Mortality

♛Reaper♛ ***

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I look up from his body and toward the direction of the gunshot. Bellamy is standing there, the gun still pointed to where he was moments before.

I wipe my face, staring at the blood staining my hand.

"Bellamy?" Bellamy holsters his gun and pulls me away from the body, his arms wound tight around me.

"I've got you," he promises. I grip his jacket, keeping my eyes on the body to make sure it doesn't move. Octavia rests her hand on my back reassuringly.

"He's gone, Everlyn. He can't hurt you anymore."

"Was that Alex?" Bellamy asks. I nod, turning my head and burying my face in his chest. No tears come, only an overwhelming sense of relief. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I left you with him and--"

"Bell, it's not your fault," I interrupt.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It didn't matter." Bellamy's jaw slackens.

"What do you mean? Of course it matters!"

"Can we discuss this when we're back at the Ark?" I ask, growing increasingly tired. Bellamy reels himself in and nods. He pulls me toward what we hope is the exit.

"What about Lincoln?" Octavia asks abruptly.

"Lincoln?" I ask, looking around.

"Lincoln's a Reaper," Octavia informs. My stomach lurches.

"Is he the one who killed Sergeant Scott?" Octavia shakes her head, but Bellamy sighs.

"We don't know," Bellamy admits.

"We have to help him." Bellamy shakes his head.

"I need to get you out of here first. I'll come back for Lincoln later."

"No. We do this now," I protest. Bellamy takes a deep breath, recognizing there's no point in arguing with me.

"What's your plan?"

"Draw him in and then knock him out?" I offer, glancing at Octavia.

"Will it work?" She asks. I shrug.

"You got a better idea?" Octavia shakes her head, and Bellamy removes his arm from around my shoulder.

"I'll be right back." He jogs off to where his body is. Octavia looks over at me, her frown deepening.

"You never told me."

"About what?" She nods toward the body, and I wrap my arms around myself. "We were all fighting to stay alive down here, and the reason I got locked up hardly seemed important."

"If I had known—"

"What? Who he was? You couldn't have just killed him, 'Tavia." Octavia's jaw clenches.

"That's exactly what I would have done if Bellamy hadn't beaten me to it." I smile softly and squeeze her hand.

"Thanks, O. Really." She raises her sleeve to my face and wipes the blood away gently.

"You're my girl. Always will be."

"Okay. Let's go get Lincoln," Bellamy says. Octavia and I turn to him, and my eyes trail to the shock stick tainted in blood.

"What's that for?" I ask, walking beside Bellamy.

"Lincoln." I glance at Octavia, who looks reserved. Bellamy grips my hand as we get closer to where Sergeant Scott was killed. Octavia moves towards the mangled body, and Bellamy sets me behind a car. "Stay here." I nod, squeezing his hand before letting him go.