Atlantis

Chapter Thirty-Two

As she always did, Faye found her way to a corner. She stood silently with her arms folded while her and Clarke waited.

The door opened with Octavia talking. Bellamy finally stopped and noticed the two blondes.

"Now, I'm done." Octavia told him. She left the room.

When the door was shut, Faye pushed herself off the wall. Though she only came with Clarke to talk, the swords crossed at her back said otherwise.

"Go easy on Octavia." Clarke told him. "We had to beg her to get us into camp."

"What are you doing here?" Bellamy asked.

"We need to talk."

"You've decided that?" Bellamy asked, not expecting an answer. "The mighty Wanheda, who chose the Grounders over her own people? Who turned her back on is when we came to rescue you? Now, you want to talk?"

"Better us than a camp full of murderers." Faye said, stepping forward.

"Their commander left us to die in that mountain." Bellamy said to Clarke, looking past Faye like she wasn't there.

Clarke placed her hand on Faye's shoulder, silently telling her to stand down.

"We came here to tell you that Ice Nation has paid the price." Clarke said, reminding Faye of their intentions. "Justice has been served for the attack on Mount Weather. We came here to tell you it's over."

"There it is again." Bellamy said. This time he didn't look at either of them. "Why do you get to decide it's over? And why do you need a bodyguard. Is Lexa worried you'll get attacked by your own people?"

Faye looked back at Clarke with wide eyes. She waited for Clarke to let her take over with a more persuasive method.

"We did our part."

"We?" Bellamy repeated.

"Lexa and I... The Ice Queen is dead. The problem was solved and then you let Pike ruin everything."

"Why are you here?" Bellamy demanded, walking towards Clarke. Faye took a position in front of the door.

"Arkadia needs to make things right. Or Lexa and the Twelve Clans will wipe us out."

"Let her try." Bellamy dared.

"Please tell me that going to war is not what you want."

Faye could only see Clarke, on the verge of tears.

"We've been at war since we landed. At least Pike understands that." Bellamy said.

"Pike is the problem." Clarke told him. "This isn't who you are." It seemed like no matter what she said or how many times, her words would never sink in.

"You're wrong. This is who I've always been. And I let you and Octavia and Kane convince me that we could trust these people when they've shown over and over who they are."

Faye stood stiff. Clarke had only escalated the matter.

"And I won't let anyone else die for that mistake."

"Bellamy." Clarke's voice was hard to hear, even between the walls of the small room. "I need you. And we don't have much time."

"You need me?"

"Yes, I do. I need the guy who wouldn't let me pull that lever in Mount Weather by myself." Clarke said.

"You left me. You left everyone."

"Bellamy—"

"Enough, Clarke. You're not in charge here. And that's a good thing. Because people die when you're in charge. And you were willing to let a bomb drop on my sister. Then you made a deal with Lexa, who left us in Mount Weather to die. And forced us to kill everyone who helped us."

Faye met his eyes when he turned to her. She could now see that this hurt not only Clarke. Everyone in the room survived the mountain, but lived with the memories. They all were surrounded by the dead.

"People who trusted us."

"I just—" Clarke's voice broke before she could attempt to fix the situation. Her tears blocked all other words.

Bellamy started towards the door but Faye would not be moved. He towered above her but she remained. When they're eyes met, she looked past him and waited for him to follow.

Her eyes led him to his broken friend. Bellamy looked back at Faye, who still hadn't moved, but her eyes waited for sympathy. Towards her or Clarke.

Their silent communication ended.

"I'm sorry." Clarke said. "I'm sorry for leaving. But I knew I could because they had you." Again she broke.

Bellamy walked over to her, taking her hand in his. Faye didn't watch. The corner she stood next to grasped her attention more then their reunion.

She blocked out their words.

There was a loud clank and Faye turned to attention. "Hey." Clarke said in protest, pulling against the cuffs. "No, don't, no. Bellamy."

Faye drew her knife, but Bellamy drew his gun faster.

"Bellamy—"

"Don't. Drop the knife." He demanded.

"Please, no." Clarke cried.

"Don't make me shoot." Bellamy warned.

Wether Clarke was hurt that Bellamy had betrayed them or Faye had given up wasn't clear. But now they were both trapped inside Arkadia.

And Faye could only think how it was her fault that she couldn't stand up to Bellamy.