Mortality

༄Demons༄ ***

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"Okay, tell me again," Bellamy says, leaning over the map Clarke drew of Mount Weather.

"It's a labyrinth. We got to the dam through this tunnel," Clarke says, pointing to a line on the map. "It's all connected to the mine system. That's our way in."

"Are you sure we can get past the Reapers and the Mountain Men?" I ask. Clarke nods.

"I swear to God if your mom doesn't sanction the mission soon, I'm going by myself," Bellamy grumbles.

"You won't be by yourself," Clarke assures. I nod in agreement. Finn walks out of the Ark.

"Guess the inquisitions over. How's Finn doing anyway?" Bellamy asks Clarke.

"I don't know. I don't know what to say. He just kept shooting." My heart screams in pain at the memory.

"We're at war, Clarke. We've all done things," Bellamy says. Clarke's eyes shoot to me, knowing that he screwed up.

"'We've all done things'? We may be at war, but you don't see me shooting up a village of innocents! How could you even try to justify that? Nio is an orphan because of Finn!" Clarke puts her hand over mine.

"He knows," she says, glaring at Bellamy.

"Hey," Finn says to the three of us. I avoid eye contact with all of them.

"Next rounds on me," Bellamy says, standing. I feel his and Finn's stare on me. "Coming?"

"No," I say, staying put. Bellamy's comment hurt, so I'm going to let him know.

And because I don't feel comfortable leaving Clarke alone with a mass murderer.

Bellamy walks away, and Clarke tightens her grip on my hand as Finn sits down across from us.

"Mount Weather, what's the plan?" Finn asks.

"Still working on it," Clarke replies shortly. Murphy plops down beside me, handing me a cup.

"Check it out. Salvaged Monty's still from the dropship. If only we could salvage Monty, huh." I glare at him, and he holds up his hands in surrender. "Easy, just a joke." We're quiet for a moment. "Okay, you, uh, tell 'em we're cleared?" Murphy asks Finn.

"No." Finn stares intently at Clarke while Clarke quite obviously avoids it.

"Well, it looks like our pardon for surviving includes our time on the ground. Now bigger fish to fry, I guess."

"That's a relief." Murphy looks at me. "I'm serious. It would suck if you got locked up again." Murphy nudges my shoulder, grinning.

"We did what we had to do. I gotta go." Finn stands and leaves quickly. Murphy whistles long and low, watching Finn leave.

"Trouble in paradise?" I kick Murphy's shin, and he winces.

"Just because they pardoned you, doesn't mean I have," Clarke snaps.

"Chill, Clarke. It's not his fault," I remind her.

"Guys," Raven calls, walking up to our table. "Beat it, Murphy." He stands with his drink.

"Well, then, I'm gone."

"What's up?" I ask.

"I know why we haven't heard from any other Ark stations. Mount Weather's jamming us."

"Show us," Clarke says. I spot Murphy over at the bar and falter a little.

"You guys go on. Catch me up later." Clarke and Raven nod, talking while heading toward engineering. I sit on the stool to the right of Murphy.