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Chapter 25

Abby covered the Chancellor pin with her fingers as the woman walked forward. "Dante seemed to think you people could be reasoned with, but your actions always prove otherwise."

"Perhaps we could have been," Abby intoned, quickly taking in their surroundings, noting what medical equipment could be turned into weapons, "Before you abducted our children and used them as lab rats."

The woman was quite for a moment. "Yes, I see the resemblance, if only in the way you speak and hold yourself." Abby said nothing, and she let out a lilting, humorless laugh. "The one that got away. Smart girl, their leader and their healer. Shame. Had I been in charge, I would have kept a much tighter leash on her. She would have been the first one we harvested bone marrow from. For now, it seems you people can't help but make a mess. It's quite rude, breaking and entering."

"Clarke," Abby whispered.

The woman began to walk slowly toward her, and Abby gripped the pin harder. "But no matter. We've deployed our full force against the intruders. And even if that were not enough, Cage's pets will take care of any problems. Then we can truly begin here, just as we'd begun with the 47."

Abby's eyes narrowed. She knew that this woman was just trying to get under her skin, and she wouldn't give her the satisfaction. But Abby wasn't the only one listening.

"What have you done to them?!" someone shouted, and the woman smiled.

"More proud parents? You'll all rest assured that your kids will be the defining factor in helping us come about on the surface. They'll write about you in the histories, tales of how mankind was saved by their brethren from the sky. Too bad none of you will live to see it."

"That looks pretty bad, Clarke," Octavia said for what seemed like the billionth time. They were jogging along a hallway, Maya leading the way, and Octavia was staring at her neck. Clarke could tell it was bruising, and her throat was scratchy; that combined with the wound to her shoulder where a bullet had grazed her probably had her looking like she'd been hit by a launchship, but this wasn't a time to worry about looks.

"I'm fine, O. Maya, how much longer?" Their pace had been diminished now with Indra's wounded leg, though Clarke had seen to it the best that she could. They had had to leave the Reapers back in the room with Cage, all unconscious; there was no one to spare to help get the monsters back to the outside encampment.

The girl turned, and Jasper rested a reassuring hand on her back. "Nearly there. Should just be a few minutes. Your people should be there."

Clarke nodded. They needed to mount the rescue, and then destroy the Harvest Sanctuary. She tugged on her pack subconsciously, knowing that there were still hordes of Mountain Men who had yet to make an appearance.

A blow from a Grounder horn split the air, and the group paused. "But that's – ," Octavia began.

"The horn." Indra hissed some words in Grounder tongue.

Clarke noticed Lincoln looked disconcerted. "What's going on?"

"They would only sound that to rally troops to the area. There must be a problem. Lexa's group had a Horn Sounder there," he said.

Bellamy. He was with Lexa's group. Octavia had reached the same conclusion. "We have to help them," she said.

But Clarke knew that time was of the essence. "We need to split up. O, you take Indra and Lincoln, and Maya, Jasper, Miller and I will continue toward the Harvest Sanctuary."

"But Clarke – "

"She's right," Indra cut in. "We must divide our forces."

"We're with you, Clarke," Jasper said, Miller nodding behind him.

Octavia didn't seem to want to split up, but she knew this needed to be done. She gave Clarke a quick hug. "Give 'em Hell, fearless leader."

"Be careful, O." With a smile, Octavia was off with Indra and Lincoln. Clarke only hoped that they could help Lexa's group. She thought of Bellamy. Please let him be okay.

Bellamy inhaled deeply, catching his breath. With Lexa's people combined with Finn's motley group, they had managed to take down two Reapers, but not without a few scratches. Bellamy was worried about the bite Monty had sustained, as well as the limp Monroe had developed during the scuffle. She had just been shot with an arrow about a week prior, and he worried that her stitches had opened again with all that had happened. The two unconscious Reapers lay in a heap, where two strong Grounders were preparing to bring them back to the encampment.

"Finn!" Bellamy's thoughts were interrupted as Raven threw herself around the Spacewalker, and he caught her, hugging her tightly. Bellamy knew that the two of them had their problems, but they did mean a lot to one another, even if Bellamy did secretly think that Raven deserved better than how Finn had treated her. He thought of Finn's love for Clarke, and a pit dropped in his stomach. They would have to discuss that when they got out of here.

A female Grounder hissed behind him, and Bellamy turned to see Lexa's group staring at the reunion as well. Fuck. One of the terms for peace was Finn's death. "Finn Collins?" Lexa stated, quietly and serenely.

Finn had straightened, and Raven had turned, seeing how antagonistic their allies now seemed. She stepped in front of Finn. "You want him? You go through me."

"That can be arranged," one of Lexa's men rumbled.

"He murdered my nephew," another woman ground out, and Bellamy felt everything begin to escalate around them.

He stepped in front of Raven, appealing to Lexa. "Now is not the time, Commander. We need to finish our mission before we can discuss the terms – "

"There is nothing to discuss, Bellamy Blake. The terms were nonnegotiable. Finn Collins is ours."

