the cave first. I set my hands onto my hips before taking a deep breath, trying to process what had just happened.

“Where’s Lincoln?” Bellamy asks once his eyes met mine, noticing no one else coming in afterward.

“Pike put a bullet in his brain,” O bluntly states and I swallow thickly, knowing this isn’t gonna end well.

Bellamy’s eyes met her figure, a look of sadness on his face. “O… I’m so sorry,” he mumbles as she takes off her jacket before punching him in the face.

She threw a couple more punches and I wince before looking away, not being able to see the man I love get the shit kicked out of him… even if he deserved it. “Octavia, that’s enough,” Kane calmly tells her.

“Kane, stay out of this,” Bellamy states, hearing Octavia throw another punch. The beating continues as I turn slightly to see him on his knees, face full of blood and she knees him straight in the face.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Miller mutters and tries to stop her as she sobs, pushing him away from her.

“Miller, back off,” Bellamy pants.

I can’t stop my hands from shaking, everything that’s happening becoming too much for me as I quietly whimper out his nickname. “Freckles…” The curly-haired man’s eyes met mine as a few tears roll down my cheeks before his gaze moves back to O’s.

She lets out a scream, continuing to punch him over and over until he falls to the floor. “You’re dead to me,” she tells him before walking away.

Miller and Bryan begin to start a fire, everyone sitting around it about ten feet away from Bellamy. I stood near Kane, biting my nails as they talked about putting people on guard duty. My eyes stay on Bellamy as he leans his head against the rock wall, sniffling a bit before letting out a deep breath.

I mutter that I’ll be right back, heading towards the beaten and chained up man, not hearing anyone telling me to stop which is good. His brown eyes look at me as I walk over, kneeling down in front of him before sitting down completely.

We sat in silence for a good minute, hearing the group behind me chatter about what we’re going to do when I begin to speak up. “How’s your face? Does it hurt?” I ask quietly, afraid my voice will crack if I go any louder.

Bellamy shakes his head, giving me a half-smile before grabbing my hands. “No, not really. Bet I look terrible though,” he jokes and I chuckle a bit. The smile quickly turns into a frown, his thumbs rubbing the back of my hands softly. “I’m so sorry, Angel. God, I’m so sorry for everything.”

I scoot closer to him, trying not to tear up as I gently place a hand to his cheek. “It’s okay,” I whisper before my hand drops to his chest. “You were doing what you thought was right. I understand. We’re human. We make mistakes.”

“I love you. I wish things were different,” he mumbles while intertwining our fingers. I nod my head, swallowing the lump in my throat before moving beside him, resting my head against his shoulder.

“She’ll come around,” I reassure him while my eyes are planted on Octavia’s back.

“I’m not so sure about that, Angel.”

There’s a quick silence throughout everyone after Kane had asked how we can get back to being the thirteenth clan and killing Pike when the radio goes off. “Bellamy, come in,” Monty’s voice echoes off the walls in the cave, everyone’s eyes moving towards the device. “It’s Monty, I’m in trouble. Please say you still have your radio.”

Sinclair grabs it, holding his hand out as Kane tries to grab it. “If we respond and Pike’s listening-”

“We go to channel seven,” Bellamy cuts him off, Kane and Sinclair’s eyes darting towards us. ““Please say you still have your radio,” that’s seven words after the word trouble. It’s code, go to seven.”

Kane glances between Bellamy and Sinclair before he gives him the go-ahead. The mechanic turns it to channel seven before handing it over to the ex-Chancellor. “Bellamy, are you there?” Monty’s voice asks.

“Monty, it’s Kane,” the older man starts, his eyes staying on Bellamy and I. “What’s wrong?” He asks and we wait for Monty to respond.

“Pike knows that I helped you get out,” he tells us and I fiddle around with Bellamy’s guard jacket, worried about one of my best friends. God, I left Audrey there… and Jasper, but Jasper isn’t… Jasper anymore.

“Can you get to the dropship?” Kane questions before taking his finger off the button on the walkie.

“I think so,” Monty answers.

“Good. Go there, I’ll bring you in,” he informs the teen and Kane’s gaze moves to Bellamy’s once more. “Stay off the radio. Over and out.”

We all sat in silence for a few moments when Bell nudges me. I lift myself off his chest, glancing up at him as he just sighs before nodding his head towards the rest of the crew. “Go sit with them, alright?” He mentions to me and I furrow my eyebrows together. Before I can even get a word in, Bellamy leans down to press a quick kiss to my forehead. “Don’t question me, just go.”

I nod my head, listening to the older Blake and I stand up from my spot, walking over before planting myself down by Octavia. The brunette glances over at me and I give her a small smile. I’m surprised that she returns it even though it’s barely a smile, but something. I pat her leg sympathetically as Harper speaks up.

“Hold on, what if it’s a trap and Pike’s waiting?”

“That’s why I’m going alone,” Kane mutters and stands up. Oh hell no. Sinclair, Octavia, and I all stand up simultaneously.

“Like hell you are.”

“I don’t think so.”

Octavia and I say at the same time, her machete tightly grasped in her hand.

“I’m with them,” Miller starts and drapes the strap to his rifle over his shoulder. “Monty saved our lives. I’m going, too.”

“No you’re not,” Kane mutters and looks towards Miller and Bryan. “If it is a trap, I’m not marching our entire insurgency into it.”

Octavia finishes putting her jacket on when she pipes in. “To stop me, you’re gonna have to kill me.”

“She hopes it’s a trap,” Bellamy informs us as O and I glance back at him, his gaze directed right at his younger sister.

“He’s coming, too,” she says and my lips part.

“Wait Octav-”

“We need a hostage to trade for Monty,” she cuts me off as her eyes are planted on me. I quickly shut my mouth, nodding my head before looking back towards Bellamy.

Kane nods his head, glancing at everyone. “That’s a good plan. He stays chained, gag him,” he orders and I head over to my stuff, grabbing my rifle and machete, attaching the melee weapon to my jeans.

“Sir, with all due respect-”

“He’s the enemy,” Kane cuts Miller off and I close my eyes, letting out a deep breath. Christ, this is hard. I wish I was still angry at him for choosing Pike’s side so this wasn’t so difficult. “Do what I said.”

The four of us arrive at the dropship and flashbacks of memories flowing through my mind as Octavia and Kane have a hold on Bellamy who’s walking in front of them. I aim my gun behind us, making sure our six is clear as we begin to make our way through the opening.

“Monty?!” Kane calls out and I turn around, moving to stand beside Octavia as silence fills the air. “We got here first,” he mutters and begins to make our way further into the old camp.

“No we didn’t,” Octavia growls and roughly grabs a hold of her brother.

“What are you doing?” Kane asks as the younger Blake holds her sword inches from her brother's neck, continuing forward.

“Get outside!” She yells loudly, her eyes trained on the opening of the dropship. “Now!”

The flap moves as Monty steps out, his hands bound together as Kane and I had our guns aimed at the door. A gun peak out from behind him as Pike holds it against the teen’s head.

“They followed me. I’m sorry,” he apologizes.

I thickly swallow, standing guard as I look through the reticle, training it onto Pike’s head. “Let him go, Pike,” Kane yells out.

“Can’t do that,” the Chancellor notifies us. The older man brings a radio up to his lips, muttering something into it before a gunshot goes off fairly close to us. I jump slightly, aiming my gun in the direction the bullet came from as Kane kept his trained on Pike. “It’s over. Put down your weapons.”

“Shoot him,” O whispers at Kane, narrowing her eyes at the Chancellor.

“Monty’s in the shot,” Kane whispers back as another gunshot goes off, the bullet colliding with my shin.

A scream leaves my lips as I fall to the ground, clenching my teeth. “Motherfucker,” I painfully grunt and look up at Octavia to see her eyes locked on me. Bellamy shifts in her grasp, his eyes wide with fear swimming in them as she manages to keep a hold on him.

You okay? She mouths to me and I painfully nod my head, looking down at my wound to see it was a through and through.

“I promised Monty’s mother that I’d bring him home alive,” Pike continues as I take part of my shirt, ripping the bottom of it before tying it around the wound to try and stop it from bleeding. “Don’t make me a liar.”

I slowly get back up, grabbing my rifle as a scowl sets on my lips, aiming the gun at Pike. We stand still in silence a few more moments before Kane lowers his gun.

“Kane, no,” Octavia mutters, sounding defeated as she looks back at him. He raises his hands, taking his rifle and sets it on the ground about a foot away from him.

“Now you two,” Pike orders Octavia and I. I glare at the man before moving my gaze to O, seeing her doing the same. She begins to pull away before changing her stance, holding the blade of her sword against Bellamy’s neck.

“What are you doing?” Kane and I whisper-yell to her at the same time, seriously worried about Bell’s safety.

Pike brings up his walkie and speaks into it. “One in the girl’s leg… both of them,” he orders and I quickly move from my spot as Bellamy takes Octavia’s arm and twists it, having her slowly fall to her knees. “Britt, come on now. Drop the gun. I don’t want to have to kill you.”

Bellamy looks back at me, his brown eyes pleading with me and I let out a defeated sigh before shrugging the strap of my rifle off, throwing it away from me. Pike then lets out a whistle as guards come out from every direction. Kane, Octavia, and I get handcuffed and Bellamy removes the gag from his mouth as Pike walks over to us, taking the sword O had.

“Now you don’t look so good,” Pike tells Bellamy.

“I’m fine,” Bell rasps out while looking towards us.

“You got about five seconds to make me believe that you’re still with me.”

“All the others are in a cave not far from here,” Bellamy tells him and a gasp leaves my lips.

Anger coursed through my veins at the betrayal as Octavia screams at her brother. “You son of a bitch!” She begins to run towards him when she gets stunned with a shock baton, falling to the ground as grunts leave her lips. I keep my eyes on her as hers eventually roll back into her head, passing out from the shock.

“Give me the coordinates,” Pike orders.

“I don’t have the coordinates, but I can take you there,” Bellamy tells him as I narrow my eyes at the fool, trying to figure him out. I thought for sure that he was with us…

We all move through the woods, gags being put into each of our mouths. Octavia was awake by now as she walks in front of me. I keep my eyes on Bellamy’s back as him and Pike lead us.

“Sure about the route? We’re getting close to the blockade line,” the Chancellor mutters to Bellamy as I eavesdrop on the conversation.

“That’s why Kane set up out here. He didn’t think we’d risk it.”

“Well, he was wrong.”

Hm. Is what I think is happening, happening? Is Bellamy leading him to the blockade? Is he actually on our side?

“What’s gonna happen to my sister and Britt? I know they have to answer for their crimes, but-”

“I’ll tell you what,” Pike interrupts, looking towards the elder Blake, “I’ll make you the same promise I made to Monty’s mother. Immunity from all past actions, but if they screw up again-”

“Oh, they won’t. I’ll make sure of it,” he mutters deeply and looks back at us. “My sister, my responsibility and the same goes for Angel now too.”

Pike looks over at him, not saying a word as I quicken my steps, walking beside Octavia and she looks towards me. I nudge her arm, motioning my head towards her brother with a nod, kinda signaling that I know what’s happening and she just looks at me confused. I let out a groan, choking a bit on the gag before a muffled cough leaves my lips.

We all begin to walk over a hill after another ten minutes of silence. “Hold on,” Pike halts, looking towards Bellamy.

“The cave’s just on the other side,” he tells him and begins to descend down the hill. Kane and I glance towards each other as he gives me a confused look. Pike orders the guards to keep an eye out as we all follow after Bellamy, slowly going down the hill.

A horn goes off and I jump, my heart pounding in my chest as everyone with guns begins to take their aim. “The blockade,” Pike calls out as they begin to panic and honestly, so do I. “Anybody got eyes?”

“I got nothing,” one of the guards answers as I stand closely by Octavia, whipping my head around while getting into a fighting stance… just in case.

“Back to higher ground!” Pike utters out and Bellamy grabs the handgun that’s attached to the older man’s thigh, holding it to his head.

“Drop your weapon,” he orders and I internally cheer.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Pike growls.

Bellamy moves a bit closer, yelling at the Chancellor. “Drop your weapon!!” Octavia makes her move and takes down two of the guards. I quickly move and grab their guns, grabbing one for myself and tosses the other one behind me. “We bring your Chancellor Pike of the Sky People. O, translate,” Bell calls out for the grounders to hear as I try my best to aim my gun at the other guards.

The brunette takes the gag out from her mouth. “We bring you Chancellor Pike of Skaikru,” she yells out in trigedasleng.

“You’ve killed us all,” Pike barks at Bellamy as he just stares at the shorter gentlemen.

“Take him. Lift this blockade,” Bellamy speaks and waits for his sister to translate. She yells the translation, her eyes trained on Pike as well.

Arrows fly through the sky and take out the three remaining guards while grounders begin to come out from their hiding places, yelling and screaming. They all take their aim with various weapons and I can’t help but drop the rifle I had, quickly moving to kneel beside O. She looks around and grabs a dagger from one of the dead guards, making her move to kill Pike when Kane steps in front of her, stopping her from doing so.

“Hey, no,” he mutters, removing the gag from his mouth. “The grounders are gonna need him alive. They didn’t get justice for Finn. We won’t get away with that again.”

She calms down slightly as Pike looks back towards Bellamy who still had a gun trained on him. “In that case,” he starts and charges towards the young adult when an arrow flies straight into his shoulder, sending him to the ground. A couple of the grounder kick him while he’s down, grunts leaving the Chancellor’s lips as he grows unconscious.

They pick him up, beginning to walk away when Kane pipes up. “Where are you taking him?” He asks and the grounder turns back to look at the older man.

“To the new commander.”

