1.01
Jordan Spencer stood outside the locked doors, her fingers tapping an uneven beat. Her face was the perfect picture of calm and collected, but in her head, she was freaking out. Every few seconds she looked towards the door, waiting for it to open. When it finally did a man ushered her in. "You have to hurry," he whispered. "They're going to put them on the ship soon."
Jordan nodded, passing him without a thank you. She ran away from him, turning the corner and stopping in front of Octavia's cell. She banged on the window, alerting the girl inside that Jordan was there. Octavia's eyes widened, shooting up from the floor to be level with her. From Jordan's calculations, the guards would be there soon, and if that was true, then Jordan was going to be caught.
The older girl opened the door and slipped into the cell. No smile was exchanged, but they hugged each other nonetheless. "What are you doing here?" Octavia asked as they pulled apart.
"I had to see you before it happened," Jordan muttered.
"Before what happened?" Octavia asked confused.
Jordan didn't know if she should tell Octavia about it, but she had almost slipped already and someone was coming, she knew it. "They're sending you to the ground." Octavia took a step back shocked.
"But they can't, it's not safe. They-" The door opened, stopping Octavia's words.
"Jordan Spencer Kane, you are under arrest for breaking into unauthorized areas," a man said. The guards pulled Jordan out of the cell roughly, Octavia watching the scene blankly. She was shocked by the news Jordan dropped on her and then hearing Jordan's full name. Since when was Jordan a Kane?
Jordan glared at Marcus Kane, but the man showed no emotion. If she had had to guess though, it was probably disgust. "Go ahead and float me, Dad," she spat angrily, "maybe someone will realize you've floated your own daughter, and you'll lose some of the popularity you never had."
"I wouldn't do that to you, Jordan." He moved his hand to place his hand on her shoulder, but she pulled it away, also stepping on the foot of a guard that held her. He yelped, letting go of her instantly, giving Jordan back free range of her arm and swinging it at the man who held her right arm.
"Don't ever touch me," she told him fiercely standing her ground. She didn't know why her first action wasn't to run away from the group, maybe because she knew she wouldn't get anywhere or maybe because she didn't want to, but either reason held her there in her spot.
There was then a stinging sensation in her neck, and Jordan was losing her balance. She heard her name in the distance, but before it registered she was out.
Marcus nodded to the guard that came running to help, motioning to pick up her unconscious body and put her on his shoulder. "Put her in the ship," Marcus said to the young officer.
-:-
Jordan awoke to screams and loud bangs. She rolled her head around, rapidly blinking her eyes so they'd adjust to the light, even though it was flickering on and off. She wriggled in her seat, realizing there were restraints on, but they were only seatbelts.
With her head fully functioning she looked around the group. Around her were kids in similar positions as her, strapped to seats in some ship as it fell to Earth. She looked around for familiar faces, finding Octavia on the other side. She also saw Clarke Griffin and Wells Jaha, kids that were infamous around the Ark because of their parents.
The ship shook a couple times causing a couple kids to scream, to which Jordan rolled her eyes, if she didn't think this was going to be deadly she would have been pissed that they stuck her on a ship with screamers. She hated screaming, it brought up bad memories.
She looked back at Wells and Clarke, watching them discuss a topic that Clarke didn't seem to happy with.
Well's father, Chancellor Thelonius Jaha, appeared on screens around the ship moments later, causing to the two to stop talking. Jordan had to suppress a groan, though not many other people were as considerate. "Prisoners of the Ark, hear me now. You've been given a second chance, and as your Chancellor, it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you, but a chance for all of us, indeed for mankind itself." Jordan bit the inside of her cheek, sparing a glance at Wells to see his reaction. "We have no idea what is waiting for you down there, if the odds of survival were better, we would've sent others. Frankly, we're sending you because your crimes have made you expendable…"
"Your dad's a dick, Wells!" a boy shouted across the floor making Wells clench his jaw.
Jordan rolled her eyes, though she had never talked to Clarke or Wells, she felt slightly bad for them, especially with the reveal of her father. Jordan longed to say something to the kid who shouted, but she kept her mouth shut, opting to choose to try and get Octavia's attention from across the small room in the ship. Octavia and Jordan locked eyes, and both sighed in relief.
