Trojan Horse

Raven:

I took a bite out of the bread. My mouth watered from the burst of flavor sending a wave down my jaw. I had been so stressed these past few days because of Clarke that I hadn't noticed I hadn't eaten much. It was a relief to know she was okay, that she could get better.

The door slammed open, Jackson rushed through scanning the room quickly. There was a worried look on his face, he almost looked scared. He shook the look away, standing tall in front of the doorway. He folded his arms in front of him staring at around the room. "Everyone's gotten back to work, so should all of you." He nodded towards the door, his arms crossed. "Emori I need your help with managing the medical inventory." Emori pressed a kiss to Murphy's cheek before standing up and making her way towards the door. "Echo, Kane and Indra need your help with training." Echo stood up making her way towards the door, but turning once to look back at Bellamy as she left. It's been hard for her since she came down. Especially with everything between Bellamy and Clarke, she's been distant from everyone. I don't blame her though. Jackson turned towards me, the fear back in his eyes. "Raven, they need you upstairs to check the systems. Security is down in the prison cells."

I felt all the blood leave my body as I jumped up pushing past him and out of the door. As I began running up the stairs towards the control room I could hear Monty close behind me. "I'll reboot the system, you check the prison block cameras." Monty placed a hand in the small of my back pushing me through the door of the control room in silence.

I nearly fell into the stool beside the control panel instantly punching in the system codes. Once I was into the system I saw a glitch. It looked like someone had accessed the database from an outside source. I tried to fight against the firewall, but it was strong. The systems were remotely accessed from somewhere within the ship.

A gasp slipped from Monty's lips, his eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. "They're loose in the prison block." A wrinkle formed between his eyebrows, his jaw clenched tightly. "The cell gates all are open, but the doors are sealed."

I scanned the chaos unfolding on the screens displayed in front of Monty. Some prisoners were breaking down the cells and making weapons of the pieces, some were yelling and screaming, and some were crying in the corners of the prison block. Right outside both doors stood a large group of armed guards.

"Someone remotely accessed the control system. They added firewalls, it'll take some time to get through to break down this glitch." Monty leaned down against the panel trying to break through the system. When he realized he couldn't get through he slammed his fist into the table. "Radio everyone, we need to get this under control before it's too late." He nodded, picking up the radio and turning towards the door but before he was out of reach I grabbed his wrist pulling him back. "And don't let Bellamy, Clarke, or Octavia find out." He looked at me a questionable look on his face. "They need the rest and we don't need them getting hurt anymore. Send guards up to guard them. I want people inside and outside at all times."

Monty nodded making his way out in silence. As he left I felt the weight of the world fall back onto my shoulders. Pressing the palms of my hands against the cold metal of the control panel I hung my head low, trying to get a grip of reality. What would Clarke do? What would Bellamy do? Hell, what would Octavia do? Octavia would prepare the guard to sweep the prison deck, but that could be dangerous. The prisoners are now armed, and I don't want to put our people through any more than they'd already been through. Bellamy would guard all possible exits and prepare for an escape, with a full surveillance of the prison deck. Clarke. I don't know what Clarke would do.

This isn't on me. I'm not in charge, but I can help. I sat back down and started logging the keystrokes that had been used remotely. I'm not going to let these people get away with this. If there was anyone who could out-hack a hacker, it's me. This firewall has to have some source of vulnerability. The door burst open, Madi came running in. Kane walked in close behind her.

"What do we have?" Kane stood behind me, his eyes running along all the computer screens in front of me. Madi took a seat beside me, staring up at the security cameras. She carefully watching as the chaos in the prison deck slowly escalated. People were beginning to hit the doors, trying to break them down. Some people had even stooped low enough to fight each other.

"Someone hacked the system remotely and opened all the cell doors, but they couldn't break through the block doors." Kane stood beside Madi, his hand running along the screens counting each person. "We can't just rush in there and put them back in cells. They've got the advantage and from what I've seen a lot of them are armed with weapons now."

"Weapons? Where'd they get weapons?" Kane's voice was caustic. There was a distinct anger in his tone. He shut his eyes temporarily regaining himself. Once he opened his eyes they were still burning but were much calmer. "What are we going to do?"

"Do we still have knock out gas?" Madi's eyes were focused on the screen, as she mumbled. She pointed at the top of the screen at some vents up at the high ceilings. "If we have knock out gas we can drop it from the vents and then attack."