“May I join you?” Kane questions and pulls up the sleeve to his shirt, revealing the brand on his arm. “We’re the thirteenth clan.”

“Don’t slow us down,” the grounder growls quickly before turning around to continue his path to the city.

I stood a couple feet from everyone, trying to come to with everything that just happened as my chest heaves heavily. “Are you sure?” Monty asks Kane as Octavia removes her restraints. “We know nothing about the new commander.”

“I’m sure. Go home. Tell our people what happened here,” he tells us and Bellamy turns around to see my still gagged and chained. He holds his hand out to Octavia, motioning for the blade in her hands and she reluctantly gives it to him.

The curly-haired man steps up to me, looking into my eyes for a few moments. “You good?” He asks quietly while removing the restraints from my hands.

I nod my head, moving my hands up to remove the gag from my mouth. “Yeah, I’m alright. The bullet hurts a little, but nothing I can’t handle,” I tell him with a small grin. Bellamy gives me a small smile about to say something when Kane calls out his name.

He makes his way back towards Kane as the ex-Chancellor was all up in his face. “Did you do this for your sister and Britt? Or because it was the right thing to do?” He asks and Bellamy stays quiet as both O and I watch from where we stood.

“You’re welcome,” Bellamy mutters, beginning to walk away when Kane grabs onto his arm.

“It matters. Until you see that, you’ll still be lost.”

Kane walks away from Bell as he turns around, his gaze planted on me for a moment before he walks over to Monty.

“My mother turned me in,” Monty mutters and I frown slightly, not being able to believe that Hannah would do such a thing.

“You’re family,” he tells the teen. “We’ll work it out.” Bellamy pats Monty on the shoulder as I watch Octavia look towards her brother who turned to face her.

One of the guards began to groan, lifting his head as O jumps up, letting out a scream before digging the dagger into his shoulder, finishing him off. “Blood must have blood,” she mutters in trigedasleng, her eyes glaring at Bellamy the entire time.

Well… this is awkward.

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The Queen of The Sky | The 100 | Part 14

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Pairing: Bellamy x Reader Rating: M (Mentions of murder, blood, and violence) Fandom: The 100 Word Count: 2,939 Summary: Three years ago Y/N, queen of the tribe known as the Ladrones, was sent to the ground as punishment for her crimes. Now the dropship has just arrived along with 100 delinquents. Among which there are many familiar faces. Several stories to be told. Will Y/N’s dark past unravel for all to see? Will her secrets finally be shared with the world? Will the queen of the sky cause sunny days or stormy nights? Is she a villain? Or just the goddess they needed?

(A/N: I’M SO SORRY!!! I HAD WRITERS BLOCK for like six months BUT I HAVE INSPIRATION AGAIN but I’m also gonna be really busy because the inspiration is coming from personal problems that I should really be solving BUT I WILL TRY TO UPDATE MORE! AND I’M VERY SORRY!😖😖😖😖 THE NEXT FEW PARTS ARE ALREADY OUTLINED AND PLANNED BUT I’M PROBABLY GOING TO BE POSTING THE REQUESTS I HAVE PILED UP from like six months ago BEFORE FINISHING THE FIRST SEASON OF THIS SERIES BUT DO EXPECT MORE FROM ME hopefully)

I was escorted back to the city by Kai, who was in front of me, and two more guards who were behind me. Due to the fact that he was the general, Kai was obligated to return as well. I still had the mask on; I was not allowed to take it off until we were within the city walls. The City of Eclipsa was hidden behind a mountain range that eventually lead to a cliff. The mountains surrounded the city offering a natural wall of defense, but Nova, the oh so paranoid, insisted we build another wall around the city. It traced along the mountain range and offered an easier route for the patrol guards, as well as built in areas, to hold the weapons and signal fires.

We had been travelling for quite some time, luckily no attacks had happened so far. We left before sunrise, and as we finally approached the city, the sun was beginning to set. Kai raised his shield, sending a signal to the guards as he waved his arm in the air, the shield proudly showing our city emblem. The gates opened as the patrol guards yelled out commands and declarations.

We walked in to be welcomed by crowds of people lining the streets as they cheered for the return of their queen and general. I straightened out my back and held my head high as we rode our horses through the crowded streets as the citizens of Eclipsa made way for their beloved monarch. I smiled and waved, hoping that the exhaustion I felt could not be seen. I was their queen. They had to believe that I was strong, that I could withstand anything.

As the castle gates opened up for us, a sigh of relief left my lips. The metal gates shut closed as a loud slamming of the iron lock could be heard. A silence surrounded us, an obvious contrast to the screaming and cheers that could still be faintly heard from outside the walls that surrounded the castle. Now all that pierced through the quiet was the trotting of the horses.

I rubbed at my eyes, trying to keep them open as my drowsiness overwhelmed me. As my head began to hang low, I was suddenly jolted upright when I heard the doors to the castle begin to creak open. A familiar blur of a woman in her usual green dress awaited us. She began to descend from the stairs as the troops and I got off our horses. She hugged Kai first, hesitant to let go before she made her way over to me. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I hugged her waist with my one free arm, the other still holding on to my horse. “I missed you too, Nova,” I smiled as she finally let go of me.

As I walked through the castle I began to remove the armour on my body. First I took off my cloak. Next the metal plates that covered my legs below the knee. After, I took my combat boots off, placing it into the arms of the servant that followed behind me, picking up after my mess of undressing. Next were the cuffs of metal that extended across my forearm acting as a shield in battle.

After I slammed the door to my personal chambers closed, I took off the chest plate and battle skirt only to reopen the door to toss them towards the servant. “Thank you,” I said before I slammed the door shut again and jumped onto my comfy awaiting bed. I threw the stupid mask across the room, a loud thud notifying me that it had hit a wall. I allowed my eyes to droop close, telling myself it was just to rest my eyes, but I knew I’d most likely fall asleep.

I groaned as I heard my door open and close, already knowing who it was. “Did you miss it?” Nova asked nodding her head towards the bed. I smiled and nodded as I cuddled into the pillows and fluffy sheets once more. “Then perhaps you wouldn’t be too fond of leaving it behind,” she laughed. I opened one eye to look at her, slightly lifting my head off of my comfy, fluffy, beloved pillow. “Perhaps it may be easier for you to stay?” Nova suggests in an unsure tone.

I glared at her. While it was true that I missed my comfy bed after several nights of switching between cots, hammocks, and tree branches, I was not a fan of what she hinted towards. “Being queen not as easy as you thought? From all that yelling, scolding, and arguing you’ve done while I was the one on the throne, I would have thought that you would be a great, if not magnificent queen,” I teased with a smug smile evident on my face. “I’m not staying,” I said.

“You don’t know that,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone, and the fact that her statement was true concerned me.

I sat up from my bed, leaning against my forearms as I glared at her from across the room. “Do you plan on making me stay?” I asked. She simply let out a soft chuckle before leaving. Wanting an answer, I called out to her as she closed the door. The door shut with a click as I threw my head back onto the mattress, deciding an answer wasn’t worth getting up. Not long after, I fell asleep.

I thought I would fall asleep again as I sat through the council meeting. The council meetings were my idea when we had first became a united people. It was a way to make sure the city is running smoothly and advise each other if anyone were in need of aid. The city entirely was under my rule, but with how enormous it had become there was no way I could rule on my own. That is why the council was made. The council consists of the queen, which was me, the general, which was Kai, the top adviser, which was Nova, and the nobles.

The nobles oversaw the four regions of the kingdom. The north was under Abraham, an elder man who had convinced his village to stand and fight with me against Trikru. The south was under Sofia. She used to be the royal doctor. She values life over everything. The east was under Victoria, the daughter of the man that helped me escape Trikru. He had followed after me along with Nova, and he held the role of noble of the east up until his unfortunate death last year when he faced terminal illness. Victoria was quite young, but she was mature and intelligent. I knew she would be able to live up to her father’s influence, if not I would have chosen someone else for the role. The west was under Damien. He too was young. He was a bit less mature than Victoria, but he provided an insight to the mind of the typical youth of Eclipsa.

Abraham was against having such young people in the council. He stated that they were too young to have any valuable input, but I ignored him. Much to his disbelief, young does not always equal stupid. Just like how old is not a synonym for smart. Besides, the youth are a very important part to society, after all they are our future, and I hold the belief that they deserve much more credit than most elders give them.

I didn’t believe in the practice of handing important roles down a bloodline simply because they shared the blood of someone who once held said important role. Instead, roles are chosen by a lengthy process. The monarch chooses the candidates, the council discusses and decides who shall take the role, and if the council were to ever fail to make up their mind, the people shall vote for whom they see fit. When the time comes for the city to need a new monarch and leader, if I have not chosen the candidates myself by then, it is up to the general and top advisor to choose the candidates. Then the usual process involving the rest of the council and the votes of the people will ensue.

Kai continued to list off everything that happened, occasionally having to pause his not-so-brief summary to answer the question of one of the council members. Most of the questions came from the same person, Nova.

“So by this point they should be fine without you, correct?” Nova asked once Kai finished his little monologue.

“That’s what this meeting is suppose to determine,” I said as I looked at Nova.

“It sounds like they’re perfectly fine, especially now that they’ve established connection with their home,” Nova concluded.

“But they haven’t. They could have sent the message, yes, but they have yet to hear anything back. For all any of us know their home could still think they’re dead,” Sophia said.

“And they are young. They will still need guidance until we are fully assured that they indeed have a full, stable connection with the rest of their people,” Abraham pointed out. “Besides, it is not as if the city is under any danger! I’m sure we can manage a little more if her majesty is to be gone a little longer.”

“Well...” Kai said. I turned to him with a puzzled expression. Has a threat occurred? A rival tribe seeking war? “They are technically actively seeking after the queen.” The council stared up at Kai as panic seemed to have overcome the council. “They know that she is here, that she was sent here.”

“They know the location of the city?” Victoria asked. “Why do they wish to find the queen? I thought you said that her majesty has already spoken with them-”

“Not her as in the queen who remains in Eclipsa. They are seeking her as in Y/N, an old friend, who remains on the ground,” Kai clarified. Both a confusion and relief surrounded us.

“Well, we still need to find a solution. What if they follow all the clues and it leads right here to the city. What if they attack, thinking we’re holding her captive. Or if they feel offended that we did not trust them to know that she’s alive?” Abraham said.

“Then let them find her,” Damien said as we all gave him a surprised and puzzled look. “Just don’t let them know that you’re the queen or the “masked madam” or whatever they called you. If they find you, and already know that you’re alive, then they’ll stop searching.”

I nodded, it wasn’t too bad of an idea. “But then she’ll need to hold up a double identity,” Sofia said.

“I’ve done it before,” I shrugged.

“At ease,” I said as I walked by the guard. Kai walked with me down into the cells where they kept the innocents they had captured. They’d soon be forced into labor if they weren’t simply killed off. “Do you have the keys?” I asked Kai as I held my hand out. He handed the ring of keys to me as I began to unlock the first chamber. However, I immediately withdrew as I heard the door open and footsteps descend from the stairs. I handed the key to the prisoner, telling them to hide it. Indra revealed herself, holding a torch to light the dark pathways.

“What are you two doing down here?” she asked.

“Rumours had been spread of a revolt, a lousy attempt to gain their freedom back. Just wanted to make an example, be sure that they knew what would happen if they were to even speak of such things again,” I said. Behind my back I had slit my wrists so blood would trail along the blade of my dagger. I hid my arm behind me, out of Indra’s sight as I showcased the dagger with a smug smile on my face.

Indra’s smirk flashed into a grin as she let out a small, confident laugh. “This is why you are my right hand girl, top warrior and leader of our forces,” she stated with pride. “Well then, I suppose I should leave you to it. I should go check the other fighters. A sickness must be sweeping the village. It seems as though almost all my best soldiers have suddenly felt ill, so take it easy,” she said before she returned up the stairs. I didn’t let my act down until I heard the shutting of the door echo through the walls. I looked at Kai as I gestured for Kai to check the staircase and make sure the coast was clear. A sigh of relief left me as Kai returned, sending me a nod of approval. I bandaged my wrists up as Kai freed the prisoners. My heart raced, but I had made up my mind. It was for the greater good. Still, the blood would forever be on my hands.

“I can do it,” I said. And so it was settled.

The Nobles left. I greeted them all a farewell and saw them out of the palace walls. As I walked down the halls to my study, I had two voices following me around. It was as if a devil and an angel sat on each of my shoulders. If only, I knew which was which.

“Are you sure about this?” Nova asked, shoving the door I had just tried to shut on her open. Kai followed in after her, although rather than stand in the middle of the room, he took a seat in one of the chairs in front of my desk and made himself comfortable, propping his feet up on my desktop.

“It’s already been settled,” Kai and I said in unison. I pushed Kai’s feet off my desk as I went to sit down in my chair.

“Has it though? Has it really? Because we still don’t have a plan for what to do once they do establish connection to your ark!” Nova said as she crossed her arms.

“The ark. It isn’t mine. I don’t own it,” I said with a scoff.

“Your ark, the ark, who cares? But I’m being serious!” Nova argued and whined, stomping her foot as she pouted.

“When are you not?” Kai mocked as he fumbled around with the pen he stole from me. “We’ll figure it out.” I leaned over the desk to pluck the pen out of Kai’s fingers and put it back in the jar that he took it from.

“We’ll figure it out? When? When it’s too late?” Nova persisted. Kai let out a grumbled breath as I laughed at the way the two interacted. “Have you considered the risks? Do you realize what you are doing? Have you forgotten what is on that ship? Who is on that ship?” I gave her a warning look. “What they did to you?” I rolled my eyes at her. “Why are you so insistent on helping them?” Nova asked.

