All you Murven fans, you'll like this chapter, I think. This is where the story starts to intersect with things we know to be canon from the show, which I find to be pretty fun. There's so many missing threads that I enjoy being able to sort of string together and make it make sense. You'll get more of these events, for those of you curious how closely this story will follow the story line of the show, but if I told you which, i'd be spoiling the surprises ;)
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Guest: Some events will happen like it did on the show, some will not. It would spoil too much if I told you what was going to happen and what wasn't!
Five Years After Start of Program
Death was both a clear and unclear idea upon the Ark.
On one hand, no one died of easily preventable things anymore. Medicine was almost at its peak, and with so few people on board, equal health care was a no brainer. No one tripped into streams and drowned or fell from trees and broke their spine. Things like that couldn't happen, so in some ways, many people were safer and lived longer. In this way, accidental deaths unless you were a builder or something akin, were only myths. So were deaths by things like cancer or other soul sucking diseases. In this way, it was unclear. Unless you were a doctor, you probably have never seen a dead body.
But the strict rules upon the Ark, capital punishment, also made it quite clear. Everyone knew someone somehow that had been floated. The very idea of death, that someone wasn't around anymore, wasn't a foreign topic even to children. Somewhere in the back of their minds, every child realized that likely one day they'd know someone who was floated, or even worse be there to see it happen or experience it themselves.
Yet, many of the children in the program were lucky enough to be spared of this for a time. Bellamy was arguably the most knowledgeable; as his mother had made it frighteningly obvious from the moment she realized she was pregnant with Octavia what would happen if anyone ever found out. She'd taken him close to an execution that day, and made him watch as Diana Sydney slammed her hand down on the button, sending a woman who had only forgotten to return a tool to the tool shed on accident, but it was still considered theft, into space. He didn't see her face as she froze to death while she gasped for breath, but he didn't need to. He knew he could never breathe a word of his mother's secret. He had to walk around with this weight everyday, and so the horrors of the Ark were not far away but very real.
It was five years into it when the reality of such things, of the smallest of errors and choices, could land you in the Skybox or floated…and it was, as always, a warning.
By the time Clarke was ten, she split her time between three places, it seemed. Quite a lot of her time was spent at school or the after school club; the older she got and the more casual it became, the more she wanted to be there. If she wasn't there, she was at home with a friend because she hated being alone. Sometimes it was a group, but often it was Raven, Bellamy, Wells, or someone else in her little clan. If she wasn't at either of those places, she was in the Medical Wing with her mom.
As a child, her intrigue had made the entire doctor team chuckle. While most children might be afraid of a heart lying on a table, when Clarke was five, she poked it a couple times (Before being scolded). It was then they realized that she had no fear of such gruesome things, and every doctor was trying to one-up the other by showing the Lead Doctor's daughter a weirder and grosser thing. She enjoyed this game.
But, beyond that, she listened and learned. While seeing someone's thumb bent completely the wrong way was sort of funny to her, she was equally as interested in seeing how they put it back to where it should have been. She absorbed every tidbit of information with vigor, and the joking soon turned that she was every bit as knowledgeable as the newly apprenticed kids just starting. She more than once had corrected a kid at least 8 years her senior on something medical when she was hanging around.
It was very clear to everywhere where Clarke would likely end up, and her mother couldn't be prouder.
Once, her dad got a little jealous and tried to take her to work with him the whole day. She'd never found anything more boring in her life.
But, as knowledgeable as Clarke was on many thing, she had yet to experience 'A Breakout', or at least fully understand it. They happened every five to seven years or so, she was two the last time one happened.
Even though they were fairly safe and well cared for in between these metal walls and many earthly things that had caused people to fall ill couldn't hurt them there, the resilience of a sickness was shown clearly that every so often, something came up.
When it did, it was a problem. They all shared the same air; you couldn't get rid of polluted air. They all shared food. They were all trapped on a floating metal object thousands of miles from earth. So, although it was not common and on earth it might not have even been considered dangerous, when a breakout occurred here it was indeed a big deal.
Sometimes they could fix it, Abby explained to Clarke, sometimes they could figure out the cure or they had it on hand. Other times they couldn't, and it would be days or months or years before they had a cure, and in that case hard choices must be made.
