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Terms and Conditions
"It's an old saying, but it's true: the walls have ears."
Marcus Kane and his daughter shared a look as the cryptic comment left the new Chancellor's mouth, something they overheard on the bug Miller planted in his office. The younger Kane stiffened, her arms tightening across her chest as she realized the reason she was told she was not needed for Pike's daily meeting and that she was no longer on camp security detail. Pike was most definitely onto her.
"Now, we can't afford any more assumptions about who's a friend and who isn't," the Chancellor continued. "Not your husband, wife, or lover. We're fighting two wars now. And the more dangerous one is here, inside this camp. We can't prove it yet, but Marcus and Alessia Kane and their accomplices passed information to Octavia. I know none of you signed up to investigate your neighbors, but Monroe and Lacroix died because the traitors in this camp sold them out to the Grounders. Whoever did that will be hunted down and exposed for what they did to their own, for what they did to us! Now you get whatever resources, whatever personnel you need to make that happen. Dismissed."
Before anything more damning could be said on the other end, Kane hit a button on the radio to switch off their listening device. He looked around to his accomplices, eyes glazing over his daughter and moving to Harper and Miller across from him. The four of them were cramped in the small vented room with one single door, but it was the only way they could meet in private.
"If they're going to play that game, we need to play it too," Marcus warned.
"Meaning?" Harper prompted.
"We don't meet here again, for starters. We change our patterns. Forget our habits. Take a different route through camp each time we go out. Assume that there are eyes on us at all times." Kane turned to his daughter. "And you can't go back into Pike's inner circle. He doesn't trust you and the closer you get, the more he'll suspect you."
"If I don't make a big deal about being taken off of security detail, they'll know I'm playing them," Alessia argued. Her father scoffed.
"But you are."
"How do we know that they know that?" There was a clear look of confusion on his features, which she ignored and continued, "Look, I think we were pretty successful in convincing Bellamy that I'm on his side. If he believes it, maybe he can convince Pike, too."
"One argument between father and daughter doesn't rule you out as the traitor, Alessia." Kane chose the following words carefully, fully aware that he had an emotional teenage daughter who was still on the mend from severe trauma. "Bellamy knows you better than anyone. You think the thought hasn't crossed his mind after Octavia warned the Grounders? He knows what side you were on when you came back to camp, what makes you think he doesn't see right through you?"
"I think he'd at least respect our relationship enough to talk to me before betraying me to Pike," she replied sincerely. Kane watched as a serious look came across Alessia's face, but before he could respond, Miller suddenly chuckled behind them.
"Was that what he was doing when he handcuffed you to a desk and dragged you to go turn you in? Respecting your relationship?" he propositioned facetiously, earning a scorned look from Alessia. Miller held his hands up in defense. "Hey, you've got to admit, he isn't the same Bellamy we knew before this whole thing started. Your dad is right, he's probably already plotting ways to get you in with the other prisoners this very second. The man's off his hinges. He killed two Grounders this morning—shot them point-blank. Does that sound like the Bellamy we know?"
A long silence fell over the four traitors in the room. As much as she hated to admit it, the silence was her way of acknowledging how true Miller's words had become. She let out an exasperated sigh, feeling like kicking herself for ruining her double-agent status before she could do any good.
"So what do you suppose we do, huh? About Pike?"
"Shock-lash his fascist ass and hand him to the Grounders," Harper suggested ruthlessly, a cold stare locked in her eyes. Kane turned at her, furious.
"That would be murder. Not to mention treason. And that's not who we are."
"Maybe..." Miller began slowly, lifting his eyes from the floor, "...it's who we need to be."
And for a moment, Alessia saw her father consider it. Behind the newly sympathetic eyes that she had seen her father grow into the moment they had reunited on the ground, she saw the old Kane resurface. The one who would do anything to protect his people, including murdering and betraying one of his own. Flashes of dead bodies crossed across Alessia's vision; pictures of burned skin from radiation poisoning and blood coating her calloused hands. She flinched visibly and reminded herself that she was a different person now. Marcus Kane was a different person, too.
"No," Alessia spoke in place of her father, tensing up. Miller and Harper refocused their attention to her. "That would make us just as bad as Pike and what he stands for. We would be hypocrites to our own cause. That should be our last resort."
"Fine," Miller agreed. "Then what's the plan?"
"We talk to him." She turned to her father in particular. "Well, you talk to him. If anyone can get through to him, it's you."
"I don't think that's gonna work," Harper admitted pessimistically, letting out a defeated sigh. The feisty brunette to her right shifted her eyes quickly with her arms crossed over her chest in a defensive stance.
"It doesn't hurt to try. While you take care of that, I'm going to talk to Bellamy." She turned on her heel, only to be caught by her father by the elbow. Alessia paused as her dad lowered his head so his voice was quiet in her ear.
"Please be careful, Alessia. I don't think Bellamy is on our side anymore." Alessia could see the hurt in her father's eyes. It never really occurred to her how much Bellamy meant to him, and it was quite surprising that it occurred to her at all. After everything that happened with Calix, she wasn't sure how Kane would handle Bellamy in her life. Cautiously, she removed his fingers from her elbow and nodded.
"I will. Promise."
Kane wanted to reply to his daughter, but she was already out the door by the time she had said the words. He didn't doubt that she believed in what she was saying, but he was starting to worry that this was more about her relationship with him than the situation that was at stake. Nevertheless, he let her go and merely hoped she could do what she promised.
Yet, while the misfits had their meeting in the dark and secret room somewhere within the Ark's remnants, Pike had stopped Bellamy just outside his office as they finished up their daily meeting. The Chancellor pulled his loyal soldier to a dead end hallway, two other guards positioned at the entrance in case of an intrusion.
"Have you spoken with Kane yet?" Pike inquired. Bellamy cocked an eyebrow, remaining calm.
"Which Kane would that be? My ex-girlfriend or my ex-girlfriend's father?"