“Maybe because she fell in love with the leader,” Kai laughed. My eyes widened at his remark as Nova took in a gasp so deep that if she were to exhale, she could cause a tornado. I shot Kai a glare. “With him, she’s almost like that teenage girl we knew three years ago.”

“Kai,” I said in a warning tone.

“But is it true?” Nova asked. She showed sympathy. She should have been angry with me, furious. She has to be annoyed with the situation! But sympathy?

“No,” I answered, “I fell in love with a man three years ago. I never fell out of love with him.” I barked, standing up from my seat. “But that is not who came to the ground,” I stated as if it were as simple as saying the sun was bright.

“Well, regardless we still need to go back. They’re like mice running around in the sky; they don’t know what they’re doing,” Kai said as he stood from his-my chair.

“Their well-being never should have been a priority to us nor should it be now,” Nova argued. “Y/N doesn’t even seem like she wants to help anymore anyway!”

They stared at me, awaiting for my response as my eyes widened. “Well,” Kai asked, “do you?” I sat there dumbfounded. “Do you wish to return?”

The answer seemed clear to me. My mind screamed at me to say no. I knew that my feelings for Bellamy could lead to my foolishness. My weakening confidence could lead us down a dangerous path. I was aware that I saw that the risk of pain was not worth the risk of love, but it had always seemed worth the safety of my people. I still see it that way. But the question was no longer if it was worth it. The question seemed as though it was one of who my people were, who do I stand with?

My head was a mess, and my heart was no better. I felt confused and lost. As if I was overcome with emotion, yet I also felt a certain numbness. Although the situation that caused it was new, the feeling was not. There was a nostalgia behind it, though this feeling had not come to me since I had first landed three years ago. I knew if I returned now, my busy mind dancing with my overwhelmed heart would lead to stupid actions.

Because of this, it only confused me more when my answer of no came out as a “Yes.”

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Empress Part 8

Summary: You’re apart of the 100. You’re very bad-ass and don’t take shit from no-one. However, the longer you’re on earth, the more complicated things become.

Ship: Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader, Dimitri!Grounder x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, crying, angst, swearing, minor smut, fighting,mentions of abuse, blood, gore, etc.

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. i realize not all of this is side by side accurate to the show, bare with me. i hope you enjoy!

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First P.O.V

Trevor glances up at me with a haunting smirk. His eyes are so dark, they don’t look like the irises of the boy I’ve grown to know. They don’t look the same, nor are they far from his own. Murphy’s been whispering in his ear. That little snake. “Trevor, hun. You don’t need to do this.” I say in a warm tone. He’s weak around me which unsettles me more. I can control him but I”m not sure about Murphy. The older boy smirks at me before tutting. “Don’t move, (Y/n). our beef isn’t with you. Just sit there and look pretty and we want have a problem.” I sigh at my constant need to disobey. “You know I can’t. Look, Blake’s an ass. No doubt about it. And it kills me to say it but we need him. Murphy, I don’t blame you for how you were treated but the choices you make who you are. They are manacles. Weights for you to bare alone. Don’t let this be one of them.”

I can tell my words have an effect on him that only lasts a moment before he smirks up at me with a sly smile. “You’d be a good diplomat. Almost had me with those pretty eyes-” he says, waving his gun around absentmindedly. It makes my stomach flip with nerves. “You move, princess, and I won’t hesitate.” Trevor’s jaw drops. Threatening me was not apart of their plan. “MURPHY!” Trevor gawks, disgusted by his betrayal. “Go grab the rope and tie her up. Fofill some fantasies while you’re at it.” The young boys cheek turn a heavy pink with embarrassment while Bellamy and I recoil in disgust. I don’t even realize how close Murphy is to me until I feel him wrap his hand around my throat, knocking me down to my knees with a painful blow. “Stop!” Bellamy shouts with a voice of urgency.

I try not to flinch under Murphy's burning grip that only seems to tighten. “Have I hit a nerve, Blake?” Murphy accuses, wild eyes shifting between him and I. Why would I mean anything to him? I can’t help but wonder. Before I can even find the answer, the older boy yanks my head by my hair, jamming the front of the revolver into the side of my throat. “Get on the stool or I blow her brains out.” Though Trevor and Bellamy want to fight back, they are no match for a gun. He digs the head of the weapon further in and I can’t help but choke, an innate reaction. Bellamy grabs the noose before glancing at me with a knowing look. Help is coming. His eyes seem to scream. “So what do plan on doing after I’m dead?” He ties the noose, idling by. He’s stalling. Murphy shrugs, absentmindedly, admiring the sight of Blake about to hang himself.

“Once you’re dead, things will fall into place. Maybe we finally put a leash on your little princess.” I know I should stay quiet but I can’t help myself. “I’m no one’s property bitch.” He chuckles darkly, barely focusing on me and my feeble attempt to hurt his ego. His eyes never seem to leave Bellamy as he finishes tying the noose. “Get on the chair.” Murphy commands eyes wild with vengeance. My gaze never leaves the Blake boy. There’s a shift in him, a change that I can’t name until I look into his brown irises: fear. I know it all too well because that’s how I’ve looked my whole life. It’s strange to see yourself in someone else. He steps up slowly, hands shaking as he does so. And before I even know it Murphy kicks the chair out from under him. Without thinking I yelp in fear, clutching my mouth at the sad sight that laid before me.

I almost forgot the lack of grip around my neck and knock Murphy down to the ground with a loud thud. “Fucking, bitch!” He screams back at me before knocking my knees to floor with his thighs. I’d find the interaction attractive if I actually thought Murphy was appealing but he’s not. He wraps his hands around my throat again, squeezing I flinch and recoil, forgetting all my training. The action reminds me too much of him. When I try to push him off, his grip tightens and my vision blurs. All of a sudden, I grasp and heave, taking in as much air as my body can allow. Through blurry eyes I can see Trevor push Murphy down. He holds him for a minute but he’s not big or strong enough to keep him centered. I try to get up but I’ve yet to even catch my breath before Murphy gets up and pulls the trigger Trevor’s head falls to the ground with an abrupt and haunting thud.

I tear my gaze away from the blood that’s already starting to stain the tiles. Though it’s a horrible thought, I can’t let another face haunt my dreams. Another loud crack of a whip irrupts from above and I can’t help but sigh relief at the sigh of Bellamy, noose free. Octavia holds him close while Jasper aids me up. “Bellamy...” I mutter softly but am soon wrapped in his arms. His embrace is warm and soothing, almost enveloping me in a layer of heat. “I thought I lost you..” Bellamy’s voice rumbles deep within his chest, cracking at the ends. He pulls away far too quickly than I’d like before examining my body. He takes my face in his large calloused hands. They fit nicely, more than I’d like to admit. “Are you hurt?” Where else did he get you-” He traces the outline of where Murphy’s hands were. “That son of a bitch.. When I get my hands on him-” His eyes grow dark with blood lust and I can’t help but catch his palms in my own, pulling him out of his stupor.

“Bellamy.. I’m okay.” His chocolate brown eyes shoot up to meet mine, surprised by something as simple as a name change. “Don’t get use to it, Blake.” I pull his arms away from me and notice Clarke and Finn enter, looking broken, bloody and disheveled. Bellamy is hot on my tail, his gaze never really leaving me for long despite Clarke’s immediate attention. “We need to leave now.” she says, looking worn out and tired, but alert nonetheless. “The grounders are coming.” Bellamy puffs out his chest in detest, reeking of toxic masculinity. “No, we should stay and fight.” I can’t help but scoff. “There’s no way in hell we’d survive. They’e proven to us a thousand times, if not more, how cruel and tactile they can be! They put fucking poison in Murphy to leve the playing field for war. We’ve seen their loyalty, their drive. They will rip us apart. We need to leave the camp now.”

“NO!” Bellamy barks back and I try not to flinch at the sound. “We can’t just run away from everything we’ve worked so hard for! This is our home!! We need to flight for it!!” I can’t help but groan, down right tired and irritable. I grab his shoulders and jerk him into direction off the youngest 100 members. “Will you let them die?! Do you honestly think they can fight?! Bellamy-” The name change and softer tone take him by surprise. “We can’t have a home if there’s nobody to help make one.” I push Clarke and Finn to start packing while I head out for food and scout the perimeter. I don’t let anyone accompany me, can’t have more causalities or blood on my hands no matter how dark that sounds. I trace out a trail leading up norther into the cooler lands that seem to cascade along the forest.

As I draw nearer into what feels like the mountain tops, a loud ruckus irrupts from over the treeline. Resting my stuff against the tree, I crouch low to the ground and cover my face with my cloak. I watch as some of Lincoln's clan fights another. The biggest distinction is that they sport a bright blue bandanna around their right arms, just below their armpits. Dimitri’s clan. Hope and fear play an equally strong roll with my emotions. I hope to see his face once more for what could be my last. But I also fear that it could be him fighting amongst the sea of warriors. All of a sudden, one of the grounders knocks a blue man to the side before more men surround him, foam practically forming at their mouths. His golden blonde hair, now bare for the world too see. Dimitri. My heart drops and I don’t think, just react.

I shoot two arrows into the nearest grounders thighs before jumping up to fight two more, taking them down with ease. When I turn around, Dimitri’s sword is right up to my throat. I rip off the top of my cloak so nobody can see my face, just my irises, the gaze he told me he loves. His muscles shift his eyes flicker. We go back to back, two powerful beings paving a a road to something much much stronger. Dimitri and I move as one, an undeniably perfect flow. We are stronger than any current. I dodge the attacks as best I can, even pushing Dimitri out of the way when a knife scrapes up against my thigh. I hiss in pain but never stop moving. When the rest of the grounders are dead, Dimitri and his sun blue army flock around us, observing me suspiciously. All except for three of them whom I assume are Ruker, Sloane and Dante. The two wave at me while Ruker nods in respect or approval.

Some of them gawk at me altogether. Surprised to see a living sky person. Ruker nods at me again befoore leading the fifteen of them back to their camp. Dimitri hesitates. But once they’re at a save distance, he takes my hands in his, closing the distance. “Thank you for protecting, princessa. As well as my people.” I can’t help but smile. “It was nothing-” I shrug nonchalantly, shifting off my hurt thigh. “I hope to see you again. I’m moving my people away from the clans. So I’m not sure when I’ll see you again.” I admire his features while I can before pulling away. “Goodbye, Dimitri.” he tugs my arm ever so slightly. “Wait-” Before I can distance myself, make the pain hurt less, he tugs down my handkerchief and smashes his lips onto mine. I nearly fall back at the passion he provides.

It takes me a minute to realize where it’s coming from. He’s afraid he won’t see me again. I pull him in close, touch his chest, waist, shoulders, everything I can get my hands on to remember him. I try to feel all of him before it’s too late. When he pulls away, we both catch our breathe’s and I can’t help but shiver under the warm air that seems to fall down my face and shoulders. Our noses graze and I don’t want to let go of such an intimate moment. It might be my last. “I love you.” I mutter against his lips, honestly. I can already see myself dying a thousand different ways and every one of them I regret not telling Dimitri how I really feel towards him. He needs to know just in case. His eyes widen at my confirmation.

But what takes me by surprise is how certain he is. “I love you, too, princessa.” He pulls me in for one more passionate kiss before I pry myself from his warm embrace and return back to my people. It may be the last time I feel his touch. The thought alone makes me shudder with fear. Just as I’m starting to breathe again, death seems to loom over my shoulder. Just as I cross over the last treeline, a large body pushes me up against the tree with a loud thud. “Time to start praying princess because the only person on your side right now is God.” Bellamy glares down at me.

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Thunder Storm - THE 100 REWRITE Chapter Six

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Summary: With Finn on the verge of death, a knife into his chest and Raven struggling to get in touch with the Ark through the radio she put together, things are stressful for everyone involved. Clarke desperately awaits the help of her mother to save Finn’s life, hiding her feelings for him in front of Raven.

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Warnings: The 100 season 1 spoilers (specifically episode 7 “Contents under pressure”), thunder, angst, tension, life or death situation, stabbing wound, knife, blood, arguments, Fuck boy Finn,

I’m gonna say this now : every problem Clarke and Raven ever had with each other was because of Finn once he was gone boom everything was fine I don’t like Finn

A violent storm had been raging for quite a while now, driving rain crashing against the walls of the dropship, turning the outside ground into a muddy mess that was difficult to navigate, and confined the teenagers inside the ship. The wind was blowing threatening to blow away the sheet hanging up at the entrance of the dropship, held back by a few boys in the group. Concerned and not really knowing what to do at the moment, Clarke was standing there, looking outside at the thunderstorm, strands of her blond wavy hair flying in her back because of the wind, blood staining her skin. It was Finn’s blood. He was still in a life-or-death situation and until Raven was able to contact the ark so Clarke could have her mother’s support to help save the boy, she couldn’t do anything and she cared for him so she wouldn’t try anything if she wasn’t sure it would have a favorable outcome for him. Michelle looked at her best friend from inside the dropship and walked up to her, the sound of her steps silenced because of the thunder. She glanced outside; you couldn’t even see through the rain falling it was an eerie sight. Michelle stood beside Clarke and patted her shoulder softly. The blonde glanced at her after taking a deep breath, hearing Raven’s voice in the back as she kept trying to reach the Ark and she shot a tight smile at her childhood friend. The both of them then turned around and walked to Raven.

“This is Raven Reyes calling the Ark Station. Please come in.” She repeated an umpteenth time. She was getting desperate and the current settings didn’t help. They weren’t only stressed out by the storm going on but also because of Finn’s critical state and without Abigail’s help, Clarke wouldn’t be able to do much. “Can anyone hear me?”