"For the good of the Ark." Clarke was young, but she understood the gravity in her mother's voice. They couldn't let someone with a sickness get out to the main areas of the Ark and give it to others. They couldn't even afford to have them lay on a bed, hoping it went away, for the doctors might get sick too.
There wasn't any formula to realize when A Breakout had happened, but Abby had been a doctor for many years and her intuition was fine-tuned. Therefore, when two people came in with suspicious coughs, she quarantined them right away. The other doctors shifted nervously, and Clarke realized the heaviness of the room and put down one of the battered anatomy books in the back of the room.
Abby came out of the quarantine area, tugging her facemask down, and only nodded. The silence that followed would haunt Clarke, because everyone recalled their first Breakout in different ways, but Clarke saw it unfold like no one else.
"What are the symptoms?" A doctor close to her mother's age asked.
"Fever, rashes, bloodshot eyes, shaking, and coughing." Her mother rattled off, and every doctor there began to take notes.
"…And?"
Her mother shook her head.
Clarke felt numb. Her mother had explained the procedure to her about a month before, when someone made a joke about A Breakout and half of the people in the room glared at him like he'd said something incredibly offensive. Because it was. Many people died, and it was of no fault of their own other than walking in someone's way that coughed in their direction. Some fates were cruel.
In this case, where there was no cure that they knew of, anyone exhibiting any symptoms was collected and…
Clarke flinched. She'd seen death. She'd looked at the lifeless eyes of man upon a table, standing straight without flinching. She'd seen the dance of death as a person hovered between life and no life, and she hadn't even blinked. But to think that these poor people's best option was to be herded into an airlock and the door to the black void opened behind them was almost too much to bear. That was the best option she reminded herself, if the sickness didn't kill them first. And it was, of course, for the good of the Ark.
And then she was sent off to school.
Looking back, as gently as her mother had explained it, Clarke often thought she was far too young to be told such things in that detail.
She was far away in her mind all class, and her friends noticed.
"Clarke." Bellamy said, and she looked up. From the thinly pursed frown on his face, she realized it wasn't the first time he said her name.
"Yeah?" She pushed a strand of hair from her face.
"You're somewhere deep in space, girl. We said your name like five times." Raven said, and Clarke tried not to flinch at the words she said, not when she knew people were being rounded up to take to an airlock soon.
"I'm just…" She wave a hand, couldn't even finding the strength to lie.
"You can tell us, Clarke." Jasper assured, leaning in, "You look really concerned."
"I can't." She whispered, trying to fight back tears. Only the council knew, and it was up to them to covertly find all those that had the symptoms Abby had listed, bring them to her and keep things quiet. If they told everyone they were in the middle of A Breakout, panic would ensue. A Breakout was one of those things you only realized after it was done.
"Clarke…what's going on?" Wells said, coming to her side, "It has something to do with my dad being called into a meeting today suddenly, doesn't it?" She saw the backs of her friends straighten immediately.
"Yes." She whispered, biting her knuckles.
"You know," Bellamy said, frowning, "And you can't tell us?"
She shook her head angrily, biting her lip and trying not to cry. She was angry with herself, because she was far too old to cry when she was frustrated. But she was also angry that this is how it had to be done, knowing in her heart that it could be anyone that was sick, because sickness and death didn't care much for titles or power other than taking it away.
She looked around the room, counting each head, because at least each head she saw was another person that would be okay, and she couldn't dare to lose even a single-
"Where's Murphy?" She asked, feeling her entire body go cold. She didn't love the guy, granted, but he was part of their little group, and Raven liked him so that was enough for her. She prayed that Miller would say he just went to the bathroom, but Raven frowned.
"He looked really bad this morning, so his dad kept him home."
Clarke reached across the table, grabbing her hand so tightly that Raven winced a bit at her grip.
"What symptoms did he have?"
"Clarke, what the heck is going on here?" Monty asked softly, whispering.
"Raven!"
"Uh…" Raven was flustered, licking her lips, "His eyes were sort of bloodshot, and he was coughing a bit, shaking really hard-,"
Clarke stood suddenly, still holding Raven's hand, and dragging her from the classroom. Naturally, her better friends followed. They could technically leave at any time, but most liked to hang around for something to do, so other than those that thought Clarke had gone mad, no one else found it strange she left.
"What is happening Clarke?" Bellamy demanded, grabbing her shoulder, "If it's A Breakout, we have the right to know." His eyes were hard, but she saw fear behind them, a fear she'd never seen him have.
