WARRIOR [2] - Bellamy Blake

seven

Avery and Bellamy had finally gotten a room together and were cuddling before they both had to go. They were in silence, shirtless and only in their underwear. Avery crawled out of the makeshift bed and grabbed a neckless that was on the counter.

"You still have it?" He chuckled.

"Fuck off." She smirked and asked him to clip the clasp. Bellamy came and hugged her from behind, pressing his lips against her neck. "I really love it when you do that."

He whispered in her ear. "I know."

"You have to go soon. You wouldn't want to keep Lincoln waiting."

"Let him wait, this is more important." He pressed his lips up against hers and she kissed back. "More Important than saving all our friends?"

"Okay, I'm wrong." He smirked down towards her and she smiled back while pulling away. She threw him his trousers while putting on her own.

They finished getting dressed in silence, dreading when they were going to leave each other. They walked up to the gate where they found Lincoln waiting. He gave her a kiss goodbye before leaving, leaving Clarke and Avery together. "I don't like lying to him."

"Neither do I. But we need a second person in there, Bellamy doesn't work well alone. And he's too protective of you."

"What do you mean?" She asked while looking straight ahead and biting her bottom lip.

"You know what it means Avery."

***

She waited a couple of minutes to get suited up and then left. She walked through the forest, using the trees as the grounders would do.

Halfway there, she abandoned her kit and started walking alone. Avery kept her knife in case but ditched everything else as part of the act.

She reached the huge metal door where she had fallen last time and started banging on it. "Please! Help me!" She acted. The weel on the door moved and red smoke flooded outside. The Brunette stayed awake as long as she could but her legs finally gave way and her head hit the dirty ground.

Two mountain men exited and carried her inside.

Step 1 completed.

***

She was in the same clothes she had before, except they were cleaner. She was laying on a bed tied by the wrist. Avery tugged at it but it made a creaking noise. "You shouldn't be here." Someone said from the doorway. "They'll kill you."

"Who are you? Let me go, I have to find my friends." The man stepped out of the shadows for Avery to see him. He had short hair, pale skin and brown eyes. His voices sounded familiar somehow, like he had spoken to her before. "Do I know you? You sound familiar."

"I saved you the first time they caught you."

"So you stopped me from seeing my friends." She growled. "Where the hell am I? I can kill you, snap your neck. Untie me and let me go."

"Mount Weather. And you're not going anywhere dressed like that, they'll recognise you in an instant." He told her and took out his hand for her to shake. "I'm Jonathan."

"Avery." She told him. "I would shake your hand but I'm tied to a table."

"Sorry."He untied the rope, careful not to rip it. "I have some clothes for you, and you'll have to take the vents to get to your friends." Avery was confused, why was he helping her? He handed her a load of clothes which consisted of A pair of jeans a top and a leather jacket. She slipped them on and walked out of the room.