Author's Note: Here it is, everyone - the end of Season One. Season Two is already completely written out, and I've already started on Season Three. I'm going to leave this as incomplete until I post the second part (it will be a completely separate story) on Sunday. Once it's posted, I'll put up an extra chapter here with the name of it so anyone that wants to continue on with Cheyenne's story can find it easier. I haven't gotten very many reviews (which is A-OK because, honestly, I'm guilty of only reviewing a fraction of the fanfictions I read), but if anyone that has a preference could let me know if you want the three-month gap between Season Two and Season Three or if you want to know what happens between the seasons because that's where I'm kind of stuck. Thank you, everyone, who has read this and reviewed this (shout out to Ebony Salvatore who made me cry actual tears of happiness with their very first review) and read it through to the end. The sequel will hopefully be just as pleasing as this one, because I know it was just as pleasing to write.

Day 28 (Continued)

When she came to, everything was hazy. The trees were moving over her head and she could see Clarke to one side and Bellamy on the other through bleary eyes. Then there was screaming and she was out again.

Her eyes opened again to see Raven on the ground next to her. She was sweaty and pale, her face contorted in obvious pain. She could hear her talking to Clarke through cotton stuffed ears. Bellamy appeared moments later. Cheyenne could see the panic clear on his face. It helped to chase the fog out of her head. Trying to sit up, she had to collapse back from a sharp pain in her abdomen. He was at her side immediately.

"No, don't move, Cheyenne," he said quickly, pushing her shoulders back down. "Something could be wrong, you don't need to move."

"I need to help," Cheyenne said through gritted teeth. "I can fight, Bellamy, please let me help you."

"Stop, baby, you don't need to fight. You resting is more important." His hand pushed her hair back from where it had stuck to her face with sweat. "Clarke is going to stay in here with you. I'll be fine and so will everyone else."

Cheyenne grabbed his hand tightly in hers, the one not pressing against her lower stomach. "They can all die as long as you're okay, Bellamy," she said seriously, staring up into his beautiful brown eyes.

"Bell, I'm sorry but we've got to go," Octavia said, rushing into the dropship. She was gone again seconds after, strapping her sword to herself as she walked.

Bellamy kissed Cheyenne softly, squeezing her hand like he didn't want to let go. "You stay here and don't leave the dropship until I come back, Cheyenne. Don't leave for anything at all. I'll come to you. Do you understand?" he demanded. His voice sounded strained, but the look in his eye told her he was serious.

"Whatever you want," she responded, surging up to kiss him one last time.

He was gone, and she was lying back next to Raven, tears slipping out of her eyes. Some made it into her ears, but she didn't bother to wipe at them. Eventually, she fell unconscious again.

Day 29

Where her eyes opened again, her head was in Clarke's lap. The older girl was stroking her hair absently, but her eyes were going back from Raven to somewhere else in the room that she couldn't see. Clarke noticed she was awake a few seconds later.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" she asked, voice quiet in the crowd of delinquents around them. Her smile was strained but Cheyenne was just happy to see it again.

"Better now that I know you're okay," Cheyenne admitted. "I thought –" Her breath hitched in her throat.

"But I'm okay, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere, and Bellamy and Finn will be back soon," Clarke reassured her. "You can't stress yourself so much, it's going to hurt the baby."

Cheyenne felt guilt creep up her throat. "I keep forgetting." Her hand went back to her stomach, where she'd felt the sharp pain before. "Nothing feels different. I don't… I don't know if I even want it. I don't know if he wants it."

Clarke's chest tightened when she felt how despondent Cheyenne was becoming. She had dropped a bomb on the younger girl right before an emotional nuclear war obliterated her. "You guys will have plenty of opportunities to talk about it when he gets back."

Clarke helped her drink some water and eat some of the berries they'd had rationed for winter. Once she'd eaten some, Cheyenne realized just how long it had been since she'd eaten anything. She kept that information to herself, not wanting to upset Clarke.

"Where did he go?" Cheyenne finally asked, a little while later. She sucked in a sharp breath when Clarke hesitated.

It was Miller who stopped Clarke from lying. He had pushed his way through the other people at sat down with them seconds before the lie had slithered off her tongue. He's fine, he's with Finn, they just had to finish up some stuff outside.

"I knew you were lazy," Miller teased. "You slept through an explosion."

"Let me guess, you were in here keeping me company when it happened, right?" Cheyenne dug back. They shared a tense almost-smile before Cheyenne went back to the original question. "Where is Bellamy?"

"The grounders had us surrounded, so we blew the rocket fuel beneath us to fry them up. Bellamy and Finn took off beforehand," Miller told her.

"But they got away?" she demanded. She didn't try to get up again, but Clarke could tell by the way she tensed up that she wanted to. "You're sure?"

"We saw them gearing up together to run before the door got shut, so yeah, we're pretty sure."

Clarke watched as Miller's honestly soothed Cheyenne. It felt like a million years ago, but she remembered that he had been the one to volunteer to tell parents about their dead kids. She wondered if he would be the one stuck doing it again if the Ark had survivors. Cheyenne stayed awake for a few hours, lying back on Clarke's lap with Miller sitting beside her. Selfishly, she wished it was Bellamy instead of Miller, but decided that she liked Miller being alive, too. It was a hard thing to consider, Bellamy being dead. So, she ignored it. She ignored it the way she'd ignored Anthony Band, Johnston Ridley, Brandon Hardey, Ross Carter, and Keegan Grady for four years. She stared blankly at the ceiling of the dropship and pretended it wasn't happening until she fell asleep.