"You know which Kane I'm talking about." The soldier quickly realized that the Chancellor was not taking the light-hearted attitude. He shifted onto his opposite leg and crossed his arms over his chest uncomfortably. Pike continued regardless. "We need intel from Alessia. You're the only one who can get it."
"Sir, I don't feel comfortable using my relationship with Alessia Kane to get information from her. She's friends with Monty. Why don't you have him do your dirty work?" A small silence passed before Bellamy added with a mutter, "Besides, I'm not convinced she's with Kane. I heard her fighting with him the other day. Really fighting. She may not be lining up behind you, but she's not against this war. The Grounders took a lot from her—from us—before all of this."
"For all we know they could have been playing up that fight as a ploy to get you to believe her," Pike pointed out cynically, jabbing his finger at Bellamy with a stern look. Bellamy lowered his eyes. "Frankly, Bellamy, I don't care if you feel comfortable about this or not. I asked you to get information from her. I expect results."
"Yeah, by doing 'whatever it takes'," Bellamy challenged, cutting his eyes at Pike angrily. "You realize what you're asking me to do, right? After everything that happened over the last few months, it's not that easy you know. I can't do what you're asking me to."
"You can. And you will." Just like that, Bellamy knew there was nothing else he could say to change Pike's mind. Another silence ensued before Pike stepped forward a little closer, clamping a hand on Bellamy's shoulder. The dark-haired soldier straightened immediately as Pike continued with a whisper. "You just shot two Grounders dead on their horses. All I'm asking you to do is sleep with Alessia Kane to get information from her. I would consider that the highlight of your week."
There was no other moment in his life that Bellamy Blake had ever felt so repulsed to be around another human being. But nonetheless, he was powerless as Pike clapped his shoulder with his hand and then turned on his heel back towards his guards, who escorted him down the hallway and out into the main camp to inspect the artillery. And he had no choice but to follow.
When Bellamy heard his name shouted out across the open field of people in the midst of the cloudy day at Arkadia, he felt his blood run cold at the voice that call belonged to. His back stiffened and he slowly set down the rifle he was cleaning to take a deep breath as he felt a presence just a few feet away from him, approaching fast.
Breathe, he told himself as he turned around to face Alessia. Her cheeks were flushed and she was rather winded, her hair spraying gently in the calm wind. It was down for some reason, a little odd for a regular day. Bellamy knew how much she hated it in her face while she was working. He had to tell himself to breathe again when her eyes caught his with their newfound focus.
"What the hell was up with Pike cutting me out of this morning's meeting? Whose ass do I need to kick? Please tell me it's yours, I think would enjoy that very much." A playful, sour grin poked at the corners of her lips.
"No, you would enjoy that too much." She didn't seem amused by his quip and small smile, so he became serious. His eyes begged for a destination other than hers. "Don't worry about it, Kane. It didn't concern you."
"And I guess security detail doesn't concern me, either, because he kicked me out of that, too."
"It's just a precaution, Alessia."
"A precaution against what? Does he think I was involved? That I'm the traitor?" Bellamy's mouth was tightly closed and he just stared at her, to which Alessia frowned bitterly while the lie slid out of her mouth easily. "Well, I'm not."
"I believe you." She searched his eyes to try and find some sarcasm, but to her surprise she couldn't find any. He looked as sincere as ever. In fact, it sickened her to no end to know how capable she was of lying to him—and how easy it was for him to believe her. Then again, her heart darkened as she realized he may never realize that he was on the wrong side of things. He continued quietly. "But he's just being cautious, that's all."
Bellamy could see how badly she wanted to fight him on the situation, but in the end he found her shifting from one foot to the other as her arms dropped to her sides to release her defensive stance. Her tone became softer.
"Look, I heard about what happened this morning with the Grounders. Are you okay?"
He shrugged. "Of course I am. Why do you ask?"
Bellamy could feel it when she stepped closer, even though it was only a shuffle of her toes that brought her a fraction of an inch towards him. Still, that fraction was too much. The concern in her voice was familiar. He nearly lost it when she reached out and touched his arm softly, remnants of their past looming in the air. Her voice was quiet, only audible to him.
"What you did wasn't easy. It can get to you in ways that you never thought it could."
Her eyes searched for his as he desperately tried to avoid her. A small part inside Bellamy wanted to scream at her; it was the part of him that still hated her for the pain she caused him after Mount Weather. He had given everything to her—his heart, his soul—and she treated him like dirt in return. How dare she try to use his downfall to reconnect with him? His jaw clenched tightly.
"You would know."
"Yeah." He could hear a small scoff in the back of her throat while a look of indifference came upon her features. "I would."
"Well thanks for your sympathy, but I don't need it." In a flash, he scooped up his disassembled rifle and tucked it under his arm carefully. "Unlike you, I do what I have to and don't let my emotions get in the way of it. That, you wouldn't know anything about."
He watched the ring of fire light in her eyes.
"I spent eighteen years hiding my emotions thanks to Kane! How dare you? Why don't you contribute to a mass genocide, and tell me again how overly emotional I am?"
"You seem to forget that I was there!" Now, his voice was raised. He stepped closer, all of a sudden losing the nervousness he'd felt earlier. Her appearance no longer affected him the way it had before. "Every step of the way. I was there, too. We all have our own issues, okay? So don't you dare start spinning the same old 'heartless daddy' story. I'm tired of hearing it! We're all tired of hearing it! You're nearly nineteen years old, why don't you get over it and stop using it as an excuse already!"
Bellamy didn't mean for it to get so out of hand, but the last part of the sentence was nearly shouted, causing everyone to turn their heads and look at the two of them standing less than a step away from each other. She didn't dare blink, for she was afraid if she did the tears she was holding back would come out. Bellamy dropped his eyes eventually, but didn't move. After a few moments to let the sting settle, he turned and rushed away inside, realizing how badly he'd screwed up.
When Alessia was finally able to move herself without fear of letting Bellamy see through her, she found the crowd still staring at her, as if waiting for a bomb to go off. Once her eyes made contact with the crowd, everyone turned back to their work and continued, as if they hadn't seen anything in the first place. She let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding in and calmly walked inside the Ark to collect herself.