When Jordan finally tuned back into Jaha's speech, he was talking about the importance of Mount Weather. And then a boy Jordan recognized as Spacewalker Finn came out of nowhere. Jordan snickered at the sight, though she was slightly worried at what would happen to him if he wasn't back in when they really hit turbulence.
"Check it out," Finn said to Wells, "your dad floated me after all."
"You should strap in before the parachutes deploy," Wells said to him, but Finn shrugged his comments off. Jordan let her head fall back on the seat, her eyes closing as she thought. If she knew about the launch, then there was a good chance that he knew as well, and probably got on somehow. Bellamy would do anything for Octavia, she knew that, and sometimes she had wished it was different.
The bad turbulence hit and Jordan opened her eyes just in time to see two kids who weren't floating when she closed her eyes slamming into a wall. Sparks flew in the ship, Jordan pulling her feet back to avoid being hit by them. Jordan watched as the two boys fell to the floor, wincing when the didn't move.
Her attention was quickly pulled to her aching wrist. There was metal bracelet on it. In confusion, she looked around at the rest of the kids on the ship to see if they had them and they all did. Just what for she didn't know.
Another jolt threw Jordan's head to the back of her seat, and she let out a groan. The other kids' groans of pain swallowed her low voice, but everything grew silent eventually. In the silence Jordan assumed they made it to the ground, safely was to be determined when the doors were opened.
She was one of the first to open her seatbelt, and even though she saw many people struggling with theirs, she didn't help. Instead, she went over to the bodies of the two kids who decided to be as reckless as Spacewalker Finn and being unlucky after their decision.
"Dead," Clarke muttered to no one in particular. They stayed there in silence a few more moments before following the crowd to the lower level.
Clarke and Wells went down the ladder first, Jordan taking her time as to not face the reality she knew would be down there. However, once she was down on the ground, Clarke had already pushed her way to the front. "The air could be toxic," she told him, and Jordan bit her lip. The man hadn't liked confrontations before, she didn't know how he would respond now.
"If the air is toxic we're all dead anyway," she heard him say. Jordan took a deep breath, starting to walk to the front when she heard someone speak.
"Bellamy?" A girl's voice asked, Jordan placing it to Octavia immediately. She went through the crowd, ignoring the murmurs about her.
"God, look how big you are," he said to her, making Jordan smile. She missed the siblings. She moved to stand next to Clarke and smiled as they hugged.
The moment was over when they pulled apart though. "What the hell are you wearing?" she asked. "A guard's uniform?" Jordan narrowed her eyes as she examined his clothes, finally seeing that he was wearing a guard's uniform. She could've sworn he was a janitor.
"I borrowed it," he said, "to get on the dropship. Someone's gotta keep an eye on you." They hugged again, but Clarke broke it up.
"Where's your wristband?" she asked, causing Bellamy to realize this wasn't the situation he really wanted.
"Do you mind?" Octavia asked snarkily. "I haven't seen my brother in a year." And then her eyes fell on Jordan. Octavia's eyes lit up, and she ran to Jordan, throwing her arms around the girl's neck to hug her. "I thought they were going to kill you," she muttered.
Jordan smiled as they pulled apart, wiping away the younger girl's tears. "Apparently you suck at getting rid of-" Jordan was cut off from another voice, and Bellamy finally pulled Octavia away from Jordan with the distraction. He refused to look at the older girl, but she stared at him. He looked more muscular and taller, with longer hair and a more sunken in face. He was probably still pissed at her.
"No one has a brother!" a boy said from the back, making her roll her eyes.
"That's Octavia Blake! The girl they found hidden in the floor." Octavia lunged, and Bellamy held her back.
"Let's give them something else to remember you by," he said letting his grip go.
"Yeah? Like what?" she spat.
"First person on the ground," Jordan offered. Octavia turned around to face her and nodded. Bellamy rolled his eyes, annoyed he couldn't say it first, but he moved to the handle anyway. There was no way he was going to deny his sister this just because of Jordan, he wasn't that much of a jerk.
