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OCTAVIA'S POV:

I woke with Clarke and my brother on either side of me. Yesterday's event played back in my mind and I groaned. Great, I thought to myself. I looked at Clarke, her arm across my stomach as she snuggled up to me. I never had a big sister and I never thought I would. Bell was enough, but Clarke came to care about us all, about me. I looked at what they had and I wanted it so bad with Murphy that it hurt. It looked like I wouldn't ever have that.

I rolled from under them and headed for hallway. I just needed some air, it was hard to not feel like I was suffocating in stress and sadness. I wanted to be stronger than this, but as I hung my head I realized I wasn't strong or brave. I was angry and vengeful. Murphy was right. No, Johnny was right. I slid to the floor.

The door opened, Bellamy stepped out. He sat down next to me. "You okay?"

I shrugged. "I need to tell you something that happened a few months ago."

His eyes narrowed. "Okay."

My body turned towards his. "It's about Murphy." I swallowed the lump in my throat, not really wanting to share this information with my brother of all people. He deserved to know. "One of the guardsmen tried to..." I didn't want to say rape, but there was no other word that captured what he had tried to do. "He tried to r..." My eyes closed as I replayed the scene over in my head. Greg's hands on me, his cruel grey eyes, his foul language. Murphy stepped in and he changed what could've been the worst day of my life.

Bellamy's hands grabbed mine. "I know."

My eyes flew open. "You know?"

He nodded. "Murphy told me. He thought I should know. That was another reason I forgave him what he'd done. I know how much he cared about you. He still does even if he doesn't know it."

My eyes couldn't roll hard enough. "Tell that to Johnny."

We both looked up at the sight of Lincoln. Like yesterday, my heart stopped in my chest. It would take some time to get used to the fact that he was alive, then my heart would calm down.

He held two white cups and a hopeful grin on his face. "Care to take a walk?"

I sipped at the bitter coffee for the first time, liking it. Today was breezy enough that my jeans and tshirt weren't enough, but the coffee helped even though it burned my tongue.

"So," He started. "How have you been?"

I gave him a look. "Not great." I shrugged. "You?"

He nodded. "Good. Alive."

I nodded. "That's good. You seem happy. You must like it here."

"It's great here. A land of opportunities. You should give it a chance. I know it hasn't been the greatest for you what with Murphy losing his memory and all." He turned his brown eyes on me and I wondered what he thought of that.

"You're right. I've only been here for a day and it's sucked." My arms crossed over my chest. "I missed you." I looked him in the eyes. "A lot."

"You, too."

"Not enough to come back or let me know you were alive?" There was no animosity in my voice, not when I couldn't handle being on bad terms with anyone else.

He sighed, never leaving my eyes. "I wanted to reach out to you, but I couldn't see any benefit of it. I wanted to start over. I wanted to be somewhere that didn't define me, even if that meant you weren't here. I knew that the Wyatts planned to bring all of you in eventually anyway. I didn't want to disrupt your life. Besides you had Murphy. You and me weren't on great terms. Yeah, I wanted to see you, but I knew you were going to be okay. You're strong."

My head shook. "No, I'm not."

His muscled arm stopped me in my tracks, his eyes held worry. "What are you talking about? You're one of the strongest women I know and that's saying a lot."

I was beyond tired of crying, beyond tired of feeling helpless and alone, which was stupid because I wasn't alone. I had my brother, I had Clarke, and now I had Lincoln. Just not Murphy.

"Can we talk about this? About Murphy?"

His eyes held understanding. "You think I'm not going to be here for you because we're not together? I know you love him. You practically scooted me out of the way to get to him when you found out I was alive." He held a mock hurt grin, but I had a feeling it stung more than he led on.

"Sorry about that." I sighed. "I wasn't this way when were were together. What happened to me?"

He surveyed me, nothing beyond admiration in his eyes. "You don't fall in love the same way twice, Octavia. We had a different relationship. We met differently. We connected physically early on. You and him," There was no hatred in his voice like there'd been months ago. "You hated him and you didn't want to admit you had feelings for him when you were with me. You can't help who you like, right?" A slow grin took over his face.

My eyes narrowed. "You like someone?"

"I don't know, maybe. Too soon to tell." He shrugged.

"That's why you didn't want to come see me." I punched him in the arm playfully. "You were clubbing and boozing in the city with hot girls." I grinned.