"So it seems the talking plan didn't help much," Marcus sighed as he sat himself down on the small couch in the quiet room while his daughter leaned up against the door just a few feet away. They were in one of the old lounge rooms that no one bothered to go into anymore because half of it was scrap metal, leaving about a quarter of the room habitable. It was a place they could collect their thoughts and strategize without being interrupted or listened on. "This is a problem."
"Yeah. It is." Alessia leaned her head back against the cold door. "It doesn't leave us with many options."
"Many? It leaves us with one." The father caught his daughter's eyes from across the small, hazardous room. She stiffened. "I know we didn't want it to come to this, but I think we don't have a choice anymore."
She opened her mouth to protest, but Bellamy's words kept coming back to her, as much as she wanted to push them into a corner of her mind and forget all about them. A part of her knew that he was right; that she was being ridiculous and overly emotional. For the longest time she thought she was entitled to that, for she wasn't able to have the childhood that everyone else did. But he made a good point earlier, despite his animosity. She couldn't keep using that as an excuse to not grow up and face reality. What her father was talking about was monstrous and immoral, but they had no other options. It wasn't long until Pike found out about their betrayal and sentenced them to death. It was kill or be killed.
But also, there was a part of her that refused to believe it. After what she had done at Mount Weather, she knew that there had been dozens of other ways that they hadn't thought of that would have solved their problems that day. Ways that wouldn't have ended in the mass genocide of innocent people just trying to live their lives. It was that thought, the thought of an alternate option, that pained her not the fact that she killed those people. She knew that had those options been available to her she would've taken them at the time, but the whole night was made of bad decision after bad decision on her part. Alessia would be damned if she let it happen a second time.
"I'll be back," Alessia said curtly as she turned and opened the door to leave. Kane almost called out, but by the time he thought of anything to say she was already halfway down the hallway.
A nervous and emotionally charged Alessia strode down the hallways of the Ark until she came to a room and balled her hand into a fist and braced to knock. Her fist paused for a moment as she thought about what she was doing, but then her hand propelled forward by no command of her own and began to knock. Regret washed over her the instant it happened, but it washed away almost as quickly as it came when the door opened.
Bellamy found Alessia standing outside the door of his quarters, her mouth in a hard, thin line. He stiffened immediately. They stood there for a moment or two before he stood aside and let her pass from the doorway to inside the room, where he shut the door behind her. He wasn't sure how long the silence would continue, but it felt like ages. Bellamy refused to break it, and luckily for him he didn't have to.
"You don't get to say things like that to me anymore." Her voice was heated, but surprisingly reserved. He dropped his gaze. "All you've done since Mount Weather is yell and tell me what to do. But guess what? You broke up with me. We are no longer together. You no longer have any say on what I do or what I feel! I'm my own person now. You don't get to have an opinion. Not anymore."
A few moments passed without a word spoken, but the longer that moment became, the more Alessia's thoughts festered. Eventually, she took a deep breath and continued, in a bit of rage.
"Actually, you know what? I have always been my own person until you showed up and followed me out into that goddamn forest and forced me to fall in love with you! I never had any of these issues before, you know that? Even when I was with Calix, I could always separate it from the rest of my feelings. But you make them blend together so I can't tell the difference between any of it. You know, it's exhausting! And I didn't ask for this! And it's your fault! So you don't get to stand there and make me feel like I'm the one in the wrong because I was perfectly fine before you came and screwed everything up!"
His eyes snapped up to meet hers for the first time since she entered the room. Alessia couldn't make the distinction between the pain and anger in them.
"I screwed everything up?"
"I just said that!"
"I screwed everything up?" he repeated furiously, stepping a bit closer to her. "None of this was my fault, Alessia! How could it be? I didn't even know what love felt like before you came along and turned my goddamn world upside down. For God's sake, I was the one who tried everything to stop it—you know I did!"
"You didn't try hard enough." Her counter-argument merely earned a scoff from him as he turned with his hands on his hips to look away from her frustratedly. Alessia's arms crossed over her chest as the silenced ensued again, neither one of them willing to speak. It was only after a few minutes that Alessia felt her mind disconnect with her body and her mouth open wide to say something she had no control over. She wasn't sure if she said it to get back at him or to make things worse for him or just to even get it off her chest, but it happened all at once.
"I kissed Takeo."
"I know." He didn't remember his mouth opening, but like Alessia the words came from him so fast he couldn't stop them even if he'd wanted to. She cocked an eyebrow, confused. This time, he spoke more carefully. "I followed you out to the woods that night we argued. I saw it happen."
"You didn't say anything?"
"I didn't have a right to." Alessia observed his shoulders rise and fall in a quiet shrug. "I flaunted Gina in front of you whatever chance I could. I wanted you to feel the way I felt when you said you didn't love me enough." He paused, as if the pain were once again washing over him. She winced in thought of it, too. "I figured you would retaliate with Takeo. Why didn't you?"
A laugh bubbled from her lips, surprising him. It wasn't a "ha-ha" laugh, but rather a sad one. She shook her head. "You're such a moron."
"That's why you didn't get with Takeo?"
"When I told you I didn't love you enough the night we broke up I was lying through my teeth! I would have never guessed in a million years you would believe me so easily." She recognized the look of confusion on his face and softened her voice.
"You said you heard me crying every night, well, I heard you talk in your sleep so many times and all it was about was how worried you were about me. I couldn't stand to make you feel that way so I thought it would be easier if I told you that I didn't love you enough to change." She rolled her eyes with a reluctant annoyance. "The truth is, I would've put a gun to my head and pulled the trigger if it would make you happy. That's how much I loved you. Does that answer your question?"
It didn't seem to. She watched his eyebrows knot together in extreme confusion, and a bit of anger. After the silence that occurred because of his confused state, she stepped forward softly and sighed with a heavy burden on her chest. Alessia's eyes fixated on the ground.
"I don't know what you've done to me and it drives me literally crazy. Don't you see how unhealthy that is? Ever since we broke up it's been one foot in, one foot out. I can't do this anymore. I came to you now because I need you to let me go. You have to let me go."
