"Okay, guys – Lexa and I have decided to take a different approach to this mission since we can't breach the walls with Lexa's army. Lexa is going to send the troops home and make it look convincing that we have surrendered to Cage. He's just smug enough to be convinced that he's won," Clarke was hunched over a table at which Lexa, Lincoln, and Murphy all sat at, staring up at her intently.

"Lexa and I will distract Cage as he accepts an obnoxiously accurate and – might I add, very ugly – bronze statue of him in celebrating his engagement to Octavia. Lincoln will be climbing over the walls with incredible stealth and search for Octavia. Murphy – you will be inside the hollowed bronze statue and once safely inside, you will sneak in and distract Bellamy so that Lincoln can get Octavia out," Clarke looked at them each in turn.

"Well, how the hell am I supposed to get out?" Murphy grumbled, irritated as he leaned forward in his chair.

"You're going to seduce Bellamy into coming back to our side. He has been kept in charge of his sister since their staying there and we'll need you to get him away from her long enough for Lincoln to grab her. You'll then catch up with Lincoln at the designating rendezvous point and escape back over the wall together," Clarke replied.

"It sounds like a suicide mission and you're going to end up ditching me," Murphy barked angrily.

"Do you doubt your abilities to seduce your ex-lover, son of Aphrodite?" Lexa snarled at him, her eyes cutting gashes into his pride.

"Fine, okay. I've got this," Murphy mumbled bitterly with sarcasm.

"Very well, let's get moving, then," Lincoln started to stand and prompted everyone to get up from the table except for Murphy. Once Lexa and Clarke had left the room, Lincoln put a heavy hand on his shoulder.

"I thought you'd be happy to see Bellamy?"

"Not since he's betrayed us," Murphy crossed his arms with a scowl.

"Us…or you?" Lincoln asked before leaving the room.

Murphy had shoved himself uncomfortably into the hollow bronze statue. It was hot, stuffy and sweat dripped into places he felt uncomfortable with. Clarke didn't give him a chance to argue or make a snarky comment as she closed him inside. It was claustrophobic. Why couldn't Cage be a bigger guy? The slender statue gave him no room breath – the hot air that escaped from his slightly opened mouth bounced right back in his face. He could barely hear Clarke surrendering to Cage and felt the statue roll right into Cage's city.

He was in. Almost there, he thought.

"Wait! Let me take it inside to inspect it," a voice shouted. Murphy bit the inside of his cheek. It was Bellamy's voice. Fuck. Drops of sweat collected on his forehead. Bellamy couldn't catch him…not yet…not like this. He was being rolled into a hallway and off into a room. Everything went quiet and Murphy waited patiently, listening. He could hear Bellamy pace around the statue, running his hands across the surface. Murphy's heart pounded, skin prickling as he remembered those hands when they use to run across his skin. He shivered, slightly shaking the statue, which Bellamy could feel.

"What the?" Bellamy took a step back from the statue.

Damn, Murphy thought, I'm dead. Mission failed…again.

Bellamy took a step back toward the statue and knocked his knuckles against the surface. A hollow echo reverberated throughout the interior, agitating Murphy's eardrums. He clenched his teeth to stop himself from making any other noise.

"What the hell?" Bellamy continued.

Murphy held his palms flat against the inside of the statue to brace himself. The opening of the statue slid open and Bellamy's surprised look came into view. Murphy feigned fainting, falling into Bellamy's arms who was taken quite off guard.

"Murphy!?" Bellamy gasped. He managed to bring Murphy down from the statue and lay him across the floor, feeling his hot, sweating forehead. Murphy worked out a cough.

"Murphy what the hell are you doing here?" Bellamy barked quietly at him. He snapped his head at the doorway to make sure they were indeed alone. He quickly looked back at Murphy, who began to prop himself on his elbows.

"Long time no see Bellamy," Murphy smiled at him.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't tell Cage you're here," Bellamy looked down upon him with dark, threatening eyes.

"They'll kill me? And I'd like to stay alive? You still want me to be alive, maybe?"

"What the hell are you doing here?" Bellamy slammed a hand on the ground next to Murphy.

"Let's call this my attempt to get you back?" Murphy attempted.

"My loyalties lie with Cage, now, Murphy," Bellamy's temper eased into a sad expression.

"So you betrayed me for some guy that's forcing your sister to marry him…I gotta say I'm pretty hurt," Murphy choked back his actually pain, hiding his feelings in his sarcasm - plain sight for Bellamy.

Bellamy broke his eye contact with Murphy, sadness swallowing him. Murphy took Bellamy's face and turned it aggressively back toward him and kissed his lips. Bellamy was taken aback but melted into Murphy's kiss – his lips a bed of comfort that his lips knew too well. Murphy pulled back away from him, the two staring deeply into each other's eyes.

"Please don't betray me again. I can't stand losing you," Murphy finally began to cry.

"I'm sorry…" Bellamy's words got lost between them. Murphy placed a hand on top of Bellamy's, tears beginning to blur his vision. He would not look away from Bellamy, no matter how much it hurt him to see him this upset.

"Let's get out of here," Murphy whispered to him.

Bellamy looked at him again and a smile tugged gingerly at the side of his lips.

"Alright…alright you win," Bellamy stood up and helped Murphy to his feet. He kissed him shortly before looking out into the hallway to escape hand in hand with his love.