"We only have a few cans, not nearly enough to knock out all of them," Kane responded. His eyes carefully watching Madi. She was right, if we had knock out gas it would be an easy fix as long as I broke through the systems.

"But lucky for you, we have a great chemist who could replicate the gas." Monty walked into the room, setting the radio down beside me. He wrapped his arm around Madi, rubbing her shoulder with the palm of his hand. "Our commander here knows what she's talking about."

"It just feels like something Clarke would come up with." She tilted her head to the side leaning her head against Monty's shoulder. Clarke really did good things for this girl. She's made her an amazing person and an even better leader. But I guess I wouldn't expect anything less from her.

"That's because it's something I would come up with." Clarke was being rolled in by Abby, followed by Bellamy being brought in by Jackson. Abby pushed her up towards us. I glared at Monty who responded with a simple shrug. "Come here my little natblida." Abby and Jackson quickly slipped back out the door. They probably had a lot of work to do up in medical since the hunting parties were rushed back from their trip.

Madi rushed over wrapping her arms around Clarke's neck. She squeezed her eyes shut, a large smile on her face as she rested her chin on Clarke's shoulder. "You remember," she sobbed into her shoulder. Clarke rested her hand on the back of her head, a tear slipping down her cheek.

Bellamy sat beside them a proud smile on his face. "How could I forget you?" She pressed a kiss to Madi's temple before pulling away. Clarke quickly scanned the room looking around at the security screens. "Monty, we need you to make some more knock out gas. Raven get to cracking the code on this firewall." Monty quickly slipped out of the door immediately. I sat down trying various techniques to break through the firewall. Clarke turned towards Kane, her eyes carefully knit together, a hard look on her face. "Octavia wants to be here, but since she can't sit properly she has to stay in medical."

"What do we do until Monty makes the gas?" Kane stood in front of Clarke a puzzled look in his eyes. "What if they break out? They have weapons and I don't want any more causalities."

Bellamy cleared his throat. "We will create a blockade around all possible exits. Guards will set up posts outside of the blockades. I want all weapons hot down there. Do a full sweep of the ship. We can't have them slipping through any more hidden tunnels."

This was all getting to be so much. Who would have known that these prisoners would be so resourceful? I continued to code in silence. I just can't do this. I'm a mechanic. I can't code anymore. Ever since I lost Allie I feel useless. I need her. I need Sinclair. I let out a deep breath, ignoring everything else around me as I sat there staring at the screens in front of me.

A trojan horse. I need to send a trojan horse to infect the system. If this works I can get in through the back door. I quickly set up the malware, ready to send it in as soon as possible. The chaos only further motivating me to work faster. I looked up towards Clarke, she immediately stopped talking mid-sentence turning her attention towards me. "I think I've got it." She reassured me with a nod. Sending in the malware a series of data began transmitting, codes filling the screens. Immediately began looking for the backdoor. My codes countered this hacker, the glitch had now disappeared and the only thing I had to do with shut down the firewall. After a few minutes I found the switch to shut everything down and reboot.

The system began to reboot, and I felt the weight lift off my shoulders. A sigh of relief slipped from my lips as I rested my face in my hands, running my hands over my head. The system would be okay, our people would be okay, Clarke was okay. I did this. I squeezed my eyes shut, the image of Sinclair standing in Allie's lab flickering through my head. His words echoing in my head, "You did this, Reyes, not me, not her." My entire body relaxed as I let the tension leave my body.

I turned towards Clarke, a relieved look in her eyes as she watched me stand up. "It's done. We just need that gas and we can get everything back under control. The control system was accessed by someone in the prisoner deck. Either Bishop has someone in our guard or they got access to the system."

Clarke, Bellamy, Madi, and Kane all went off on a tangent about what needed to be done and how we would approach such a situation, but I couldn't hear anything over the ringing in my ears. A pressure built up within me. I felt a darkness taking over my body, all my limbs falling very weak as I stood up against the control panel for support. But soon the darkness overpowered me and the last thing I remembered was my body giving out from beneath me.

Clarke:

I turned back towards Kane, Bellamy, and Madi each of their faces filled with relief. "Since Raven took down their systems Kane you should start the sweep. Make sure our people are safe." How could they have been so careless? After everything that has happened you would think they'd want to keep tighter security, but this was no time to argue about that. That is a conversation we'd need to save for later when we're in the clear.

