"You're beautiful baby, from the outside in
Chase your dreams but always know
The road that will lead you home again
Go on, take on this old world but to me
You know you'll always...
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"I'm sorry. I'm always so depressing "
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GRACIE STARED SOLEMNLY AS SHE WATCHED her Aunt and Father tie up her Uncle with seat belts and chains. A frown etched on her pale face as she leaned her head on Harry's shoulder.
"Are you okay?" The boy whispered softly at the blonde beside him, his eyes soft as he watched her blue eyes glaze over slightly "I'm just so tired of losing everyone I care about." Harry sighed as he raised one of his hands and began to weave them through Gracie's bushy hair "You're not going to lose me, I promise."
The blonde snorted without humour, her eyes blankly staring at the locked grounder "Don't make promises you can't keep Harold." Her voice made the sociopath shiver, although he wasn't quite sure why the thought of her not being her usual self saddened him.
His thoughts we're distracted by Clarke's entrance into the dropship. The elder blonde startled by Lincoln. "It's okay, he's restrained." Bellamy reassured her. Clarke released a sigh "I can't believe we're back here again."
Octavia turns to the other female, her eyes wide and frantic as she almost pleaded to the blonde "Can you help him." Clarke averted her eyes from the brunette and took a step forward her gaze on the reaper "I knew Mount Weather controlled the Reapers. I had no idea they were creating them."
"If they can do that, what are they doing to our friends." Bellamy's question was answered with silence as horrors flashed through everyone's mind.
Shaking off her discomfort Clarke turns to Lincoln's leg injury "What happened to his leg."
"I shot him." Octavia replies her voice shaky with unhidden emotion. The thought of shooting her lover hitting her hard. Clarke's lips tighten "Can you shine the light on his neck." The brunette Blake does as she was asked causing Clarke's eyebrows to furrow "Needle marks." She whispers
"You think he's being drugged?" Bellamy inquired he eyes flickering to his daughter's figure who had been unusually quiet.
"Maybe."
With a sudden tug, Lincoln was able to free himself from his restraints and instantly attack's Clarke.
"Lincoln." Octavia yelled as the reaper attempted to take a bite from the struggling blonde beneath him. She ran to him only for him to throw brunette into the wall. Bellamy attempted to give it a shot only to receive a headbut.
Using her quick thinking Gracie grabs a pipe and slams it harshly onto her Uncles back grabbing his attention before hitting him once again on the side of his head, causing his body to fall limply to the floor. Pants fill the room as the adults look towards the youngest Blake who simply shrugs.
"You guys we're taking too long. And I wanted to hit something."
She rolled her eyes at the groups shocked looks and found her way back to Harry who simply held his hand out, signalling for her to give him the pipe. Gracie scowled at him but he was unphased "You can scowl all you want Gracie but both of us know if I don't take the pipe a lot of people will get hurt."
"Why do you care?"
"I don't but I fear if I let you hurt someone you're father will blame it on me and I will be well on my way to being a corpse."
The argument was disrupted by Gracie's father pulling a gun on the grounder that her Aunt Tavia had appeared with. "Bellamy, don't. He's Lincoln's friend and their healer." Octavia spoke her body placed in front of the grounder.
Reluctantly the elder Blake lowered his weapon and allowed the man to kneel by Lincoln. The man pulled a small bottle from his satchel. Clarke looked at the item with curiosity "What is that?" Unfortunately for her, her question was not answered.
"Yu gonplei ste odon."Quick as lightning Gracie rushes to the grounder holding her small hand out to catch the drop before it entered her Uncle's mouth. She turned to the grounder with a cold glare "Yu gonplei ste odon." She repeated "That's what they say before death. This fool is trying to kill him."
"How do even know Trigedasleng?" Questioned Harry who was to lazy to move from his spot. "Romeo." She deadpanned before resuming to glare at the irritated grounder who had reached for his knife. Which caused Bellamy to tense his gun already aimed and ready if the grounder was to lay a hand on the child.
"Nyko, Is it true." She all but hissed, betrayal clear in her eyes.
"Yes. Death is the only way."
Clarke, ever the optimist, debated his statement "Hold on. There could be a way to bring him back."
"None that I've ever seen."
"Way to be hopeful, Buttercup." Gracie piped up only to receive a glare from the grounder. However she didn't back down and proceeded to glare harder.
"We have to go. The camp's leaving." The voice of Gracie's Uncle Finn disrupts the events at hand. Nyko's blinded fury causes him to wrap his hands around Finn neck cutting of his oxygen supply. "You slaughtered my people." Nyko snarled. "Elders. Children. Innocents"
"And he's sorry Buttercup. But you need to remove your crusty hands from his throat his kind of dying." Gracie said as she tried to remove his hands off the boy's neck.
Clarke proceeded to tase the furious grounder as he turned to attack her daughter "Don't touch her." Her attention is then taken by the tan grounder whose chest had stopped moving. "His heart stopped." She muttered after failing to fo find a pulse. Clarke began CPR which seemed successful as the reaper gasped back to life.
GRACIE WATCHED WARILY AS ABBY KNEELED DOWN next to Lincoln and opened one eye. Her mother had left not long ago and Finn and Abby had come into the dropship. Even though women was supposedly her grandmother she had yet to trust her.
"Hold him down." Abby demands as Lincoln began to fight off the needle she was trying to puncture him with.
"What's happening. Why isn't it working."
Abby's eyebrows furrowed is deep worry before placing her hands on his chest and beginning CPR just as Clarke had done so earlier.
After trying relentlessly it was clear it wasn't working. Bellamy gripped tightened on his daughter as he felt warm droplets touch his shoulder. Gracie leaned into her father's touch sobbing quietly into his shoulder. He sighed placing a small kiss on her forehead "I'm sorry, sweetheart."
Silence soon ensured as Clarke entered the dropship with a group of unknown grounders behind her. "Kill them all." With that chaos pursues, Bellamy carefully placing his daughter down before reaching for his gun and aiming.
Gracie herself moving towards her mother grabbing her hand tightly, not at all in the mood to fight. Her eyes red and puffy causing Clarke to sigh and pick her up ignoring the curious look from the female commander "Please you don't have to do this. There are children here."
The commander falters slightly as she looked at the blonde curled into her mother side. But soon dismissed her hesitation "You lied. And you're out of time."
Without warning Abby pushes the taser in her hand against Lincoln's chest. Clarke's face brightens as an idea pops into her head "Hit him again."
Without any hesitation, Abby did as she was told pushing the taser in her hand against the reapers chest once more. Lincoln's mouth part and a gasp escapes his lips. His eyes flutter open.