"You want me to let you go?"
"Yes. Please."
It took only another stride to close the distance between them so they were standing less than a few inches away. It was a respectable distance with no part of them touching, but it made Alessia shift, visibly uncomfortable. He watched her as she refused to look at him, and so following a few moments of silence, he nodded and turned his body so he was perpendicular to her, his lips at her ear.
"Fine. Go, then."
But she was frozen. It was like time stopped. A deep burning in her stomach arose and suddenly she hated him so much for making her love him so deeply that she wanted to stay forever. It was a very confusing feeling, and that was why she knew she had to leave. But Alessia stared at the door and knew that if she stepped out of there she would never come back in. It hurt her to know that things were so hard. Why did they have to be so hard?
He spoke again. "You want me to let you go, I'm letting you go Alessia."
Because she was a broken mess and he was covered in blood from trying to pick up the pieces, that's why. No. Scratch that. She was breaking because he was chipping away at the pieces that remained. It was his fault. He was doing this. She would leave and put up the wall she did when Calix died and resume her life of cold-heartedness. It was that simple.
When it felt like the walls were caving in on her, Alessia rushed to the door so fast she could hear the wind from her walk behind her. Her hand twisted the knob and opened the door to leave, but it only got so far as a crack. Her heart began to thump so hard in her chest that she could feel it in her toes and her fingers. Every good sense in her was demanding she walk out the door, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. He had done exactly what she wanted. But in the freedom she was given, there was only one thing she wanted more.
Her hand had a mind of its own as it slammed the door shut and released itself from the doorknob. Just like that, she didn't care about the good sense in her anymore. She turned around to find Bellamy's eyes locked on hers and she knew that there was no other choice. She rushed forward with her arms outstretched and found his lips in the silence, her hands on both sides of his face to keep him stable. He kissed her back immediately, deepening the kiss by putting his hand around her waist to bring her closer to him. Alessia kissed him harder, with more urgency, and slipped her hands around his neck, clutching him as close to her body as she could. He then kicked them backwards toward the small makeshift bed on the floor of the small room.
Bellamy forgot entirely that he was doing this just for Pike. They broke away only to pull his shirt off his head and toss it on the floor behind them. As he leaned back down to kiss her, she put her hand between their lips, tracing the shape of his bottom lip and bringing her eyes slowly up to meet his. Her breath was intoxicating.
"I love you," she whispered, almost inaudibly. There was enough time for him to answer, but he just couldn't. Instead, he leaned down slowly and kissed the corner of her mouth, the side of her jaw, and wrapped her in his arms.
"I thought we were supposed to stay on Sinclair," Monty questioned as Chancellor Pike led him to the operation room a few minutes after he had reported to Bellamy that Kane had been speaking suspiciously with Sinclair. To be frank, the thought of imprisoning Sinclair for treason really sickened him, but he hoped that Sinclair wouldn't be stupid enough to align himself with Kane in this meaningless power struggle. Chancellor Pike shut the door behind them in the operation room.
"We'll be watching Sinclair, trust me. But right now I need you to listen in on this radio for anything that will give Alessia Kane away as the traitor." Monty raised an eyebrow as Pike reached forward and clicked on the radio that was sitting on the table in front of them. Instantly, there was a voice.
"I can't do this anymore. I came to you now because I need you to let me go. You have to let me go." The voice belonged to Alessia. It was sorrowful, pleading with someone on the receiving end of her statement. Monty knew who it was before the companion spoke.
"You want me to let you go?"
"Yes. Please."
"Fine. Go, then."
"This feels wrong," Monty blurted out quickly as he watched Chancellor Pike heading for the door. "Um, like, what exactly am I going to hear on this radio?"
Chancellor Pike threw a knowing smile over his shoulder, making Monty's blood run cold. He heard Alessia whisper "I love you" quietly and the rustling of sheets following shortly afterwards. Monty nearly gagged. Pike also looked a bit displeased, but was definitely enjoying it more than Monty would ever want him to.
"Just keep an ear out if she says anything interesting. Let me know when she does."
Chancellor Pike exited the room and Monty took a seat down at the table, looking at the radio in disdain as he heard things he never wanted to hear come out of Bellamy or Alessia's mouths in his entire lifetime.
A while later, Bellamy still had the brunette-haired girl in his arms as they laid in silence on the makeshift bed with the blanket tangled between them. His fingers played with the tips of her hair and she stroked his forearm in silence, thinking about how complicated this was. She loved him despite his allegiance to Chancellor Pike, that was for sure. But to think that Bellamy really believed in Chancellor Pike's efforts had her extremely worried that this was going to end badly no matter what.
It was almost as if she were projecting her thoughts loudly, for Bellamy brushed her hair behind her ear and leaned down to whisper, "You're thinking about something."
"Yeah." She turned over onto her back to face him. He had his palm holding up his head as his other hand still played with her hair, even though she was turned towards him now. He avoided her eyes. "You really believe that Chancellor Pike is doing the right thing by going to war with the Grounders?"
He stilled his fingers immediately and his heart raced so loudly he was sure Alessia would be able to hear it. Bellamy shifted so that he was sitting up, holding his knees towards his chest. Alessia knotted her eyebrows and sat up on her elbows, watching as he threw a look over his shoulder with a nervous scoff.
"We just had some of the best sex since we've been together and you're thinking about Chancellor Pike?"
He almost caved at Alessia's light-hearted laugh. "It's a simple question, Bellamy. Do you agree with him?"
He looked over his shoulder at her. Light from the tiny barred window in the corner of the room shone down right at the top of her head, illuminating her skin that was already glowing from their intimacy. The guilt washed over him like a wave. He told Pike he wasn't sure Alessia was on Kane's side, but he could see the hopeful gleam in her eye and knew almost instantly that his first instincts had been right. She was too good to succumb to the monstrous side of her like that, the side that wanted revenge on the Grounders for everything. She was and always would be with Clarke and her father on things. It was like a punch to the stomach knowing what would come next.