"Azuma, Echo, and Indra are all running their units throughout the ship. Our people will be safe. But we can't push back these executions anymore. These prisoners are just wasting our time. We should be preparing for the winter." Kane's tone was authoritative. He's right. The further we let this go the more time we'll waste. We can't let lose any more people. If we don't get things ready for winter, we won't survive. At least not all of us.

"You're right. Once this is all under control we'll have a meeting in medical. We'll decide how to start these executions." Everyone nodded in agreement. Just as I turned my head towards Raven to see what she was doing I saw her body collapse, immediately hitting the floor. "Raven," I yelled. Kane and Madi both rushed to her side, exchanging concerned looks. "Check her pulse."

Before Kane could Madi pressed her fingers to Raven's carotid carefully watching her chest rise and fall. "Her pulse is a little weak, but she seems fine." She pressed the back of her hand to her forehead. "She's a little feverish." Madi remained calm, but the concern was clear in Kane's eyes as he stared back and forth from Raven to me.

"Are her muscles tense? Is her skin dry?" Raven had barely taken a bite out of bread after I told her to, she looked weak. She could be sleep deprived and dehydrate on top of not having eaten much. I hope that's all this is. She's really tortured herself over all of this.

Madi began to press her hands into Raven's arms and legs tightly wrapping her arms around her. "Her muscles are tense. What does that mean?" Madi rubbed her hand along her skin. She opened held open Raven's eye. "Her skin is dry, and her pupils are dilated." She slowly looked back and forth from Raven to me. "She hasn't been eating or drinking and she's barely slept. Is that why she fainted?"

"Radio my mom. She's going to need intravenous fluids to rehydrate her body and at least a few hours of sleep." Kane immediately stood up making his way out of the door to radio someone from medical to get her. "Madi hold her head in your lap."

She lifted Raven's head carefully placing her legs beneath her head for support. She began running her hands along her forehead, gently caressing her face and pushing the hair out of her face. Just then Murphy burst through the door dropping to his knees beside Raven, a tear slipping down his cheek as he stared down at her. "What happened?"

Madi placed her hand on his knee, softly rubbing circles into it with the pad of her thumb. "She'll be okay. Just some dehydration and sleep deprivation," she whispered. Her tone was so gentle it was like she thought he was going to break at the sound of her voice. But she understood Murphy in a way that only Emori had ever known. Murphy's eyes met Madi's and the grief shifted to relief.

Bellamy placed his hand at the base of the back of my neck, softly massaging it with the tips of his fingers. His jaw was clenched tightly, a concerned look in his eyes. 'It'll be okay,' he blinked. He fingers rubbed circles into the back of my neck, it had become his way of comforting me. I leaned my head back into his hand taking in the situation at hand. I tilted my head towards him. 'I know,' I blinked back.

Soon some guard trainees walked in. Luke and Jones. Jones was tall and slim. He had sharp topaz eyes that stood out among his smooth, amber skin and his scruffy, dark brown hair. I think Jones would make a better member of farm station like the rest of his family, but he wanted to be different and we respected that. Luke, on the other hand, had tan, opal skin. He was tall and lean. He had short, dirty blonde hair and deep green eyes. He looked nervous, looking around the room at everything but Bellamy and me.

He and Jones both stood in the doorway, their hands placed on a gurney held in front of them. "We're uh…we're here to take Raven up to medical." Luke looked down at from Raven to Madi, but once Madi caught his eyes he looked away. Sweat beaded up across his forehead.

I looked back and forth from Madi to Luke, there was an awkwardness between them. But I simply nodded allowing them to take Raven from Madi's lap.

They set the gurney on the floor beside her limp body. Luke carefully placed his hands beneath Raven supporting her head against his chest. Jones got down on one knee ready to pick up Raven by her ankles when Murphy leaned forward smacking him out of the way. "You can't just pick her up like that. She's got a bad leg." He leaned beside her cradling both her legs in his arms helping Luke pick her up and place her on the gurney. Once she was on the gurney he moved out of the way.

Jones stood up brushing off Murphy. Murphy stood in the corner carefully watching them pick up the gurney. There was an anger in his face, burning in his eyes. His nostrils flared as he watched them carry her out.

As soon as the door closed the cackle of the radio stole everyone's attention. The sound of Monty's voice echoing throughout the room. "Raven. Raven, are you there?" His voice was shaken up.

Madi quickly stood up snatching the radio from the control panel. "It's me. What's wrong?" Her face hardened as she stared at the radio.

"We can't make the knock out gas. We don't have enough methyl propyl ether to put it together. We've only got one can and that's not enough to take all of them out," his voice was lower, sadder.

