𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒪𝓃𝑒 - a Fanfiction of The 100

chapter twenty-one

The hours that pass after Lincoln was taken are miserable. Not only is the storm absolutely brutal, but I finally have caught up to Bellamy... and Lincoln. One of the boys struggles under the immensity that is Lincoln, and, wordlessly, I tap his shoulder and take his place under the weight of my friend. I gasp, a sound unheard by the wind and rain, but struggle on, benefitting from my workouts with the man I help carry now. There would absolutely be no way I would be able to do this a few months prior. In the short time between our paths crossing and my catching up, they'd blindfolded Lincoln, a smart move had he been the enemy and I'm not sure if he's unconscious, but I have to try communicating with him.

"Lincoln?" I whisper as I trudge along, the downpour causing my words to only be heard by anyone very close. "Are you awake? Are you okay?" I glance forwards when there's no response, looking specifically at Bellamy, my eyes narrowing. If he did, or does anything more to harm my friend, I won't be so forgiving.

Upon reaching the camp, we enter the dropship to all the remaining 100 crowding around its cramped quarters.

A girl announces our arrival loudly, and the boy helping me carry Lincoln lets go of him almost the instant we're inside. His weight being too much for me alone, he slips off my shoulder with a thud that makes me cringe.

Octavia's there in an instant calling Bellamy out, but he barely acknowledges her, instead looking to the boys who helped us bring Lincoln back.

"Bring him upstairs." He orders, our eyes briefly meeting.

Clarke appears, agreeing with Octavia, before a spluttering voice echoes from what sounds like a radio.

"We're ready, Clarke." An older woman says, her words garbled. "Can you hear me?"

Bellamy looks just as shocked as I do, but his expression quickly reverts to one of hardened steel as Clarke continues.

"That's not who we are." She says, trying to persuade him to be better. Once more, the voice asks, "Clarke?" and Bellamy pauses, only briefly, before responding.

"It is now."

After Bellamy and the boys go upstairs, I go to Clarke, only mildly more interested in the radio, which I know has to be talking to the Ark, than in Lincoln. He was breathing, I checked, and I'm suddenly afraid that if we're communicating with the Ark, then certainly they will be here before we know it.

The woman's voice directs Clarke on what to do, starting to explain everything in detail as the noise in the dropship begins to grow louder. Two people start to fight, easily complicating the situation further. Frustrated, Clarke curses, then turns to me.

"Clear the room." She orders me and I comply, turning to the boys and yelling so they listen. Raven helps me.

"Everyone, upstairs! Now!" I roar, attempting to herd the crowd up. "Let's go, move it!" As I lead them up, I hear Clarke mention something about a fever. A shiver runs up my spine as Raven turns back to help Clarke. If Finn dies- no, I won't think that. The whole group of kids will turn on him, Raven and Bellamy leading the pack. That cannot happen.

With one last glance at Raven and Clarke, Finn on the table between them, I sigh and follow the group upstairs.

As soon as I get through the first hatch, I ascend the ladder to the top floor of the dropship. A kid tries to stop me, but I push past him and finally open the door to the floor my friend is on. I hear Bellamy and his sister arguing as I enter the floor. Some kid tries to tell me to leave, but I push past, standing behind the Blake siblings as they argue.

Lincoln is standing, his arms attached to ties that hold him up, and he's glaring at Bellamy. Once his line of vision meets my eyes, his scowl deepens. I feel a pang seeing him like that, and suddenly I'm desperate to get him out.

"He was protecting me. You don't have to do this, have him here." Octavia pleads with her brother, but I know it won't help. Me butting in won't either, but I try my hardest to think of a plan, a solution to my problem that doesn't end with my friend dead.

"It's not about you." Bellamy responds harshly. "I'm doing this for everyone."

"You did that for everyone?" Octavia stares past Bellamy at Lincoln and once again I feel a pang in my chest.

"That was for Jasper and for Finn." Bellamy says evenly, his tone still sharp. "And Roma and John and Diggs."

"It wasn't him!"

"You don't know that!" Bellamy yells and Octavia's face grows steely. "We need information, how many there are, what exactly we're up against and why they're killing us."

I stare between them, standing next to the guy who tried to stop me, as we both watch the interaction with mutual interest. Me, because I want to make sure my friend isn't murdered, and him, arguably because it's the most entertainment he's gotten in a long time.

"And right now? He's gonna tell us." Bellamy looks at Lincoln and, as Octavia shakes her head, I start forwards, the guy finally remembering I've been standing next to him, grabbing my arm to stop me.

"No, Bellamy!" Octavia cries, grabbing Bellamy's arm as he saunters towards Lincoln.

"Please, don't do anything rash!" I call out as well, Bellamy looking back and finally realizing I'm there.

"Miller, get my sister downstairs." Bellamy orders, and two guys in the room, the one by Lincoln and the one next to me, grab Octavia and pull her back as she protests.

Stepping aside to let them pass, I catch Octavia's eyes, giving her a look I hope she understands, 'don't worry, I'll save him'.

"Get Cal out, too." Bellamy adds and I protest, but the other guy in the room also forces me back. I comply, not wanting anyone to have to man handle me, and pause behind Octavia.

Finally, with her eyes flaming, Octavia pulls herself out of their grasp and turns to leave, pausing to speak once more.

"I don't think he even speaks English, so he won't understand you." She declares, sharing a look with Lincoln. I realize the brilliance of Octavia and realize why Lincoln likes her as much as he seems to.

She leaves, Bellamy paying no heed to her words as he utters,

"I think he will."

My blood turns to ice as I catch Lincoln's eye once more before, hoping, praying, needing him to stay alive, as one of the guys gives me a push to the back, forcing me to follow Octavia.