"Do you?" he asked, strategically evading the question. Their eyes were locked in a moment of sheer intenseness. Alessia pursed her lips softly and sat straight up, pulling the sheet tighter to her chest as she came to level with him. Her eyes broke their contract to look elsewhere, but his was continuously focused on reading her face. It was surprisingly hard to do so, not because he had been out of practice but because she always did a good job at hiding her expressions. Tactical technique, courtesy of Commander Kane.
Alessia took the riskiest breath of her life as she mumbled, "No. I don't. I never did."
"It was you that alerted the village about our attack?"
"Yes." Her eyes connected with his just as he turned away to put his head in his hand. "Look, Bellamy, he's a bad guy, okay? I never trusted him and I was right not to. Look at what he made you do to the Grounders! What he made you do today. You went into this thinking you were going to get revenge on the Grounders for killing me but I am right here! I'm alive. And no matter what they've done in the past, we've survived it all. Aren't you tired of all this war? Wouldn't it be nice to live in peace for once? That's all I want. Peace."
"It's an illusion."
"What is?"
"Peace." He turned to her and a toxic silence wrapped around them like a cold blanket. All of a sudden, Bellamy reached over and slipped his pants on under the covers while springing up onto his feet, tossing Alessia's jeans into her lap with urgency. "Get dressed. Get up. You have to go now."
She looked up at him with confusion. "What? You're kicking me out?"
"Alessia, please! Don't argue with me just get dressed and get up. Now. Now!" He said with more urgency, causing her to reluctantly do what he asked. She slipped her shirt over her head and onto her body and stood up to put her underwear and jeans on. Alessia let out a sigh.
"I know we have different opinions on this, but I thought—" She buttoned the top of her jeans hastily as he walked over to the desk in the corner and reached under it, grabbing the small mic he had planted earlier. He smashed it against the table while gathering his jacket from the top of the desk.
"We don't have enough time, okay? Come on, grab your stuff. We have to get you out of here." He strode over to her and reached out to grab her hand. But her body froze as she saw the small microphone bug in his hand, crushed to bits.
"You didn't," Alessia breathed softly. The guilt in his eyes was all the answer she needed. A panic rushed over her when she realized what was happening. Her heart sank into her stomach, disgustedly broken. "This was all to get me to admit that I'm the traitor? Are you kidding me?"
"We don't have time for this!" He bellowed and reached forward to grab her hand again, this time discarding the bug over his shoulder. Instead, she yanked it away and stumbled away from him. He looked up at her to find her on the verge of tears and extended his hand peacefully. "I will explain everything but I need you to come with me first."
"You're a liar!" she sneered, hatred burning in her eyes. "How could you betray me like this? Did I really mess you up that badly? You really hate me that much?"
He opened his mouth to respond. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, how he would never let anything bad happen to her, and how misguided he had been. But nothing came out. And as the silence ensued, the door suddenly burst open and in came three or four soldiers, quickly brushing past Bellamy and surrounding Alessia. She struggled against their holds, but there were too many of them. Chancellor Pike followed close behind, a smug smirk on his face. Alessia looked at Bellamy with so much hatred he couldn't bare to stand it. Pike nodded outside.
"Take her to lockup with the other prisoners. Stick a few extra guards to make sure she doesn't find her way out somehow." Chancellor Pike scoffed. "She's a sneaky one."
Alessia kicked and screamed as they pulled her out of the room, and Bellamy felt his heart sink into his stomach as he watched her go. But as much as he hated himself for what he did, he felt an odd sense of anger knowing that she had lied to him about being on his side. Yet again another lie from her. That's why a sudden wave of relief washed over him when Pike clapped Bellamy's shoulder happily.
"Good job, Blake. Not so difficult after all, huh?" Chancellor Pike gave him a small smile before turning him out of the room. "Come on. We've got traitors to catch."
Lincoln watched Alessia pace back and forth in the lockup, biting on the remnants of her thumbnail until she drew blood and inevitably switched to another finger. She paced so fast his eyes had to strain just to keep up with her. She was shaking visibly, most likely with anger.
"How could I have been so stupid?" she exclaimed under her breath. Alessia was technically talking to herself but she did know that Lincoln was listening to her. It didn't surprise her when he answered.
"You weren't stupid."
"Yeah, I was. Otherwise I wouldn't be locked up in here because I trusted my treasonous ex-boyfriend!"
"Technically," Lincoln pointed out, "you're the one who was treasonous."
Alessia stopped short in her pacing and glared at him, nearly making him shift out of the fear her burning gaze caused him. "You are really not helping right now."
He nodded in understanding and kept his mouth shut, so she resumed to pace in the corner of the lockup. Just as she started to get back up to the speed she had been at before yelling at Lincoln, there were voices coming up the hallway and soon the door unlocked to introduce a new prisoner to the lockup. Lincoln looked behind him to find that it was Sinclair, who grunted as he was being shoved into the cell. Both Lincoln and Alessia shared a glance between them and subtly walked up to the mechanic just as the doors locked behind him.
"Sinclair?" Alessia asked, surprised. Before she could ask him anything, a guard at the door bellowed for her to back away. She shot an icy look at the guard, but did not argue; Chancellor Pike had unfortunately correctly estimated her power and put more guards at the gate to the lockup. She shot Sinclair a knowing look and moved away, but Lincoln was still next to him.
"Locking their own up now," he muttered. "What'd you do to get in here?"
"Whatever it took," Sinclair replied, inaudible to anyone but Lincoln. He turned to him quietly. "I have a message for you from Kane. Get ready. Tonight's a go."
Sinclair left Lincoln's side for fear of acting too suspicious. As he did, Lincoln turned around to see Alessia looking at them from the corner with her eyebrow cocked curiously. But Lincoln knew just as much as she did that they were fully aware of what came next.
This was their last resort.
Bellamy found Kane right where he said he'd be. The middle-aged father was staring at the Rover on the mechanic floor with his arms crossed over his chest and a tight look on his face. Bellamy came up at his side without a word, placing his hands on his hips defensively. He didn't want to turn to look at the father of the girl he'd just put behind bars, but when Kane turned to him he knew he had to remain strong.