“Sure you have the right frequency?” A girl by her side asked.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” She responded aggressively, clearly annoyed.

“Raven. You can do this. Okay?” Clarke told her quietly before turning around, followed by Michelle as she went back near where Finn was lied down, unconscious, the dagger still in his body, a tissue surrounding it to catch the blood. Clarke unrolled it from around the blade and replaced it with a clean out to avoid any infection or such. Clarke and Michelle raised their eyes and exchanged a concerned and ancious look with Raven. They had to reach the Ark, there was no other option and it was getting hopeless.

“Calling Ark Station. Come in.” Raven persisted. “Ark Station… Are you there? Please come in. Repeat, calling Ark Station. The Hundred are alive. Can anyone hear me?”

“This is a restricted channel.” A voice then finally responded to her longing call. “Who is this? Please identify yourself.”

“Th- this is Raven Reyes.” Clarke and Michelle stood by her sides while everyone listened. “I’m from Mecha Station. I’m transmitting from the ground. The Hundred are alive. Please, you need to get Dr. Abby Griffin. Dr. Abby Griffin. Now.”

“Hang on, Raven. We’re trying to boost your signal.”

“Raven. Are you there?” It was Abby’s voice. Raven looked up at Clarke and let her approach the microphone on the table. She was a bit hesitant but eventually pressed the buttong as she bent over.

“Mom? Mom, it’s me.”

“Clarke?” She said after a few seconds of silence, she was probably shaken to hear her daughter’s voice. Michelle bit the inside of her cheek. She would have liked to talk to her own mother but now was not the time to make such demands, the life of Finn was on the line.

“Mom, I need your help. One of our people was stabbed by a Grounder.”

“Clarke, this is the Chancellor. Are you saying there are survivors on the ground?” Jaha’s voice came up over the radio.

“Yes.” She said firmly. “The Earth is survivable. We’re not alone.” There was a silence, so she insisted. “Mom, he’s dying. The knife’s still in his chest.”

“Clarke, is my son with you?” Jaha wondered while Abby’s response wasn’t heard. Clarke who started to walk back and forth, fidgeting her fingers, stopped in her tracks and slowly shook her head. “I’m so sorry. Wells is— Wells is dead.”

“I’m gonna talk you through it step by step.” Abby declared over the radio. Clarke stood by Finn, looking down at him, waiting for the instructions. “Clarke— To get to Medical.”

“What?” She yelled when her mother’s words became criptic noises, the signal being beaten up by the storm outside. “Raven, what’s wrong?”

“It’s not the radio. It’s the storm.” Another great news. The storm was messing with the radio, but they hoped it would be fine to go through this whole saving Finn thing. After a minute, Octavia came into the dropship holding two cylindrical metal bottle and came up to Clarke. The blonde grabbed the one she held out to her and smelled inside seemingly not knowing what it was at first and she winced, looking back at Octavia.

“Ugh. Monty’s moonshine.”

“Pretty sure no germ could survive it.” As they talked, they looked around with a start. The wind howled threateningly, thunder crashing outside, it was hell.

“The storm’s getting worse.” Clarke stated.

��Monroe, close the doors.” Michelle then requested to the ginger standing nearby. The latter looked at her and then at Clarke.

“We still have people out there.”

“Monty and Jasper aren’t back yet.” Octavia added. “Neither is Bellamy.”

“All right, they’ll find somewhere to ride it out.” Clarke concluded.

“One suture needle.” Raven approached Clarke, handing a tiny needle out to her.

“Great.” She grabbed it in between her fingers. “I still need something to close the wound.”

“There’s some wire I use for tents.” Octavia said.

“Let’s see it.”

“Stay away from the blue wires. I rigged it to the solar cells on the roof.” Raven warned Octavia as she walked away to get the said wires for later. “That means they’re hot. You got that?”

“Yeah, got it.” Octavia carelessly responded without glancing at the mechanic. Clarke cleaned her hands in a bucket filled up with the liquor Bellamy’s little sister brought inside and turned to Finn.

“Tell me you can do this.” Clarke raised her eyes to Raven and she swallowed silently. She had to successfully do this whole thing or he would die.

“Hey, they’re back.” Someone yelled from the entrance fo the dropship, pulling the sheet to the side, letting Bellamy, Jasper and Monty walk inside.

“Is that a Grounder?” Another teenager asked as they all saw the two best friends behind Bellamy carrying a tall man across the room and dumped it there. He was blindfolded and apparently unconscious.

“What the hell are you doing?” Octavia inquired, juming off the ladder leading to the upper floor.

“It’s time to get some answers.” Bellamy retorted.

“Oh, you mean revenge?”

“I mean intel. Get him upstairs.” He then instructed to a few guys by his side.

“Bellamy, she’s right.” Clarke turned to him but there was no time to discuss this, the voice of Abby came back over the radio and she looked behind.

“Clarke, honey, we’re ready. Can you hear me?” Despite the little time they had on their hands, she still tried to talk him out of holding a Grounder hostage inside the dropship but Michelle knew that Bellamy wasn’t the kind to listen when he wanted something and as she thought, he disagreed with her and went off with the Grounder. Clarke turned back to Finn and her gaze briefly met Michelle’s and she sighed, walking up to the wounded on the table. They were thinking the same thing, Bellamy was not worth losing the chance to save Finn’s life. They would deal with him later.

“The balde is at a shap upward angle, between the sixth and seventh ribs.” Clarke started telling her mother.

“Okay, how deep?”

“Well, I can’t tell how deep it goes.”

“That’s all right. Don’t remove the knife yet.” Abby therefore instructed while Clarke applied some more liquor on her hands. She then held out the bottle to Raven who walked back and forth anxiously.

“Hey. Here, sterilize your hands.” Raven removed her gloves and feverishly grabbed the bottle, taking a long sip of it before pouring it onto her hands. Michelle then took the bottle herself and did the very same, in case Clarke needed her to hold or touch something, she had to be ready as well.

“Clarke, do you see any fluids?”

“Get out of my face!” Someone suddenly yelled behind them. Two young len of the group were arguing in the back.

“Shut the fuck up.” Michelle spat and at the same moment, a third came came and made them step back.

“Clear the room.” Clarke asked Michelle and Raven. It would be much easier for her to perform the surgery if there wasn’t anyone starting fights around which could jeopardize the whole process.

“Everyone, upstairs. Now. Let’s go.” Raven then ordered, clapping her hands.

“Hurry, get moving.” Michelle added.

“He feels a little warm.” Clarke told her mom, her hand resting on Finn’s forehead while everyone was climbing up the ladder. The moment she talked about Finn’s state of health, Raven looked at her with a concern that wouldn’t leave her eyes.

“That’s all right. Fever sometimes accompanies the trauma.” Abby reassured over the radio. “Clarke, I need you to tell me if there is any fluid leaking from the wound.”

“Uh…” Clarke bent over. “No.”

“Pleural membrane’s intact. That’s good. It’s actually really good. He got lucky.”

“Hear that?” Raven leaned on the table he was lying on and a smile shone on her face as she looked down at him, addressing him even though he was unconscious. “You got lucky.” Clarke had a tight smile, still bothered by the fact that Finn seduced her when he already had someone else. Michelle would have put her hand on Clarke’s back or shoulder if she didn’t have to keep her hand sanitized with the alcohol.

“Okay, Clarke. Firm grip on the knife. You’re gonna need to angle it upward and to the left very slightly as it exits the rib cage.”

“How very slightly?” She asked, holding her hand up in front of her.

“Three milli--. Clarke?”

“Wait, what was that ? You dropped out.”

“Clarke? Three millimeters. Got it?”

“Yeah, okay, I got it. Here it goes.”

“Steady hand, Clarke.” Abby insisted. “You’ve assisted me on trickier procedures than this. And once that knife out, the hard part is over.”

“You got this, Clarke.” Michelle gave her a reassuring smile when suddenly, they all looked to the sound when a rumbling sound of a lighting disturbed the quiet of the rain.

“All right. Extracting now.” She bent over once again, bringing one hand to the handle of the knife, and the other on Finn’s skin, proceeding to take it out but Finn suddenly moaned in pain, moving.

“He’s waking up.” Raven cried out.

“Hold him still.” Raven and Michelle grabbed him and held him down so she could get the knife out of him. “Finn. I’m gonna get that knife out of you, okay?”

“Good plan.” He articulated, now awake.

“Finn, you can’t move. You got it?” He nodded. “Okay. Here it goes.”

“Nice and slow, Clarke.” Abby spoke up calmly. The situation was tensed. Clarke pulled the knife out carefully and as she almost got it out of his chest, there was another rumbling, and the dropship was shaken by something that hit one of the walls from the outside which made the three around the table lose balance and fall, even Finn rolled over the table.

“Clarke?” Abby called over the radio, panick in her voice. “You all right? Clarke? Clarke?” Michelle slowly sat up, wincing. She’d surely had a couple bruise on her after this, but it was fine, they were all fine. She looked up and saw her friend standing there, the knife in her hand, staring at Finn on the floor, his hand on the bleeding wound. She got the knife out. “What happened? Clarke?”

“It’s out!” Raven exclaimed. “She did it.” Michelle noticed the smile of relief that was on her face quickly faded when she looked at her alleged boyfriend, topless and blood all over his chest, lying on the floor of the drop ship, and Clarke, staring at him. She mentally sighed upon seeing this because she knew this whole situation with the three of them would only be trouble and annoyance.

Clarke let out a sigh as she sewed shut Finn’s injury after cleaning the blood. “Okay. I’m done.”

“Good. Do you have anything to cover the wound?”

“We’ll make do.” Clarke said, shaking her head like her mother could see her reaction. “Like always.”

“Should he be pale? Warm too.” Raven wondered, pressing a wet towel on his forehead.

“He lost a lot of blood, Raven. But if your boyfriend’s anywhere near as tough as you, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” While her mother talked to the young woman, Clarke looked away and brought her hand to his collarbone and touched his skin.

“Wait, Mom. She’s right. He’s feverish.” She frowned. “His breathing is uneven.”

“Give him some time to recover. Let me know if it gets any worse, but I think he might just be out of the woods.”

“Down here, there’s nothing but woods.” She retorted, tensed up despite successfully removing this life-threat of a knife. “I need a break.”

“Clarke?” Abby called out to her but the blonde stood up from the stool she was sitting on when she sewn up Finn’s wound and she stood up, taking a few steps away. “Clarke, wait. Raven, Michelle, uh, could you give us a few minutes?”

“Sure, Doc.” Raven immidietaly replied.

“No.” Clarke argued. “No. Stay with Finn.”

“Clarke?” Michelle called out to her as she climbed up the ladder to the upper floor and after a glance at Raven, she followed her friend up.

“Get the hell out of my way.” Clarke spat at some guy who came blocking her from getting further in the room. Stepping through the hatch, Michelle went to stood behind her.

“It’s okay. Let her through.” The guy then turned his head to Michelle after Clarke walked past him and Bellamy spoke up again. “Her too.”

“Well, if he didn’t hate us before, he does now.” Clarke declared to Bellamy after observing the Grounders, tied to the walls, his arms stretched to the sides, his face absolutely covered in blood. Bellamy gave a look at the huge guy trapped in the room and grabbed both of the girls by their arms, dragging them away.

“Who cares?” He stopped and turned his head to Clarke. “How’s Finn?”

“Alive.” She responded, looking at him dead in the eyes. He eventually let go of their arms and Clarke jumped back on the hostage subject. “His people will care. How long until they figure out where he is? And what happens when they do? I mean, when they come looking for him?”

“They will, Bellamy.” Michelle added.

“Relax, the soldier and princess. No one saw us take him.” He shook his head. “He was chained up in that cave the entire time… and thanks to the storm, we didn’t see a sould on the way back.”

“Yeah, last time we thought we were alone in the woods, they were actually tracking us down, so I wouldn’t be—” She was cut off by another loud rumbling outside and she sighed as he opendd a small notebook.

“Look, in case you missed it, his people are already killing us.” On the pages he showed them, there was a drawing of the front of their camp and on the other, a hundred vertical lines for the hundred of them with already a dozen of them crossed out. “How many more of our people need to die until you both realize we’re fighting a war?”

“Look, we’re not soldiers, Bellamy.”

“I’ll step out of that statement.” Michelle joked in a low voice, joining her hands in front of her, innocently looking around when she felt their gazes on her. It wasn’t a time for jokes and sarcasm, but she figured it wouldn’t harm anyone, especially given how he always called her a soldier and Clarke just said they weren’t, it was a necessary sarcastic comment to make she thought. Clarke quickly moved on anyway and glanced at the Grounder. “Look at him. We can’t win.”

“You’re right. We can’t if we don’t fight.” He insisted, slowly pronouncing each word.

“Clarke! He’s seizing!” Raven suddenly called her, panicking downstairs as she was left alone with their convalescent peer.

“On my way.” She rushed down the ladder, and after Michelle’s head disappeared through the hole, Bellamy closed the hatch.

“He was fine—”

“Get my mother on the radio, now.” Clarke ordered as she quickly went to Finn’s side. The young woman that was Raven was frightened by seeing her boyfriend in such a state. “Raven, now!”

“The radio’s dead. Interference from the storm.” She yelled in turn but her voice went softer, worry in her eyes, she begged Clarke. “Please, don’t let him die.”

“Michelle, hold his legs.”

“On it.” She jogged to the table and pinned down Finn’s legs while her and Raven held his arms in place. Without her mother’s help, Clarke doubted she could figure out what to do and what was happening. None of them knew what to do to make this all calm down. Finn was grunting less and less loud until it eventually stopped. Michelle, Clarke and Raven loosened their grip onto him, looking at Clarke. A white foam was escaping from his lips, slowly.