"God, you're a genius, Jor," Octavia complimented, winking at the girl after seeing her brother stiffen.
The door opened followed by a blinding light. When it went away, they saw different shades of green that brought the stars to justice, all while breathing air that was natural. Jordan felt herself smile and she looked to the two siblings, waiting for Octavia to step on the ground.
There was a breeze that blew everyone's hair and clothes back and Jordan took the chance to look at Bellamy's back. He was here for Octavia and so was she.
Octavia moved forward as Jordan did, coming to stand closer to the action, almost beside Bellamy. Finally, Octavia hit the ground and took a deep breath, opening her arms up after that. "We're back, bitches!" she yelled, causing Jordan to smile and Bellamy as well. Neither of them looked at each other.
Jordan was about to run forward to the ground when Bellamy's hand clasped around her forearm, preventing her from moving. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?" He asked quietly and angrily.
"I was supposed to say goodbye to Octavia," she told him.
"You knew and you didn't try to stop the ship? She could've died! I might not have gotten here in time!" He was about to ask why she didn't tell him, but he knew that answer. And there was no way he'd be the first to cave.
"There was nothing I could do Bellamy," she hissed, ripping her arm out of his grasp. "You want to think I'm sort of genius that saves everyone, but in case you forgot, I'm the reason you lost your family."
"What are not telling me?" He gestured to her hand, where she was tapping another beat on her leg. She didn't answer his question, instead, pushing her hand into her back pockets away from his gaze.
"What did you do to get on the ship? Huh?" she paused. "Why is all the blame placed on me? Bet you did something highly illegal to get on the ship? What'd you do, shoot Shumway or something?" Jordan narrowed her eyes and Bellamy scoffed.
"Not all of us are criminals, Jordan."
"Not down here, we aren't." Jordan left him after that, walking off of the ramp. Her feet sunk into the wet dirt as soon as she was down and Jordan thought it must've rained recently. What was rain like? She thought it must've been amazing, almost like a natural shower.
Jordan caught sight of Clarke leaving the dropship with a scowl on her face, following her in curiosity.
"Clarke!" Jordan called, making the blonde pause and wait for her. "I'm Jordan Spencer." Kane, she added bitterly in her head.
"Clarke Griffin," she responded wearily, sticking out her hand. "Can I help you?" she asked after their hands dropped from the shake.
"I just…" She didn't know what to say to Clarke. She liked that the blonde girl challenged Bellamy, but saying that would be weird. "I just wanted to introduce myself. I think we'll be down here for a while." It was a sad attempt at joking, but Clarke smiled anyway.
"Jordan!" Octavia yelled from behind them. "Come over here!"
"Sorry, gotta go." Clarke nodded watching Jordan leave for Octavia. "What's up?"
"What'd my brother say to you?" Octavia asked lowly.
Jordan laughed and patted the younger girl's shoulder. Octavia, after spending her sixteen years in only their compartment and knowing only her family and Jordan, tended to be really protective of Jordan. When Bellamy and Jordan's relationship went sour after the Ark found out about Octavia, she was still vying for the two to work out.
"It's nothing I'm not used to 'Tavia, trust me." Octavia nodded, looking over Jordan's shoulder to Bellamy who sat on a log staring at them. "Creeper much." Octavia laughed at the comment, sending her brother a wave as he narrowed his eyes at them after catching his stares.
-:-
Jordan was leaning on the side of the tree, watching everything that went on in front of her. At one point a kid that was maybe sixteen, and therefore six years younger than her, tried to hit on her. She shoved him away in two seconds, but he seemed to be scared off just before her hand was on his shoulder and turning him aside. When she looked around to find the person who had scared the kid off, she only saw Bellamy intently staring at Octavia, who had a huge smirk on her face.
"You still like her," Octavia teased from their spot on the side of the ship. Bellamy narrowed his eyes at his sister, not daring to look at Jordan. "Oh man, you really do sti-"
"That's enough, Octavia," he said lowly. She shut her mouth, but a smile still pushed its way onto her face.