This is right, he told himself. What you're doing is right.
"It wasn't much of a plan, sabotaging the Rover. Keeping an eye on Sinclair was an easy call." Bellamy turned back to the Rover, remembering the scene as Sinclair ran away from him only to get caught and arrested by the guards that awaited.
"Was it?" Kane turned to look at him sternly. It took everything in Kane's body not to kill Bellamy right there for what he did to Alessia, but that evil side of him had long since been buried and he was determined not to bring it out again. "Spying on your friend. Turning in my daughter, the girl you love. That was easy?"
Bellamy reluctantly met his gaze and clenched his jaw tightly. "People in camp are losing focus. There's a threat outside these walls—"
"The threat's inside the walls. Can't you see that?"
The conversation stopped as someone walked past them. Both Kane and Bellamy shifted uncomfortably as they waited for the girl to walk by and get out of hearing range. Kane continued when she was gone.
"Pike's turning us against each other."
"He's the Chancellor. Have you forgotten that?"
"No. No, I haven't."
"Then do the right thing."
"That's the problem. No matter how I look at it, I am."
"Really? Because the way I see it, Monroe died because of you."
"And now Pike's locked up Sinclair and Alessia! You don't think they'll be the next to die?"
Bellamy looked at Kane with utter confusion. He'd heard what Chancellor Pike said to Sinclair before locking him up. They weren't on the Ark anymore. They wouldn't be killing people for their crimes anymore.
"Of course not. I would never let that happen." To Alessia, especially. Kane shifted forward, his eyes hard and stern.
"Think about where this ends. Half the camp behind bars while the other half starves. People won't stand for it. They'll turn against Pike. But by then, it'll be too late."
Bellamy shook his head. "Pike's got a plan."
"Pike's always got a plan! And it's always the same one. Take the fight to the Grounders, that's what got Monroe killed!"
"You're crossing the line, Kane..."
"No. No, I crossed it." He looked around tentatively. "I asked you here because I hoped you'd join me. It's still not too late to choose the right side."
Bellamy swallowed thickly. He remembered that he was not only talking to the former Commander-in-Chief of the Ark, but also Alessia's father. Alessia, who would never forgive him for this. All he could tell himself was that she would forgive him when she realized that this was the right decision and they had defeated the Grounders and made this land their home as intended. He would restore the peace for them, the right kind of peace. That's the only thing that kept him from listening to Kane because, as much as Marcus believed that going against Pike was for the good of his daughter and the people, Bellamy thought otherwise. He truly believed that standing with Pike was for the good of Alessia and the people. They would have their land again.
"That's exactly what I came here to tell you."
The two stared at each other for a moment until Bellamy turned and walked away, refusing to talk to the traitor any longer. He stormed off in the other direction until he made his way to the control room where Monty was waiting, deep in an obvious melancholy.
"You look like you've been through hell." Bellamy sighed at his friend, who looked up at him with something that nearly resembled anger.
"An hour ago you tricked the girl you love into sleeping with you and then thew her into a cell for it. Are you really going to act like nothing's wrong here?"
"I did what needed to be done. End of discussion." But there was a dark cloud that loomed over Bellamy's head that he dared not mention, for if he did he was sure it would start pouring over him like a monsoon. As a welcome distraction, Bryan walked into the room to interrupt them.
"It's done," he relayed.
"So the bug's in place?" Bellamy clarified, but he couldn't help but notice the bit of melancholy that consumed Bryan's presence as he came further into the room. The rookie sighed.
"It's in his jacket. And I don't think he knows."
Of course, he was referring to the standard-issued bug Bryan had reluctantly placed on Miller in the minutes before coming to Bellamy to confirm that it had been done. He walked over to the table at the back of the room and leaned on it with his head hung to look at his shoes. Bellamy could feel something inside him twinge, but refused to believe it was guilt.
"Good man," he praised.
Bryan lifted his head. "Am I? Is this...is any of this worth lying to someone I love?"
Monty snuck a glance at Bryan from over his shoulder, the thoughts of Alessia's confession over the intercom haunting him. Bellamy, too, could hear the pain in Bryan's voice and knew he was not alone in his doubts, but irregardless attempted to cover up his emotions with the logical answer.
"It is if you're protecting them."
"Unless the person he needs protecting from is me."
Bellamy lowered his eyes, and he knew that Monty was burning a hole through his head as Miller breathed nervously in the corner. The sounds of Alessia's screams echoed in his memory, but there was a voice—Pike's voice—inside his head reassuring him that this was the right thing to do. He was protecting her from herself. One day she would understand that.
"Blake!" a voice shouted, snapping Bellamy out of the internal struggle in his mind. He cleared his throat and straightened as a lower-ranked guard walked into the control room and gestured out the door. "They need you in lockup. Pike said something about Sinclair."
Bellamy nodded immediately and left the room, but not before throwing a caught look to Monty, who was still looking at him with a shameful, yet reserved expression resting upon his features. Blake ignored the look and put the thought furthest out of his mind as he walked in silence to the lockup area. When he arrived, he approached one of the guards manning the gate.
"He says he's ready to talk," the guard informed him, gesturing towards Sinclair behind the heavily guarded gate. With him inside were all the Grounders they had managed to round up, including Lincoln. Bellamy took a deep breath as he saw Alessia in the corner, pacing in the shadows. She was staring right at him, her eyes cutting through him like a sharp knife. He tried to ignore her and went straight up to Sinclair who was just at the fence.
"You have something to say?" Bellamy inquired curtly. Sinclair took a deep breath.
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything."
Sinclair nodded in reluctant cooperation. "Okay. Fine. But I have a condition."
"And that is?"
"I want immunity. I'm the chief engineer and this camp needs me."
Bellamy would be a fool if he couldn't say he knew that was coming. He gave a slow nod. "That's up to Pike, but it shouldn't be a problem. What do you got?"
