Book 3 of the Tugsten Series
Following Season Five of The 100.
Ranking
#19 in engineer 05/05/2020
#18 bellamyblake 10/12/2019
#17 in clarkegriffin 02/11/2019
#9 in seasonfive 11/03/2020
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I don't think I can keep wandering around convincing myself I'm in love with Echo when you still make me feel like the twenty-three-year-old man who followed you around like a lost puppy."
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Stalking through the hallways I duck and dive around other Grounders who are preparing to move out. All morning packs have been gathered and the remaining rations distributed to prepare Wonkru's trek through the wasteland to take on Diyoza. As some stride past with weapons ready to distribute I spot Harper and Monty walking past. Their hands entwined I don't miss the disappointment etched into their features. Monty's head is down as he passes me by but Harper offers me a sympathetic smile.
Returning it I continue on my way to my lab. Stepping inside I let my eyes flicker around the small room that I've spent a majority of my six years in. Waltzing through the room I let my hand glide over the metal benchtop I'd created years ago to work on. It's my lab but I've spent more time in here than I ever did in my bunk. Like on the Ark and in Arkadia it'd been my sanctuary, my home. The workshops is where I thrive and where I go to find peace. My mood falls as I wander across to the cabinet I store my daggers in for safe keeping. Opening the bottom draw I lift out the weapons I never thought I would use to draw blood again. Leaning over my workbench I pulled a dagger from its sheath, gliding my finger over the inscription Lincoln engraved into the metal.
Fierce Protector.
At the mere name I humourlessly chuckle, giving a small shake of my head at the name I'd been known by to all. After everything I've done, it feels undeserved. A title I have no right claiming anymore.
"You look like you're ready to stab it through the bench." Rolling my eyes I only give Bellamy a meek shrug as he watches me from the doorway. My eyes falling back to the inscription. "Fierce Protector", Bellamy recites as I hear him drawing closer to me, stalking around the other side of the bench "It's a long time since I've heard that."
"It's a joke", I sourly tell him. With a hard look at the blade I toss the weapons onto the bench with a clatter.
Glancing up to Bellamy he raises his brows skeptically at my action. "You never use to think that Ave", Bellamy curiously leans over the bench.
