The Fight For Survival

Nine - Unity Day

~Nera’s P.O.V~

“My friends, this is a historic Unity Day,” Jaha says on the small screen that we have set up so anyone who wants to watch can. It’s only a one way video. He’s talking to others on the Ark and it’s recorded for us on the ground. “Every year, we mark the moment our ancestors of the twelve stations joined to form the Ark, but this is the last time we do so while aboard her. Next year, on the ground.”

“Right,” Miller speaks, “after we did all the work. Someone shut him up.”

“You shut up Miller,” I say. “You don’t have to watch.” I tune out of the video and look around camp.

“Woo! Yeah! Monty strikes again!” Jasper yells, coming out of his and Monty’s tent. “Call this batch Unity Juice! Who’s thirsty?” People cheer and crowd around Jasper, all desperate for the ‘Unity Juice’ Jasper and Monty have made.

The Unity Day celebrations on the ground really kick off when night falls. There are people drinking and playing games and messing around. But not everyone is celebrating. I’m not. I never saw Unity Day as a cause for celebration. What was there to celebrate anyway? I spot Bellamy and walk over to him.

“Hey Bell.” He looks at me and smiles.

“Hey beautiful.”

“The comms are still dead,” I tell him. “They cut out during the pageant.”

“Best Unity Day ever,” he says sarcastically and raises his eyebrows at me. I chuckle and look at everyone else as they celebrate.

“Do you really think now is a good time to be having a party?” I ask. “I mean, the Grounder is still out there.”

“Grounders,” he corrects me. “By now he’d have made it home. He’s probably putting together a lynch mob. It’s all right, I’ve got security covered. You should go have some fun, join the party while there’s still time to have fun before the first exodus ship comes down.”

“No thanks, I’m not in the mood for partying,” I say. “I have a bad feeling.”

“Wait, what kind of bad feeling?”

“Like something really bad is going to happen soon,” I answer and Bellamy frowns.

“Nera, nothing is going to happen. We are prepared.”

“I know we are prepared,” I nod. Bellamy pulls me into his arms.

“Anyway, if anyone tries to hurt you, I am here for you. No matter what. I’ll never leave you,” he promises.

“Is that our thing now? ‘I’ll never leave you’?”

“Yes. I’ll never leave you.”
“I’ll never leave you,” I repeat. Bellamy smiles and kisses me.

“Hey, I need to talk to you both,” Clarke says, walking over to us.

“Do you mind?” Bellamy responds rudely and continues to kiss me.

“This is serious,” Clarke raises her voice slightly. I pull away from Bellamy and look at Clarke. Bellamy groans, keeping his arms around my waist, and looks at Clarke.

“Everything’s serious with you. So talk,” he says.
“Finn’s set up a meeting with the Grounders,” she tells us. Bellamy’s arms tighten around my waist. “I’m leaving to go talk to them.”

“Because you think that impaling people on spears is code for ‘let's be friends’, have you lost your damn mind?” Bellamy snaps.

“I think it might be worth a shot,” I speak up. They both look at me. “I mean, we do have to live with these people.”