Mortality

❦Time❦

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"Everlyn, get up!" I open my eyes reluctantly. The first thing I see is Octavia's face in mine.

"'Tavia, I just fell asleep. What is it?" I complain.

"You'll wanna get up for this. Something just fell from the sky." I throw the flimsy blanket off of me and rush out of my tent with Octavia. She points to where there's some smoke rising over the trees. "It fell there."

"Where's Bellamy?" I ask, looking around at the crowd.

"Here," he says, walking out of his tent. Two girls follow him out, and I avert my eyes, angry that he can casually have sex when the world around us is going to shit.

"Now we can kick some Grounder ass," Jones grins. Some of the delinquents whoop in response.

"Please tell me they brought down some shampoo," Roma, one of the girls Bellamy slept with, says. I give Octavia an exasperated look, and she shakes her head as if saying, what can we do about it?

As the crowd disperses, Bellamy walks back into his tent. Octavia and I follow him in.

"We should get moving. Everyone's already ready to get to the pod," Octavia tells her brother. He shakes his head.

"It's dark, and it isn't safe. No one is going anywhere. We'll head out at first light. Pass the word." I step in front of him to keep him from leaving the tent.

"We should go now. Everyone, including Grounders, saw that thing hit the ground. If they get there first, it's over for us," I reason. His resolve hardens.

"I said first light," he repeats, shutting me down. He moves around me, and I glare at him.

"He, of all people, should be wanting to go out there. He's hiding something," I mumble to Octavia.

"You go back to sleep. I'll figure it out, okay?" I hesitate to let it go but relent when I see the look Octavia gives me.

"Okay, okay. Just wake me up when you find anything out."

"I will." We walk out of the tent; I head to my own tent and Octavia to pester her brother. I collapse on my cot, whooped from not sleeping for what feels like weeks. I close my eyes, desperate for some energy.

I must've dozed off for a bit because soon Clarke's voice joins the mix outside. I groan, knowing I'm not gonna get any more sleep. I get back up and walk out of my tent, right into Finn. In my sleep-induced state, I stumble. Finn steadies me.

"Whoa, there," he says, a grin on his face. I take in his hair, blushed face, and barely hidden hickey.

"So, I take it Clarke took care of you?" I ask innocently. His eyes widen, and he clears his throat.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, you seemed upset earlier and I figured Clarke went to calm you down. You seem happier." He lets out a sigh of relief.

"Yeah, Clarke's good at reassuring people."

"Yeah, I'm sure. But I don't think she reassures me in the same way she does you," I grin slyly. His face glows bright red, and he looks over at Clarke.

"How'd you know?"

"C'mon. You think you can come back after hours with sex hair and a poorly hidden hickey and think I wouldn't notice?" I tease. He pulls his jacket up higher, and I snort. "I'm happy for you two. You've been dancing around each other like drunken monkeys since we landed." Finn ruffles my hair, and I scowl.