He laughed. "Maybe a little." He eyed the streets. "It's a different world. Too many things to discover. Different people. Jobs with meaning. It's a place worth living."

"But?"

"You can lose yourself in it if you're not careful." He said without missing a beat. "The partying, the drinking, the drugs. Freedom to be anybody and do anything without anyone looking over your shoulder. There's a certain recklessness in it. Happened to me."

My heart saddened. "How'd you bring yourself back?"

His eyes clouded with memories. "Talia."

"Wyatt?!"

He sipped his coffee and avoided my eyes.

"Lincoln, she's a prude. Has a stick up her ass."

His eyes shot to mine. "You don't know her like I do."

"Okay, if you say so." I held my hands up in surrender. "Does she know like you back?"

"She just got out of a serious relationship."

"That didn't answer my question."

He chuckled. "I don't know. Sometimes I think she kind of knows and others I'm not so sure. She's very dedicated to her work."

We stayed quiet for a while, just walking through the city like it was normal. Cars drove past, people talking on their cell phones. This world was fast paced. I didn't like it.

"I killed Jaha."

He turned toward me. "Why?"

"I shouldn't have done it. Johnny was right. I was angry. I'm always angry, but I couldn't look past what had happened, the blood on his hands. If I could go back, maybe Johnny could actually look at me."

"Well, it's a good thing he's alive."

I stopped. "What?"

"Yeah, he's in the hospital. He'll probably get out today."

I turned back around, determination filled me. "Show me."

He sighed.

JOHNNY'S POV:

Even though I told Octavia I needed space, time to think and clear my head, I did anything but. All that filled my mind was thoughts of the dark haired avenger and her terrible truths of my previous life.

I was a terrible person.

Octavia said that in the last few months I had turned my life around, but how could I ever make up for every horrible act I'd done? It spoke volumes that I got her to fall for me, but at the same time, I wasn't so sure that carried any weight. She killed a man, someone I was close to, all because she blamed him for my dying.

There was a knock on the door. I turned away from my coffee to answer it. "Roma."

She grinned. "Hey, Murphy. You want some breakfast?"

"It's Johnny now."

Her brow rose. "Okay. Breakfast?"

I moved out of the way to let her in. She set the bags of food on the counter. "What are you in the mood for?" She got the pans from the cabinets, turning back to me. "Oh, right."

I waved it off.

"What's going on with you?"

I sat at the kitchen table. "The usual. Trying to remember things and all." I sipped my coffee. "Octavia told me some stuff yesterday. A lot of stuff. Stuff I didn't want to hear."

She sighed, cutting the stove on and placing bacon in the skillet. "That one has a way with words, doesn't she?"

I grinned. "She's a bit of a firecracker. So was I?"

She looked up from mixing together pancake batter for a moment. "Were you what?" Terrible?"

"Yeah."

"You were pretty terrible. I was actually scared of you at one point." She grinned as if it were a fond memory.

"I'm supposed to be proud of that?"

"No, but you've changed so much. Don't get me wrong, you still had a few of the same tendancies, but in the few weeks I got to know you I knew I was wrong about you. You weren't angry or psychotic. You were lost and lonely. Scared." She met my eyes. "Then Octavia gave you the time of day and you weren't so scared anymore."

I thought about how she was asleep next door, about how close she was yet I didn't know her. "Why didn't you tell me we had a thing? Were we dating?"

She looked sad, but like she came to terms with it. "No. You were too wrapped up with Octavia. She really hated me. Well, us together. When I died, I knew you'd blame her, but it wasn't her fault. A reaper tried to kill me and I couldn't see anything. The woods are really dark at night. She tried to stop me, I remember that. She pushed you out of the way in time, but I wasn't so lucky.":

"I'm sorry."

She waved it off, checking the bacon and pouring the batter into the pan. "No biggie. I did want us to try things out, but it was clear that it wasn't going to happen. I'm surprisingly okay with that now. I figured if you remembered anyone it would be her. You'd both die for each other ten times over."

Would I? I tried to picture myself with everything I was given. Coward. Terrible. Murderer. Traitor. Orphan. Angry. Lost. In love. The last part wasn't like the others so I had to wonder if I tricked Octavia into falling in love with me as some kind of joke. I wouldn't put it past my old self.

"How was I with her?" I needed to know.

