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Title was inspired by the song "Be Together" by Major Lazer.

Day 1

"Is the ship back yet?" Miller asked. His head still throbbed from the toxin – 'the blood of Sanctum' - he'd been forced to ingest.

"No sign," Bellamy answered, his voice steady and controlled. "It's taking Clarke longer than I'd thought."

The general pandemonium on Sanctum was a blessing in disguise for Bellamy and Miller right now. Anything was better than worrying about what was happening on the Eligius and wondering why the ship hadn't returned yet.

As Miller slowly recovered his senses, Bellamy focused on getting Sanctum out of chaos and into some functioning order. Octavia and Gabriel had trenchantly observed the fact that people simply couldn't cast off a lifetime's worth of beliefs – not when doing so would render their own lives meaningless. Thus, in an attempt to keep Sanctum from falling further into bedlam, Bellamy created a plan. Murphy and Emori would continue their masquerade as Daniel and Kaylee Prime. The two "Primes" would establish order until a better plan, and better system of governance, could be created.

"How will we know when the ship gets back?" Miller asked, rubbing the back of his neck. "We can't just keep looking up at the sky every two minutes." Miller had, indeed, been doing just that ever since he had regained consciousness.

"They don't have any other equipment here to track that sort of thing. It's not like starships landed here every day. Maybe Raven can – " Bellamy stopped abruptly. Raven had been abducted by Russell too.

Bellamy once again mentally ran through the names. Clarke, Madi, Raven, Jackson, and Gaia – taken by Russell, to the Eligius. Indra and Niylah had already been aboard the ship and presumably were still there.

That left Octavia, Echo, Murphy, Emori, Miller, and Jordan here on Sanctum with Bellamy. Along with a couple hundred scared, confused, and angry citizens of Sanctum and Children of Gabriel.

And as Murphy and Emori had witnessed, Abby had been killed by Russell to serve as a host for his wife. Bellamy winced at the thought of Abby's death. Clarke would be crushed. True, he knew that Clarke could endure almost anything, but that wouldn't keep this from being another heart-wrenching loss for her. He wished he could hug her, put his arms around her, reassure her….

And he needed to talk to her too! Things changed once he gave the life-giving CPR, and they had so much to discuss. A backlog of six years' worth of things to go over, and all the events on Sanctum to process now too.

Bellamy forced himself to reign in his thoughts. He needed to focus on getting Sanctum out of chaos. Murphy and Emori would need more coaching on how to act like leaders. Miller was recovering from the toxin and Bellamy could tell that his old friend was one step away from a breakdown given that Jackson was among the abducted. On top of it all, Jordan still seemed disoriented and upset.

The one saving grace, Bellamy knew, was the fact that he and his sister were back on civil terms. She said all the right things and he wanted to believe them. He would try to find the right mix of trusting her while not entirely letting his guard down.

But Clarke….what was taking her so long? When would she be back? How would he console her?

Day 2

Bellamy decided to shower. He drew the shower out for as long as he could, telling himself to slow down and that he should at least try to enjoy the warm water and the creamy soap. He hadn't been able to sleep, but at least taking a shower forced him to go inside his cabin. Inside where he couldn't spend half the day looking up at the sky and waiting for the ship.

As he slowly lathered up, Bellamy told himself that the Eligius might be landing right now. Maybe someone – probably Miller – was looking up and blinking as he spotted the approaching vessel. He was probably howling with happiness. As soon as I'm toweled off and dressed, Bellamy told himself, Miller will come rushing to me with the good news. If I just wait and take my time, once I open that door, I'll finally hear the news I've wanted to hear.

When he could wait no longer, Bellamy slowly dried himself off and reached for clean clothing. He brushed his teeth. He combed his hair. And finally, he exited his cabin.

Miller was, indeed, standing nearby with his head tilted towards the heavens.

"Anything?" Bellamy asked. His hopes, however, had already began to deflate. Surely Miller wouldn't look so miserable if there were any sign of the ship.

Miller shook his head.

"Look," Bellamy began, reaching a hand to touch Miller's shoulder. "Clarke's there with him. And Madi and Raven and Indra. They'll figure something out. They always do. Jackson couldn't be with a smarter or tougher team. They're probably overpowering Russell right now."

"Yeah," Miller said, looking down.

"Well, I'd better get going. Governing Sanctum is easier said than done. Murphy needs help going through a stack of papers. And I gotta find a way to get him to just sit through a meeting."

"Sounds like fun."

"Hey, if you get a chance, talk to Jordan today, okay?" Bellamy asked softly, stepping closer to Miller "He needs some help. His parents always liked you, so I think he'd listen to you. And…you know, it would take your mind off of Jackson."

