Finn's POV

"Sir? Sir, are you here?" I call out to the darkness of the office that I just transported myself to. "Sir, I found her. She was going towards it. She almost found it."

"No. She had no idea. She was fine until you interrupted." The booming voice makes me want to hide, but it's much too late for hiding.

"I'm sorry sir. I just didn't want her to find it yet. She's keeping something back. I think if I have more time that I can get to her." I say knowing even as I say it that if I had one hundred more years I wouldn't be able to get anything out of her.

"No, you had your chance." The voice booms again. "You need to get the Blake boy on your side. He can do it."

"With all respect sir, there is no way that he will go against her. He won't betray Clarke." I say it only because I am positive.

"You dare speak against me?"

The light flicks on in the office blinding me for a second. I have to squint against the brightness to look at my boss. I bow down slightly to show my respect for him. That's usually enough to keep him from getting too angry.

"I apologize, sir. It's just that I have been watching them all our lives and I know them. He loves her just like she loves him. They are a unit, a partnership that cannot be broken that easily. Even with him having left her she still forgave him. There is no way to break them apart, at least not the way that you're thinking." I straighten my spine again and look at him without blinking.

I step forward to take a seat in the hard chair in front of the ornate desk. I stand before the chair waiting for a sign from the man still surrounded by shadow. He motions to the chair and I take a seat. He steps out of the shadow and I try my hardest to not cringe. Even though I have seen him a plethora of times it still sickens me to see his scars.

He has a thick, jagged scar that runs from his scalp just above his left ear down to the edge of his collar. I know that the scar doesn't end almost until his belly button. The first time I saw it was just after he had received the mortal wound. There was so much blood that I thought he was dead. The other scar that you can see easily is on his neck. It's from a deep gash caused by a guitar string. There are a multitude of smaller scars that you can see when the light hits them right. He is a terrifying man even without the marks, but they make him look like the devil himself. It doesn't help that he doesn't even waste the time trying to hide his eyes. One is pure black while the other is red with a small black pupil.

"And what would you do?" He asks after taking a seat himself.

"I would hit them where it hurts. He's been gone, right? Why don't we give him another reason to leave?"

"Which would be?"

"Well, you only let him come if he would do a favor for you right?"

"Yes. I have plans for him."

"If you have him do something that Clarke couldn't forgive him for then he will leave."

"How will that help us though? He will be gone."

"Then I will be there to comfort her. I'll win her over as soon as I get rid of that cockroach."

"I have a job for him then. One that he won't be able to refuse." He grabs a pen and paper and starts to scribble something down. Then he holds it out to me. "Make sure he gets this."

"What will you have him do?" I ask.

"I will have him kill Jaha." He says with a smile that resembles the joker.

"That is great sir, but I think I know a way that might be a little better." I say in an odd moment of bravery. I don't tell him that I mostly just don't want Jaha to die, that I actually like the man.

"What?"

"Well, set him up to kill him, but I will step in at the last moment. Then it will look like I have saved him. It will help cement my relationship with Clarke."

"I knew there was a reason that you were my favorite son. You make me proud. Go now and give your brother his assignment."