So, yeah, pretty early update. Mostly because a) I'm bored here before school starts, finding a job has been pretty unsuccessful (b) I'm really far ahead anyway with this story, like by seven chapters, so I'm in a pretty happy spot and (c) this chapter turned out to be far longer than I thought it was when I went back to proof-read it, so it will be a two part chapter with the second part coming out within the next 3-5 days.

Thanks so much to all my reviewers: Guest, JCarabaguiaz, Artimiz, heidi1245401, SquidaQdaloo, and CheriEstella.


Ten Years after Start of Program

"Yeah, Gina sound great…but honestly, I'd rather meet Clarke if given the chance." Octavia informed Bellamy, cutting him off as he was in the middle of regaling his latest date with his girlfriend to his sister.

"Well, you're not going to get either." He grumbled, a little annoyed that his sister seemed perpetually bored with his stories of Gina, and only perked up when Clarke was involved. Obviously if he could date Clarke he wouldn't be opposed, but Clarke didn't like him that way and he was pretty happy in his nearly six-month relationship with Gina.

"I'm just saying." Octavia held up her hands in a 'surrender' motion.

"I think you're just sour because you can't have a boyfriend." He said, and sort of regretted it the moment he said it.

"You're right. I am." Octavia turned around sharply, and curled herself in the blanket, "Thanks for reminding me."

Bellamy rubbed his hands over his face. He'd been totally insensitive. God, that was just a jackass comment.

"O…"

"What does mom expect me to do, Bell?" She finally looked up at her older brother, biting her lip and trying not to cry, "I'm fifteen. I want to fall in love, have a family. I want what you have. And that's even too much to ask."

In reality, he was pretty sure his mother hadn't even imagined they'd make it this far with Octavia. As far as he knew, this was the longest anyone had ever successfully hid a second child, unless there was some 18-year-old out there somewhere (which, there very well could be, because no one would know) but he sort of wished he could because maybe then they'd ask him or her how they dealt with adulthood.

She wasn't a child anymore. It was silly to expect her to be satisfied with ragdolls and ribbons. Was life worth living if you never got to amount to anything? Never got to love another person beside your family? Never got to make friends? It was very philosophical questions Bellamy had always been afraid to really think too hard about, for Octavia's sake.

"I don't know." He sat besides her, giving a long sigh.

"I figured." She sniffled, wiping away her tears.

"One day, I'll figure something out." He murmured, "One day maybe I'll be high enough to be able to pardon you and mom from your crimes. One day is better than nothing."

"Unless it's built on false hope." Octavia replied, twiddling her thumbs, "I don't think too much about it. It's just hard to hear about you and Gina. I'm happy for you, really."

"Thanks O." He checked his watch, "Speaking of which, I'm meeting her to have dinner with the gang. Want me to try to bring stuff back?"

"Uh, duh!" Octavia rolled her eyes, "Especially if it's bacon. Don't even eat it for yourself, just bring the whole pan back here." She teased, forcing a grin on her face.

"I'll make up some lie that the meat was contaminated…or something." He agreed, playing along, "Confiscate it…for their safety."

He tipped his head to her, and locked their door behind him.

News traveled obnoxiously fast here, even if you weren't on the Guard. Since Bellamy was, however, he heard about every incident within a day of anything happening, from locker-room gossip or to official meetings with Shumway and Miller to explain what the procedure would be. So, it was very uncommon for something to happen without Bellamy knowing about it first.

Yet he realized that must be the case, for when he walked into the hangout place, there was no happy chatter or playful teasing between anyone. It was just silent and morbid.

"Who died?" He whispered in complete seriousness as he sat down next to Clarke. Gina hadn't arrived yet.

"It's Simon." Clarke said evenly, and he panicked for a moment when he couldn't see the brown-haired boy. It was painful to imagine losing anyone in the group, "They…his parents…" He stared at Clarke, gathering it wasn't Simon who was dead but someone else (or at least, he assumed a death still at this point).

"They found out he has a younger sister." Jasper cut in, speaking the words of which she had been unable to say.

It was like someone poured a bucket of ice water down his back. There hadn't been a child found since Octavia's birth.

"She's nine. Her name is Charlotte. They found her last night…she was so young. They decided not to punish Simon since he didn't ask for a younger sister and they understand why he hid her, but the parents are to be floated." Miller said with a grimace, "There's going to be a meeting for the guards today, soon." He met Bellamy's eyes.

"And the girl?" He was almost afraid to ask. It wasn't common these children were found, so there wasn't a set guide of how to deal with them, and he'd checked the rulebook a thousand times.

"She's only nine. She's so young. They can't kill her." Harper was crying a little.

