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Chapter 26

For the first time, Lexa looked absolutely shocked. Shocked that she'd been caught unaware, shocked that she'd been shielded, and shocked that her savior was the same boy who had murdered so many of her own people. Finn fell to his knees as Bellamy reached him.

"No, no no no," Bellamy said lowly, unable to believe what was happening. He knew he couldn't remove the blade, or Finn would bleed out faster, but Finn seemed to be fading fast anyway. Bellamy looked at the knife. R. R. It was one of Raven's. Finn had been stabbed through the heart by Raven's own knife, though the now dead Mountain Man had been the one to throw it.

Raven skidded up next to them, and even in the heat of battle, Lexa's people seemed to form a small wall of protection while Bellamy and Raven looked into Finn's quickly glazing eyes. "Finn! No, you're okay, you're okay," Raven crooned. And he looked up at her smiling.

"Raven…"

"Don't leave, Finn." Tears sprung from Raven's eyes, and Bellamy felt his own eyes prick. "I'm scared. I need you."

"Shh, it's okay to be afraid," Finn said with a wistful smile. "The trick is not fighting it."

"I love you," Raven whispered.

"I love you too." Finn was extremely pale, and Bellamy began to feel choked. "Bellamy?"

"Yeah, Spacewalker?"

Bellamy leaned down, and Finn whispered to him. Raven cried silently, and Lexa watched on, the surprise gone from her face, but a thoughtful look remained. Fighting raged around them.

"I promise," Bellamy said, and Finn smiled. The light went out from his eyes.

Raven wailed, a sound of despair and mourning, even as the Grounders clashed with the Mountain Men. Bellamy held her as she sank further down, not knowing how this could ever be okay again. Finn Collins was dead.

The woman in the white coat leaned over to the tray next to her, selecting a particularly nasty-looking medical scalpel, and Abby was suddenly sprinting toward her, despite the yells coming from Jaha and the rest of her people. She knew she couldn't let this woman subdue them; there was just something off about her.

The woman swiped at her with the scalpel, but Abby ducked low, the blade barely missing her. Abby knew these tools were sharp; she herself had cut many patients open with like instruments for surgeries and operations. Abby grabbed a small pair of scissors, generally used to snip the end off of stitches, but it would do for now.

"Quick, aren't you?" The woman said, breathing heavier as she spun around to face Abby.

"Afraid?" Abby taunted back, but she heard a small fwip and a sudden pain shot through her calf. She turned to see a Mt. Weather soldier standing behind her, tranq gun trained and ready. Abby began to falter. Shit, there was some kind of sedative in the dart.

"It is not I who should be afraid," the woman soothed, confident.

"Bitch," Abby whispered, ripping out the dart, willing herself to breathe calmly as she thought of ways to counteract whatever was running through her system.

"You may call me Dr. Tsing. I'll be taking care of you today," the woman said as she sauntered forward, still threateningly holding the scalpel. Abby swallowed hard. She had to fight. Yells and shouts came from the cages holding the Arkers. Their lives depended on her.

"Raven. You have to get up. You have to fight." Bellamy hauled the small girl up, her entire frame wracked by sobs.

"I can't," she cried. "Not without him."

"You have to. What would Finn want? He saved you as a little kid, and he wouldn't want that to be for nothing now. Because Finn saw what you are. Everyone can see what you are. You're a fighter, Raven. So fight!" She looked up at him, her sobs quieting as a look of determination began to dawn. "They killed Finn, and they have our people."

She nodded, and she began to compose herself. "Atta girl," Bellamy whispered, and he suddenly heard his name being shouted.

"Bellamy!"

Octavia?! He glanced over and saw Lincoln like a whirlwind of death as he fought Mt. Weather soldiers, Indra behind them fighting. Octavia ran up to him. He grabbed her for dear life. "Octavia! What are you doing here?!"

"We heard the horn, and we came to help you."

Bellamy smoothed down a stray hair, looking his little sister over to make sure she wasn't hurt. "Where's Clarke?"

"She and the others went ahead. We ran into Jasper and Miller."

Clarke was alone? Bellamy had another sinking feeling, much like when he had known something very bad was about to happen to her the other day, before she'd nearly drowned. "We have to find her. I have to find her."

Octavia smiled knowingly. "I know you do."

Lincoln was suddenly there, almost like he already knew what was going on. "We'll take care of things here."

"We need to rescue the rest of the 47 from their dormitory. Monty knows where it is," Bellamy began, and Octavia put a hand on his arm. She'd make sure of it. "Now which way?"

It was taking a while to reach the Harvest Sanctuary because Maya's access card was no longer working. Mt. Weather was on lockdown, and they'd seen surprisingly few soldiers or Reapers on their way; all forces seemed to be diverted in another direction, towards where Octavia, Indra, and Lincoln had gone, and Clarke hoped everyone was okay.

For now, she watched as Miller picked a lock on a non-automatic door. "One of the older passageways in the facility," Maya had explained. "Hardly anyone uses this section anymore since our cards won't open to it."

"You're pretty good at this, Miller," Clarke said, and the guy grinned.

"Can't say I did my dad proud, being a thief for a son, but let's just say that the Ark's secrets weren't safe from me," Miller jibed, and Clarke smiled at him.

"Impressive." She turned to Maya. "Is it much further?"

Maya shook her head. "Beyond this door is another hall that will lead into the main medical chamber. We should be able to access the Harvest Sanctuary from there."