Miller nodded and then gave a quick pat on Bellamy's back. "That's a good idea. Thank you."

Day 3

"Bell, come on," Echo murmured. "Try to settle down and get some sleep."

Another night of tossing and turning. It had been like this on the ring too, though back then Bellamy had had a bed to himself for the first three years. No matter what position he took, Bellamy could no more get comfortable than he could turn his mind off. What had happened to Clarke? Had Russell detected her ruse and shot her? Was her masquerade still working but something else was keeping them away? Madi was a mess thanks to Sheidheda, so maybe that was the problem. Raven knew the ship in and out, and Indra knew how to lead an army. Russell should have gone down by now. Unless something had happened to Clarke….

His thoughts continued on. Bellamy listened to Echo's breathing and determined that she had fallen back asleep. Gently so as not to disturb her, he sat up, slipped his shoes on, and headed outside.

Their cabin boasted a tiny porch, and Bellamy eased himself down to sit upon the top step. Although he wasn't in the mood to appreciate any pleasures right now, he had to admit that the fresh air felt good. It was cleaner than anything he'd breathed on the Ark or the ring – and the air on earth post-Praimfaya had always had a strange tang to it, at least to Bellamy's nose. He forced himself to breath in and out. He had clean air and a place to stay and some of his family.

But not Clarke.

Hearing footsteps, Bellamy tensed. The familiar outline of Nathan Miller soon appeared. As Miller got closer, Bellamy could see that he was holding a glass in each hand.

"Mind if I join you?" Miller asked.

"Why so formal? Just sit down," Bellamy smiled.

Miller handed him a glass as he settled next to Bellamy. "It's called port," he explained. "It's not bad."

"So you can't sleep either," Bellamy observed, taking a sip.

"All those years in the bunker, I shared a bed with Jackson. The bed was half the size of the one inside my cabin back there - we barely fit. We had to spoon and we couldn't really move once we got inside, but we made it work. I can't fall asleep without him next to me. I feel lost in that huge bed."

Bellamy debated what to say next. He had the opposite reaction to his bed now, feeling suffocated lying next to Echo. But even more urgently, he despised the thought that he had never, ever shared a bed with Clarke and he couldn't imagine going to his grave without having had the chance to spoon against her. He felt a painful soreness and loss inside. And then there was the guilt over the fact that he was having these thoughts at all when he and Echo were still officially together.

Miller saw his grimace and asked, "What?"

Bellamy swallowed another sip. "The drink's a bit sweeter than I thought it'd be." He then went quiet.

Miller knew Bellamy better than that, so he tried again.

"I've been avoiding Octavia," Miller began. "It's weird because she's not my leader anymore. I don't know what she is."

Bellamy nodded. "I've been avoiding her too."

Miller turned his head towards Bellamy. "Is she the only person you're avoiding?"

Bellamy took another swig. He'd hardly ever drank much alcohol during his lifetime other than the swill that Jasper used to make. He felt a not-unpleasant fullness tapping against the back of his head. "What do you mean?"

Miller glanced behind them at the door to Bellamy and Echo's cabin. "How are things with Echo?" he asked, proving that alcohol does indeed lower inhibitions.

Bellamy sighed. "All I can think of is Clarke. Okay?" He took a breath. "We went through so much right before she was taken. I almost lost her." His voice cracked and he went quiet for a moment. Then he continued. "I knew right away when it was Josephine pretending to be her. I performed the CPR on her that saved her life. I'd never felt anything like that before."

Miller quietly listened and nodded.

"Bellamy also was quiet again and took another sip of the drink. He understood why some people got so attached to alcohol as he enjoyed the way it warmed his insides and made him feel pleasantly loose. He wondered how much of it Miller had enjoyed before taking a nighttime walk to Bellamy's cabin.

Miller drained the rest of his port and began again, "I still can't believe Abby's dead."

Bellamy shook his head and looked down. "Clarke must be crushed. And Jackson too."

"Yeah. And a few days ago, Abby and Jackson had a falling out. She called him a war criminal. He left the room rather than snap back at her. Always the gentle peacemaker," Miller said with admiration in his voice.

Bellamy was surprised at the revelation and wanted to ask for more details, but he glanced at Miller and saw tears in his eyes.

"They were together for a long time in that lab over the past couple days," Bellamy said reassuringly. "Maybe they made up before….before Abby was killed. And I'm sure Jackson knew that Abby didn't mean it. From what I can tell, she hasn't been the same since the drugs."

"None of us have had it easy, that's for sure."

Bellamy looked up at the sky. Morning must be on its way, as the black of night was gradually giving away to a blue-black shade. Soon they would see hints of yellow poking through.

But no sign of a starship.

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