"Gray, I'm scared."
"It's okay, I've got you."
Grayson Collins was locked in the skybox for 9 years.
When Grayson is finally given some freedom down on an earth they've long forgotten, he gets the family reunion he never thought he'd get.
Who knew t...
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016 | hope for the best but expect the worst "you're— you're not leaving... right?"
"HEY, they're back."
Octavia is quick to walk over while Grayson stays behind her. Bellamy steps into the drop-ship with two other behind him, someone in their arms. The grounder.
"Bellamy."
Others notice their prisoner, "is that the grounder?"
"What the hell are you doing?" Octavia demands as she glares towards her brother who only realizes Grayson behind her.
Bellamy moves his gaze back towards his sister, straightening out his features, "it's time to get answers."
"Oh, you mean revenge?" Octavia pushes on as she steps closer with determination bringing Grayson to step back.
"I mean intel," Bellamy explains before turning back towards the two holding the unconscious grounder, "get him upstairs."
"Octavia is right, Bellamy," Grayson's hushed words almost go unheard but Bellamy turns to him in surprise.
"You agree with this?" Bellamy huffs out pointing to where his brother lays behind him, "look at what he did to Finn!"
The harsh snap leads Grayson to glare at him, "what?" He retaliates, "you think if we beat the shit out of him, Finn won't have to fight for his life on that table?"
Bellamy's anger diminishes into a frown, "Grayson—"
"Clarke, honey, we're ready." Abby's voice calls out from the radio diverting Grayson's attention away, "can you hear me?"
Clarke catches Grayson's gaze before he turns to give one last look to Bellamy who only shakes his head and heads for the ladder.
"Revenge doesn't make us better, Bellamy," Grayson calls out causing him to stop, "it only makes us like them."
Bellamy looks back only for Clarke to chime in, "look, this is not who we are," the words lead him to stare between the two.
"Clarke?" The crackling voice of Abby calls out once more.
"It is now," Bellamy states, turning towards the ladder and climbing up.
The pair share an uneasy glance before Clarke moves into action, "the blade is at a sharp upward angle between the sixth and seventh rib," she explains.