Without the knock out gas, we'd be hopeless. The room is small enough and it's possible that if we use all the gas we can take out at least half of their people, but it's still a risk. Bellamy quietly sat there, his hand running along the stubble on his chin.

"Tell him to bring the gas." Madi did as she was told, but Bellamy remained focused on the floor in front of him. He turned his head towards me, his eyebrows knit closely together. "The sleeping gas won't take out all of them, but it will take out most of them." That's true, if even half of their people are out we can easily take down the rest. "The gas will impair them long enough for us to lock them back up. For the people that aren't affected by the gas won't see us coming if we fill up the entire prison deck with gas."

I couldn't hold back the smile on my face. Bellamy had really developed as a leader. "You're right." He slightly smirked, proud of himself.

"That's something I thought I'd never hear," Murphy mumbled from the corner of the room, a sarcastic smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes ignoring his comment before leaning back into the other side of the wheelchair. My entire body began throbbing from the pain of sitting up for too long, but I just need to fight through it. There are more important things than me being in pain right now.

"Me too," Bellamy laughed. I proceeded to hit him in the chest, but he caught my hand pulling it up to his lips pressing gently kisses to the back of my hand. I tightened my grip around his hand giving him a soft squeeze. "Let's get you back up to medical, you need to get some rest, Princess."

"And before you say that you don't have time to rest right now, let me tell you Madi does the job better than both of you." Murphy flashed a quick smile to Madi who was quietly standing in front of the computer, her eyes focused on the prisoners. There was a comfort in knowing that everyone loved her and respected her. She didn't have to deal with people looking down on her because of her age. "I'll call Luke and Jones back down to get you."

"I guess you don't need me anymore." I held out my hand for Madi and she quickly stepped forward taking it. She kneeled in front of me, fixing her beanie with her free hand. I reached forward placing the hair in her face back behind her ear.

She placed another hand on mine. "I'll always need you." She stood up pressing a kiss to my head. She'd matured so much in such little time. But I guess that's what the ground does to you. When it was just us two we didn't have much to worry about, but now. Now it was different. Now we had so many other people to worry about. "But you can't help me when you're like this." She gestured to the wheelchair a sad look in her eyes. "You need to get some rest." She turned towards Bellamy placing a hand on his shoulder. "And you too."

Luke and Jones walked through the door. Immediately Madi moved out of the way, standing beside Murphy. What had gotten into this girl? Why was she so weird when these two were around? Did they do something to her? I felt my blood boil, but she won't tell me something like that right now. She's been walking on eggshells around me and it feels weird. She's always told me everything, now it just feels like I'm out of the loop.

Once Luke and Jones pushed Bellamy out of the hallway we were greeted by a hallway filled with members of the guard. We were lucky to have so many people amongst Wonkru willing to fight. Each guard stood on either side of a room their eyes focused ahead until they saw Bellamy and I make our way by. We were greeted by various nods and waves.

As soon as we made it back into our room Luke and Jones both helped get me back into bed, but Bellamy was too stubborn to let anyone help him. He stood up on his own and fell into bed beside me. A loud groan slipping through his lips as he lied his head back. The boys quickly left as soon as we were both lying down. Octavia was asleep in the corner of the room.

I shifted my body closer to Bellamy, he instantly placed his arm under my head wrapping me up in a tight embrace letting out a deep sigh. I tilted my head back to look at him. "Do you think Luke did anything to Madi?" His entire body tensed as he stared down at me. He was damn near ready to jump up and rip their throats out. Protective Bellamy mode was back. "I mean did you see the way Madi acted when they walked in the room? Luke couldn't look at her and she couldn't look at Luke. Do you think something happened between them? Do you think he did something to her? But she would tell me, right?"

Bellamy lied his head back staring up at the ceiling. "I think anyone and everyone in this camp knows not to mess with Madi. I'll personally gut anyone that tries to touch her." I let out a heavy laugh. Bellamy angrily stared down at me. "I'm serious. If anyone touches a single hair on her head, I'll have their head."

"Bellamy, she's 14. Luke isn't that much older than her." He looked back at me, a dazed look on his face. "Think about it."

"Oh no. She's too young. He's like 18. No way." He shook his head aggressively, a strong tension in his body.

I rolled my eyes hitting him in the chest. "You are such a hypocrite. Madi is 14 and Luke is 18. You're 29 and I'm 24." I continued laughing at him. He pinched my side to stop me, but I couldn't stop. "In case you forgot how you were when you came down here, I don't think you have much room to talk."