"They very well can." Miller's voice was grave, "My dad is going to vote against it, I know he will. He was crying about it too last night. Such a damn shame."

"Bell?" Clarke was waving a hand in front of his face, "Are you okay? You're really pale?"

"I just…I can't imagine it." He mumbled, and it was like everything was a dream sequence. Nothing seemed real to him anymore. It was all too bright or too dark in places, and voices were becoming jumbled together. God, this had to be a dream.

He pinched himself. It wasn't.

"I…I have to go. I should report to the guard station." He made a quick excuse. In reality, he had no intention of going there right away. He just felt like he was suffocating and he needed to leave before he fainted.

On the way out, he spotted Simon sitting against a wall, his face buried at his knees. Murphy was sitting next to him, talking.

"What are you doing?" Bellamy asked. Murphy looked up, a little surprised to see Bellamy.

"Welcoming him to the orphan's club. Although, since he's above age, he's in a much better position than me. Won't have to deal with adoptions or worse options." Murphy replied dryly.

"Gee, thanks." Simon lifted his head, glaring at Murphy. His eyes were puffy and red and his voice was quivering.

"Leave him alone, alright?" Bellamy said, grabbing Murphy's arm.

"Hey! I was just giving my condolences. Really!" Although Murphy sounded sincere, he wasn't the most comforting of people and Bellamy defiantly could understand how Simon might not want him hanging around.

"Really Murphy, beat it." Bellamy growled.

"Whatever man." Murphy pffed, sticking his hands in his pocket, "I was just trying to be nice."

Bellamy did feel a bit guilty for hurting Murphy's feelings, but he couldn't think about that now, not as he stared at Simon's face and realized with startling certainty that this could be him one day.

"Hey…" Bellamy sat beside him, a little unsure of how to start. They'd never really…talked. Until now, they hadn't really had a common factor, and Simon didn't even know what they shared.

As expected, Simon seemed mildly surprised.

"Before you ask how I'm holding up, it's shitty." Simon said, "It's all everyone's been asking since they found out. My mom and dad are being executed today and I have no idea what's going to happen to my sister. What do they expect?"

"I wasn't." Bellamy said, "I…" He almost told him. He almost said he knew exactly what Simon was feeling, although he prayed this day would never come for him. He almost said that he recognized that look of failure in his eyes, because like him, his sister was his responsibility and she'd been found out.

But in the end, he couldn't say any of that. He couldn't because this was a warning of what could happen, what he would never let happen, as long as he could help it.

"I can't say I know what you're going through, of course. But I'm a good listener and I hate to see anyone in so much anguish. If you need to talk…I'm here."

Simon seemed taken aback by his offer.

"You're the first person to offer that, you know. All my parents friends are shunning us for it, all my own friends are hurt I never told them, and everyone else treats me like I have the plague." Simon raked his fingers through his hair, "I love her. She's my sister. No one understands, because until you have a sibling it's not…it's not the same as a best friend. It's almost like having a kid, but you're allowed to hate them more sometimes. She always wants to prove she's an adult, but sometimes she's so naive…but that's almost endearing about her. She just wants to make people happy." He bit his arm to keep from crying.

"She sounds like a great person." Bellamy whispered.

"She is. And they might kill her too and I'll be the only person left alive to have known." As much as he tries, he couldn't stop from crying now. He made no apologizes, and Bellamy never expected one.

"How did they find her?" Bellamy found the courage to ask after a long time.

"I don't even know. No one will tell me anything. I just came to hang out with her today and the whole place was just turned upside down…and she was gone. I haven't even been able to see her since. Or my parents…I won't until today when they…oh, shit." He turned away again, "I hate that they're being punished for being too moral to kill a kid. My mom…she didn't even realize she was pregnant with Charlotte until it was almost time for her to be born. Her periods were always irregular, according to my dad, and she kept in really good shape. No symptoms, nothing. By the time they knew…how could the rightly kill something already so alive?"

Bellamy nodded. It hadn't even been an accident for his mom. He always was told the moment she missed her period, the moment she thought maybe she was pregnant; aborting it like women were meant to do was never an option for it. It was obviously an uncommon thought, but growing up with Octavia, Bellamy couldn't imagine life without her…even if it might be easier.

After that, it's like Simon just couldn't stop talking. Stories upon stories spilled from his mouth, and he just couldn't stop it, even though he was crying most of the time.

Bellamy's pager rung, and he ignored it. He got calls, he ignored it. Eventually, he just turned it all off.

At first, he thought he may be obligated to come merely because of the connection the two had, and that's why he'd offered up his ear. He did fully mean it, but he was surprised that Simon had taken him up on it so quickly…and perhaps Simon was a little surprised too.