"Where does Murphy live?" She questioned Raven, and her weak voice was answer enough for everyone. Wells eyes widened to saucers, Bellamy backed away and muttered an apology before taking off toward his station-at the time she assumed it was because he feared he might be an orphan after all this was over, only having one parent to begin with, so she didn't think about it much, Jasper and Monty exchanged startled looks, Miller bowed his head, and Raven wrenched her arm from Clarke's grip.
"No." She shook her head, "You don't think-,"
"They're going around, collecting them. There's no cure." She whispered brokenly. Raven was shaking a bit, and looked terrified.
"What do we do then?" Her voice was as courageous as she could muster.
"We have to find him before someone on the council does." Clarke hardly even thought of the consequences, or the possibly they could get sick. Murphy was part of their group, and she didn't leave any of her friends behind.
"Clarke." Wells said, voice low and dangerous, pulling her aside to talk to her alone, "Perhaps we shouldn't interfere. The council is much older than us, they know what they're doing. He might not even be sick." He reasoned with her.
"I don't care if the council is wiser, this is our friend, Wells. Murphy might be annoying, but it's not like he's ever been mean to you." She said.
"He doesn't like my dad."
"Wells, you can either stay here or come with me." Clarke said, raising an eyebrow.
"What do you expect to do, really?"
"I don't know." Clarke said, "But I have to try."
"Fine."
"Fine, what?"
"I'm coming with. I don't approve but-,"
Clarke let out a relieved sigh, stopping him halfway through, "I know. So…thank you."
"He lives this way." Raven whispered, and the band of children scuttled through the Ark, all the way to a moderately stationed room, somewhere in between rich and poor.
The door was already unlocked.
There wasn't a parent in sight, but Murphy lay in a crumpled ball on his bunk, shivering and coughing into his hand.
"Shit." Jasper said, which, although Clarke didn't condone swearing, thought it summed up everyone's thoughts perfectly.
Murphy turned around, and everyone stepped a foot back automatically, except Raven who knelt by him.
"Hey you ass, you missed section." She said, trying to keep her voice light.
"I'm sort of dying here, birdie." He said, attempting a smirk, but couldn't quite get all the way there. Clarke swallowed thickly. His hazy eyes flickered to Clarke, "That bad?" His whole body slumped with a sort of realization.
"We're here to save you." Miller said, cautiously coming over to him, "We don't let our own go without a fight, man."
"Gee, thanks. A group of ten year olds here to rescue me." He said. Sickness made him humble, and that was as close to humble as Murphy got.
The door creaked open, and Murphy's dad entered. As soon as he saw Clarke, he slammed the door shut, locking it.
"You!" He said, backing her up against a wall, "You're the daughter of the Head Doctor."
"Yes, Mr. Murphy." Clarke squeaked, and saw the rage in his face, and that sort of wildness scared her.
"What's wrong with him?" He demanded, pointing back at John as her friends remained frozen in fear, "What is happening to my little Johnny?"
"I-,"
"I saw the council members doing 'routine checkups' and scanning numbers. They're checking everyone, and for something. What is it?" He said. Clarke's eyes gazed past him to Murphy, who looked so small and defeated, "Well?" He demanded, jarring Clarke back to him by grabbing her arm and shoving her a little. Immediately, Wells and Jasper surged forward to try to protect her, but she shook her head. He wasn't angry like he was going to hurt her; he was merely terrified for his son, and he was in the dark. Any moment they could knock on the door and take him away forever…and somewhere, he knew that already.
"You know what's going on, sir." Wells said quietly from behind him, and he spun, staring directly into Wells' eyes.
"It's true." Clarke whispered, "Murphy…he has…it. We were here to try to, oh, I don't even know." Clarke said and she saw tears gathering in Raven's eyes, because she was pretty sure everyone now knew hiding him was pointless, since they were checking numbers.
Mr. Murphy stumbled back, stunned, and before anyone could say anything else, he bolted from the room, leaving the children alone.
"They're going to float me, aren't they Princess?" Murphy asked, picking up a nickname Bellamy had called her. Usually, she hated it. But today?
She sank to the floor, unable to answer him at all. When she met his gaze, she saw his nose was running and he was trying not to break down.
Everyone else sat down too.