"Funnily enough, you were pretty nice. Protective. Caring. Are you going to pick things up with her?"

My head shook. "She's not the kind of person I want to call my friend, let alone be with."

Her head snapped up. "Octavia may be a lot of things, but she's not a terrible person. You don't understand what the ground was like when we first got here. She was different. We all were different."

"So that makes it okay for her to go around killing people because she feels like it?"

She flipped the bacon and pancakes. "If she was in danger than yes." She reached to the overhead cabinets for glasses and poured orange juice in them. "Our morals are different down here. Out there." She pointed to the window. "In the woods, outside these walls. There is no right and wrong necessarily. You do what you had to do to survive. We adapted. You adapted quicker than the rest of us. You learned that you have to look out for yourself. That would've worked but there were a hundred of us. There was no room for selfishness." She took a sip of the orange juice. "Who'd she kill? Anyone important? Come on, don't look at me like that. Was it a Grounder, a Reaper, Mountain Men, or one of our own?"

I didn't know what a reaper or a mountain man was, but I didn't say anything. "A guy named Jaha."

She choked on her orange juice, coughing. "He's in the hospital. He's here. We can go after breakfast."

I rose from the chair. "We can go now."

"Murphy-Johnny, sorry. You need to eat something." Concern laced in her voice. "He'll be at the hospital when we finish."

After breakfast and showering Roma took me to the hospital. The nurse checked the monitors as we walked in. A black man with graying hair and a beard sat up on the bed. He stopped talking to the nurse as he registered us. The nurse smiled at us before being called away.

"I'm going to sit outside." Roma said, breaking the silence.

After a few moments he asked, "Do you know who I am?"

I shook my head. "No." I sat down beside the bed. "Didn't they tell you I don't remember anything?"

He nodded once. "Yes. I thought maybe you'd remember me."

"No, I'm sorry. What was our relationship? I lost my parents so were you like my mentor?"

He seemed to be in his thoughts. He sighed. "The truth is you hated me. I was the Chancellor, in charge up in space. You blamed me for killing your parents, having your father floated."

"What does that mean?"

He stared at me with sad brown eyes. "It means that he was sucked into space for a crime he committed. You dad was flated for stealing medicine for you. You're mom drunk herself to death. You were angry at me, at the system. I didn't blame you, but you lashed out so you had to be locked up. When I sent the hundred down here to see if Earth was survivable I didn't expect so much chaos, so much bloodshed. Everyone blamed me."

That didn't match up with what Octavia told me. "So we weren't close? I actually hated you?"

"We bonded when I came down here, although I think you'd deny it. I mislead you, John. You drowned because none of us could swim and Octavia tried to save you. Indra wouldn't let her go after you. She didn't care, even though it meant she'd die."

Why was he telling me this? Why was he defending her?

"I apologize for what Octavia did to you. That wasn't fair. She was out of line."

"We both did things we weren't proud of, John."

If what this man told me was true, we'd been through a lot. If we bonded then I guess I trusted him. Maybe I should trust him now. I held out my hand.

"I'm Johnny Murphy."

He grasped mine with a firm shake. "Thelonius Jaha."

I paused. "Thelonius. That rolls of the tongue."

He laughed. "Most people call me Jaha."

Someone rushed to the door. We turned to see Octavia with Lincoln behind her. She narrowed her eyes at our joined hands, then turned her eyes on Jaha. "Don't touch him." She calmly stalked towards us, an eeriness in her steps.

"Octavia," I started but Jaha held up his hands.

"You have nothing to worry about Ms. Blake. We're just talking." His voice calm.

She glared at him as if conjuring up every anger she had. "There always something more with you Jaha."

That was just rude.

"What's wrong with you? I'm just trying to reconnect with the people that meant something to me. He's one of them."

She turned those cold hazel eyes on me. "You got yourself killed because of him. Do you really want to listen to anything he has to say?"

"That's my call to make."

She neared me. "No, it's not. You don't know what kind of person he is. He's a manipulator. He's fixated on self-prophesying himself. You can't be around him."

I held her eyes, not knowing what I ever saw in her. "You don't have a say in what I do."

She faltered. Her eyes swam with unshed tears as she glanced back at Jaha with a sneer before stalking towards the door. "Do whatever the hell you want."