A sound reverberated down the hallway behind them, and Clarke tensed. She put her finger to her lips, urging her team to be quiet, as she slid along the edges of the dark corridor. A large figure neared, and she couldn't see who it was. She crouched down, her small frame hidden by a fallen grate in the old hallway. She readied her club.

The figure jogged closer, heavy steps, and she launched herself up, club at the ready, but whoever it was had disappeared. Clarke suddenly felt a hand on her wrist, stopping her use of the club as a weapon, but she whipped around, lashing out with her left hand. The figure grunted, "Shit, Clarke," and she felt tears prick her eyes as she realized who it was.

"Bellamy!" And then she was wrapping herself around him, as he chuckled, "That's quite a left hook you've got there too, Princess. Matching set."

Part of her thought how crazy this all was, that just days ago he'd snuck into her tent so that she would come help Lincoln, and now they were here, together, storming Mt. Weather to save her mom, her friends, her people… Her family. His eyes narrowed, and a hand gently caressed her neck. She leaned into his touch, enjoying it for a fleeting moment. "Who did this?" he asked, voice low.

She realized he was talking about her neck. "It doesn't matter. We dealt with the problem."

"Brave Princess," he whispered. "And whoever it is is lucky that you are keeping his or her identity a secret. If I find the culprit… I'd…"

Bellamy trailed off as she leaned forward again, wanting to calm his frayed nerves. He was so warm, and she let the solid plane of his chest steady her for just a minute as she felt his heart beat under his tshirt. "How did you get here?"

"Octavia and Lincoln told me the way. They're helping Lexa and her crew. Seems like the Mountain Men concentrated their forces there."

Clarke nodded. She'd suspected as much. She pulled back, noticing how he only held her with one arm while the other hung limply at his side. "What's wrong?"

He grimaced. "My shoulder. Something popped."

She grabbed his hand, and his face contorted in pain. "Dislocated… I can fix it, but it's gonna hurt."

"Do it," he grunted.

"Tell me what happened with you guys," Clarke said as she dropped the club, putting one hand on his bad shoulder and the other on that arm's wrist.

Bellamy swallowed. He thought of Finn, of Raven's howl of anguish, of how Clarke would react. This wasn't the time to tell her. She would need to properly grieve, but they had to save their people first. He resolved to tell her later. "We ran into some Reapers, but they weren't affected by the high-frequency pitch."

Clarke nodded. "We ran into some too. They were modified to be stronger and faster."

"They definitely seemed enhanced. Anyway, we took out a few of them, and we managed to meet up with Kane, Monty, Finn, and Monroe."

"They're all okay?"

"They were a little scratched up when we found them, but we got there just in – ," Bellamy grunted in pain as Clarke suddenly yanked on his hand, popping the shoulder back into place. "Time," he finished, exhaling sharply.

"Sorry. I figured it was better if I distracted you."

Bellamy tested his shoulder by rolling it around a few times. It was going to be sore, and it already hurt like a bitch to move, but he could at least use it again. He gathered Clarke up in his arms, whispering to the crown of her head, "You did good, Clarke."

She looked up, and their eyes met for only a brief second before their lips collided. The kiss was brief, but it was almost as if they could keep hold of each other forever, pouring feelings of worry and fear and hope through the contact. Clarke was the one who broke off first, giving him a shy smile before cocking her head back the way she'd come. "C'mon. I'm sure Miller is nearly through the door. We have to destroy the Harvest Sanctuary."

He looked at her pack. "Raven said you had the last of the explosives."

Clarke pulled her pack around to the front, digging through. "I do. I'll set it up in the middle of the chamber, and I can remotely detonate it with this." It was a small remote, and Bellamy wondered why he hadn't seen it before. Clarke seemed to know what he was thinking. "This was made specifically to destroy that room. We can't be anywhere near the blast when it goes off."

She threaded her fingers through his and led him back to where Miller was still tinkering with the door. When they neared the group, Miller and Jasper both smiled, excited to see Bellamy. Miller nearly leapt up in his enthusiasm. "Bellamy."

"Miller." The two shook hands, grinning each other. Jasper walked up, and Bellamy stuck his hand out, but Jasper ignored the limb and instead gave Bellamy a big hug. "Jasper. Good to see you too."

Clarke stood next to Maya, admiring Bellamy as the boys greeted one another. Maya glanced over at her. "So he's your Jasper."

Clarke seemed surprised. "What?"

Maya seemed to grow flustered, fidgeting as she explained, "Like, your protector. When I was poisoned by radiation, Jasper came to my rescue and gave me his blood, and it wasn't just because he's a good friend. Well, at least… I hope it's not just because of that."

Clarke smiled reassuringly. "I'm sure it wasn't just because you're friends. I can see that Jasper cares for you, Maya." She looked back to Bellamy. "So yeah, maybe you're right."

Miller had knelt down, finishing up the door, and with a sudden click and a turn of the knob, the old entryway was suddenly open. Jasper gave a cheery shout, and Clarke braced herself for what was about to happen. It was time to mount a rescue.

A/N: Guys, thank you so much for the reviews. They make me so excited to write more :) I'm toying with writing another chaptered fic, plus more little drabbles for the Anthology "The End's Beginning" (on my profile if you want to read), and it's really all thanks to your support. It's weird; I'm starting to get sad as "Entropy" draws to a close! ALSO, GUYS, THAT LAST EPISODE - like, discuss with me. I was FREAKING the entire time. Just freaking out. Anyway, thanks for reading, and please leave a review if you have time! xoxo, TATF