"I am her dad. I have plenty of room to talk. I will gut that boy if he thinks he can like my daughter. I don't care." He took his arm out from underneath my head, folding it in front of his chest. I stared at him, my jaw hung low. But he just closed his eyes tightly. "I know you're staring at me, but no. I don't care."

"It's just a theory anyway. She'll tell me when she's ready. But I don't know why you think you'd get to hurt him if he did anything stupid with our daughter." He tilted his head towards me, his eyes running along the curves on my face. "Sure, people fear you, but Luke couldn't even look me in the eyes. He stared right into yours."

He scoffed rolling his eyes as he leaned closer to me, his face inches away from mine. There was a slight tension between us, but it was hot. Overwhelmingly hot. He even closer, his lips brushing against the base of my ear. "They just don't know you like I do." I could feel his mouth inches away from my ear, his tongue running along his bottom lip. My body was on fire. His hand wrapped around my back beneath my shirt. His finger ran along my spine. "I know every strength. Every weakness," he whispered softly. The heat from his mouth sending goosebumps across my skin. Once he reached the small of my back he tightened his grip around my waist, his thumb carefully placed on the curve of my hip that instantly sent my stomach in knots.

I leaned closer, pressing kisses from the base of his neck up until his jawline. Once I reached his soft spot behind his ear, a light moan slipped from his lips. "Two can play at this game," I whispered before pressing a kiss behind his ear, earning me a groan. I cracked my mouth open sucking in his skin to leave my mark. He snaked his other hand around my waist pressing himself into me. I tilted my face closer, so my face was hovering right above his. A distance so close we could feel the electricity burning between us. Now it was just a matter of who would give in first.

He began to squeeze the curves in my waist, my stomach knotting even more than before. I ran my hands beneath his shirt, digging my nails into his shoulders just hard enough to leave a mark. I ran my nails down his back and to his waist. Our eyes were focused on one another, neither of us willing to lose. I licked my bottom lip, slowly bringing my teeth down to bite it. My hands slipped beneath the edges of his waistband around his hips, my fingers teasingly running along his sides. That's when he gave in, pressing his lips against mine. The passion and desire poured out of his mouth, every part of him pressed into me but that wasn't close enough.

He began to slip his hands underneath my waistband his hands reaching back beneath me, our lips magnetically held together as our hands moved around. We were so distracted we didn't notice my mom walking in, pushing Raven's bed beside Octavia until the door slammed behind her. We immediately pulled away, Bellamy protectively pulled the covers from my chest all the way up to my chin. A rosy tone rising in his cheeks.

"Glad to see you guys are doing better," she laughed. Her eyes were focused on the tablet in front of her. "Don't mind me, I was just leaving."

"How's Raven?" My mom turned back a disappointed look in her eyes. "Is it bad?"

"No. She'll be fine. She needs a few hours of sleep and lots of fluids. I just feel like this is my fault. Had I not been so hard on her about the clot she would have taken better care of herself." She ducked her head staring at Raven through her eyelashes.

I could feel Bellamy's body tense as he stared at her. "It's not your fault. All that matters now is that she'll be okay." My mom looked back at Bellamy, a weak smile on her face.

"You two get some rest." She raised her eyebrows and tilted her head to the side. Bellamy and I exchanged a look, bursting into laughter. She shook her head, disappointed. "I've got patients to see," she responded swiftly making her way out the door.

I lied my head back on Bellamy's arm, staring up at the ceiling. Bellamy leaned over pressing a kiss to my temple. He buried his head into the crook of my neck, placing a gentle kiss. "She's right. We need to get some rest." He placed another kiss to my collarbone. "We can continue this when we get a room of our own."

I leaned down pressing a kiss to Bellamy's lips before lying my head back. Bellamy laid his head on my chest, on arm draped over me and another placed underneath my head. I wrapped my arms around him, my fingers running through his hair. It was hard to believe that there was a crisis outside and all of us were lying in here completely uninvolved. Sure, I wanted a break but not like this. I stared down at Bellamy's sleeping face on my chest. Maybe right now this is all we can do for our people. I ran my finger along the stubble that had grown across Bellamy's chin, the ends tickling the tips of my fingers. Everything's become so chaotic. Octavia was hurt, Raven was unconscious, Bellamy and I are hurt. But at least we're okay. At least I didn't lose him again.