My Allegiance
Chapter Ten
Third person POV
Wells stares at the mounter that is displaying his father's face.
"Wells," Jaha smiles at his son. "We are all very proud of what you have done down there."
"It's wasn't just me dad, everyone's done their share. I've hardly done anything compared to some people," Wells looks away from his father as he speaks. There was shame in the boys dark eyes, he still felt guilty: For Clarke's death, for not helping around camp more, for not trying harder. Maybe less people would have died if he had just pushed himself some more.
"Don't worry son, we'll be there soon," Jana insurers. But that's another thing Wells was considered about- there were still many people out of the 100 that disliked his father and the ways of the Ark.
"When you get here, just remember things are different. Some people may not take to kindly to you coming down and making rules, it will need to be a slow process," Wells tells his father, being careful with how he words things.
"Yes, of course," Jaha nods. Wells sees someone step behind his father and place a hand on the older mans shoulder.
"Sorry Thelonious, but there's a line of people waiting." Wells recognizes the voice as that of Abby Griffins.
"It's fine. I will see you soon Wells, stay safe," Jaha says holding a hand up to the screen. Wells reaches out to press his hand to his father's, so far away yet so close.
"See you soon dad." With that Jaha stood up and left the room, Abby taking the now empty seat on the other end of the screen.
"Wells is Clarke back yet?" Abby had asked him the same question earlier and he had claimed that he hadn't seen her. It wasn't a lie, but a way to buy him more time to find the right way to tell her Clarke was dead, but was there really a right way?
"Abby I- I'll go get her for you," Wells says pulling the head set off and rushing out of the tent.
Bree would know what to do, Wells told himself. She had been the one to give Abby foolish hope to begin with, it was only right she be the one to right her wrong. She was usually in the Drop Ship checking on Alice so that was where he looks first.
She wasn't there, but Alice was. Wells froze when he saw her awake and moving. She stood next to the table on wobbly knees, one hand griping the table for support as the other one tried to pull on a jacket.
"Alice? Here, here let me help," Wells rushes to help Alice before she hurts herself. He held her good shoulder with one hand, stabilizing her, and uses his other hand to help her pull the jacket sleeve up her arm.
"Thanks Wells," Alice says, meeting his eyes. Wells was shocked by how dark Alice's eyes looked, they were glazed with an emotion Wells had never seen on her face before. Sadnesses- deep, heart breaking sadness.
"I umm I-" he was lost for words.
"What is it Wells?" Alice asks impatiently.
"I umm, I was looking for Bree. Have you seen her?"
"She went outside a while ago, I don't know where she is now."
"Oh, okay. Well if you see her, can you tell her that I need to speak with her," Wells requests as he backs towards the door.
"You seem shaken, is everything okay Wells?" Alice queried.
"Uh not really, Abby Griffen, Clarke's mu-" Wells began but Alice held up a hand.
"I know who she is, what about her?"
"She wants to see Clarke, and I don't know what to tell her," Wells says, cutting right to the point.
"No one has told her?"
"Bree didn't want to tell her when she first asked about Clarke because they were about to pull the knife out of you. This is the second time she has asked me where Clarke is, and I don't know how to tell her," Wells replies.
"Your daughter is dead, I'm sorry for your loss," Alice says while shrugging her shoulders.
"It's not that easy," Wells sighs.
"I'll deal with it then," Alice says shaking her head with a huff of breath.
"You shouldn't be walking," Wells says with worry.
"I'm fine," Alice growls, letting go of the table. She grits her teeth in pain, but remains standing, back straight, and head held high.
…
"Hello Abby," Alice says, pulling on a head set. Wells brought Alice to the tent but stays outside. Abby looks surprised to see the girl and stares at Alice with wide eyes for a few moments before regaining her ability to speak.
"Oh Allegiance, you're all grown up. God, you look just like your mother," Abby smiles.
"You can just call me Alice," she says with a soft smile.
"You're… Oh my," Abby's face fell. "How are you feeling? You really shouldn't be out of be-"
"I'm fine, thank you for asking."
"Good, good."
"Abby…" Alice sighs, not knowing where to start. "Clarke is… gone."
"Gone?" Abby whispers. "You mean she's gone out, not gone as in… no."