"Cat caught your tongue, Belly?" Jordan called to them. Bellamy grimaced at her question, hating the fact that Octavia was also staring at him expectantly.
"There's nothing I want to say to you Spencer!" he yelled over his shoulder. He could have sworn he felt her eyes roll, and he felt a retort bubbling up in the air, but suddenly her words weren't directed at him anymore.
"Hey, Toad Face!" She yelled, pushing off of the tree with her leg and walking closer to the brewing fight. "Try to keep your Alpha Male attitude at bay, we don't really need one of you, let alone two." Toad Face, because his face resembled a toad, and she hadn't bothered with learning anyone's name in the first half-hour of being on the ground.
"We're trying to figure out where we are," Wells explained to her like he needed approval.
"We're on the ground. That not good enough for you?" Bellamy asked.
"Hey, Bellamy?" Jordan asked snarkily, turning around to face Bellamy with her hands on her hips, "Remember how I said we don't need any Alpha Males down here, well with your redundant statement just seconds ago, I don't think I need to remind you that my previous statement also applies to you." Her mouth pressed into a firm line after speaking, but Bellamy didn't seem happy. He never did when it came to her anymore.
"Well, if you'll remember, Spencer, I don't have anything to say to you."
Jordan laughed. "This has nothing to do with you and me, Belly. Please try to keep your raging dick out of your brain."
"Hey!" someone yelled, and Jordan turned around to come face to face with Toad-Face. "Watch what you say."
"Excuse me?" Jordan asked, stepping back so that the only thing that was in her range of vision wasn't just this kid's bug eyes. He looked vaguely familiar too, sending bells off that he wasn't good. However, the whole ship was basically filled with criminals, so he probably wasn't that great of a guy. "Can I help you?"
"I told you to watch what you say."
"That's great," she replied, patting his arm while giving him a distasteful look. "I don't really care what you want me to do."
"We need to find Mount Weather," Wells interjected. Jordan looked away from the creepy kid to Wells, narrowing her eyes on him. Even though she scolded others about blaming the kid for their parent's actions, she had a hard time separating the two, as hypocritical as it sounds. "You heard my father's message. That has to be our first priority." Jordan was about to call him out when Octavia beat her to it.
"Screw your father," she said harshly. "What, you think you're in charge here, you and your little Princess?"
"Do you think we care who's in charge?" Clarke asked Octavia.
"I do," Jordan muttered under her breath, as long as it wasn't Bellamy. Or Toad Face, definitely not those two.
"We need to get to Mount Weather, not because the Chancellor said so, but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we'll get and the harder this'll be. How long do you think we'll last without those supplies?" Unfortunately for Jordan's rational side, she knew Clarke had a very valid point. "We're looking at a twenty-mile trek, okay? So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave, now."
"I got a better idea," Bellamy said, Jordan not bothering to try and hide rolling her eyes. They had been down here half an hour and she was already fed up with Bellamy. "You two go, find it for us. Let the privileged do the hard work for a change."
"Bellamy," Jordan began with a sigh, "just shut up." She turned around to look at him, but he was making a point to only look at Clarke. A chorus of 'yeahs' surrounded them.
"I said watch what you say, bitch," Toad Face said again.
Jordan clenched her jaw, turning around to face the kid who seemingly had no self-control. "What's your name?" she asked while cracking her knuckles.
"Why?" he asked, but Jordan had had enough. She punched him in the jaw. He fell backward, one of his friends catching his arm before he really hit the ground.
"I like to know who I am punching in the face," she said down to him.
When the kid was back up on his feet, he was furious. "Come here you little bitch!" He yelled, lunging for Jordan. She stepped back three feet and the kid fell flat on his face, making everyone laugh.
"Hey!" Wells yelled, breaking up everyone's laughter. "Stop!"
The kid pushed himself up from the ground and Jordan gave him a cocky smirk. "What do you want, Chancellor of Earth?"
