Reckless

Mount Weather

Chapter 9

Bellamy and Finn looked at each other. Bellamy wasn't sure if Finn was going to hug him or choke him but he didn't have to find out the answer because Abby Griffin was by Finn's side as if he mattered more than Bellamy. If she knew what Finn did to her daughter...
Bellamy had to focus. He couldn't keep going to that place in his mind—or that place in his heart that Clarke inhabited. He needed to be strong, he needed to be cold. He had to be a warrior, not a love-struck idiot.
But looking at the way Abby put her hair up—the way she carried herself. She was a constant reminder of Clarke. Finn looked at Bellamy, "Where do you think they are?"
"I don't know, Finn." Bellamy didn't even sound aggravated by his presence. "We're going to find them, though. I promise you that."
"Do you think they're-"
"Don't go there." It wasn't Bellamy that responded, it was Abby. "Finn, you know Clarke better than anyone right now...where would she be?"
"Mrs. Griffin." Finn shook his head, "I don't know Clarke anymore... you're going to have to ask her partner." He moved his head towards Bellamy. "They're close."
Abby looked like it actually pained her to talk to Bellamy. "I got arrested saving a man—a good man—that you shot."
"I got pardoned."
"I didn't have the opportunity to vote." She said coldly, "But my daughter trusts you enough to lead these teens and I can deal with that until we find her." Bellamy nodded.
Finn opened his mouth, "We have to go back to the campsite."
"Consider it done."

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Clarke, Octavia, Raven and Miller sat in a corner, sipping on fresh water with small smiles on their faces. "Pregnant?" Miller said, "Congrats!" Clarke sighed because she wasn't feeling the warm fuzzy feelings that people were supposed to feel when it came to pregnancy. She was scared, she was nervous and she was on edge. She wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of the creepy place and find Bellamy. But, she couldn't afford to be impulsive.
"We could open the doors." Raven said, "But we'd we killing innocent people that have no idea what's going on."
"We could kill the leaders and doctors." Octavia said, "They're the evil people."
"But these people have grown up with them...they'll revolt and people will die." Clarke said, "We have to do this with as little blood on our hands as possible. We need to focus on our escape first and then gathering people to help us."
Miller opened his mouth but paused before he actually said anything, "We're going to leave them behind..."
"We have to in order to save their lives."
"Ever feel like we're reliving history?" He said, "The people on the Ark made the same choice a hundred years ago... they left the ancestors of the grounders behind, left these people behind and look at the results." He exhaled, "There are going to be causalities no matter what Clarke. It's your call to make. Whose lives matter? Whose don't?"
"Everyone matters." Raven spoke up, "And if we stay here we're going to end up like the grounders! We can't avoid death all around."
"Stuck between a rock and a hard place." Clarke mused absently as her voice became monotonous. Was she going to have to make a sacrifice that she didn't want to have to make?
Her life.
The life of her unborn child?
Who matters?

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Bellamy and Finn looked at the destruction of their home. Toppled over tents and some type of left over residue lining everything...it sickened Bellamy. "Lincoln was with them." He said, "He's a trained warrior..."
"He's one man." Finn said, "He can't protect nearly 100 people...can he?"
Bellamy shrugged, "He shouldn't have to." I should have been here... "It wasn't the grounders. Clarke has the treaty with them...that tattoo and all." He shouldn't be thinking about that tattoo—it was a major turn on. "The grounders had enemies before us."
"And?"
"And maybe we inherited their enemies." Bellamy told him, "You're a tracker, Finn...I need you to track Lincoln."
"Not Clarke?"
"Not Clarke." Bellamy said, "Lincoln's our best chance right now. If he could, he'd leave tracks or something."
Abby caught up with them eventually. Her hair starting to frizz out like Clarke's did sometimes. "Anything?" She asked while Finn closed his eyes and knelt on his knee. Bellamy wanted to laugh bitterly at him because he looked like a fool. He was definitely showing off.
Bellamy was the one who spoke, "The gate is slightly damaged on the left side but it seems that whoever came in, came in through the front...the lack of bodies says that my people were either killed or they were drugged. The optimist in me is praying it was some type of drug which would explain whatever the hell this dust is."
"And if they were killed?"
"There's no blood." Bellamy said, "It would be a poison and if this dust is a poisonous thing then we're dead." And if they're all dead...I want to be dead.