"So..." Bellamy watched Lincoln stalk forward towards Sinclair with a mean grimace on his face. Sinclair turned around with a frightened look on his features. "The cowards make their deals to save their own skin."
"Quiet," Bellamy barked.
"Can't defeat the army at the gate so you turn on your own? Makes you feel strong?"
"I said be quiet!"
Lincoln stopped directly behind Sinclair, who had turned around at this point to prevent him from provoking Lincoln further.
"I'm not the one who needs to be silenced." He stepped forward as Sinclair took a nervous breath. "You'll tell them nothing."
It happened so suddenly, Bellamy couldn't even stop it if he'd tried. Lincoln lunged forward and grabbed Sinclair by the back of his neck, shoving him to the ground in the corner of the gate and climbing on top of him to beat down on the traitor. Bellamy shouted Lincoln's name, but it was no use. At the rate Lincoln was going, he would kill Sinclair in a moment or two if Bellamy didn't intervene. Immediately, Bellamy turned to one of the guards beside him and gestured for him to unlock the gate so he could get inside.
Again, it had all happened so fast that Bellamy did not see that Sinclair was effortlessly blocking Lincoln's punches, to which Lincoln was faking the intensity of. The second Bellamy opened the door and stepped inside the gate with the crew of guards behind his back to cover him, the fighting stopped, Lincoln shouted, and all of a sudden there were dozens of Grounders fighting off each guard. The extra security they had put at the gate for Alessia tried their best to keep the lockup doors closed, but it was of no avail. The Grounders shoved their way through and, quite literally, all hell broke loose. The guard furthest from the interaction slammed down on the alarm just as a Grounder tackled him to the ground and started to throw his punches.
While the guards were distracted with every imprisoned Grounder fighting them off one by one, Alessia threw a few punches of her own as she slipped out of the lockup gate and into the hallway. She sprinted past all the occupied fighters to race her way down the hall, coming across one or two guards that were on their way to the lockup chamber and knocking them out cold with their own mechanical weapons. She grabbed one of the shock-lashes off of one them, managing to fend off anyone else that got in her way as she made her journey to the Rover in the central station.
Her breathing slowed as she came to a halt just before Chancellor Pike's feet as her and her father stood alone in the central station. Kane looked up at her, his eyes wide.
"What are you doing here?"
"Our last resort," she managed to choke out through her heavy breathing. "Couldn't let you do it alone."
Kane wanted to argue, but there wasn't any time. He and Alessia moved forward quickly and picked up Pike's body together, lifting him into the back of the Rover and zip-tying his hands and feet together. As they did so, they heard Harper's voice over the radio.
"It worked. We're clear. The guards have their hands full."
"Is the gate open?" Kane asked.
"Waiting on you," Miller replied just as Kane and Alessia shut the door to the back of the Rover and headed around the front to climb into the seats. "Cargo locked and loaded?"
"Affirmative. On the move."
Kane and Alessia jumped into the front of the Rover and immediately took off. Once inside, Alessia let out a deep breath, but she knew there wasn't a wave of relief to come over her yet.
"Drive faster, Dad," Alessia muttered under her breath as she drummed her fingers on the side of the door, her toes curling as Kane floored it towards the front gate. But as they quickly approached, Kane and Alessia watched as Bellamy and a few other guards stepped out in front of the gate in their immediate path. Alessia straightened in her seat as her father slammed on the breaks, a few meters away from Bellamy and his gun pointed at them through the barred windshield.
"Get the hell out of the way, Bellamy!" Kane shouted to Blake, but the young guard just stood there with his gun cocked and a stern, stubborn look on his face. It was in that moment that Alessia realized that there was no going back. Bellamy had made his decision, and now she made hers.
"Go," Alessia said to her father, her eyes staring into Bellamy's through the barred windshield. Her father looked over at her, confused, but she didn't dare break eye contract with the man in front of her. "He'll get a few shots, but you'll run him down before he gets any good ones."
Kane gasped. "Alessia—"
"I said GO!" she shouted angrily, snapping her head over to look at Marcus with a wild, cold look in her eye. Kane realized in that moment that she was a hundred percent serious. She wanted him to run Bellamy over.
"I'll kill him."
"I don't care," she replied. Never before had Kane seen such coldness in his daughter's eyes, and whatever happened for her to get locked up earlier he didn't think he wanted to know. She shook her head. "We don't have time for this. Go. If you don't go, Pike will live and this war will continue. We can't let that happen, Dad, please."
"Alessia, this isn't what you want—"
"Yes, it is! I told you I don't care! Run him over. Now!" Her voice was so loud Kane was fairly certain Bellamy could hear it from outside. Behind them, Pike groggily rolled his head over to look at the father-daughter duo with a quiet, tired laugh.
"Should've killed me yourself," he mocked.
"Damn it, go!" Alessia urged her father again, ignoring their prisoner in the back. But when Kane looked up and saw Bellamy in front of him, he knew he just couldn't do it. Despite the fact that he knew Alessia still loved Bellamy—no matter what had happened between them in the past twenty-four hours—he couldn't bring himself to do it. He shut off the engine and put his hands at his side as the guards surrounded them.
It was in that moment—the moment where her father shut off the engine and willingly got out of the Rover and surrendered himself to the guards—that Alessia realized, for better or worse, Commander Kane was no longer.
"As you know, the terms of martial law and of the Exodus Charter give me both latitude and ultimate authority in determining your punishment," Pike informed the prisoner that sat before him, his captor Marcus Kane.
Marcus sat alone at the table a few feet from Pike, his hands tied behind his back with several guards spaced out around the room in case of another failed attempt on the Chancellor's life. Bellamy stood in the corner, deep in thought and nothing but troubled about the current situation. Nothing felt right to him anymore.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Pike prompted Kane. The prisoner took the opportunity to look up and speak in a soft voice.
"I admire your adherence to the rule of law—I really do—but these are times when we have to look beyond the rules. To realize they were established to serve the world of the past, not of the future. I beg you one last time to see the world as it is, not as it was or as you want it to be."