“It stopped. Quick, help me get him on his side.” While Michelle reacted immiediately and was about to help turn him around, Raven was just standing there, and Clarke had to raise her voice at her to snap her out of her thoughts. “Raven, there’s fluid in his lungs. He could choke, quick.” They then placed him on his side and Clarke touched his forehead to check his body temperature and it wasn’t good. “God, he’s burning up.”

“Fluid in his lungs? That means the knife—”

“No.” She cut off Raven. “This isn’t blood, it’s something else. I- I did everything she told me. Wait, I’ve seen this before… Shortness of breath, fever, seizing. It’s poison.”

“Clarke, you sterilized everything.” Raven was confused. “I watched you do it.”

“The blade was poisoned.” Michelle realized, starign at Clarke and the blonde nodded at her, her brows furrowed in distress.

“Stay here.” Clarke then said as she walked to a side table on which the knife rested in a plate. She picked it up and climbed up the ladder connecting the floors and Michelle went to grab a clean towel and even though it was gross, she wiped the foam off of Finn’s mouth, just to do something in the meantime Clarke went upstairs. Whatever the two girls that remained by the spacewalker’s side could do, it wasn’t enough to make anything improve and after a few minutes of not seeing Clarke come back, Finn’s state was going down once again.

“Clarke, he’s getting worse!” She yelled at her from below. Michelle passed her fingers through her thick and straight black hair, leaning on her hip with her hand. “What’s taking so long?”

“Go up, I’ll stay here in case he has another seizure.” Raven looked at Michelle and nodded and climbed up the ladder, joining Clarke on the third floor where they kept the Grounder. Michelle took care of wiping Finn’s mouth as the foam flowed from his lips and she kept him on his side.

After getting the Grounder to show them the cure for the poison on the balde of the knife, Raven and Clarke came down and the blonde poured the liquid of a little vial into Finn’s mouth. He was even paler than before but it would get better now that he had the antidote.

“How do we know if it works?” Raven wondered with a soft voice, looking down at her boyfriend.

“We’ll know when he wakes up.” Clarke replied, putting back the vial’s cap on. “He’ll need water when he does. Do you mind?”

“Sure.” Raven walked away and climbed up. Michelle, leaning on a wall with her arms crossed, she watched her leave the room. It was nice now that it was calmer. The storm outside had almost stopped, there were no more loud rumblings shaking the whole dropship. Silence was nice after so much panick and tension. Michelle stared at her childhood best friend and now that Raven was out, her face slowly twisted, wincing in pain. She frowned and walked up to her and the blonde let her put her arm around her shoulders as she quietly sobbed, letting her hand fall on Finn’s chest.

“I can’t do this without you.” She cried before straightening up. Michelle comforted her with her presence but didn’t say a word. She wasn’t one to say she liked Finn and witnessing her best friend, her sister from another mother, get so upset over this boy, it hurt her. It hurt her that she was so attached to him after not even a couple weeks, and it made think of Murphy. She wasn’t in love with him, but she was worried of how he was doing all alone in the wild with the Grounders ready to kill every single one of them on sight. She worried he was dead but somehow, she didn’t believe so. He didn’t deserve to get killed by them all because he had wrongly been accused of a crime, hanged by the same people he thought were his. It wasn’t fair but it was what happened. She wouldn’t confide in Clarke about her thoughts on Murphy because she knew what her friend thought of him, and she also agreed on the fact that he was a jackass, but she couldn’t believe he was such a bad person deep down. Michelle blinked, snapping out her thoughts upon hearing a voice over the radio. She stopped staring into the void and her and Clarke turned their head over to the receiver. It was Abby, trying to initiate contact again.

“Clarke, can you hear me?” Clarke sat up, wiping away her tears.

“I’m here.”

“Oh, thank God. Is Michelle here too?” The latter smiled when she heard her mother’s best friend ask about her.

“I’m here too, Abby.” She could almost feel the sweet smile on Clarke’s mom’s face when she replied while stroking Clarke’s back, her other hand on her shoulder.

“The, uh, storm’s passing. How’s Finn doing?”

“I think he’ll be okay.” She declared with a trembling voice, as if she was mainly trying to convince herself that he was going to recover more than stating a fact to her mother.

“Oh, that’s thanks to you.” Abby assured, softly. “I’m so proud of you. Clarke, your father would be so proud too.” Michelle’s hand slipped off her friend’s back when she stood up and walked over to the radio on the table.

“Don’t talk about him.” She articulated.

“Clarke?” Abby sounded confused. “Baby, I know something else is wrong. Please tell me what it is.”

“Dad’s dead because of you.” She cried out. “You turned him in; I know it. Michelle knows it too. Wells told us everything before he—” She paused, wiping her nose and cheeks. “He let me believe that he did it, so that I’d hate him instead of you.”

“Clarke.” It was hard to talk about for Abby as well. She took a few seconds of silence. “Clarke, I want you to listen to me; That was never supposed to happen. Jaha was supposed to talk him out of it—”

“Oh, I’m done talking to you.” Clarke yelled, hitting the radio in frustration. Michelle rushed by her side and grabbed her hand. She stared at the transmission, tears blurring her clear eyes.

“It’s okay. Clarke.” Michelle let go of her friend’s hand and grabbed her shoulders to keep her in front of her and she then hugged her, stroking her back, letting her cry on her shoulder. “He’ll be okay.”

Michelle was sitting at the table on which was the radio. There was a constant buzzing sound since Clarke had disconnected it when she hit it earlier and the young woman was staring at it, biting her lips, having an internal discussion with herself. She was hesitant to get the signal back and try to reach out to her mother to speak to her. She missed her so much, but she was a little bitter, remembering when she got sedated after she got out solitary confinement and her mother was one of the last faces she saw before waking up in the dropship. She realized she had been sitting in silence, staring at the radio for a moment when everyone came back down and she turned on the chair to pretend she was just bored and doing nothing because of it. Most didn’t even glance at her but when Clarke came down to check on Finn, Michelle stood up.

“He’s been asleep the whole time. I think he’s done with the seizures. He’s recovering. You did it.” She praised her best friend to cheer her up a little.

“Did you talk to your mom?” She wondered in a soft voice and pursed her lips as Michelle shook her head, shrugging.

“I’ll talk to her later. I didn’t feel like it just now.” She assured before stepping out of the dropship to enjoy the after-storm sun piercing through the clouds. She watched everyone busy themselves around the camp, the mud drying under the sun’s heat.

“Hey.” Michelle turned around and saw Clarke walking out the dropship. She then started walking alongside the blonde across the camp, listening to the chatters as they cleaned up the mess left by the storm. It wasn’t so bad in the end. They would worry about the Grounder threat tomorrow.

“We’ll get it cleaned up.” Bellamy declared as Clarke and Michelle walked by him.

“I wish this was our only mess.” She replied, taking a few steps away.

“Clarke.” Michelle glanced at Bellamy, and so did he when they called out to her at the same time. He reached out for her hand and grabbed the huge screw she was holding in between her fingers. Michelle assumed they used it on the Grounders given the blood that stained it. He seemed to have wisen up since they saw each other on the last floor of the dropship, where they kept the Grounder hostage. He was calmer and looked at the two in the eyes.

“Who we are and who we need ot be to survive are very different things.”

“What are we gonna do with him?” She asked after a brif thoughtful silence and glanced at the dropship. “We can’t keep him locked up forever.”

“If we let him go, he’ll be back and not alone next time.”

“Okay, so what’s the plan, general?” Michelle taunted, keeping a straight face. He rolled his eyes and turned his face to her with a smirk.

“You’re the soldier. Come up with a strategy plan.” She scoffed and he turned his head to Clarke, pursing his lips. “Not easy being in charge, is it?”

Clarke and Michelle stood there together as he walked away, leaving the two of them alone. Maybe he wasn’t such a jackass. He could be nice and not so dumb.

[To be continued…]

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“your unbelievable.” he breathed out “sexy.”║B-B║

request: Ohh what about a Bellamy imagine where they're arguing and they end up kissing lol

requested by: anon ;)

pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader.

fandom: the 100.

warnings: kissing, fighting (with words LOL)

A/N: the first one about Bellamy and I adore him. ♥

you were in charge with Bellamy. Clarke gave you that position since she was away. In your, eyes Bellamy was making some pretty bold choices. you got him in eyesight and ran to him confronting him with them. you were born to be a leader just like Bellamy. that makes it not easier sharing this leadership. he was telling a girl what to do. “Bellamy,” you said shortly nodding at him. “Y/N;” his voice was rough. you could see he didn’t have much sleep. “look at you, you're not thinking clearly when you are tired.” he seemed offended and immediately attacked you with words “you are not even thinking straight when you got enough sleep. which you got a lot last night since you let me handle the grounder attack.” you laughed “because I handled the last two.” he waved the girl away. “I’m not sending five of our people to their death,” you whispered. he planned on spying on the grounders for a later attack. “and I’m not letting them kill more than five people in an unexpected attack.” he looked you in the eyes, having that typical glare. “you're unbelievable.” you ran of helping someone who was wounded.

“good morning, I just saw you did nothing about the hole in the wall.” you said with a smile on your face. “you can get your people to fix it.” Bellamy smiled back. “that stupid wall was your idea.” you said looking at it. “ that stupid wall saved your sorry ass more than once.”

“you are in my way!” you yelled as Bellamy hold you still. “so, what?” you stamped in his stomach. “can I pass now?” he stepped aside. “yes, you can.” he said with a groan.

This was not a good plan. you telling everyone to do that and Bellamy telling them 5 minutes later to do the complete opposite. leading up some doing what you told and the others what Bellamy said. “thanks, I will no longer need your help.” you smiled at the boy. he helped you dragging some heavy toolboxes. “weak at mind and physical level.” Bellamy grabbed a box and lifted it up like he had no trouble. “I’m impressed,” you said with a sarcastic tone.

you were avoiding Bellamy. he and you shouting bad things to each other for the past three days. everyone in camp being sick of it. “why are we still listening to people who can’t keep their sexual tension for after work?” Murphy yelled probably wanting the spot. “yeah.” a couple of people agreed. “this is nothing like sexual tension. I can’t stand the girl.” Bellamy was being childish. you took him apart and said, “you’re a man-child.” you swallowed knowing this conversation would turn in a fight again. “but about one thing Murphy was right.” he smirked. “the sexual tension?” You couldn’ believe him. “NO, about the why they still listening to us part.” you sighed. “we suck indeed.” he took your hand “what’s our problem?” you didn’t know that. at first, things went well. “I guess earth changed us.” you laughed “I guess it changed you.” making him laugh too. “still not at this part of our relationship where we nice to each other hu?” he came closer to you and then it happened. that one thing nobody would even think of. a make-out scene between Bellamy blake and Y/N L/N. “your unbelievable.” he breathed out “sexy.” finishing the sentence.

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Love, Bell (Part 21 of Pen Pals)

Author: @allthings-fantasy

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Word Count: 3251

Warnings: lil bell fluff, angst, language

Authors Notes: Officially back from hiatus with part 21 of pen pals! Just please remember after you read this that everything happens for a reason. There is an epilogue after this.. I would like to think I haven’t let you down yet and I don’t plan on starting now. ENJOY READING!

Part 20 Catch up on other parts here --> MASTERLIST

You sat in the middle of the bed, legs crossed, hands folded in your lap. Bellamy pulled a few more shirts from his drawer and stuffed them into his faded duffle bag. The two of you should be packing for your honeymoon cruise to the Caribbean, rather than what he was actually packing for. You weren’t mad at him, but you were disappointed, upset. You felt for Daniel the most. He was too young to understand where his daddy was going or why he wasn’t going to be home for a while.

“If you keep pouting like that, then I’m going to have to stay.” He smirked over at you, making your eyes drift up to meet his. Your bottom lip jutted out further until it touched your chin. Bellamy chuckled and shook his head, moving to sit on the bed beside you. “This isn’t the first time this happened, baby. I’ll be back. I already told you, Jaha said this is my last tour then my contract is up.” His arm moved around your shoulders to tug you against his chest, his chin coming to rest on top of your head. “Then we can go on that cruise.”

Reluctantly you sighed, giving him a small nod. “Just wish you knew how long you’re going to be gone.”

Bellamy’s smile at you was soft, that same smile that melted your heart every time you saw it. “I’ll be home before you know it, princess.” His head dipped to peck at your lips. “I’ll always come home to you.” He pressed his lips to yours again, lingering a little longer than this time.

You caved into him, leaning into his touch. The stubble on his chin scratched at your skin as his lips moved against yours. Bellamy’s hands moved to cup your cheeks, locking your lips to his. His weight shifted as he moved to climb on top of you.

Before your back even hit the mattress, a loud cry came from the baby monitor on the nightstand. A deep groan rumbled through Bellamy’s chest as he slumped down on top of you. “I’ll get him.” He pressed an opened mouthed kiss to the side of your neck before pushing himself up from the bed.

Now that Bellamy knew he was leaving, he was spending as much time as possible with Daniel. He didn’t voice it very often, but you knew he was struggling with the idea of leaving his son. You heard Daniel’s cry grow louder when he opened the nursey’s door. Running a hand over your face, you stood up and began walking down the hallway.

Bellamy stood in the middle of Daniel’s bedroom with the baby in his arms, one of his fingers in his mouth. “He’s teething… I think I feel two coming through.” You leaned against the doorway, smiling at your two boys. Even with Daniels eyes watery and cheeks turned patchy red, he was the cutest damn baby you’ve ever seen. The older he got the more freckles started to appear over his nose, every day he was looking more and more like his father.

