Atlantis

Chapter Forty-Three

Faye and Bellamy followed closely behind Clarke, hiding behind the corner.

"I held up my part of the deal. Your turn. Let my friends go." Clarke said.

"Tell Bellamy and that Grounder to show themselves first." Emerson told her.

"I don't know what you're talking..." Clarke was cut off with Octavia screaming.

"No!" Bellamy said, jumping out of hiding. Faye also showed herself.

Emerson grabbed Octavia by the hair and held a knife to her throat. 

"Good. Now, take out the clip and throw it down the hall, put the gun and swords on the ground and get inside." Emerson told the two standing behind Clarke.

"Please. You wanted me. I'll get inside once you let them go." Clarke told him.

"I was talking to Bellamy and the Grounder bitch." Emerson started to cut Octavia. 

"Okay, okay. Just... Just stop." Bellamy took off all his weapons. He then looked at Faye, waiting for her to do the same but she just slowly shook her head. "Please." He whispered.

Faye didn't just drop the swords, she threw them on the ground and removed her knife, doing the same.

They both held their hands up and walked into the airlock.

"Over there." Emerson nodded towards two sets of cuffs. Emerson watched them put the cuffs on and Faye knew she couldn't leave them loose.

Emerson pulled out a gun. 

Faye's breathing picked up and she found that the closest thing to hold on to was Bellamy's hand. The moment she realized it, she let go, looking away.

"Get on your knees, Clarke. Put your hands behind your head." Faye wasn't able to see what was happening clearly, but when Emerson stepped out of the airlock, he closed the doors.

Their voices were muffled, but Emerson pressed Clarke against the glass and held a gun to her head.

When he finally stepped back, the lights started going red and a voice on the P.A. started talking. "Airlock 5. Oxygen venting." It kept repeating the same words.

When she started to panic, Faye felt as if her windpipes were closing, failing to bring in more air. She knew struggling would cause her to need more oxygen, but she could help it.

Soon the dark spots took over her entire vision and her legs caved beneath her.

Her mind seemed to be trapped in her body, panicking for her to open her eyes and help Clarke. 

When she woke up, she gained balance and looked around her. 

Clarke found the keys and unlocked the first few, soon she just let them have the key and walked outside to Emerson's body. 

Bellamy took the keys from Jasper and unlocked Faye's cuffs. Tossing the keys back to Jasper, he helped her stand. He held her face, watching her eyes open fully and regain focus.

The first thing she saw was the relief on his face.

- - -

When Bellamy laid the body down and Octavia removed the cloth from around the face, they all stared down at Lincoln's cold and grey face.

Octavia wailed, expressing any grief she still held. Faye knelt next to her, staring at the face that once had her best friend behind it. He was the first person to find her when she escaped the mountain, and she never said goodbye. She never thanked him for everything he did. 

She would always wait for the day she would get to say everything she needed to to him.

- - -

They built a pyre for Sinclair and Lincoln.

Octavia lit the wood. "Yu gonplei ste odon."

Faye closed her eyes and watched Artigas and Lincoln run through the woods, with Lincoln's mother telling them to be careful. She could hardly remember her brother's face, and she didn't remember the last time she had talked to Lincoln.

She opened her eyes when she felt Bellamy's hand touch hers. She was about to pull away until she realized, it's okay to show grief, it's okay to let people in.

"It's time to go. I'll get the map." Octavia said.