The Space Between Us / The 100 Fic

The Ground

I slipped into the clothes that Quinn had left me, knocking at the door when I had finished. He appeared on the other side and shot me a reassuring smile.

"Once Henry and Jeremiah show up we'll walk you to the drop ship," Quinn stated calmly as the door shut behind us, closing us in my cell.

There was nothing but silence for a few moments until I felt myself speak out, "Why are you being so nice to me?" I needed to know. Quinn was nothing like the other guards who have come in before. The others were harsh and never stared me in the eye. Quinn's gaze melted in mine. His presence alone made me feel safer, but a small part of me also knew that I couldn't trust him. Not yet, anyway. Not when I've been fed lies and sentenced to death. What if Quinn was lying? Then I'd get my hopes up only to face my final moments with even more despair.

I felt his body stiffen as he took in a breath, "I heard why you were imprisoned, and it didn't make sense."

"Oh." It was all I said. It was all I could bring myself to say. I suddenly felt myself get anxious, my heart beating a little bit harder in my chest.

"You did it for your mother, didn't you?" he asked, with sympathy laced in his voice. His eyes traveled back to meet mine and once they did I forced myself to relax. He knew. At least one person knew.

"Yeah."

Quinn opened his mouth to say something else, but the distant voices of two men stopped him.

"Here come the others," he said, opening the door and peering to his right. He turned back to me, "You'll be okay down there. We're sure the radiation won't kill you." The sentence rushed out of his mouth, and although he was meaning to reassure me, I caught a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"This is the last floor," an older man with a raspy voice announced. To my surprise Quinn took a firm hold of my hands before locking them in handcuffs.

"Protocol," He whispered under his breath and I nodded, yet twisted my wrists gingerly against the cold metal, not comfortable with it at all.

"Let's go Wallace, get her out of there," the same raspy voice commanded. Quinn put a hand on my shoulder and directed me out of my room.

"Try anything honey and you're as good as dead," a tall, lanky blonde sneered, holding his weapon up proudly to display his authority.

"Oh shut up Henry," the man with the raspy voice, Jeremiah, huffed. He was a tall man, fit in his older age and complete with short black hair and a piercing gaze. He snapped his finger in impatience and Henry rushed to my right side.

Quinn moved to my left and Jeremiah directed us in front. For a man in his late 50s, he was quick on his feet. I had to speed up my pace on numerous occasions, getting a rough push from Henry every time I struggled behind.

It didn't take us a long time to reach the drop ship, and once we did I noticed what looked like the last of the 100 being escorted into its premises. Some kids were carried inside. I noticed a girl with blonde locks in the arms of a guard, her head bobbing to the rhythm to his footsteps.

I slowed me pace, carefully looking around the platform, at the blonde, and at the council who had gathered away from the group of boarding kids. My eyes stopped when they found Jaha, the chancellor of our Ark, nodding gravely to something a brown haired woman was telling him. He looked tired, yet a spark of determination was evident in his eyes. I stared until Henry prodded me with the edge of his gun, forcing me quicken my pace and trail into the drop ship.

"That'll do, Henry," Jeremiah commanded, flicking his head briefly, and the younger blonde retreated with a scowl.

Quinn followed after me as I looked around the ship. It was big, seeing as it was a ship that was only meant to take us to the ground. I peered over Jeremiah's shoulders and took in the televisions, the rows upon rows of seats, the pipes and the all too familiar cold metal encasing it all. I took it all in as anxiety crashed into me. I quickly moved past rows of kids, some whose heads were tilted back, unconscious, and others who had a look of perplexity that mimicked my own.