“I ordered some teething rings for him on Monday, should be here by tomorrow.” The sound of your voice caused Daniel to lift his head to look at you. He pouted out his bottom lip, jutting his tiny arms out to you with a grunt.

How were you to resist that? Stepping further into the room, you grabbed Daniel and scooped him into your arms. Daniel immediately leaned his head into your shoulder before letting out a tiny cry. “Such a momma’s boy,” Bellamy scoffed.

You smirked at him and kissed Daniel’s forehead, ruffling his hair softly. “He loves his daddy too.”

Bellamy’s smile grew as the nestled both of you into his chest, giving each of you a kiss. “And I love both of you.”

The drive to the airport was the same as every other time. Silent, hand in hand, both of you just going through the motions. By this point you learned the more you talk the more you cry. Bellamy carried both his duffle bag and Daniel into the airport, despite you offering to carry the bag for him. No matter how many times you told Octavia she could come, she insisted that the three of you needed to say bye as a family, that she would see him when he gets home.

It was a Wednesday evening, so the airport was pretty dead. A few people carrying briefcases passed by once in a while, but nothing more than that. “Flight number 2301, boarding begins in fifteen minutes. Flight 2301, boarding begins in fifteen minutes.” An automated voice came over the speaker, signalling for Bellamy to start heading through security.

Bellamy gave Daniel a tight hug, cupping the back of his head to his chest. His eyes squeezed shut, pressing his lips tight to the top of Daniel’s head. It broke your heart to see Bellamy say goodbye to his son. These were precious months in a baby’s life, and he was going to miss them. “I love you both, so so much.” Bellamy’s other arm wrapped around you, squeezing you just as tight.

“Just come back to us.” You reached up on your tiptoes to kiss him, threading your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. “Please come back to us.”

He nodded before shifting Daniel into your arms. “You two are my family. I’ll always fight to come back to you.”

With your final goodbyes, you and your son watched at Bellamy walked down the corridor. You your bottom to keep it from trembling as tears stung your eyes. Just like every other time, it was unclear as to how long Bellamy would be gone. But he was your husband, the father of your child, he’d find his way back.

4 Months Later

“You’re gonna look so handsome today.” You turned at looked at Daniel, who was sitting in his highchair. Applesauce smeared across his face as he independently ate with his favorite bright green spoon. He released a loud giggle and nodded his head. Pulling out your phone, you aimed it at the cheeky kid in the highchair. “Smile for daddy.” Daniel opened his mouth, revealing a gap toothed smile. He was very proud of his six teeth.

Octavia and Raven helped plan a small gathering for Daniel’s first birthday. But knowing the two of them, plus your parents, he was going to be the most spoiled boy in history. You were beginning to wonder where you would have to put all the toys. “You finished eating?” His eyebrows raised before he eagerly nodded, dropping his spoon into his empty bowl. Grabbing a wet napkin, you wiped off his hands and mouth before lifting him out of the highchair and propping him onto your hip. “Let’s go get you changed. Aunt Octavia is going to be here soon.”

“O!” Daniel laughed as the two of you walked into his room. He was just starting to say mama, let alone Octavia. But Octavia was definitely one of his favorites, you swore sometimes he liked her more than you.

Sitting him down on his playmat, you opened Daniel’s closet. Last week you had purchased him a shirt specifically for his first birthday. It was grey with a big giraffe in the shape of a number one. About three months ago, Daniel discovered his love for giraffes, anything that had to do with the long necked animal, he had to have it.

A loud knock at the door caused Daniel’s head to whip up. “I think that’s Octavia!”

As you expected, Daniel hit the motherload on toys. Everyone’s okay with buying all these toys, but no one ever thinks about who has to clean them up! You made sure to take plenty of pictures during the party to send to Bellamy in your next letter. He was upset about missing Daniel’s birthday, but having pictures should make him feel better.

The birthday party was coming to a close, and people were beginning to leave. Octavia was running around the living room as you were cleaning up the empty cake plates left on the counter. “I just don’t understand how you’re doing so well with him all by yourself.” The shrill voice caught you off guard.

Turning your head to the side you saw your shrud Aunt Karen. No matter how much you begged your mother, you knew there was no avoiding inviting her. “I’m sorry?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you glared at her, tossing the plates into the trash.

She crossed her nimble arms across her chest and leaned against the counter. “Oh you know, raising a kid by yourself. You’re practically doing the whole single mother act. It has to be hard.” It took every ounce of willpower not to smack the fake eyelashes right off her face.

A scoff came from your chest before mocking her stance, crossing your arms and leaning against the counter. “Excuse you, but I am not a single mother. One, I am happily married. Two, I have loving friends and family who have helped me.”

Karen opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Octavia. “Is there a problem here?” She smiled sweetly at your aunt, but her eyes were threatening. Daniel sat upon on her shoulders, giving the top of her head a gentle pat.

Your aunt stifled a smile back at Octavia, unfolding her arms. “Oh no, dear. I was just saying goodbye to my niece that’s all.”

“Hmm, well it sure was nice having you here.” You had to cough in order to stop from laughing. Octavia shifted Daniel off of her shoulders and handed him to you. Karen barely made it out of the kitchen before Octavia stopped her again. “Oh and Karen?” She stopped for a moment and turned back to look at the two of you. “How’s your divorce going by the way?” That time you couldn’t keep the laugh contained. Karen’s cheeks turned a shade of bright red before quickly scuffling towards the door. Octavia shrugged and turned her attention back onto you. “I heard what she said to you, you didn’t deserve any of that. Besides, Bell will be back in no time.”

After your dispute with your aunt, the party died about an hour later. It was 6:00pm when the two of you were finally able to make it back to you apartment building. “Wanna check the mail?” You questioned before pulling the key from you pocket. Daniel let out a tiny yawn, but nodded anyways.

Opening the tiny PO box, you grabbed the stack of mail, shuffling through the papers. You handed Daniel a small ad paper to tear at while you looked. A smile tugged on your lips when you saw the handwriting on one of the white envelopes. “Daniel look! We got something from daddy.”

That caught your son’s attention. “Dada?” Smiling wider, you nodded and made your way to the elevator. The two of you slumped down onto the couch as you tore open the envelope. “I see!”

“You wanna see?” He nodded and sat up higher until he was able to look at the paper. “I’ll read it to you, okay?”

Dear Y/N and Daniel,

First of all, happy birthday, Daniel. I’m so sorry daddy wasn’t there for your first birthday, but I promise to be there for every single one after today. I love you and I can’t wait to see you. I’m ready to play zoo again till mom yells at us that we got to go to bed.

He’s getting so big from the pictures you’ve sent me. I can’t wait to get more. Being able to see him and you makes things get a little easier. I just want to be home, with the two of you. I miss you so much. I’m so sorry you have to go through all of this alone, princess. When I get back you’re not going to have to lift a single finger. I’m going to love you and Daniel so much the both of you are going to get sick of me.

I hope his birthday party went well. I can only imagine how many toys he got. I think we might need to think about a bigger place when I get back. Maybe a place where Daniel can have his own playroom and we can have a bigger bathroom. I think about a lot of things I want to do when I get home. How do you feel about getting a dog?

I know I’ve been gone awhile but I promise I’ll be home soon. Then I’m never leaving again. I love the both of you very much. I can’t wait to be home.

Love, Bell (Dad)

Bellamy’s POV

“Is that another letter from Y/N?” John’s voice pulled me out of the letter as he plopped down beside me

I nodded and handed over the stack of photos that Y/N sent me. There were pictures of the two of them, Octavia, Daniel’s birthday party, and him eating applesauce. No one could begin to guess the guilt I felt for leaving the two of them behind, for missing such important milestones in my kids life. I know Y/N is doing her best to document everything for me, but it just wasn’t the same. I was gone for almost 5 months at this point, and it was unclear as to when I was going to be able to come home.

“You gotta cute kid, obviously taking more after Y/N.” John smirked as I yanked the pictures from his hands.

“Watch it, cockroach.” I smirked and folded the letter back up and putting all the contents back in my envelope. The stack of pictures I’ve acquired has grown a decent size.

Murphy rolled his eyes. “Seriously? It’s been four years since I’ve gotten that nickname. Let it go.”

My mouth opened to last out another comeback when the flap to our tent whipped open. Both of our backs stiffened as we stood, acknowledging the presence of our Commander. Jaha folded his hands in front of him as he glanced between the two of us and another group of men sitting on the other side of the tent. “Men, tomorrow at first light, we are moving out to sector 23.”

“I thought sector 23 was a NO-GO zone? That it wasn’t secure for another month.” Murphy spoke up first. Everything that he said was on everyone else’s mind. Every time we’ve ever been over here, we were supposed to avoid sector 23 like the plague. Sure we were making process, but it wasn’t supposed to be cleared for another month.

Jaha’s jaw ticked while he glared at John. “I said we’re moving out, so we’re moving out. Are you questioning my authority over you, Private Murphy?”

John cleared his throat and shifted his weight between his feet. “No sir.”

The smirk on Jaha’s face was sadistic. “That’s what I thought. Lights out in an hour. We have a long day tomorrow.”

You were in the middle of making lunch for Daniel and you when your phone rang. Setting down the spoon, you pulled your cellphone from your back pocket. “Hello?”

“Hi, is this Y/N Blake? Wife of Bellamy Blake?” The deep voice on the other end of the line had your stomach twist into a knot. “Miss?” You swore you could feel your throat close.

“Uh, yes. This is she.” You were upset at how much your voice wavered. But then again, they’ve never called you before. And it’s been almost four weeks since you’ve heard anything from Bellamy. It was impossible not to have your brain quickly assume the worst. Weren’t they supposed to do this in person? Why were you only getting a call?

The man on the other end of the line cleared his throat. “Ma’am, I need to ask if you’re able to come down to the base office building today. There are some things that we need to discuss.”

You felt sick, physically gut churning sick. Your head started to nod, not trusting your voice, until you remembered he couldn’t see you. “I’ll be there in within the hour.” You didn’t wait for him to respond, you quickly ended the call and put your phone back down on the counter.

Wiping your hands under your eyes, you shut off the stove, letting the tomato soup turn cold. “Mama?” Daniel’s voice ringing out behind you reminded you that you’re not alone.

Plastering on whatever smile you could manage, you kissed the top of his head and picked him up out of his chair. “How about you visit grandma and grandpa for lunch? Grandma called the other day saying just how much she missed you.”

Of course your mother agreed to watch Daniel. She knew you were upset, but didn’t ask any questions. To be fair you didn’t even have any answers. Your mother’s house was further away than Octavia’s was, but you didn’t want to bother her with this if there was nothing to stress over.

The drive to the base was almost like a blur. It was impossible to make your eyes look okay, they were glossy, red, very obvious that you were crying. Walking up to the front counter, the woman at the front desk looked at you with a bewildered expression. “I got a call, about an hour ago, asking if I could come in to speak with someone. In regards to my husband, Bellamy Blake.”

Understanding flowed over her features, and for a moment you swore you saw pity. Her fingers typed something away on her keyboard before looking up at you again. “Nathan will see you now, down this hall, last room on the right.”

You gave her a curt nod and followed her directions. The office door was open but you still gave a small knock on the door. The man behind the desk lifted his head, giving you a tight lipped smile. “Mrs. Blake, please come in and have a seat.”

Stiffly, you walked into the small office, settling on the small chair opposite of his. “My name is Nathan Miller. I understand getting a call from me was pretty unsettling. I just wan-”

“Is my husband alive?” You really couldn’t sit across from this man and have a civil conversation, not when he was potentially going to tell you your husband is dead. You didn’t want sugar coated bullshit, you wanted the truth.

Nathan sighed and leaned back in his chair, prompting you to lean more forward. The sick feeling started to form in your stomach again. His facial expression was doing nothing calm your nerves. “We don’t know.”

You half scoffed, you were baffled, confused. “I’m sorry. Did you just tell me you don’t know if my husband, the father of my child is alive or not?” Your hands rested on the edge of his desk, squeezing until you knuckles turned white.

“Yes, ma’am.” He gave a small nod. There was that pity half smile again.

“Then what the fuck do you know?” The confusion in your veins was quickly replaced by anger. You weren’t sure what you were feeling right now, so many different things were flooding through your mind. Were you about to be a single mother? Were you never going to see your husband again?

“Your husband is missing, ma’am.”

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Down Below (Chapter 77)

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

Word Count: 3.3k words

Warning: swearing, mention of death, murder and violence

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'Isn't it such a lovely day outside?' Josephine inhaled the fresh air whilst holding onto my hands that were tied up. 'If it weren't for this whole royal blood thing, we could totally have a picnic together.'

'With all due expect, I'll pass the invitation.' We were held against our will from Russell and his guards to guide them to our ship. I wasn't in a playful mood at all, especially when Emori and John were on their side now.

The two walked alongside Russell up front as we marched back to our ship, talking and having a casual conversation with him as if they didn't plot to kill him the night before.

Emori had threw us under the bus to save herself and John, I've never felt so betrayed. It hurt even more that John seemed okay with this, not doing anything to save us from Russell's insanity.

Josephine sighed, 'Come on. Bellamy has no chance with you after what he did and you and Murphy are practically broken up right?'

'I don't know, I have more important things to worry about. Like your homicidal father. And why do you know about what Bellamy did to me?'

'Abby told me. Emori helped me get through to her when I tried to find out how to get the royal blood. We started talking about you and-' She paused with a sad look on her face. 'She told me everything about everyone, spoke really nasty about you and how you're the reason why her life was a mess. Something about Marcus breaking up with her.'

I shook my head, crazy how I had to hear this from Josephine. Abby was never satisfied with anything, she was the one that made my life a living hell. 'She ruined her own fucking life, I didn't even know he broke up with her. He never told me.'

