From the Ashes

24

"'...And should
We
Ever find our way back to each other,
We
Will lay beneath the stars and pick down the ones
We
Like best."

- Beau Taplin

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"Okay," Bellamy breathed out, not even wanting to get into detail about that.

He reminded himself that it'd just be better to talk to Clarke about this later. That, or Lovota herself, when they have a translator.

Clicking the gun into safety, Bellamy latched it onto his side,"I need to get to the radio so I can contact Clarke... we heard Bears sos-"

"I helped them set that up, I know where it is," Maya cut off.

Watching Lovota from the corner of his eyes, she tugged the socks higher above the anklet that was pulsating with electricity. She was slightly nervous around the metal piece, but nothing could be done about it.

"Before we go," Maya states, turning to look into Bellamy's eyes, she grabs his shoulder,"your people are disappearing. Two, so far."

"Who," Bellamy asked, gritting his teeth.

Looking over Mayas shoulder, he saw a ghost of someone he thought he'd never see. Ember, standing by the doorway, her hair softly swaying around her head as if she were in space.

She was smiling softly at him.

Then, a blink later and she was gone, back to being a memory inside his head. He never told anyone, but she had been haunting him since the day he realised she died.

"Monty and Harper," Maya said, not realising how happy Bellamy was to hear Bear wasn't one of them.

But, then again, she said 'so far,' and that is a deadly coup of words to trail after a sentence about kids miraculously disappearing.

"I thought they'd be in here, but-" Maya stuttered, seeing the anger snake on Bellamy's face.

"I wanna see the others," Bellamy hissed,"Now."

Suddenly, a soft hand grasped Bellamy's shoulder, and the two faced Lovotas pale face. She looked disappointingly at Bellamy for raising his voice at Maya, at least that's what they could make from her expression.

"Yu souda chilla gon din kru," she sighed,"hvem som helst Yu laik hir gon ikke er det gar noe annet sted."

"I wish you spoke English," Bellamy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration,"I wish I understood."

Smiling, Lovota felt in her heart that she'll soon make his wish come true. Her people only spoke English to those that they trusted, and he was doing everything right by her.

"Snart pleni, elskling," Lovota whispered, patting his shoulder encouragingly.

"The dorms on the way to the radio," Maya notified them, as she suddenly picked up a scalpel,"I need to take out your tracking chip."

Rolling up his sleeves, Bellamy pulled on the soldiers hat, looking distractingly towards the door. But, suddenly Maya put her hand up, indicating towards Lovota.