BELLAMY'S POV:

I knocked on the door, Clarke in tow as we held hands. A few moments passed as I looked down at her. She squeezed my hand assuringly.

Kane answered the door, looking sickly. Red rimmed and tired eyes, red nose. A blanket thrown over his shoulders. He registered us after a second, a tiny small on his lips. He pushed the door open and headed for the couch.

"How you feeling?" Clarke asked.

I shut the door behind us, wondering if what we brought from the pharmacy was enough.

"Not pleasant. Sorry I couldn't make it to the meeting yesterday. I was filled in via phone call. Mr. Wyatt seems nice." He gave a wry grin.

I cracked a smile. "We brought you some medicine and stuff." I went to pour him a glass of cranberry juice, then tasted it. I swallowed it unknowingly. I poured the rest of the glass out and was thankful that Clarke suggested we get orange juice also. I handed him the glass.

"Thank you. You didn't have to do all this." He gestured to Clarke setting tissue boxes around his apartment and the humidifier on the coffee table.

"It was no problem." She reached into her purse, which I wasn't sure how she wanted to carry around all the time, and produced the tablet the Wyatts gave her to chat with her mom whenever she wanted. "I have someone who wants to chat with you." She hooked the tablet up to the tv like Mr. Wyatt had told us to do.

Abby popped up on the screen. Kane sat up straighter when he took her in. His weak eyes held a bit of animation. "Abby."

"Good to see you Marcus." She grinned. "Clarke and Bellamy told me you were sick. Do you have a fever? What kind of antibiotics are the doctors there giving you? I'm not sure I trust them to prescribe you anything. You look tired, how many hours of sleep are you getting a night?"

I could've sworn he blushed, but it was hard to tell with his already red face. "I'm fine, Abby. In a few days I'll be as good as new."

She let out a half satisfied breath. "I still think I should come over there. We don't know anything about what kind of medicine these people are using. It may not react the same due to our exposure of radiation."

I never thought of that. What if she was right and something happened to him? I thought about the last few days and how he'd been there for me, even when I didn't want him to be. Would I miss that if it were taken away? My eyes went to him and I noticed the way he looked at Abby. How had I not seen it sooner? I wondered if Abby was the girl he told me about in the desert. I glanced at Clarke, wondering if she had picked up on it. She met my eyes with an amused grin on her lips. I guess if she was okay with it then I had to be, but I didn't have any real claim on Kane. So why did it feel like I did? That feeling only grew as the evening dragged on and we chatted over take out and a few cold sodas.

OCTAVIA'S POV:

"Do whatever the hell you want." I told him.

Lincoln grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him when we were outside. His eyes understanding. "You need to calm down."

I yanked my arm away. "I can't. I'm angry." My hands fisted at my sides.

"I have somewhere we can go." He brought his cell phone to his ear.

Do whatever the hell you want. My fists hit the punching bag. My eyes kept glancing at his taunt and tan muscles, flexed over the bag. Forgive a girl for staring, but Murphy didn't have all that.

"Focus." Lincoln scolded me.

"If you'd put on a shirt with sleeves maybe I'd be able to." I cracked a smile, teasing him.

He shot me a look. "You wanted to release your anger, but I'm not feeling any of that."

I rolled my eyes, wiping the loose strands of hair off my sweaty face. "I'm punching this stupid bag because you told me to. What do you expect?" I tightened the pony tail.

He let go of the bag and stood over me. "You're a lot of things, but you're not stupid Octavia. You see what's going to happen. You're angry at Jaha. He locked you up for being alive. He lead you through the desert and Murphy ended up dead. He was brought back to life only to forget who you were. Now he's chatting it up with Jaha. How does that make you feel?"

My fist shot out before I could stop them. Lincoln dodged me, bringing my arm behind my back as he stood behind me. I elbowed his chest. Both of my hands were restrained now. Panic flared as the incident from months ago flashed in my mind. I let out a frustrated cry as I struggled from his too strong grip.

"You need to control your emotions better than this." He said into my ear.

I wanted to kick and claw at him, but there was no use. I couldn't get free. "Okay," I sighed. "I get it."

After a few moments, he let me go.

I turned towards him. "Are you going to teach me how to do that?"

"I can, if you want me to. Although, Indra would be better at it than me. Besides," He took a sip from his water bottle. "I'm already training someone else."

My eyes narrowed. "Wyatt? Is that whose private gym this is?"