"Think that's funny?" Wells asked Toad Face didn't respond, instead, kicking Well's ankle so that he fell on the ground. Clarke lunged for Wells, but she was held back by Toad Face's cronies, unable to get to him.
"You're so fucking immature," Jordan muttered, taking a step to grab Well's when a hand enclosed around her arm. It was Octavia. When Jordan looked back at the duo, Toad Face was faking out Wells.
The crowd was egging on the fight, something was about to happen when Finn appeared from the top of the ship. Everyone shut up immediately. "Kid's got one leg. How about you wait until it's a fair fight?" Jordan really hated called him Toad Face, but he just stared at Finn, walking away moments later after realizing he wasn't going to win.
"Hey, Spacewalker," Octavia called, letting go of Jordan's arm and walking over to him, "rescue me next." Jordan rolled her eyes but smiled anyway, walking up to her with Bellamy. "What?" Octavia asked, looking at the two of them. "He's cute." Neither said anything and something formed in Octavia's mind. She knew that both Bellamy and Jordan still had feelings for each other, Bellamy didn't deny it before, and Jordan talked about him all the time in their secret meetings, and since she knew, she was going to use it against them. "You're already like a married couple."
Jordan and Bellamy looked at each other as soon as the words left Octavia's mouth, neither catching the smirk on Octavia's face as she backed away. They stared at each other for a few more seconds before Jordan shook her head like she was thinking back to the Ark. "Don't look at me," she muttered, more to herself than Bellamy, but he still heard her.
"Jordan?" Bellamy asked, coming into the health wing and sitting beside the young girl. "What's wrong?" She only sniffled in response, turning away from the older boy in her chair and looking at the ground. "Jord?" he asked softly, placing his hand on her shoulder. She winced, pulling her shoulder away from him and shaking her head. "What's wrong?"
"I fell into my bed," she whispered, but it was hardly audible considering the fact that she wasn't even facing him.
"Let me see," he whispered back, placing his hand on her shoulder again. She winced again but didn't pull away from him. He took that as his chance to move her face, and he could see why she didn't want him looking at her.
Somehow he didn't notice a cut that was on her shoulder, or at least the bandage on her shoulder. He used to pride himself on seeing everything that was wrong with her, but Octavia had just been sick and he hadn't been paying that much attention to Jordan, now she was suffering because of it. If he could just merge her and Octavia, then choosing between them wouldn't be hard. They could all help each other. "Jordan," he began, "what really happened?"
Jordan looked over at Bellamy, her eyes begging him to take the question back. "I fell into the bed frame," she repeated to him, and thankfully he let it drop. She had a bruise on her shoulder past the bandage, and something of a black eye forming on her right eye. Bellamy nodded, giving her a sad smile.
"Can I show you something?" he asked quietly. Jordan nodded, her eyes widening in a childish, naive way, she already forgot about what just happened. "You've just got to promise to not tell anyone about it, okay? No one can know."
"Mount Weather," the spacewalker started, "when do we leave?" Jordan watched Bellamy pull Octavia away from a group of people, seeing him give his sister a stern face. She wondered what he did to get on the dropship.
"Right now," Clarke answered, and Jordan put her hands in her pocket, looking away from the siblings to Clarke. "We'll be back tomorrow with food," Clarke told Wells.
"How are the two of you gonna carry enough food for a hundred?" Wells asked harshly.
Finn turned around and grabbed the shoulders of two boys behind him. "Four of us. Can we go now?" Clarke nodded, Octavia joining the group much to her brother's distaste.
"Sounds like a party," she said with a smile, "make it five."
"Hey," Bellamy said, following his sister to the group and grabbing her arm. "What the hell are you doing?"
Jordan rolled her eyes, "You sure know how to be the best overprotective brother the universe has ever seen." Bellamy clenched his jaw, sparing a short and disapproving glance at Jordan Spencer.
"Going for a walk," Octavia finally answered. Bellamy stared at her, and Jordan quirked an eyebrow, leaning on one foot and crossing her arms.
"Hey," Clarke said walking to Finn and grabbing his wrist. "Were you trying to take this off?" Jordan looked away from the siblings towards Clarke and Finn.
