Reckless ~ Sequel to Shameless {Bellamy Blake}

15~ Spacewalker

My combat boots click lazily against the Ark's floor as Bellamy and I walk back to our room. I haven't slept in over two days and Bellamy is equally exhausted. I shuffle around in my jacket pocket and pull out my key card, pressing it against the lock on my door, and walking into our room. 

"What's wrong?" I ask as I notice Bellamy being more quiet than usual.

Bellamy looks up, shrugging out of his jacket. "I'm mad."

I sigh, sitting down on the bed and beginning to untie one of my boots. "About what?" 

"I still can't believe you would risk your life on something like that, Tatum." Bellamy says, his voice rising. "I could have lost you."

I slip both of my shoes off and stand up, walking over to him. "But you didn't." I swing one leg over his legs and straddle him. "I'm right here." 

I lean in, placing a soft but passionate kiss on his lips. 

"We haven't done it in a while." Bellamy comments, a smirk forming on his face.

"Are you up for it?" I ask,  my hands running down his stomach. 

"I'm always up for it." Bellamy whispers, smashing his lips into mine. 

"God, that was amazing." Bellamy breathes, his chest rising up and down violently as we both just rode off our highs.

"I really needed that." I smile, rolling on top of him and kissing him lightly.

"Tatum! Bellamy!" A voice came from the door, interrupting our moment. "Meeting in the council room!" The voice came again.

I groan loudly, knowing that the heated moment filled with lust and passion was over and that now we have to get back to reality. I pull the covers off of our naked bodies and stand up, pulling my clothes back on. Bellamy does the same. I look in the mirror hanging on the wall and flatten out my hair. 

"Ready?" Bellamy asks, snaking an arm around my waist. 

"As I'll ever be."

***

As we approach the council room a guard swipes a card by the key and the doors slide open. We walk in and are obviously the last ones to join the party. Clarke, Finn, Raven, Abby and the rest of the council members are all standing around a circular glass table. When we enter all of their heads turn and we receive looks filled with a mixture of sadness and anger. 

"What's wrong?" I ask as Bellamy and I take our places around the table.

"They want Finn." Clarke says looking at the curly haired spacewalker. "If we want a truce, we have to give them Finn."

Bellamy slams his fist against the table. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Clarke glares hard. "That's their offer."

"That's not a damn offer." I yell. "That's a punishment."

"For what happened at the village." Clarke corrects. "Blood for blood." She mumbles.

"That's insane." Raven mumbles, her face full of anger. 

"And if we refuse?" Abby asks.

"They attack." Clarke answers.

A voice from the back of the room pipes up. "I say we give him up!"

"Get rid of him." Another voice says.

"Easy, people." Major Byrne warns.

Raven goes into full out fight mode, punching anything and everything that had anything to say about giving Finn up. I run forward, grabbing her arms and pulling her away. 

"Raven!" I yell, trying to get her to stop. "Raven! Raven!" Finally I feel her eyes on me as she stops fighting. 

"There's not another option." She mumbles, tears forming in her eyes."

"We'll find one." Abby promises. 

***

"This is insane." I mumble, watching all the guards receive extra weapons, highering security. 

"Maybe we can fight them off." Murphy suggests.

"That'll never work." Clarke says. "We're too outnumbered."

"What if we just don't give them Finn." Bellamy suggests.

"Then they'll attack." I answer. 

"What're our options, then?" Bellamy asks. 

"I don't think we have any." Clarke sighs.

"Lincoln." I whisper. "Lincoln! He could know how to get out of this."

Clarke looks up at me and for the first time in a while I see a glimpse of hope flash over her eyes. She nods and begins walking over to the medical center where Lincoln resides. 

Clarke and I walk into the medical center and see Lincoln, beaten and exhausted, restrained down to a bed. 

"He doesn't need to be restrained anymore." I demand, looking at the guards. "He's not a Reaper."

"Yes I do." Lincoln coughs. 

"Lincoln, just tell us," Clarke says, cutting to the chase. "Is there a way to make peace?"

Lincoln sits up in his cot and coughs one more time before answering, "Did she leave riders behind?"

"Two just outside the gates." I answer.

Lincoln sighs. "They're waiting for Finn. You don't have much time to decide."

Anger fills me up. I yell out loudly, punching the wall beside me. "She can't just expect us to hand over one of our own people! Would she even do that?!"

"She wouldn't let the rest of her people die to protect a murderer. If you don't do this, she will kill everyone in this camp." Lincoln answers.

"There has to be something else we can offer." Clarke says calmer than I.

Lincoln sighs, avoiding eye contact with me. "Finn took 18 lives. The commander's offering to take just one in return. Take the deal."

My eyebrows furrow, "How can you say that?" I demand. "Finn was the first person to come to you to offer peace."

"He's your friend." Clarke agrees.

"He massacred my village. Some of the dead were my friends, too." Lincoln says looking at the ground.

"But that's not Finn. You know that's not who he is." Clarke argues.

"It is now." Lincoln mumbles.

A silence takes over us. The guards watching us like hawks. More or less watching Lincoln more precisely. "What will they do to him?" I ask, my voice just barely above a whisper.

"Fire." Lincoln states. "Because he killed the innocent, it starts with fire."

"Starts?" Clarke questions.

"They'll take his hands." Lincoln looks down at his own hands, which are restrained. "His tongue, his eyes." He then looks up at me. "And anyone who grieves will have a turn with the knife. At sunrise, the commander will end it with her sword. But I've never known anyone to survive until the sword. He killed 18, he will suffer the pain of 18 deaths. Then we can have peace."

I growl loudly, slamming my fist into the wall once again, before exiting the medical center. 

"Tatum." Clarke calls after me, running out of the medical center. 

"I'm sorry, Clarke, I just couldn't stay in there any longer." I sigh.

"I know. Me neither." Clarke says. "He was ready to throw Finn out the gate."

"Do you think that'll happen?" I ask.

"Not if I can help it." Clarke sighs, turning to go find Finn.