"Don't give me that accusing stare, Octavia."

"What accusing stare?" I grinned at him.

He shook his head, like he was deciding on something or not.

"Are you going to help me release me anger or not? I'm still angry, you know." I held up my fist in a mock fighting stance.

He copied me, a smirk on his face. "You don't want to fight me."

"Why is that?" I circled him.

"Because I'm going to win."

My brow rose. "So you think I can't beat you?"

He circled me. "I didn't say that."

I knew he knew my moves, so I tried to fake him. My fist punched at face, he ducked as I kicked my leg out and struck his side. He grabbed my ankle as I withdrew it and through me off balance. He blocked my punch with a punch of his own to my side. That blow fueled me. Enough with punches and kicks. My eyes flitted to the weightless dumbbells. They were long and skinny enough for me to do damage. His eyes followed me as I ran for them. I kicked his legs from under him. His hand grabbed my calf, bringing me to the ground. The wind knocked out of me as he crawled over me grab one of the dumbbells. I jumped up. My hand grabbed the dumbbell as I kicked forward. He stumbled back, but caught himself before he fell into the weights and heavy equipment. He grabbed another dumbbell and came at me. We dipped and dodged each others blows until I noticed someone standing by the door and the end of his dumbbell hit me in the face.

I dropped the dumbbell and stumbled back, my hand going for my aching lip.

Lincoln stared at me in shock, worry registering in his eyes. "Shit. Are you okay?" He clutched my face in his hands, surveying it. His thumb ran over my bleeding bottom lip.

I took him in. Tall, tan, muscled, and beautiful. I nodded as I blinked a few times. "Yeah."

"Octavia, do you need to go to the hospital?"

I turned to see Talia standing a few feet from us, concern in her voice as she took us in. Her eyes said something else. I pulled away from Lincoln.

"Yes. We were just messing around." I told her, sucking on my bottom lip. "Where's your bathroom?"

She blinked a few times then pointed to the door. "Down the hall to the left. Do you need a first aid kit?"

I waved her off. "No, I'm okay." I gave a laugh. My eyes meeting Lincoln's. "That actually helped a lot. Thanks."

He grinned. "Any time."

I made my way to the bathroom after a parting wave. My reflection glared back at me. Disappointed. Annoyed. Like she thought I was scum. My eyes closed as I blocked her out. Do whatever the hell you want, she told me. Murphy is.

"Shut up." My hand came down hard in the stainless steel sink.

I splashed water in my face, then hovered over the sink until I didn't feel so nauseous.

The door opened and Talia peeked her head in.

"I'm okay, I promise. We were just sparring."

She leaned against the sink, a stern look on her face. "Bad day?"

I wet a towel from the counter and put it against my lip. "Mur-Johnny doesn't want anything to do with me, he'd rather talk with Jaha. Kind of put me in a funk, so we came here."

She nodded. "And did it help? Punching the crap out of the bag?"

"A little. I'd rather punch the crap out of Jaha."

"Aiden's going out. You should tag along. You could use a night out."

I thought it over in my mind. If there was going to be booze I'm there. "Are you coming?"

She held her hands up. "Uh, no. That's not my thing."

"Won't Lincoln be there?"

Her face turned red as she averted her eyes with a shrug. "Probably."

I threw the towel on the sink. "I'll go out if you go out. I said you had a stick up your ass and Lincoln said otherwise. Prove me wrong."

She pursed her lips.

LEXA'S POV:

The door opened and in walked Aiden.

My eyes trailed over him. A black shirt that clung to his well developed chest. Black workout shorts and tennis shoes. I knew this whole gym thing didn't sound fun. Luckily, there was no one else here. My face hurt. This was my fault. He distracted me.

He gestured to my chin. "You okay?"

I ignored him as I leaned against the stainless steel sink.

He fished under the cabinets and handed me a towel wrapped around an ice pack.

"Thank you."

He leaned against the wall next to the door, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

"You don't have to stand there, I'm fine."

"Do you want to go out tonight?" He asked.

I froze. "What?"

He smirked. "Clubbing, not a date."

Right. He wouldn't ask me out on a date. I wouldn't say yes because I liked girls and I wasn't attracted to him in the slightest.

"Will there be hot girls there?"

He laughed. "Definitely. You can be my wingman."

I gave him a look. "Or you can be mine. Maybe I want to get some ass tonight too."

