Astataine

Chapter Twenty Seven

"Hey again. Todays the second anniversary of the long nap. Harper's been eating too much algae."

Groggily I roll my neck sensing my bed sliding along its mechanical railings. Squinting as the hiss of my chamber lid opens I shut my eyes just to escape the dimly blinding light. Feeling like I've just woken from a really long nap I sit up and dig the palms of my hands into my eyes as if it'll elevate the sleepy effects of my ten-year sleep. Peering around I'm suddenly very aware that no other chambers are sliding open. Furrowing my eyebrows confused I glance over my shoulder to see both Bellamy and Clarke watching me from Bellamy's chamber. They appear just as confused and worried as I, their wide eyed gaze on me. With a small shake of my head I slide clumsily from my second pod up. Boots slamming against the metal floor with a deafening thud I continue looking around "This isn't right."

"What do you mean Ave?" Bellamy croaks, sliding off his bed as Clarke's arms fold worriedly over her chest.

"We should've been the last to wake", I explain warily, glancing around at our sleeping people "We were amongst the last to go into cryo."

Finishing my thought, Clarke wonders "So why is it just us awake?"

"That's the way mom and dad wanted it." Immediately our eyes snap to the left. Stood before us is a boy who seems about our age when we'd first reached the ground. Hand on his hips, the boy watches us with a kind of fascination that feels oddly familiar. Yet I can't place his face amongst all the people who we helped into cryo. I pride myself on knowing everyone yet here I stand at a loss trying to place his face. Wondering if Clarke and Bellamy know I share a glance with them only to see a similar glimmer of wonder on theirs. "Uhhh... Can I just say wow" The boy excitedly speaks, either to us or himself I can't tell "I mean I can't tell you how good it is to finally meet you." Speechlessly I raise my eyebrow trying to deduce what the hell is going on "Weird but good. Great actually-"

"Who are you?" Bellamy finally asks the question, the three of us hesitantly wandering closer to the boy who's rambling at us.

As if he's a deer caught in headlights, the boy nods placing a hand to his chest "My name. Right. I didn't tell you my name." His expression morphing into something apologetic, he quickly adds "Sorry. I've never met anyone before so I clearly suck at it." When it's clear we're still not quite understanding, the boy introduces "I'm Jordon. Monty and Harper's son."