'Well, that's great. I have another competition going after you.'

'Marcus is family, more so my dad.' As I chuckled lightly watching her reaction, I asked her a question. 'Was talking to Emori and Abby the reason why you fooled some of our people?'

'Emori taught me how to be Clarke. It didn't help in the long run because eventually Murphy found out. Apparently I kept calling his "John".'

Madi walked up to me with a guard behind her, also holding onto her tied up hands. 'Y/N, why are you being friends with this murderer?'

'I'm not friends with her.'

'We're not?'

Turning around to face Josephine, I sighed. She curled her lips and nodded. 'I was only joking... kind of.'

'Well, Clarke is dead and nothing is a joke about that.' Madi implied, glaring at Josephine.

'Madi, remember it wasn't her that killed Clarke. It was Russell. She wasn't alive when everything happened so it's not necessarily her fault.'

'But she's a part of the clan that killed her.'

Oh, how I wish that I could just sit next to her and comfort her. I couldn't imagine how she felt when she was told that Clarke was gone from her life forever.

She reminded me of my younger self, how broken I was after my parents had passed. Even with the abuse that I went through, I was sad that my mother was gone.

The difference between us was that Clarke was with her the whole time. It hurt me that Madi lost someone so dear to her heart and she had no time to grieve.

'We shouldn't associate a person just because they're in the same clan. Miller was Wonkru but he was no where near bad as I was. Matter of fact, he was one of the very few people that didn't lose himself.'

Madi kept her head down, couldn't quite tell if she was feeling sad or not but I didn't want to pry. 'I'm no Clarke but if you need someone to talk to about anything, I'm here.'

She nodded her head up and down, not saying anything at all. I began to worry, hoping that she didn't suddenly feel sick. 'Are you okay Madi?'

'Yes, just a little headache. Some commanders in my head are distracting my thoughts.'

'Do you want me to call Gaia to help you? She's just walking a little ahead of us.'

'No, I'll be fine. Thank you Y/N.'

Josephine stared at Madi as she slowed down on pacing herself with us, eventually walking behind us. 'What's a commander?'

'Nothing.'

'You know Y/N, you should lighten up a little. It seems like you've been down since your little incident with Murphy.'

He wasn't the reason I was "down", I was angry at Emori and her selfish ways of selling us out just for some dumb mind drives. Was living for eternity so important, more important than any of our lives?

'It's not that, not that I need to owe you an explanation.'

'Ouch. I don't blame you for hating me though, my dad did kill this girl.'

'I don't hate you because you're his daughter. You're on the killer's side so I'm just hesitant.'

Josephine pouted, 'Aw. Even after our kiss?'

Miller butted in on our conversation, who was walking next to us. 'Kiss!? Y/N Reyes, you're such a player.'

'Shut up, Miller.' I rolled my eyes as he chuckled. 'Besides, she kissed me not the other way around.'

'Yeah, sure.'

Josephine was fairly nice to me, from what I've seen she wasn't a terrible person. Other than enabling John from getting hurt of course, even though that wasn't really her choice.

It would be great to have her on our side, having someone on the inside to help us get out of this mess. Especially her being Russell's daughter, there would be so much we can use against him but I highly doubt Josephine would take the route of betraying her family.

'We're here.' Russell signaled his armed guards to go in the ship as he whispered something into their ears. He then followed them inside after they've managed to open the ship, leading the rest of us inside.

'All clear.' Guards would yell as they invade our space, inspecting one hallway, one room at a time.

'What's going on?' I heard Jackson mumbling from the main area as the guards reached the last room. 'Why are you all here?'

Russell squeezed between his guards, 'We won't hurt you if you do as I say. All we want is for you guys to make the royal blood.'

'Don't do it.' Raven instantly gotten shoved as she spoke against Russell.

Jackson furrowed his brows as he saw Raven groan from pain, soon realizing something was odd. 'I-I don't know what you're talking about.'

'Just do as he says.' Emori jumped in, 'Make the nightblood and no one has to get hurt. Please.'

The rest of the room was silent, despite the old Wonkru people being there, standing behind Jackson. People were scared, I could sense their fear and confusion. I couldn't blame them, they'd thought that the next time we came back was to tell them our compound was ready.

Niylah walked next to Jackson, stared at Emori for a while. 'Why aren't you and Murphy tied up like the rest of them?'

'Can we just ask questions later, please?' John answered for her, 'Do we have everything we need to make the nightblood?'

'We do, once we fly this thing up.' Abby said as she was standing behind me, hands tied up also. 'I could make it, I just need access to the lab.'

Shaking my head, I turned around to Abby. 'You do realize you need Shaw to fly this ship up.'

A breath escaped Raven's mouth. 'Of course you have to drag him into this, Abby.'

'We don't have a choice right now.'

'There's always a fucking choice.' I yelled at her, 'Just like when we were at the bunker, there is always a choice. You are just too much of a pussy to make one.'

Russell let out a breathe, 'Abby. You come with me. The rest of you will stay in here.'

Murphy's POV;

The guards started to let go of everyone's restraints from their wrists, untying the ropes as they were finally free.

Bellamy immediately approached Y/N, worrying about her and asking questions regarding the situation. Perhaps they were plotting something, finding a way to stop Russell.

This had given me mixed feelings, feeling a little bit of guilt as Bellamy and Y/N have gotten closer. Echo was right, I have probably hurt Y/N for betraying her.

We've never talked about the morning she had told me she loved me either, not that it mattered anymore. Given the circumstances, she had probably forgotten about me already. I didn't blame her, I was the reason for us falling apart as it always was.

This also proved that I was right too, I should've killed Russell a long time ago. As soon as I was free from him, I should've ended everything. Instead Emori made a deal with him, made Y/N think that I was a part of this scheme.

Emori signaled me to come with her as Russell and his wife took Shaw and Abby with them out the room. I took a quick glance at Y/N, who was talking to Bellamy and her sister. I didn't want her to see me following Emori.

Walking quickly to avoid Y/N watching me, I exited the room with Emori. 'What's wrong? You don't agree with this all of the sudden?'

'I never agreed to this, Emori. We said we're going to get Russell at night, when he's sleeping. Not make a deal with him and get the rest of them in trouble.'

'You didn't care about Y/N's opinion but now all of the sudden you do?'

'That and this is different! Now she's held against her will where Russell can possibly kill her.' I held my head, pacing back and forth. 'Instead you got us on his side, I never wanted this.'

Emori held my hand, pulling me closer. 'John, don't you get it? I did this for you.'

'But I never wanted this. I just wan-'

'We can live forever, together. I got this damn mind drive just for you.'

I could see the sorrow and desperation in her eyes. This was all my fault, I broke her heart back at The Ring. Knowing how much she needed me, I decided to leave her.

It wasn't an easy choice to make. At The Ring, I still loved Y/N and believed that she was alive, hoping that Abby and Jackson somehow fixed her after she was exposed from radiation. Even though there was a possibility that I would never see her again, I couldn't be with Emori knowing that my heart belonged to someone else.

But that wasn't enough for Emori, I still hurt her. She would've rather had me fake it than leave her.

'John... why her, why not me?'

'I don't know, Emori. I loved you and I'll always love you. We had our great times but I'm in love with Y/N and I think I've always have been. I'm sorry I don't have an explanation for that.'

Emori shocked her head, it seemed like tears were falling but she was trying to hide it. 'Pathetic, you should've told me this when we broke up.'

'You walked away from me when I wanted to talk to you, don't blame this on me.'

'I just wanted you to fight for me. I'd thought that if I walked away, you'd realize what you had lost.'

The past few years, Emori acted as though the break up didn't hurt her. She was good at hiding it, I never thought that she was feeling this way. 'I'm sorry, Emori. I-I don't know what to say.'

‘It’s... fine. You’ve said enough.’ Emori walked away from me, left to the room where Russell, Simone, Shaw and Abby entered. Sighing, I went back to the room I came from.

Joining in their circle, Echo raised her eyebrows. ‘Your best friend, Russell went the other way Murphy.’

‘I’m not a part of this nor did I agree to this. I didn’t know Emori was going to make a deal with him.’

Talking quietly amongst ourselves, Y/N looked at me. ‘You are a part of it because you didn’t say shit to back us up. This is on you and Emori.’

'I thought you said not to associate them?' Madi looked up at Y/N, I didn't quite understand what she meant by that.

'Madi-' Y/N huffed and pulled her closer, whispering something in her ears.

It stung me that Y/N felt that way about me, there was anger and hatred behind her eyes as she looked at me. This was all my fault so she wasn’t to blame at all, although I was bothered that Emori had dragged me into this. It was the fact that I didn’t do anything about it.

‘Y/N, can we talk in private please?’

‘Do you seriously think now is a good time?’

Bellamy bit his lips and stared at the floor. I bet he was amused at this, watching Y/N and my relationship crumble down. Not only did it hurt me that Y/N was upset with me, Bellamy was getting too comfortable and that irritated me.

Raven looked at Y/N, then me. Her eyes said it all, "give her some space." I rolled my eyes, frustrated in myself and how stupid I've been the last few days.

'So later is now, Murphy. Are you going to answer my question?' Jackson had sensed Y/N wasn't happy with me, assuming that she didn't want to speak and instead changed the subject.

'Like I said earlier, Emori made a deal with Russell. I realize once that he had took everyone else except me and her, that she had some sort of new plan that involved me.'

Y/N's POV;

John irritated me. Just everything made me mad, it was betrayal and I felt as though he took his ex's side over mine. Not that I was more important, knowing that we didn't put a label on our relationship. I just expected more but perhaps I was overthinking.

He claimed that Emori orchestrated everything and I believed him, but I was still mad at him. Call me selfish but couldn't quite forgive him just yet.

I've even told Madi after she had tried to use my words against me; I simply told her that it was different. She replied back with "how?"

The girl was too smart because she was right, it wasn't different. I was too stubborn to admit to her and she knew that because she smirked back at me. She was quite the cheeky one, Clarke did something right for once.

'So back to the plan?' Miller ignored Murphy, 'How are we going to stop Russell from getting the nightblood?'

'There's only a few guards, we can easily take them.' Echo said.

'Yeah but if they fire their guns, it's over. Russell's going to find out we're resisting and can kill us. We need to find another way.' I replied back.

It would've been easy to take them down if it wasn't for their weapons, that'll notify Russell and all of our effort would be for nothing. Instead, I thought of a better plan; Something that can work but I needed this little one to agree with me.

As I looked over at Madi, I smiled. She crinkled her brows in response. 'What?'

'Are you up for a challenge? I think I have a plan that can work.'

'Of course, what do you want me to do?'

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'It's been a while since Madi had gone, you think she's okay?' Jackson whispered to us, trying to make sure the guards wouldn't hear us talking.

'She's led Wonkru through the gorge, she'll be fine.' Echo reassured us, not that I was worried. I trusted her with everything, especially with her helping us after Wonkru had fallen when Octavia and I fucked everything up.

Our plan was to have Madi crawl into a vent to get some of the criminals out to help us. Since the vent was too small for any of us to fit, she was a perfect candidate for this plan. Echo and Raven had a fake argument to distract the guards while we helped Madi into the vent.

It had been about fifteen minutes since then, waiting patiently for Madi to come back with help. John would look at me from time to time, figured he was trying to find the right timing to come to talk to me.

Of course I wanted to talk to him too, try to go back to how things were before but given the fact that we were in a life or death situation right now, I had to concentrate. Not only that but I was also feeling a bit of jealousy about him and Emori.

Not going to lie, that was main the reason why I didn’t want to talk to him just yet but I wasn't going to admit that.

‘How are you holding up?’ Bellamy scooted closer to me as I was leaning against the wall. ‘Still want to keep Russell alive?’

Raising my brows, I stared at him with a confusing look. He chuckled lightly. ‘I was kidding, sorry.’

‘You’re funny but Russell was not what I had in mind.’ There was no way I was going to tell him that it was John that crossed my mind, we didn't need a real argument to start at this moment.

‘Yeah I figured but I-I just didn’t know what to say to you. It felt like it had been so long since we had a decent conversation with each other.’

I had to admit, it was cute seeing Bellamy acting shy and awkward. Or maybe perhaps the argument that I had with John was making me see Bellamy in a different way again. I didn’t like it, the way my heart would switch between the two, it wasn’t fair for them and it sure as hell was not fair for me either. Already having so much to deal with, I didn’t want my love life to be more complicated than it already was.

Just as I was about to reply to Bellamy, a noise came from the electrical doorway that was locking us in. Everyone in the room including the guards turned to face that direction, getting ready for whoever was trying to come in.

After that noise was just pure silence, it was as if everyone was holding their breath. That wasn't until a few moments later, the door opened widely, revealing Madi and several armed criminals standing behind her.

‘Put down your weapons, it’s over.’ Madi walked in, ‘You shoot and you are all dead including your precious Primes.’

‘That’s my girl.’ I smiled, approaching Madi while the rest of the criminals worked their way to the guards, tying their hands with the ropes that were used on us earlier. 'Any signs of Russell?'

‘Nope, I don't think him and his wife suspected a thing.’ She grinned back, giving me a high five. ‘You are forgetting something though.’

‘What do you mean?’

She turned around and pointed behind her, where Marcus was standing by the door way with a huge smile on his face. He looked perfectly healthy, as if the surgery and the incident never happened. He waved his hand, greeting me. ‘Hey monkey.’

Instantly I ran off to hug him, jumping onto him as I wrapped my arms tightly around him. ‘Sorry, I know you’re hurt and all but I couldn’t help it.’

‘No, it’s fine.’ I felt his breath on my neck as he lightly laughed, ‘I don’t care about that at all. I’m just glad to see you again kiddo.’

