Reckless

Cut Off

Chapter 13

Their eyes fluttered at the obnoxious banging against the metal door. She heard Octavia rise breathlessly from a deep sleep. Clarke watched as the faded blue blanket moved down her body because Octavia was snatching it with her while she leapt from the bed, stumbling and falling to her knees. She cursed, only to stand up again and slam into the metal door. Clarke suppressed a giggle, "Who is it?" She groaned sleepily.
Octavia was wearing a pair of jeans and her undershirt. There were thick lines etched into her skin because of the position she was laying in for the majority of the late afternoon. She was in a bit of a depression because of Lincoln but she also didn't want to be confronted by strangers. The memory of her nickname, "The girl they found in the floor" circled her mind as she thought of all the strangers she'd never met before.
Her question of who was knocking at her door had limited answers but they both knew who it was. His apologetic voice echoed throughout the tiny room (almost as small as Bellamy's tent) shortly after Clarke regained her ability to comprehend her surroundings. She was tired and she was annoyed with him. She faintly remembered being annoyed with him. "Is she in there, O?" He asked sweetly, causing Clarke to sigh heavily. She had to remind herself why she was upset in the first place. Bellamy was being a caveman—he wouldn't let her do what she had to do. It wasn't fair. Clarke shook her head as an indication that Octavia should lie. She wasn't ready to face him—she knew his viewpoint was not going to change and what was the point of arguing?
"No." Octavia answered flatly, wiping the sleep from her eyes as she stood idly by the door. She looked down for a moment to see if it was locked. Of course it was locked...if it wasn't, Bellamy would be staring at them with those brown eyes and judging their sleeping arrangements. "I haven't seen her since last night."
"I know you're not being honest. Let me in." Bellamy sounded as if he were fighting his own annoyance. He understood why Clarke was angry with him, he'd fallen in love with a strong woman who liked to do things her way. She was used to fighting with him, it was practically second nature. He imagined the fights would only increase over the course of her pregnancy. He was typically strong but Clarke made him...she made him weak but the good type of weak. She was the type of weakness that brought intense happiness—but also fear. He'd never been more afraid in his life when it came to protecting his family. It hit him hard that his entire family was hiding in the same room from him.
He heard his little sister sigh, "Not going to happen. I'm naked." If he could see the smile on her lips, he would have converted his frown to an instant grin. Octavia turned back to look at Clarke and winked. "Come back later."
He didn't speak to Octavia this time, he spoke directly to Clarke. "Baby..." He called to her gently, pressing his forehead to the door. Clarke looked at Octavia, her own weakness evident on her face. Octavia groaned before she opened the door. She watched as her brother dove for the bed .5 seconds after seeing the love of his life.
"Looks like I'm not going back to sleep." Octavia mumbled as she shut her door, locking it once more. She sat on the edge of her bed as Bellamy kissed on Clarke's flat stomach, muttering apologies left and right for offending her. She smiled at the sweet moment but she soon felt a pang in her heart for Lincoln. She looked away from the scene and focused on the welded lines in her bedroom. After a while of sickening kissing sounds, she felt her brother's hand on her shoulder.
"You know we're going to find him, right?" He told her and she nodded, not exactly sure if he was right. He pulled her close to his chest and laid her down next to him much like Clarke was next to him. He had both arms wrapped around the two—no, three—most important people in his life. He watched as Clarke reached over him to hold Octavia's small hand. "We're going to be okay. Everyone is going to be okay."
No one voiced their doubts in that moment because they were scared they would ruin it. The truth was, they had nothing going for them and everything against them. They weren't allowed out of the gate—trust in Bellamy's adamant stance towards Kane to let him talk to the grounders rather than reckless soldiers or Clarke when it came to that argument—and they weren't allowed weapons.
Clarke kept reciting her plan over and over in her mind.
1). Talk to the grounders—get them to agree to work the Ark. Talk the Ark into not slaughtering their friends.
2). Rescue her friends! (She didn't really have a plan for the actual rescue mission. She would need time to think over the best possible plan for that.)
3). Get the hell out of Camp Jaha. A lot harder than it sounded.
She closed her eyes and continued to build her plan in her head. She had to get out of the camp to talk to the Commander. She had to find Lincoln... for Octavia. She had so many things to do in a short amount of time. She wanted things done before she started to show or before her baby bump was an issue. "We're still not having sex." Clarke mumbled when she felt Bellamy move.
"I wasn't trying anything, princess."
"Oh, I know. I just thought I would slip in occasional reminders so you don't forget." She smirked, "I'm not joking, Bellamy. You're seriously cut off."
Her only response was an uneasy groan as he realized she was being absolutely serious.