"We might as well stay here until it happens." Jasper said.
"You all have a death wish." Murphy said, rolling over onto his back, but somewhere, Clarke knew he was relieved he wouldn't be alone.
Bellamy found them sometime later, and he joined their silent vigil. He seemed a bit more relaxed than about an hour ago, and he just sat down by Clarke, close enough to her that Wells sent him one of his usual glares.
But his father never returned, at least, not to the room. It was Abby who found them instead, the little group of pre-teens with tear-stained cheeks and the boy who shivered despite having three blankets around him.
"We need to take John in."
The walk back to the medical bay was silent. Abby sent the rest of the children home. Bellamy and Raven were the most hesitant to leave, Raven glancing back at John's supine figure at least five times, and Bellamy holding Clarke's hand up until he parted ways.
"Where's his dad?"
"Alex Murphy was found with these in his jacket pocket." Abby's voice was level as she handed Clarke three vials.
"This is for basic vaccinations. It wouldn't have done anything for him." Clarke said, staring in confusion at the medicine.
"I know." Her voice was so devoid of emotion that Clarke caught on quickly.
"No." She shook her head, looking back at Murphy, "They can't…he was trying to save Murphy!"
"Many people have had better motives for doing what they do, but these are rationed and he broke a law." The only consolation in the whole mess was Clarke could tell her mother did not approve.
"He's not even going to be able to save him. It was for nothing…" Clarke whispered, watching as Murphy was put into the room with at least ten other Arkers. She couldn't stop her tears now.
Her mother tried to get her to go back to her room, but Clarke made herself a deadweight when her father tried to pick her up. If she had not been so stubborn, Raven might have been crying for a different reason the next day.
She was there to see the most intelligent researcher Doctor come up to her mother with a single prototype vial for this Breakout. It wasn't even assured to work, and there was enough for a single person.
Clarke shoved herself off the workbench, striding up to her mother.
"Use it on Murphy."
"Clarke." Her mother set it on the table, running her fingers through her hair. She looked really tired, "There's a council member in there, you know."
"Murphy is a kid mom. What if I was in there? He's younger than me! He's the only kid that got sick. He hadn't even lived." She pleaded. She blurted out every reason she could think of. Her teachers did say she excelled at debates.
"Clarke, this isn't something for a kid to decide." Her mother said firmly, "This is for the adults." Yet, Clarke already feared Abby had made up her mind.
She saw a new face appear in the medical wing, and sped away from her mother before she could talk to him first.
"Jaha!" She cried. He was like her uncle, but she also realized the unique position he was in, "You have to save my friend, John Murphy. He's dying in there, or he will die, and there's only one dose of medicine and I can't have him die! Please, you have to convince my mom to use the medicine on him!" She was crying so hard she could hardly get her words out. She understood, in a detached sort of way, how she must look; at ten year old who was too innocent to have truly experienced death pleading and crying and throwing a fit.
"John Murphy, you say?" He asked, frowning.
"He's in my after school group. Please, Jaha, please!" She begged.
She watched as Jaha patted her shoulder and took her mother aside. She never saw the end of their conversation, because her father grabbed her and locked her in her room, but she kicked against him the whole way there.
The mood in the after school group the next morning was palpable. By this point, everyone knew.
Raven was pretty much inconsolable. Finn was there, which was usually not allowed (Jasper was an exception), but they were close too and Raven deserved every ounce of courage today.
Murphy didn't show up, and Raven sobbed.
But the next day, he did. She tacked him to the ground, which Clarke frowned upon because he was clearly still weak.
"I tricked you, didn't I?" He asked, laughing as he grabbed his chest, "When I didn't show up yesterday."
"Don't you ever!" Raven shook her head, hugging him and trying to wipe away her tears, "You absolute jerk!"
"I didn't know you cared, Raven." His voice was faux-astounded.
"Of course." Raven wasn't joking now, her voice serious, "You're my friend. It means everything to me. Loosing you would be like losing Clarke or Finn."
After the discussion with Raven about family, Clarke understood that loosing him would be as bad as loosing a mom or a dad. He was her family. He seemed to know this too.
"I'm just teasing, Raven."
Clarke thought for a long time after that Murphy was saved because of her, and because she proved how much she wanted him to live. She'd never begged for anything before. Later, after the realization the after school group children were to be married off and such and this had been decided and monitored closely, she wondered if it was because he was too important of a pawn to lose when it came down to it. But that day, when she was ten, she didn't have the foggiest of ideas, and merely thought it was her determination that saved him.
