Day Trip

3rd Person POV

"Come on Bellamy, pick up the pace." Clarke yells to the man behind her.

He widens his strides and catches up with her. "Do you remember what happened the last time we went looking for one of the supply depots on you stupid map?" He groans.

"You made sure we weren't followed this time, and it's right there so there isn't a point in going back to camp empty handed."

They both stop at the entrance to the bunker and stare at the door for a moment. Bellamy walks up to it and grabs the handle, giving it a strong pull. It creaks open, seemingly leading to a long dark tunnel. They step inside and lighting up their flashlights they walk down the steps into the darkness.

"Let's split up, we'll be able to search faster." Clarke suggests. "And then you can get back to camp like you want too."

They turn away from each other and begin to search different areas of the bunker. A few moments and cobwebs later, Bellamy hears Clarke calling for him from her side. He jogs over and finds her standing in front of a large door.

"What do you think is behind it?" He asks.

Clarke shrugs. "There's only one way to find out." She gestures towards the door, meaning for him to open it.

"I am always the muscle right?" He jokes.

"Would you just open it Bellamy?" She tells him.

He wrenches open the door and they stand shocked. In front of them are rows upon rows of pods. The tunnel seemingly goes on forever. Most of the pods are black, and neither of the two can see inside of them. But they keep walking and eventually come to a glowing yellow one.

"It's a- it's a girl?"

They stare at each other and then back down at the sleeping girl in the pod at their feet.

"What the hell do we do?" Bellamy looks at Clarke worried.

She rolls her shoulders back and crouches down. "We get her out."

They take opposite sides of the pod and look for a way to get her out. Bellamy brushes dirt off the bottom of the pod and notices something. "Hey, look."

"Tatianna Riley Masse." Clarke whispers."That must be her name."

They grab both sides of the pod lid and push upwards, attempting to pry it open. It works and and fog dissipates around them. They get a better look at the sleeping girl. "She looks so peaceful."

Clarke grabs underneath her arms and slides her out of the pod onto the floor. She grabs her wrist to check her pulse and lets out a sigh of relief. "Her pulse is steady and she's breathing."

"Great, now what?" Bellamy asks. "We just wait for her to wake up?"

"Let's get her back to camp." Clarke tells him. "We will know more once she wakes up."

-/-

Tatianna POV

I jolt awake at the sound of people moving around me. I look around and my eyes narrow in suspicion. There are people I don't know surrounding me in a place I'm not familiar with.

"Where the hell am I?" I say to my crowd of captors.

A man walks towards me with his hands up. "You're in our camp. We found you in a pod in a supply depot and we brought you back here to keep you safe."

"What are you talking about." I stand up and keep my back to the wall.

Another person walks towards me. "My name is Clarke." She gestures to the man. "This is Bellamy. Can you tell us who you are?"

I slowly inch towards what I think is the exit. "Call me Toby."

"Do you remember anything?" Clarke asks me.

I stop and think, I actually cannot remember anything, but I won't let them know that. "Why would I tell you? You kidnapped me."

"Hey, hey, hey. We didn't kidnap you. We rescued you." Bellamy steps forward.

I try and think back, but it's as if there's a cloud in my mind, blocking me from remembering. Apparently it shows in my eyes because Clarke steps forward, looking worried.

"Can I ask you some questions?" I nod and she continues. "What is your full name."

"Tatianna Riley Masse."

She nods. "We saw that on the side of your pod."

"What pod? What are you talking about?" I ask her, confused.

Clarke and Bellamy give each other a look. "Can you tell me where you think we are?"

"Probably Alberta, Canada. Unless you took me across a provinces border." I tell them.

Now it's her turn to be confused. "Alberta? Canada?"

"Yeah, obviously. That's where I live."

She steps towards me and I lean away from her. "You must be confused. There haven't been provinces since before the missiles?"

I laugh. "What missiles? Are you all on drugs or something?"

"What's the date?" Bellamy asks me.

I shrug. "Yesterday it was June 16th, so today it's June 17th."

"And the year?" He means for me to continue.

"2019." I tell them.

Everyone stumbles back, and silence falls among the crowd as they process what I just told them.

"You think it's 2019?" Clarke asks me.

I smirk at her. "All year long. Now can you let me go so I can go home? I've got school."

Bellamy walks towards me and crouches down so he's eye level with me. "Listen, it's not 2019. It's 2149."

I hear the number that he tells me and I burst out laughing. "Oh god, you people really are crazy." I push Bellamy away from me. "But seriously, let me go."

"You think we're crazy? Then let's go outside. Have a look around." He suggests.