"What are they talking about?" Monty asked, completely confused at this turn of events. Why would the Grounders want Finn? He'd helped Lincoln escape the first time, and he'd purposefully sought a peace treaty with them. What had changed?

"They're right," Finn nearly whispered.

Raven looked shocked. "We're not giving you up, Finn."

Before the conversation could continue, howls lit up the end of the tunnel. "Not again!" Monroe said.

"Brace yourselves," Bellamy stated just as three more Reapers rushed them. They were these damn enhanced ones, and Bellamy regretted the fact that he was carrying a gun rather than a Grounder-made weapon.

One Reaper rushed at him, and he hit it with the butt of the rifle. The creature was barely was hardly deflected, but Finn was there, helping him once again. Bellamy wish he'd had enough foresight to pick up a tranq gun that many of the Mt. Weather soldiers had been outfitted with. He shook his head. Clarke probably would have done that. She always thought ahead. He wondered how she and Octavia were faring.

A particularly nasty punch caught Bellamy in the jaw, and his head whipped around. Dammit, he could not be distracted with thoughts of Clarke right now. A shout from Raven drew his attention, and he saw Monty splayed on the ground while Monroe and Raven tried to keep the Reaper from tearing out his throat.

"Finn!" Bellamy shouted, and the Spacewalker nodded. I got this, the gesture seemed to say, and Bellamy was off. He slammed into the Reaper, but the monster didn't fall. Instead, it grabbed a hold of his arm, wrenching it to the side… There was a quick moment of blinding pain. Something popped, and Bellamy realized he didn't have the use of his arm; his shoulder was dislocated.

The Reaper swung about, teeth bared, but Raven brought a club down hard on the back of the creature's head, momentarily dazing it. The sound of boots sounded along the corridor, and Bellamy glanced over to see several Mt. Weather soldiers arriving. Enhanced Reapers and Mountain Men? This wasn't looking great.

"We've got company!" Bellamy yelled as Monroe pulled him up by his good arm. She suddenly wavered as a tranq sank into her right shoulder. Her knees buckled, and she blinked up at Bellamy. Monty grabbed her and began to drag her to the side, and Raven was suddenly full on sprinting towards the Mountain Men.

"Raven!" Bellamy roared, and he heard Finn shouting the girl's name as well. That crazy bitch was going to get herself killed. What in the Hell was she doing?!

Raven suddenly lugged a grenade, and a few of the soldiers had wised up enough to get far enough away, but a few were caught in the crossfire. Raven slid across the floor as tranq darts sailed over her head, and she reached a fallen gun. A soldier aimed at Raven, but suddenly found a spear through his torso and fell over.

The Reaper behind Bellamy lunged again, but Raven put the tranq gun to good use, putting three quick darts in the creatures thigh as it began to stagger. Bellamy gripped his shoulder, cursing its disuse, but a well-thrown punch from Monty was able to fell the creature.

Monty clutched his fist. "I think I broke my hand," he gasped out, and Bellamy felt a rushing fondness for the guy. To think how far they'd all come since arriving on Earth.

There were so many Mountain Men. A Grounder blew a horn to signal any of their other people in the area; Bellamy knew they needed all the help they could get.

He suddenly realized that while he couldn't use his gun on the Reapers, he could on the Mt. Weather soldiers, and using his one good arm, he unloaded as many shots as he could, though his aim was horrible with only one hand. He realized it was back to basics, and he found a knife laying in the chest of one soldier.

He pulled it out, engaging in close combat with one Mt. Weather soldier who was trying to tranq him. He managed to embed the knife up to the hilt in the soldier's thigh, and Bellamy knocked the tranq gun away, punching the man as he crumpled. Damn Clarke for making him believe he wasn't a monster, or a bad person; he wanted to kill as little as possible, trying to be a man who was worthy of her.

Bellamy moved away, helping Monroe subdue another soldier. He called to Raven as more soldiers rushed into the small corridor. "Reyes! Grenade 'em!"

She shook her head. "That was it. Clarke has the rest of the explosives!" She kneeled, shooting tranq darts at another Reaper in fast succession.

Bellamy glanced around, trying to think of a way to contain the soldiers, when his heart suddenly plummeted. The man he had felled with a knife to the thigh had brutally ripped the blade from his leg, and a puddle of blood surrounded him on the floor. He would bleed out for sure, and he couldn't move closer to his gun, but he had aimed the knife, and Bellamy could tell that the projectile would hit home: Lexa. Her back was turned.

It was almost as if things moved in slow motion. Bellamy screamed her name, hoping the Commander would move away, and she began to turn as the knife hurtled forward. But the blade sunk into flesh, embedding up to the hilt through sternum. Only, Lexa remained standing, shielded from the lethal blade. Finn Collins was standing in front of her. Finn Collins had taken the blow.

A/N: Dun dun dun... I promise a Bellarke reunion ASAP! Also, just really want to say thank you to all of y'all's responses to the last few chapters - they are so sweet and make me want to write more-more-more. I started talking to my beta about a sequel to this fic; that's how excited you have me :) So thanks so much for reading, and please remember that I do LOVE reviews, and I hope to hear from you. Enjoy tonight's episode, friends! xoxo, TATF