"Yeah, so?"
"So this wristband transmits your vital signs to The Ark. Take it off, and they'll think you're dead."
"Should I care?" the boy asked.
"Well, I don't know. Do you want the people you love to think you're dead? Do you want them to follow you down here in two months? Because they won't if they think we're dying." She had a point there. "Okay. Now let's go." Jordan watched them leave and Octavia turned to her brother for approval, which he gave. Octavia kissed his cheek and Jordan smirked at Bellamy who shook his head in disgust.
"Get the hell away from me Spencer," he said harshly, looking to the group as they left.
Jordan rolled her eyes. "Like I want to be this close to you anyway."
Bellamy gave her a weird look that she didn't catch as she went to Wells. "What's the problem between you and Blake?" he asked nodding to the man in the guard uniform.
"None of your business."
-:-
Wells and Jordan threw some more broken branches on the ground to the pile when Toad Face spoke. "You find water?" he asked causing Jordan to roll her eyes. She still didn't know his name.
"No," Wells answered but was cut off by Jordan.
"Go get some yourself asshole," she said standing up and wiping the dirt from her hands.
"Excuse me?" he asked walking closer to her. She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed."I said…"
"I know what you said, I'm not deaf. And if you'd like to challenge that, I'll punch you in the face." She paused, a wide smirk finding a way on to her face. "Again," she added as an afterthought. There was a twitch in his jaw, but he didn't say anything, deciding it would be easier to yell at Wells.
"You know my father, he begged for mercy in the airlock chamber when your father floated him."
"You spelled die wrong, go back to second grade." She and Wells walked away, but she turned back when they were a couple feet away. "And if you're so mad about the rules, go build a goddamn time machine to go back and fix the rules, or better yet, stop the goddamn war. With any luck, you'll die in the process." Murphy took a step towards her in a threatening way that only made her laugh. "See you later, Toad Face."
Jordan pulled Wells away before Toad Face could retort, walking the two of them out of their makeshift camp to look for a water source. "How'd you get here?" Wells asked.
"I got caught in a cell, they put me on the ship."
"But you're older than eighteen."
"Guess I got lucky," Jordan muttered, annoyed at the boy's constant need to talk.
-:-
"What the hell is that?" Jordan asked Wells. They sat a way off from the crash site, but the roar of a crowd still reached them. Jordan pushed herself up from the log, giving a hand to Wells. "If it's Bellamy, I swear I'll kill him." She dropped Wells' hand and started walking angrily to the crowd. "I mean for God's sake, we don't know what the hell is out there! They could be attracting something that could kill us all-" She stopped as they got to the crowd. It was Bellamy. She pushed through the crowd angrily, seeing a girl get her bracelet off.
"Who's next?" Bellamy asked before the crowd cheered.
"What the hell are you doing?" Wells asked, causing Bellamy's eyes to fall on the duo.
A boy tried to walk forward, but Bellamy held him back. "We're liberating ourselves. What does it look like?" Jordan's jaw tensed as she stepped forward.
"It looks like you're trying to get us all killed," Wells said angrily. "The communication system is dead, these wristbands are all we got. Take them off and the Ark will think we're dying, that it's not safe for them to follow."
"That's the point," Bellamy said, "Chancellor. We can take care of ourselves, can't we?" There were echoes of 'yeah' around the camp making Jordan shift her weight and eye Bellamy.
"You think this is a game?" Wells asked. "Those aren't just our friends and our parents up there. They're our farmers, our doctors, our engineers!" The crowd started to understand what he was saying. "I don't care what he tells you. We won't survive here on our own," he turned around to the crowd and told them everything. "And besides, if it really is safe, how could you not want the rest of our people to come down?"
"My people already are down." Jordan clenched her jaw at the words. "Those people locked my people up. Those people killed my mother for the crime of having a second child."
"Your people?" Jordan didn't want to believe his words. "Your people?" She asked again, waiting for a response that didn't come. "These are not 'your' people Bellamy. You don't feel any sense of responsibility to them, you and I both know it. You weren't arrested, you can't claim to be the same as them."