"How about we are each other's wingmen. But if I spot a girl I want you can't take her away from and vice versa." He held out his hand to shake on it.

I took it, not expecting the spark that came at contact. My eyes met his. "Deal."

"Aren't you supposed to be lovesick over Clarke?" I asked him as we got ready in the my bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror. This black dress was odd to wear, but I'm not going to lie. I looked pretty hot in it. If Aiden's eyes roaming over me every five seconds was any indication. He wore black jeans and was holding up a few different shirts in front of his chest.

I wondered why he hadn't left yet and I remembered that Clarke and Bellamy were still at his place. I didn't feel the need to kick him out. It was better than being alone.

"Aren't you?" He arched a brow.

"Not when I didn't really have feelings for her." My hands held up the weapons Talia brought me. I looked at Aiden. "I don't know what to do with this."

He reached over me and plugged it in. "You curl your hair with it."

I narrowed my eyes at it and put it to my hair, nothing happened so I twirled my hair around it. Still nothing. I took it out of plug. "It doesn't work."

He grinned. "You have to let it heat up first." He plugged in the other one. "This is simple enough, just straighten your hair once it heats up."

"That sounds dangerous."

"You're afraid of a little heat?" His hands grabbed my hips and set me on the counter. I almost moaned at the contact, but bit my lip as his clear blue eyes stared into mine.

My head shook. "No."

I let him put the makeup on my face. I had to wonder why he was so good at it. He could be terrible and the moment I turned around realized he'd been playing on my face.

"I've seen Talia do it enough times. I don't use makeup if that's what you're wondering."

"Okay." I winced as he went over the bruise on my chin.

He was done in a few minutes, but when I moved to get down he reached for the other strange looking device. "Let me straighten your hair. This is a flat iron."

"Isn't my hair already straight?"

He grinned. "My point exactly, but Talia will kill me if she thinks I let you walk into a club looking any kind of way." His eyes found mine and I wondered if I should take offense. "Not that you ever look bad. You look," His eyes ran over my body, lingering on every detail. "Too hot for words, but I'm a manwhore, so what do I know."

I laughed. "You're a what?"

He took a piece of my hair and ran the flat iron down it. I could feel the heat on my face and neck as the hair fell in place. "A manwhore. I like lots of girls. You should stay away from guys like me at all costs." He grinned playfully. "There will be a lot trying to hit on you tonight." His eyes focused on the task at hand. "If we get separated and you have any problems tell them you're with me. They'll leave you alone."

"Or I could just beat them up." I teased.

"Or that."

This wasn't the time, I didn't know Aiden very well, but I felt like I could ask him this.

"Do you know who your real family is?"

He stopped and stared at me for a few moments then went back to doing my hair. "Nope. I was born outside the walls. The Wyatts found me on a raid. They took me in. We haven't talked about it much sense. Everyone treats me like I'm a Wyatt, especially my grandpa." His eyes held distant memories. "Things have always been a little tense between me and James. I don't think he wanted me, but Talia and Evan begged him. When it came down to it, it was grandpa's say. He was still in charge back then."

I didn't know what to say to that. I shouldn't have brought it up. Now it was awkward.

"I'm sorry."

His eyes flicked to mine. "For what?"

"You don't feel like you belong, but you had so much expectation and responsibility on your shoulders. Must've been tough."

He nodded. "It is, but you probably think I'm being silly for feeling this way."

"Why would I think that?"

He gestured around us. "Look at how simple my life is. Compared to yours it must've been a cakewalk."

I didn't think less of him because he lived a different life than I did.

"Just because you had all these things growing up didn't make your life any easier. Convenient maybe, but not easier."

He sat the flat iron down and grabbed my hips, pulling me down to him. I didn't know why my body wanted to melt into his whenever he touched me, but this time was no different. He turned me around.

I stared back at the girl in the mirror. Not a warrior. Not a commander. A girl in a dress and makeup meant to look beautiful and not intimidating. I met his eyes in the mirror, wondering what he saw when he looked at me.

"Ready to party, Commander?"

I chuckled. "Ready."

A/N: Hoped yall liked it. I know it wasn't much, but I had to put up a new chapter. Sorry for the lack of bellarke. Other story lines have to take place. I'm not pushing bellarke to the side, they aren't going anywhere, I promise.