"I'm sorry for your loss, Abby. It was quick, over before she even know what had happened." Alice offers what little comfort she could. Tears slip from Abby's eyes as a sob escapes her lips.
"No, no, no," Abby cries.
"I'm sorry for your loss," Alice sighs, sitting back in her chair. Abby doesn't reply, she gets out of her own chair and hurries from the room. Alice waits until a member of the guard comes to inform her who is next to use the monitor. Alice leaves the tent with a sigh. Wells stands just outside the tent door, head hanging low. Alice places a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry for your loss," Alice repeats. Wells's eyes are glossed with tears, but he doesn't let them fall. He stands up straighter and nods his head.
"Thank you for doing that," he replies.
"Had to be done," Alice shrugs. She takes her hand off Wells's shoulder and holds it over her mid section before she moves away from Wells. She wonders through the centre of camp looking for Dax. People give her odd looks, but she doesn't show them any weakness. She spots Dax at the meat station skinning a rabbit.
"Yo Dax, you're up," she calls to the brute looking man. He glares at her darkly, but she holds his gaze. He nods his head at her then drops the dead rabbit onto the table and moves in the direction Alice had just come from. Alice continues on, looking to get a drink of water and something to eat.
Alice finds where a water station has been set up in camp and grabs a cup. The water feels cold on her lips, and she savers the feeling of it running down her dry throat and the coolness spreading through her. After clenching her thirst she goes to a food packing station, where Monty, Cassie, and Jasper are working away- packing nuts and seeds into small packets.
"Alice! I'm so glad you're awake," Jasper smiles, giving Alice a hug. She gasps in surprise.
"Yo dude, you're hurting her," Monty says, pulling Jasper away from her.
"Oh shit Alice, I'm so sorry, I didn't even think," Jasper rambles.
"I'm fine. You just surprised me, that's all. Really, you didn't hurt me," Alice reassures with a small smile.
"Oh thank God," Jasper sighs.
"Lucky, Bellamy would have hung you up by your ankles if you hurt her," Cassie chuckles. Alice's face falls at the mention of Bellamy.
"I don't think you need to worry about him any more," Alice says, grabbing some seeds off the table.
"Oh?" Cassie says in the form of a question and Alice continues.
"Yeah Bellamy and me were umm… not really a thing any more."
"Oh, I'm sorry Alice," Cassie says. Alice shrugs, tossing a few seeds in her mouth.
"How do you know this stuff isn't poison?" she asks, changing the topic.
"None of us have died yet," Jasper says.
"I don't know how I feel about playing Russian roulette with my food," Alice murmurs, but keeps eating the seeds anyway. She takes another handful and continues on walking around camp.
"What the hell are you doing out here?" Bree yells when she catches sight of Alice walking around camp.
"I wanted to stretch my legs," Alice says, tossing the last of her seeds into her mouth.
"God, you have a death wish don't you, Alice," Bree grabs her by the arm and softly pulls her in the direction of the many tents. She guides Alice into one of the larger ones and makes her sit down on a makeshift bed.
"What do you care?" Alice asks, a tidiness to her voice.
"If I wanted you dead, I would have let you die; not save your fucking life," Bree spits, pulling down on the zip on Alice's jacket. Alice huffs out a frustrated breath. There's a line of blood on the bandage over Alice's stab wound. "You're not leaving this bed. I don't care what you say ,you're staying in here until I say otherwise." Bree stood up, her lips pressed together.
"Fine," Alice sighs, laying down on the bed as a question comes to mind. "Who's tent is this?"
"Bellamy's, why is that a problem?" Bree asks and Alice's sighs.
"No, no problem," Alice says, thinking that the man in mention would not be returning to use the tent again anyways.
"Good. I'll be back later to check on you," Bree says, leaving Alice alone.
Alice closes her eyes, she must have fallen asleep because next thing she know she was jolting awake. She is out of breath and hot sweet covers her body. She gasps when her eyes lock with those of the man sitting at the end of the bed.
"Dad?" Alice whispers reaching a hand out to the figure in front of her.
"I hope you realize it's all your fault. If you had just had that operation, she would still be here-"
"Dad? What? This isn't real…" Alice whispers.
"You would both still be here, with me; you would be happy. I wouldn't have let that boy hurt you. I would have protected you from him. We could still be a happy family," Kane says, standing up and walking to the head of the bed. "But no, you killed her! You brought this down on yourself!" Kane yells and out of no where he pulls out a knife. The same knife the grounder had stabbed her with.