"And I hope you believe that if I thought for one minute that turning myself over to the enemy would secure the safety of our people, I would do it." The Chancellor stepped forward cautiously to lean on the table in front of the prisoner in an attempt to look him in the eye for his crime. "But only a deluded man would believe that. And only a guilty man would try and tell him so."
"Do what you want with me, but do not punish my daughter for this. I take full responsibility." Kane confessed as the Chancellor turned around and returned to his previous position, standing a few feet from the table with his shoulders squared and steps echoing throughout the room. He took a moment to consider Kane's words, and then spoke.
"Marcus Kane, for the crimes of treason, kidnapping, and attempted murder, I hereby sentence you to death." Pike paused. "As for your daughter, she will be banished from camp never to return again. If she does, she'll suffer the same fate." He nodded to the guards next to the prisoner. "Take him."
Bellamy took a half-step forward and watched as Kane was forced out of his chair to a standing position. Marcus, who had previously been avoiding the young guard's gaze, suddenly turned and focused his attention on Bellamy and only Bellamy. His eyes, just as Alessia's, were like knives cutting through his skin. Bellamy felt himself tremble as he looked into the eyes of a man sentenced to death, the father of the girl he loved. In that moment, Bellamy had never felt such fear of death.
Unable to bear it any longer, Bellamy turned his back as Kane was escorted out of the room and to lockup. When he was gone, Bellamy turned his head and looked at Pike with a shaking voice.
"Sir, are we really killing our own people now?"
Pike stepped forward slowly, an incredulous look on his face. Bellamy felt the tears threatening his eyes. "We're at war. Crimes against our leadership can't be tolerated."
Bellamy almost scoffed in disgust. "So Kane dies to be an example?"
Pike turned and gestured towards the door that Kane left, angrily walking away from Bellamy. "Kane's actions put this whole camp—everyone's lives—at risk today! He cost us lives in his misguided zeal to appease our enemy, people you knew! Your friends died because of him and Alessia. Am I making him an example? You're damn right. And I hope his execution makes it clear once and for all where people's allegiances need to lie." Pike stared right through Bellamy, his eyes burning a hole in his head with intensity. The Chancellor's demanding voice now became belittling. "Do you understand that?"
In that moment, Bellamy realized he didn't really have much of a choice in the matter. It was understand or die, it seemed. But he couldn't say that he did, so he just nodded, to which Pike clapped a hand on his shoulder and praised him.
"You're dismissed," said the Chancellor, to which Bellamy realized he was no longer wanted in the room. Without taking a single breath, Bellamy brushed past Chancellor Pike and walked into the hallway, a new resolve in his mind. Monty was waiting for him with his arms crossed over his chest, a concerned look upon his features. Monty knew something was off the second Bellamy stood next to him. In a thirty-second recap, Bellamy told Monty just exactly what the punishment was for Alessia and her father—banishment and execution. A horrified look came upon Monty's features as he stared at the ground.
"What about Miller and Harper?"
Bellamy turned and placed his hands on his hips, clearly in distress. Before he could say anything, Monty's mother stepped out from the interrogation room with a smile on her face directed towards her son and the young guard beside him.
"Nicely done today. I'm proud of both of you," she praised. Monty turned to Bellamy as if he were waiting for him to respond, but instead turned to his mom and thanked her for them both. Bellamy stood silent with his hands on his hips in contemplation. He could tell Hannah was becoming suspicious as she asked a burning question. "Were you able to identify anyone Kane and his daughter were working with?"
"No," Bellamy said quickly. It was the first lie he'd told since joining Pike. He looked up at Hannah to find her looking at him suspiciously, but he maintained his ground. Monty shook his head in agreement, causing Hannah to back off a bit.
"Let's hope today's actions make it clear to the people of Arkadia which side they should be on." Bellamy and Monty nodded, saying nothing. She still looked at them with suspicion looming over her head. "It's really not that hard choosing what's best for your people, is it?"
Bellamy blinked indifferently. "No. I do it every day."
Hannah stared at him intensely, searching for any sign of reluctance in his eyes. Yet Bellamy had learned from Alessia how to maintain his blank expression, courtesy of Commander Kane. When Hannah realized how impossible it was to read Bellamy's features, she nodded and walked off. Bellamy looked after her with resolve.
He was going to do what was best for his people. He was going to save Kane and Alessia and defeat Pike once and for all.
The guards escorted Kane back to lockup, where the bruised and battered Grounders all looked up in utter silence and watched as the guards led their chained savior into the lockup. No one spoke. No one breathed. The guards let Kane walk free and on his own accord into the crowded lockup as they all stared. He stared right back as the gate slammed behind him.
Alessia was the only one who moved. She walked forward slowly to face her father, who did nothing but look at her with the blank expression she had been taught to mask herself with so well. She stopped when they were just a step apart. That blank expression said it all. He didn't need to say a single word for her to realize what was going to happen to him.
A cold look crossed her features one moment. He could see a flicker of emotion in her eyes—fear, anger, sadness, hatred. All of them flashed at once, and then they were all erased. The emotions were replaced with inevitable tears that washed over her like a monsoon. The prisoners watched as the great Alessia Kane fell to the ground at the feet of her father and wept, but not of sadness. It was that range of emotions—fear, anger, sadness, hatred. They all came rushing out at once. Her father knelt down to the ground and wrapped his arms around his daughter and held her as long as he needed to—as long as he could.
Hey everyone! So it's been a while, huh?! Apologies for the long wait you guys had this chapter, but I hope it was worth the wait. I had some spare time tonight and believe it or not I've been working on this for a couple months now so I finally managed to finish it.
Before anyone asks about any of my other stories, it's pretty much the same as this one: I'm working on each chapter slowly but surely. I'm not sure when I'll update the others and I don't mean to give preference but when I have the urge to write something, I don't really give much thought on what I last updated. I will get to the others when possible but I gotta tell you law school is kicking my butt :P Hopefully it will be soon, thought!
Hope you guys are ready for The 100 Season 5! I know I am!
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