The execution came two and a half days later. There weren't many people here to see them off, because no one but the council and the doctors knew. On record, the sick people couldn't be seen because they might contaminate others. The doctors were giving their most valiant effort, trying every drug and remedy known to man that they could do, but in the end it wouldn't be enough. It was simpler to tell the families and public they died off one by one from this horrible disease than to admit that the most logical option was to float them because diseases were unreliable bastards.
"Most people don't think logically when they're upset," Abby had told Clarke, who felt sick and weird to know this was happening.
She was there when it happened, because she was waiting for what would come next. But she also felt obligated to be there, to stare at the faces of the 12 people that she begged her mother to pass over instead of John. One she recognized quite well, it was a councilman who she'd seen sharing a glass of moonshine with her father once or twice. He was attempting to comfort the rest of the people.
She looked away as Jaha pressed that horrible red button.
There was a silence after the scream of the air rushing out into space with the bodies of the sickened that Clarke felt was the most pressing thing she'd ever felt. Jaha murmured a quiet prayer, and then there was another silence.
She turned around, and saw Raven, Murphy, and Bellamy emerge from the shadows. Murphy was looking remarkably better, a little color in his cheeks now. His eyes had lost the bloodshot look yesterday, and his cough was only once or twice an hour instead of all day now. Abby had taken his blood this morning and declared him free of sickness.
Raven was here for Murphy, obviously. He hadn't said it outright, but Clarke knew he wanted her here. Or, at least someone. Bellamy was here for him too, but he looked terrified. It was an expression Clarke couldn't place, that stirred something deep within her.
"Should we wait for your mother, John?" Abby asked kindly, giving a weak smile to Murphy. He scowled.
"Don't bother. She's-," He broke off, shaking his head, "She's just not coming, alright?" His voice was sharp like broken glass. Above her head, Clarke saw Jaha and Abby exchange glances.
"Well, then…" Jaha nodded to something off behind them, and the guard that had found Alex with the stolen medicine pushed him forward, his hands tied together. Murphy was right beside Clarke, and they were close enough to feel his shoulders stiffen.
"John…" Alex said, "You're…you're okay?" He sounded incredulous, and Clarke was horrified no one had thought to tell him his own kid had lived. She looked at Murphy, who always had something to say, but his lips moved and nothing came out.
Clarke's heart rattled in her chest.
As the guard moved Alex Murphy into the box, he struggled, stalking up to Jaha.
"This is your fault, you know." He said, narrowing his eyes, "We, as the public, had a right to know what was going on! Why would you condemn a child so easily? What kind of monsters have we become? You have a son, you have to understand the pain I felt, that I would have done anything to save him. Especially when it seems like nothing was even trying to be done." He spat in Abby's direction.
"I have a son, so I do sympathize." Jaha truly did sound sympathetic, "But rules are rules, Alex. You knew them well. We cannot let it pass, no matter the circumstances."
Alex regarded him for a hard moment, then looked away. "John." He spoke softly to his son, "Come here."
Murphy came forward, and when he was inches away, Alex reached out and hugged him so close to him that it seemed for a moment they were one. It was a death grip, one that Clarke could tell he never wanted to let go of. He was whispering things into Murphy's ear as he stroked his hair, and he saw Murphy shaking, trying his damn hardest not to cry. Finally, the guard began to pull him away, and John stumbled forward, trying to hold onto him for as long as possible. The door closed behind Alex, and John stood, watching him as stiff as a statue. Clarke couldn't even imagine what was going on in his mind currently, and it was a position she never wanted to be in.
Jaha's hand hovered above the button.
"Wait!" Murphy turned around, and Jaha was so surprised that he paused, "I know from Clarke telling Raven and Raven telling me that you had one dose to use, and you chose me. I'm no one, it didn't have to be me, but you let it be I, so I know you aren't as awful as I sometimes thought. Spare my dad, please! He was just trying to save me. It's my fault I was sick, I probably was somewhere I wasn't supposed to be. You can keep it a secret; no one will have to know. Or tell them it was mistake, he didn't have the medicine…I don't care…just don't kill my dad." His voice broke, and in the years Clarke had known him, he'd never once expressed as much emotion as he did now.