"You weren't arrested either! You can't preach me to about-"
Jordan bit her tongue her eyes narrowing in anger. "I am not preaching to you!"
"It sure as hell feels like you are!"
"Well, then you need to grow up!" Bellamy and Jordan were both breathing hard, the whole crowd staring at them to see what they had to say next. Bellamy broke his stare at Jordan, turning to Wells.
"Your father floated her," Bellamy said harshly to Wells.
"My father didn't write the laws," Wells retorted as she left the middle of the circle.
"No," Bellamy said, the tone of his voice familiar to Jordan. She turned around in the crowd, just enough space between the heads in front of her to see Bellamy's head. "He enforced them, but not anymore, not here. Here, there are no laws." Again, the crowd agreed with him and Jordan shook her head, but this wasn't her fight anymore. "Here," Bellamy began, his eyes falling on Jordan's with a smirk, "we do whatever the hell we want, whenever the hell we want." He looked back at Wells. "Now, you don't have to like it, Wells. You can even try to stop it or change it, kill me." His eyes flickered to Jordan's again, but she wasn't looking at him anymore. "You know why? Whatever the hell we want." Jordan snorted, of course, he couldn't use something he came up with, it had to be her saying.
"Whatever the hell we want!" Toad Face repeated. It annoyed her to no end when she didn't know someone's name, but this kid was too annoying for her to ask him what it was. 'You're going to get us all killed Bellamy!' she wanted to scream, but she shut her mouth tightly, only staring at Bellamy as he did so to Wells. The crowd chanted it with Murphy, and Bellamy stepped back from Wells.
"If we're doing whatever the hell we want," she muttered, storming up to Wells and Bellamy. She pulled her hand back about to punch Bellamy when Wells stopped her. She looked at him angrily. "It's whatever the hell we want Wells, and I know what I really, really fucking want." She eyed Bellamy again, but as a loud rumble went through the sky she relaxed.
The skies open up moments later, rain falling down on them. Rain.
"You lucked out this time Blake!" she yelled at him, feeling the rain droplets roll down her cheeks. He looked at her as she did, his eyes hard but his face soft.
"We need to collect this," Wells said softly.
"Whatever the hell you want," was Bellamy's only response. Wells left, leaving Bellamy alone with Jordan, or as alone as they could get with the rest of the delinquents dancing around them in pure joy.
"You think that you can lead them, Bellamy," Jordan warned, "but that mantra you've just created will only kill. You leave a trail of destruction in your path, Bellamy." She wasn't just talking about him leading the group anymore, and he knew that.
"It was your saying first, Jordan." Jordan took a deep breath, turning around and walking away, leaving a muddy trail behind her.
-:-
Jordan sat with her back against a rock, dozing in and out of sleep. She was unable to really let it take over her body, and she had no idea if it was because the ground was too hard or the fact that her heart was still pumping from yelling at Bellamy hours ago. She was trying to be quiet, so when her ears picked up the sound of rustling, she knew it wasn't her. She opened her eyes, seeing Bellamy drag Wells away from the camp and into the woods.
She picked herself up and followed them, not trying to be quiet because she knew that Bellamy was aware of her presence. "Stop hiding in the shadows like a goddamn creep," he said, turning around to face her.
"I wasn't hiding," she responded crossing her arms. "I just want to know what you're going to do with my friend." Bellamy rolled his eyes, shoving something into Wells' back that looked suspiciously like a gun. "Put the gun down, Bellamy," she said exasperatedly, "you're only fooling-" He rounded on her, moving the gun right between her eyes. She stared cross-eyed at it, and when her eyes hurt, she looked at Bellamy with a smirk. "You don't scare me anymore Blake, we both know that I can take you." Bellamy looked up with an annoyed face, finally dropping the gun.
"I don't want to kill Wells, but you are-" he didn't get to finish because Jordan started talking.
"It's been awhile since I've seen you with your hair slicked back like that Blake." Her comments only agitated him.
"It's been awhile since you've seen me," he responded.
She chuckled, shaking her head. "That it has."
