somewhere | b.blake ✔️

3x02

duende

[dwen-day] • Spanish

(n.) the mysterious power of art to deeply move a person

*****

It's night time now.

Besides little small talk that's painful and forced, no one speaks.

It allows Ash about 30 minutes of sleep at a time, her body jerking awake any time it tries to fall into a deeper sleep.

She's just about to start nodding off again when Bellamy suddenly slams on the breaks, the movement so sudden that Ash flies forward and hits her head on the wall.

"The hell?" She grumbles as she rubs at her head.

"There's a tree in the path," he explains apologetically. "We have to move it."

Ash squints through the darkness at the tree and holds a hand out to stop him. "It's been cut down."

"She's right," Indra says with a nod.

Bellamy looks at the tree, unconvinced. "We don't know that."

His confident expression drops when a second tree is dropped right next to the first, the force of it shaking the entire rover.

Ash sighs and rubs at her forehead. "We do now."

*****

They stay completely silent and unmoving for almost three hours before Bellamy finally snaps. "It's been three hours. What are they waiting for?"

"Even in the light, I don't see anyone," Kane says.

Monty shrugs. "I say we make a run for it."

"No, that's what they want us to do."

"We're going to have to go out there eventually," Ash argues. "They can wait for a hell of a lot longer than us."

Kane sighs but nods. "Okay, fine. Bellamy, you get into the turret and cover us. Once we get to that ridge over there, we'll cover you."

"Copy that. Run fast."

They don't even get the chance to open the backdoor when Bellamy is grabbed by the upper shoulders and pulled off the rover.

"BELLAMY!" Ash screams as a wave of panic washes over her.

"Everybody out or the boy dies," a muffled but familiar voice orders.

"Bell! I swear to god if you touch a hair on his head I will—"

"Five...four...three..."

Ash hastily fiddles with the backdoor to get out, panic threatening to make her pass out. "We're coming, okay! We're coming!"

The second the door is open, two hands grab her body and roughly shove her to the ground. The pain that spreads in her knee makes her grunt into the dirt, but she tries to hide it.

Obviously she doesn't do it very well when Bellamy struggles against the holds on him, "You sons of b!tches—"

"All targets secure," one of the people interrupts Bellamy as Monty is shoved out and searched for something.

"Found it," another says, holding the beacon up.

Monty thrashes in his holds and shouts, "That's mine! Give it back!"

"Let it go, Monty," Ash warns, the sound muffled by the dirt her face is stuffed in.

"Monty?" One of the people says in disbelief and recognition, their entire body tensing up.