"This is stupid," Bellamy complained, his dark curly bangs flopping in his face as he leaned to one side to glare at his sister.

"Clarke said Lexa would meditate to talk to the other commanders," Octavia grumbled back. They'd been trying this for only a few minutes and it was already too long to be in a room with just Bellamy. The girl loved her older brother, but he was a pain in the ass and his inability to shut up and concentrate was making her consider walking off the top floor of the skyscraper they were in.

"Well, it doesn't seem to be working."

"It might if you actually tried, Bell."

"How do we know Lexa wasn't just lying?" he barked back in typical Bellamy fashion.

Octavia whirled around on her heals, arms crossed, eyes blazing. She was so tired of that distrustful side of Bell that reared its ugly head whenever he was uncomfortable with what was going on. Granted, she probably had something to do with it.

His whole life he'd had to treat everyone except her and their mom like the enemy. He didn't have the luxury of learning to trust other people. Until they hit the ground and Clarke Griffin didn't give him a choice –or at least that was how Octavia tended to look at it.

"You believe Clarke don't you?" she sighed, rolling her eyes. This was NOT the time to get into a fight with him. Delegates of twelve clans were waiting a few floors up for the names of all the previous commanders.

"I believe Clarke is telling the truth about what Lexa said, but how do we know Lexa was telling Clarke the truth?"

"Bell, we don't have anything else to go on." This time Bellamy actually got up and walked over to his sister. Octavia took an annoyed step back.

"O, she convinced Clarke to let a bomb drop on you and everyone else in Ton DC. Then she abandoned Clarke, and us, in Mount Weather, and you both expect me to just go on blind faith? There are twelve clans worth of people ready to kill all of us if they can prove I'm not a real commander."

"You are a real commander Bell, whether they like it or not," Octavia said. "And if Clarke's right, some small part of Lexa is in you now too, whether you like that or not."

The door creaked open and both their heads snapped to attention. Clarke's long, dread-locked head of blond hair shook over her face as she walked in. Her eyes darted around, avoiding Bellamy.

"How's it going?" she asked. Octavia shook her head.

"Fine," Bellamy growled.

Clarke sent Octavia a look. The girl shrugged and walked toward the door, letting her hand drop onto Clarke's shoulder.

"Tag, you're it," she sighed and left.