"Why are you even here, Jordan?" He rolled his shoulders, annoyed that this wasn't going the way he had planned it. He turned around and forced Wells on until they came to a clearing.
"You mean like, here on earth or here with you?" She looked around the place, noting that the tree cover was a couple yards away, though Bellamy stood between her and Wells. She walked forward a couple of steps so that she could have a better look around.
"Enough with the stalling, why'd you follow? This doesn't concern-" Again Jordan cut him off.
"If you were listening to me before, I asked you what you were doing with my friend, so yeah, it does concern me. So I'll ask again, what are you doing... With my friend?" She crossed her arms over her chest.
"I need them to think he's dead, preferably both of you, but you'll come around, you always do." He gestured to the sky, letting both of them know he didn't mean the kids down on Earth but the Ark. Jordan, however, wasn't thinking of anything other than the hidden meaning.
With her distracted, Bellamy turned towards Wells again. "Why are you doing this for real, Bellamy?" Wells asked and Bellamy rolled his eyes.
"I have my reasons, and I also have the gun." Jordan was still thinking about Bellamy's words. "So I ask the questions, which are why aren't you helping me? Why aren't either of you helping me? Your dad banished you, Wells."
"Just take the wristband off," he tried pleading with Wells, ignoring Jordan who was taping her foot impatiently behind them. "You'll be amazed at the freedom you feel."
"No. Never," Wells said shaking his head. "Not gonna happen, is that clear enough for you!"
"Yeah, it is," Bellamy stated, finally turning around to look at Jordan, she was staring at the ground and Bellamy looked back at Wells. "I'm sorry it had to be this way." He pulled the gun up, snapping the safety on and putting it in the back of his pants.
Wells turned around to face Murphy and others. Jordan looked up from the ground seeing Bellamy's boys converge upon Wells. There were four, not counting Bellamy, so there was no chance she could stop them, and she almost didn't want to.
The Ark people coming down meant her father coming down, and she never wanted to see him. Being on Earth was a godsend. Here she could pretend they didn't even exist, she wouldn't have to be near him. She could pretend that her mother didn't even exist.
Wells shook his head at her and she nodded. She only picked fights that would get her what she wanted, so she left Wells, instead, going after Bellamy.
But Bellamy was a wild card, Jordan always seemed to be blinded when it came to him. He could catch on to her plan and steer the conversation away, annoying Jordan to no end. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She asked him as they walked away from the party. Bellamy rolled his eyes but stopped anyway, but he wouldn't look at her. Something else she didn't like. She put a hand on his shoulder to make him turn around, and as he did so, he grabbed her hand and twisted the arm.
She grunted in pain, using her leg to kick him in the stomach. His hand immediately dropped hers and he doubled over in pain, trying to catch his breath. "Can still pack a punch, huh?" Bellamy wheezed. Jordan rolled her eyes, placing her hands on her hips.
"I asked you a damn question," she stated, her eyes hardening, the weakness she had felt before vanishing. Bellamy picked his head up, observing her from his low position.
"So did I." They weren't teenagers anymore, their fights weren't supposed to be petty.
"You of all people should know that I retain information well." Bellamy finally stood up straight.
"I don't remember anything about traitors."
"Oh," she snorted. "You're great at keeping grudges though." She took steps closer to him, a smirk growing on her lips. "And you couldn't forget me... If you... Tried." Each pause accompanied with a harsh poke to the chest.
He resisted the urge to rub the spot she poked, instead, biting his cheek and glowering at her. "You couldn't forget me if you tried either," he whispered to her, but she only smirked wider and shook her head.
"That's where you're wrong, Blake. This past year without you has been liberating." Her voice dropped as she leaned forward so that her mouth was right next to his ear. "You'd be amazed at the freedom I felt." She threw the words he said to Wells back at him. Bellamy didn't breathe as Jordan pulled away from him, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "Cat got your tongue, Buttercup?" She backed away from him finally, licking her lips and looking at him from under her eyelashes. After a few seconds of intense stare, she turned around, not bothering to face him as she called. "It's been great catching up with you, Blake!"