The crowd parts and I follow Clarke and Bellamy outside. At first glance it looks just like a normal forest, with group of teenagers going camping. But then I look closer. Their clothes are patchy, torn and then mended over and over again. The tents are dirty and don't look like any I've ever seen before. There's a wall on the far side, made out of logs and sheet metal. I stumble and turn around. I look up and up and up.

"This is impossible." I mutter under my breath. I spin around and begin to walk towards the wall. "This is impossible."

-/-

Clarke POV

I watch as the girl walks away from us. Muttering under her breath and stumbling with each step. "Bellamy she's going to pass out."

"You don't know that."

I look up at him. "I do know. I would. That is an unimaginable thing, she's probably in shock."

Sure enough the girl trips and falls to her knees. I jog over and put my hands on her shoulders. She flinches away from me and drops her head in her hands. Eventually her body shuts down and she falls to the ground. Bellamy comes over and picks her up gently, bringing her back to the drop ship. I follow him and tell the crowd of people to clear out so we can have peace.

"She'll come through it. She will." Bellamy reassures me.

I shake my head. "Sure, she'll wake up again, but then what? She has a one hundred and thirty year gap in her head."

"What do you think happened? It's like she has no idea about the pod, or being put in there."

We both turn to look at the sleeping girl. A tear slips down her cheek and her eyes flutter open. She stares at the top of the drop ship for a long time, and Bellamy and I just sit and watch her.

"School was almost over." She starts and I begin to stand up but she holds out her hand. "I was so excited, I was going to be graduating in the next year. It was summer so it was always hot at night." Her voice cracks and more tears begin to gather beneath her eyes. "I had trouble falling asleep when it was so hot, not even a fan was helping. My mom gave me some of her sleeping pills. I took them and then I fell asleep. And I- and I woke up here."

She swings her legs over the edge of the cot and sits up. We watch her stand up and walk over to us. She holds out her hand and I shake it. "Pleased to meet you Toby." I tell her with a small smile.

A sob escapes from her. "You too Clarke." She looks over at Bellamy. "You too Bellamy." She steps back. "Could you take me back to the pods?"

I nod. "Of course. We'll leave in an hour."

-/-

Toby POV

I stand in front of my pod and stare down at it. This was where I slept for one hundred and thirty years. I kneel down and start to shift the dirt around it, looking for anything that could explain how I got there. A metal box glints at the bottom where my feet would have been and I pull it out. I shuffle back and sit on the dirty floor with the box in front of me. I slowly open the lid and look at the items inside.

I pull out the first item on top, my favourite book; Oliver Twist. I smile through the tears at the dog eared pages and notes at the ends of the chapters. There's one of my paper cranes, slightly squashed underneath the book, but I adjust it and it looks like like it ever did. "If you fold one thousand paper cranes you get a wish." I laugh to myself and place it next to the book.

The last thing I pull out is my great grandmother's engagement ring. My mom gave it to me a couple months before that night. She told me the story that goes along with it, and all the love it helped to join together. I put the three items back in the box and close the lid.

I stand up and walk further into the tunnel, looking for more live pods. I look in every window, searching for a face. Eventually I get to a darkened pod and let out a small scream. I kneel down and pry the lid off the pod. Grunting as I pull the person out onto the ground.

"Come on, please wake up. Please wake up." I shake her slightly, tears dropping onto her face. "Please Bria, don't leave me here alone."

I press my forehead to hers and hum our song.

You look so calm, not one bit scared

In the monster's stare.

What I got, I'll share.

So let em' burn the world.

If a cardboard castle is all we have, love

We can make it sweet.

I brush my fingertips along her nose and across her brow, down to her cheeks and her lips. I twirl a lock of her hair on my finger. "Your pod must have shutdown not long ago. You couldn't have waited?" I laugh quietly. "You never could be patient." I kiss her gently, like I used to when she was asleep and when I had to slip out before curfew. "I'm not mad though, I could never be mad at you."

I gently lower her head to the floor and move back to her pod. I reach down and grab her box. I pull it out and sit next to her. "What did your parents leave for you, hm?"

A letter, from her sister probably. I don't want to read it, because I know how important Tessa was to Bria. Sisterly love was the one line I won't cross. I place the letter underneath her folded hands and turn back to the box. My promise ring, I gave it to her a year after we started dating. I slide it onto my finger and stand up. "I made a promise to you. To love you, now and forever." Bellamy and Clarke have been standing back and watching until now. I grab Clarke's hand and close my eye, leaning my head back. "May the waters wash you clean, may you walk through the valley of death with no fear. We will love again."

I pull my hand from Clarkes and turn around. "Wait, don't you want to bury her?" She asks me.

"I just did. Look around."