Jaha, for his credit, did stop for a couple moments, but it was far too fleeting.
"Rules are rules." He said sternly, and before John could say anything else, he slammed his palm on the button. In that moment, less than a second, Alex was gone.
Clarke went to comfort John.
"Get away from me." He lashed out; eyes wide and wild and something darker that Clarke didn't think a ten-year-old should have yet.
"John, I'm sorry." Clarke whispered, and he flinched at the use of his real name.
"Let him be." Abby said, gently touching her daughter's hand, "It's always difficult."
Clarke looked back to see Raven, the only one he'd let near him, hugging him. Bellamy was invited back to Clarke's place, and both their thoughts were miles away with their friend. There wasn't much talk at the dinner table, nor afterwards.
"Are you okay?" Clarke questioned after her mother and father had retired into their room.
"What a question. It's not my dad that was floated today." Bellamy's answer was short, flat.
"But you looked so haunted. It was terrifying, Bell." Clarke said, studying him, "So, are you okay?"
"I…" He twisted his lips into a frown, "I asked my mom today what happened to my dad. She's never talked about him and I didn't ask. But she told me he'd died during A Breakout. And after seeing that this morning, I think he was floated for being sick and my mom just never even knew the truth. It brought up some uncomfortable truths." He said honestly, "And, " He got a more guarded look on his face, "It just made me think about mistakes people might make in life…how easily…" He gulped, "Never mind."
"No, I get it." Clarke said. He almost laughed.
"You really don't."
"What? Because I'm from Alpha station?" She felt offended, and her voice rose.
"No, it's not that." He pressed his forehead into his palms, "It's really…one day, and maybe I'll tell you." It was so vague, but he'd already confided so much in her today that Clarke let it pass. Besides, maybe he would tell her one day, and she recognized some secrets were more violate than others.
"I hope Murphy's alright." Bellamy changed the subject.
"Raven's with him, I'm sure. Those two get each other. They're both jerks at the best of times, so I think they're the only two that could stand each other's attitudes." She said, grinning, "I mean, I love Raven, but she doesn't sugarcoat anything."
"And Muphy's just an ass. But he's not the worst kid." Both were grinning a bit more now, sharing their mutual love of their friends that were 'complicated' more than half the time.
"I just hope…well, you know, it's never easy seeing something like that." Bellamy twiddled his thumbs, "I just hope-,"
"He's not changed." Clarke finished for him, "Yes, I agree."
Neither could have known, not definitely, but it came as no surprise when things did change in Murphy that day. If Clarke could count the days back to when the moment his heart began to darken was, it would be the day his father was floated even thought he pleaded with Jaha. Yet, how could anyone truly blame him?
Can you tell I love Murphy? He's totally my trash baby. Also, I just find his whole 'origin' story to be so complex. Literally, he's such a faceted character, especially shown after the finale of the season. In my head canon, I like to think that all the good in him was his father, because I'm sure his father knew the risks to try to save him, but tried anyway. How did he survive in the real timeline without Clarke if I imagine it went down like this? Hell if I know XD But it was interesting, once again, thinking about diseases and breakouts and protocols on the Ark because there's just so much about that life we don't know.
A lot of you showed interest in seeing the pictures of the OC, so I am working steadily on getting that up on photobucket or something, but be patient! I will for sure have that up by the next chapter! I'm so far a head at this point, because all I want to do is write and make fanfiction.
My TV shipping has been sad because not one but TWO of my OTPs were killed brutally. I am (always will be) a hardcore SkyeWard shipper for AoS and I was so sad when Grant died in a way he can't come back that I re-watched the entire first season in a week. I've only been reading SkyeWard fanfiction since the finale :( I met Brett Dalton in person and he's such a great guy and really ships it too which makes it SO SAD.
AND THEN on Reign, they're getting rid of the one character I'm basically still watching it for, and literally killed two of my main ships in one episode and ONE IS MY OTP. I was a hard core Greer/Leith shipper and that ain't happening, and but I am forever a Mash (Mary/Bash) shipper and although he sorta professed he still loved her I learned that Torrence Combs was leaving the show after this season, basically killing another OTP.
At least I still have Bellarke...
So, if you were/are a Skyeward, Greer/Leith, or Mash shipper out there, I am with ya in this sadness!