"No, no, no, Dad, please," Alice try's to move, but feels as if she is glued in place and can only watch as Kane smashes the knife down into her stomach again and again. Alice screams and screams, tears quickly pooling in her eyes.
Finn burst through the tent door. He sees Alice falling on the bed, screaming, crying, and sobbing out words he can't hear. He rushes to her, and holds her shoulders down to the bed.
"Alice it's okay, it's not real, what ever you're seeing is not real. Alice? Alice, can you hear me?!" Finn has to yell to be heard over her screams. Finn was staring to worry she couldn't hear him over her hallucination, but then she stops screaming and stops fighting back. Finn sighs while letting go of Alice and stepping back. "Alice?" He asks. She doesn't move, doesn't blink, her eyes frozen open. "Alice?" He asks again, louder. Alice still isn't responding, instead she starts to shake violently and Finn thinks she is having a seizure. "Bree! Help!" Finn yells as he goes back to pushing Alice down into the bed, trying to stop her trashing.
Bree rushes into the tent out of breath, eyes wide. "She was screaming, I think it was from a hallucination. She stoped for a second, now she's having a seizure or something."
"Just- just… roll her onto her side. We can't stop it, she just has to work her way through this." Bree and Finn fight to hold Alice still for several moments before her body goes rigged. Bree pushes Finn away and returns Alice to her former position on her back. She placed her ear over Alice's mouth and listens until she hears her breathing. "You're gonna be the death of me," Bree whispers as she steps back up.
"Why did she do that?" Finn asks.
"Could be a number of different reasons. This could be just her body's way of saying she's been pushing herself to hard, or it could be for a worse reason, internal bleeding for example," Bree responds, eyes glued to Alice's face, looking for any sign of her waking up.
"What can we do?"
"Wait for her to wake up," Bree says quietly while taking a seat on the bed.
…
Alice sat in her empty Sky Box, huddled in the far corner of the room, her head resting on her knees. The only sound she could hear was her own breathing, and even sometimes that was to quiet for her own ears to pick up on. It had been over a month since her mother's death, and the only person she had seen in that time was the guard who brought her food and water. But this day would change that.
When the guard entered her cell, a tray of food in hand, he was not alone. Alice didn't notice this until the door had re shut and she lifted her head to see what the guard had brought for her today. Next to the door stood her father. He looked different from when she had last seen him, better. He seemed well rested, the dark circles once permanent features under his eyes now gorn, his eyes seeming brighter and his skin showed more colour.
They stared at one another. As seconds turned into minutes, and minutes rounded into an hour, no one spoke. Then Marcus nodded his head, as though he had seen all he needed to see. He turned to leave, but Alice didn't want him to.
"I'm sorry, Dad."
…
Bree smiles in relief as Alice opens her eyes. She had been out cold for a few hours, and it was now dark outside. Alice looks around the tent, confused. "What…?" She whispers slowly.
"You're okay Alice, everything's fine," Bree says taking hold of Alice's hand.
"What happened this time?" Alice asks looking up to meet her friends eyes.
"You had a seizure, I don't know why." Bree's smile falters and falls as tears form in her eyes.
"Why are you crying?" Alice asks as she pulls herself up to sit on her elbows. "I'm fine, I must have just pushed my self to much. I should have listened to y-" Alice's words are cut off as Bree smashes their lips together. Alice eyes go wide and she freezes in place, not sure what to do. Bree's eyes are closed and her lips move against Alice's with a sense of hunger.
After a few long moments pass, Bree pulls away. Bree's own face mimics the look of shock on Alice's as she realizes what she had just done. "I'm sorry, Alice. I-I don't know what came over me." Bree stands up and backs away from the bed.
"Bree it's okay. I umm… I'm flattered, but don't think-" Alice stammers over her words, unsure of whether they would make the situation better or worse. Bree doesn't stay around to hear her out anyways and leaves the tent in a hurry, her cheeks flaming red with embarrassment. Alice lays there for a few moments before she decides to go after Bree.