Burying my face into his shoulder, I started to cry. With everything that was happening from Russell’s murder to my problems with Bellamy and John, I was so glad to see Marcus again. ‘I’m glad to see you too.’

He cupped my face, wiping the tears off my cheeks with his thumbs. 'We're going to help our people, together this time.'

It was nice to have Marcus back on his two feet, I was more happy that he was by my side this time. 'Sounds like a plan.'

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margoshansons · 4 years

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Desperate Measures: 17/?

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Summary: Y/N and Bellamy come across a survivor....and reunite with a familiar face.

Warnings: canon-typical violence, swearing, guns, gore

Notes: I am officially off of hiatus!! We will be back to our regularly scheduled programming soon enough, but I really wanted to post this today so enjoy! As always, I’m down to talk about any of it! Based on 2x04 “Many Happy Returns”

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“Are we gonna talk about it?” Bellamy asked, dropping in next to her, his tone disapproving.

“Talk about what?” Y/N feigned innocence, really not wanting to discuss anything about what happened in the bunker. Bellamy pulled her aside, “You were ready to die for me.” He stated, hand growing tighter around her bicep, intense gaze never leaving her face.

She swallowed nervously, pushing down the butterflies fluttering as she ripped her arm out of his grasp, “Yes, I was.” She confirmed, moving forward so they didn’t fall behind. Bellamy chased after her, not wanting to end the conversation.

“I need to know why.” He pleaded, eyebrows raised, waiting for her answer.

She sighed annoyingly before dropping the bomb, “You’re more important than me.” She stated as if they were discussing the weather instead of their self-worth. “You’re a better leader, a better tracker, and you keep the rest of us grounded.” She began to explain, “You’re older, and have more experience, it’s simple logic.”

This time his grip refused to let up, grasping her wrist and turning her toward him so she could see the desperation hidden in his gaze. “That’s not true.” His voice cracked, throat bobbing up and down as he scanned her face, “The grounders respect you, you’re the best engineer we have--”

“Had” Y/N corrected, her mind wandering toward Sinclair, “The Ark’s down now. There’s plenty more engineers.”

“And you’re a damn good leader.” Bellamy continued to press, refusing to let her believe that her life was worthless. “I may keep the rest of the hundred grounded, but you keep me grounded.” He confessed, breath hitching as they moved closer. “I need you alive.”

Y/N threw her gaze up, sighing at the unfairness of her own words thrown back in her face. “That’s not fair,” She joked, playing with Bellamy’s fingers as they stood on the edge of a clearing, hoping Finn knew what he was doing.

“Are we finally taking a break?”

The couple inhaled sharply as Murphy’s voice interrupted their moment. Just as the two of them were about to answer, Finn cut them off. “No breaks.” The Spacewalker said, eyes still trained on the map, “We have to keep moving.”

Y/N moved forward, “Look,” She pleaded with her former friend, “I know you want to find them, I do too. But we need a minute or we won’t be in good enough shape to rescue our friends.”

Finn finally took his eyes off the makeshift atlas to meet her own, a snarl curled on his face, “No we don’t.” His gaze turned to Bellamy’s, “You heard the grounder, ‘they’ll outlive their usefulness’ we need to keep moving.”

Bellamy stepped in front of the anxious kid, “Y/N’s right,” He told Finn, hand pressed against the other kid’s chest, “Besides, you had a gun to his head, who knows if he was telling the truth.”

She stood there watching the two go at it, trying to find a peaceful way to resolve the tension when she heard it. A slight buzzing in her ear.

“Guys be quiet,” Y/N ordered, training her ear toward the buzzing, trying to discover the direction it was coming in, “Do you hear that?” “Hear what?” Bellamy asked, brows furrowing.

“I think your girlfriend’s gone crazy” Murphy sneered, a glare from Y/N thrown his way.

She followed the buzzing until they broke through the thicket of trees, the road beginning again as they found themselves near the edge of a cliff. But the fear creeping up inside her wasn’t because of the height.

Thousands of Arkers lay before her, the flies picking off what nutrients they could from their decomposing bodies, creating the buzzing that had drawn her here. Their crimson blood splattered against the tan ground, creating a grotesque painting that each delinquent viewed in horror as they moved through the clump of dead bodies.

When they reached the edge of the cliff she held up her hand, telling the rest of them not to go any further.

“Now we know why we never heard from Factory Station.” Bellamy stated numbly, a hint of sadness developing in his voice as the group stared at the debris in front of them.

“Rough landing” Murphy muttered and Y/N glared at the insensitive delinquent, her hand brushing against Bellamy’s arm.

Finn joined them on the edge, “There’s nothing we can do for these people.” The emotionless tone from earlier had returned and despite every bone in her body screaming otherwise, Y/N found herself agreeing with the now murderer.

Their footsteps were cut off by a scream coming from the bottom of the cliff, Bellamy stopping the group again, “Did you hear that?” Something akin to hope returned in his eyes as they peered over the edge, catching sight of a lone figure hanging onto a tree branch jutting out of the cliff, her feet swinging wildly.

There was a survivor.

“Please!” The voice called, female, “Help me!” Sterling joined the leaders at the edge of the cliff, “Mel?” He asked, disbelief written across his face.

“Sterling! Help me please!” Mel called, her voice desperate.

Finn stopped Sterling from grabbing his pack, turning toward Bellamy. “We can’t stop.”

Sterling pushed past Finn and looked back down at Mel.

“This isn’t a grounder Finn,” Y/N pointed out, her voice growing hard, “We have a rope. We can save her.”

“We can save our friends!” Finn countered, the anger coming back to play. “The longer we wait, the less we can save.”

Y/N wanted to scream in frustration, “We don’t know if our friends are still alive!” She finally brought up, knowing it was on everyone’s minds. Finn went silent. “What we do know is that there is someone here who needs our help.”

Finn looked about ready to snap, his lips thinning at her argument. The sound of rocks clattering caused the three of them to swivel around, catching Sterling’s blonde hair disappearing behind the cliff edge.

“Sterling what are you doing?” Bellamy asked, running forward, getting there much too late as Murphy joined the trio at the edge.

“Looks like we’re taking that break after all.”

Bellamy and Y/N shot another glare at Murphy and she watched his eyes widen at the synchronicity of the two leaders before they turned their gaze back to Sterling’s heroics, holding their breaths as he began to creep closer to the ledge that Mel was holding onto.

“I’m almost there!” He shouted up, “Once I have her pull us up!” A sigh came from Murphy and the trio as they released their breaths in relief.

“Well I’d say he’s heard one to many of your motivational speeches,” Murphy joked, relieving some of the tension.

“Shut up Murphy,” Bellamy responded, his eyes never leaving Sterling’s frame.

Y/N’s gaze moved from Sterling to the quivering rope beside her, watching anxiously as it began to shake more until she caught the rock the rope was tied to. The knot flew apart and her eyes grew wide. She jumped on the rope, trying fruitlessly to wrap the edge around her hand, only to watch in horror as it slipped from underneath her, sliding off the cliff and sending Sterling to his death.

His scream rang in her ears, only silenced by a smack as he fell limply against the ground.

Her breathing was ragged, muffled sounds unable to pierce through the cotton like substance in her ears as she replayed Sterling’s screams over and over in her mind, replaying it like the music Marcus used to play.

Suddenly, another scream entered her ears, Mel’s screams.

“We need to figure something else out.” Maria uttered, shaking herself out of her stupor. She owed it to Sterling. She owed it to Mel.

“We’re out of rope.” Finn spoke matter of factly and she knew what he was trying to do.

“So we make a new one” Y/N pushed, sending a small look toward Monroe, the other girl tensing up.

Finn moved closer, invading her space, “We don’t have time. We can come back to her after we save our friends.”

Bellamy exploded. “We don’t know if we could save our friends!” He moved closer to Finn the two men continuing their argument from earlier, “We’ve all thought it. But, Y/N was right, we can save this one girl.”

Finn clenched his jaw, sending a dirty look the engineer’s way before moving closer to Bellamy, “Just because the person you love is safe--”

Bellamy tilted his head, mouth tightening in anger, “I would be very careful with what you say next.”

Monroe stepped in beside the two leaders, “Sterling died to save her, and I’m not leaving until we do.” She spoke, determination hiding whatever grief she was feeling. “How do we do it?”

“We make rope from the wreckage,” Y/N pulled her gaze away from the two silent men, sliding into leader mode, “Seatbelts, wires, anything you can find.”

Murphy and Monroe nodded, the three of them going off to craft a new rope that was going to save Mel’s life. It had to.

***

“I’ll be fine.” Bellamy assured her, pulling tightly on the makeshift rope to make sure it was secure. “You made it.”

Y/N chuckled slightly to break through the unnerving feeling that something was going to go wrong. “You better make it back alive.” She told him, squeezing his hand as she joined the assembly line to lower him down, Murphy and her holding the front of the rope, watching anxiously as Bellamy lowered himself down.

The seatbelts cut through the skin of her palms, the knots in her stomach weighing her down. She hoped it actually added physical weight as well. She didn’t like this one bit, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that something awful was going to happen.

As soon as Mel latched onto Bellamy her prophecy came true.

A buckling sensation sent her lurching forward, the momentum threatening to send her flying off the cliff interrupted by a pair of hands wrapping themselves around her waist, pulling her backward as their feet slid against the rocky cliffside.

“Don’t worry Sparky” Murphy’s strained voice entered her ears, moving his hands from her waist to the rope, “You’ll get your chance to kill me.”

The two of them pulled, Monroe and Finn joining the pair, the four of them trying as hard as possible to keep Bellamy and Mel from falling.

“What the hell happened up there?” Bellamy’s voice rang up from cliffside, and Y/N forced herself to look down, the two Factory station residents swinging helplessly as he tried to find a placement for his foot.

Something buzzed past Y/N’s head and she turned just in time to see an arrow land inches from her.

“Grounders!” She heard Finn yell, “Take cover!” Monroe reached over to grasp her gun, leaning on one knee to protect the trio trying to lift up Bellamy and Mel to safety.

“Everybody pull!” Y/N shouted, having enough faith in Monroe to focus on the task at hand. The seatbelts burned against her palms, and the sweat dripping down her back refused to let up, even as the sun disappeared behind the clouds.

A scream pulled Y/N away from Bellamy as she watched Monroe collapse to the ground, gripping an arrow that had embedded itself deep in her thigh. She released her grip on the rope, grasping the gun in earnest.

“Get back on the rope,” She ordered Monroe, “Now!”

Y/N stood her ground, raising the scope to her eye, recalling Marcus’ lessons.

She pushed another magazine in, locking her eye on the trees above her, bullets striking true as grounders began to fall forward, the arrows slowly dissipating.

Except they weren’t.

Instead it felt as if she was battling an endless hydra. Whenever one fell, two more seemed to be there to greet her in their place. They only had so much ammo, and she knew they were running out soon.

It was only the sound of a foghorn that saved her.

She turned toward the thicket, searching for the familiar yellow orange clouds that could kill them at any second. Instead she found herself locking eyes with a familiar pair of green ones, a wide smile on their savior’s face.

“Octavia?” She breathed.

The two girls collapsed into each other, unable to believe that they were here together. That they had finally found each other.

Their reunion was nothing compared to the relieved one between her and her brother. The siblings refused to pull apart, almost as if they were afraid the other would disappear if they did.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” Murphy asked, the atmosphere growing sour as soon as he made any mention of Lincoln.

Octavia froze, and Y/N caught her gaze as she helped tie up Mel’s arm. “He’s gone,” the younger sister replied curtly, tying off Monroe’s leg as she held the arrow up to her vision.

Bellamy moved toward her, a regretful look on his face, “I’m sorry O,” He uttered, unsure about how to comfort his sister.

Pain shot up Y/N’s side as she stood back up, her knee buckling underneath her as Bellamy moved to catch her, setting her down on the same boulder Mel was on moments before.

“I’m fine.” She lied through her teeth, clutching onto her hip.

Bellamy shook his head, a smile reaching his eyes as she continued to deny her own injuries. “God, it’s a good thing we’re both stubborn as hell.” He muttered, untying the fresh bandages to glance at the wound.

The two of them stared in horror at the sight of blood staining the gauze, and a few stitches tugging at the skin, fraying as one popped open.

She almost thought she saw regret cross Murphy’s face.

“We need to get you back to camp.” Bellamy announced, “And don’t even think about trying to argue with me.”

This time it was her turn to smirk, “I wasn’t...dad” She threw in his face, biting her lip to stop her smile from growing any wider. “But you’re going with Finn and Murphy,” She whispered, her smile replaced by something more serious.

“No way,” Bellamy shook his head, not wanting to leave her, “I’m not leaving you alone.”

“You said it yourself,” Y/N inhaled sharply, “Finn’s a loose cannon, so is Murphy, you need to keep an eye on them.”

Bellamy shook his head, refusing to agree with her, “I just got you back, and I promised myself I’d never let you out of my sight again. Especially after you got injured. I’d never forgive myself.”

Silence stood between the two leaders as they examined each other’s faces, gazes locking onto the bottom half of the other’s face. The gap threatening to close.

Her chest constricted as the words ran themselves over and over in her head.

I need you alive.

She nodded her head slightly, turning her gaze toward Murphy before chucking her rifle at him. “Shoot me again, and I’ll kill you” She breathed heavily, a playful look in her eyes as she extended the olive branch between them. Murphy caught the gun, a smirk playing on his lips as he gave her a mock salute, following Finn into the bushes.

“Let’s go home.” She smiled, tilting her head up to meet Octavia and Bellamy’s gaze, the two siblings nodded.

She hoped she did the right thing.

***

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