She pulls herself off of the bed, still fully dressed- boots and all. Her stomach wound hurts, so she walks with an arm wrapped around her midsection. She doesn't see Bree anywhere outside of the tent. Alice moves in the direction of the Drop Ship, eyes peeled for any signs of where Bree could have gone. There are still a few people wondering around camp, and most give her odd looks as she passes them.
"Hey, have you seen Bree?" Alice asks Wells who sits alone at a small fire.
"No, I haven't seen her all afternoon. Do you want me to go look for her, you don't look great," Wells says standing up.
"No, no I'm fine, I just want to know if she's okay," Alice says looking around the camp.
"Why wouldn't she be okay?" Wells asks.
"Don't worry it's nothing important… just girl stuff."
"Oh… okay," Wells says and scratches the back of his neck. "If I see her I'll tell her you're looking for her," he says as Alice begins to walk away. "Oh and we should really talk to Bellamy about the guns tomorrow, get some rules in place and-"
"What are you talking about Wells? Bellamy? Guns?" Alice turns back to Wells, face covered in both confusion and frustration. Wells gives her a odd look.
"You missed it?"
"Apparently, because I have no idea what it is," Alice struggles to keep her voice down.
"Bellamy and Murphy found guns in that bunker my dad told me about. They brought them back a few hours ago. How did you miss all the commotion?" Wells asks.
"I guess I'm just a heavy sleeper," Alice shakes her head, wishing for a moment that she was back in her Sky Box, where life was somehow simpler.
"We'll get through this," Wells assures, placing his hand on her shoulder.
"No we won't," Alice pulls away from his touch.
"Where's Bellamy?"
"He's in the communication tent taking with my dad."
"Thanks," she says as she walks past him with a sense of urgency in her step.
"The tent is the other way!" Wells calls after her.
"I know."
…
"My son says you're good. You also shot me though, so I have to disagree with that."
"Wells said you forgave me," Bellamy says blankly into the head set.
"I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. You have helped people survive down there. Wells says people seem to listen to you, I'm going to need your help when I get down there," Jaha says.
"I'll help you, as long as you do something for me."
"I'm pardoning you from a crime you should be floated for, I think that's enough."
"The man that gave me the gun, the gun I shot you with, he needs to be locked up," Bellamy says, glaring though the screen at Jaha.
"Who gave you the gun?" Jaha asks, leaning forward in his seat.
"Tell me you will lock him up," Bellamy demands.
"He must be charged for his crime, I swear to you he will be found and locked up immediately. Just tell me who it is."
"Marcus Kane."
"What? Why would Marcus do that?" Jaha demands in shock.
"He said he could get me onto the Drop Ship so I could be with my sister. As long as I did something for him."
"He wanted you to shoot me?"
"No, you just got in my way when I was getting onto the Drop Ship. He wanted me to come to earth with the hundred, and in case we survived the landing, my mission was to kill his daughter, Allegiance." For a moment Jaha was silent as he absorbed the information.
"Did you complete you mission?" He asks tentatively.
"No, as long as the Ark didn't come down, and we never made contact with any of you, we would be fine. I did look for the girl, but there was no one by that name. She apparently changed it." Bellamy shrugs, playing dumb and not telling Jaha more than he needs to know.
"I will see to it that Marcus is locked up and changed for his crimes, Mr. Blake."
After their convention was over Bellamy walked through the camp, most were asleep by now or too lost in quiet conversation to notice him. He pulled back his tent door and stood there for a moment, looking at his bed. The blankets were in disarray, but it was empty. He had hoped Alice would be here waiting for him.
…
"You're sorry?" Marcus spat, making Alice flinch. "You're the reason she's dead, and you're sorry."
"I didn't pull the trigger," Alice whimpers.
"You didn't…" his face dropped for only a second before he regained his angered expression. "How did she get the gun?"
"She- she asked me to get the box for her," Alice says to her father.
"No she didn't!" Marcus yelled.
"Yes she did," Alice whispered. "Yes she did."
"No she didn't!" Marcus yelled louder. "If you had just had that operation then she would still be here"
"Or I could be dead as well as her, and you would be all alone."
"I would rather that."
"Dad?"
"You're not my daughter," Marcus snarled before leaving the cell.
The memory fills Alice's mind as she struggles to get to sleep. She shuffles closer to the warm body whom's bed she shares. A cautious arm reaches out and wraps itself around her, holding the two of them together.
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