But he stayed and ignored his summons because he realized how shatteringly alone Simon seemed, how desperately he needed to talk about his sister to someone else. And now, even if his sister was floated, Bellamy felt as though he knew her too.

It was hours that it took until Simon seemed to dry up of his tales, his musings, and his thoughts. Bellamy was surprised none of Simon's friends had come for him, although perhaps he didn't have as many friends as Bellamy had. It was understandable. Had Clarke Griffin not broke down the wall of his life, he wouldn't have any of the friends he had now, but would have likely isolated himself to keep Octavia safe. It was understandable Simon would have done the same…he loved his sister just as passionately as Bellamy loved his.

"It's been three hours." Simon realized with chagrin, "Don't you have a job I'm keeping you from?"

"Don't you have one?" Bellamy replied back, tilting his head.

"Electric engineer…and not today, or tomorrow, or the next. My boss told me to take off as much time as I need, but I know the real reason why I was told not to come back for a week…I can see it in all their faces. I'm a pariah. A scorn on society now."

"Yeah." Bellamy gave a humorous laugh, "Shitty feeling…"

"How do I go back to anything now?" Simon asked honestly, "My life…it's so different. Do I try to adopt my sister? Is that even legal?"

"I…I wish I knew. The guard hasn't had to deal with an illegal child in twenty years."

Simon gave a click of his tongue as he thought, "We were so careful. Not enough, apparently. Maybe it's for the best. Charlotte was getting restless and I hated seeing her like that." He said, and Bellamy closed his eyes. Oh, god how he could relate.

"I should go, check in. I'm sure the guard has ways they want to handle this…I'll try to keep things in your favor and hers. I don't know if I can do much, of course."

"Thanks." Simon said, and he still looked so lonesome.

"Hey…if you still need to talk, at any time, I'll come talk to you. Two AM, five AM, noon…I'll make the time." Bellamy said.

"Why are you doing this? We've never talked before." Simon asked, a reasonable question.

"Because…" Bellamy paused for a long time, trying to decide if he should tell him or not, "Because we're part of something bigger, all of us." He showed his group tattoo, "And that means something to me. We're all family, in a way."

Simon looked down at his own tattoo, on the inside of his arm. He just nodded thoughtfully.

Bellamy arrived at the guard station, an embarrassingly late entrance to when he was summoned. As expected, the meeting was long done.

"Blake." Shumway's sharp voice made him wince. This would be his first mark against him, the first time he'd ever gotten in real trouble, "You didn't arrive for the mandatory meeting. My office." He said. He was glad to see Miller's father stand to follow, although his usual preferred superior didn't look any happier with him.

On the way to the office, Bellamy looked at his pager. Thirty new pages. Yep, he was in deep waters now. He didn't regret it, though.

He sat across from both of them, their faces long and frowning.

"I assume you've heard the news by now, Cadet Blake." Miller began first, "It's a circumstance I'm glad to say we encounter so infrequently that most people don't know what to do. Care to explain what you thought was so important as to skip the protocol meeting for this event?"

"I…I was with Simon. The older child." Bellamy unconsciously rubbed the spot under his shirt where his tattoo was, "He's in my after school group, or was when we were children."

"And you thought your work time would be better spent with the boy we're looking into? That harbored a secret sister for ten whole years?" Shumway asked evenly.

"Sir, with all due respect…he's lost everything. His parents are being floated today and who knows what will happen with his sister. He's an absolute mess, and I can't blame him. You've already freed him of any blame, but even if you hadn't and he was going to be floated or locked away it doesn't negate his status as a member of the Ark. He is until the moment he dies. I made a pact when I joined to protect and help every single member…I believe that includes him."

There was a moment of quiet as his supervisors considered his words. He was surprised when Shumway gave an actual smile, almost warm (keyword; almost).

"That is a very convincing speech, Cadet Blake." David Miller stated, and although he couldn't see it, Bellamy saw he was proud.

"Quite articulate, I agree. There wasn't much to say at the meeting anyway, we're no closer to deciding on what to do with the girl." Shumway sighed, "I will write down that you were not here, but I will take no further punishment against you. Your shift starts in half an hour, but you'll start now anyway to make up for it. Your punishment is what your job is going to be tonight…we need you and two other guards to go down and clear out her parent's house and take the thing to the redistribution center. As you can imagine, no one is jumping to take it."

"Yeah," Bellamy frowned, "Can't be a popular job." He didn't really want to do it either. But he was glad to get off with a smack on the wrists, as it were, and he wasn't the type to disobey a direct order like this.

"Some are superstitious, some just don't like to be reminded of the harder parts of policing people." Shumway shrugged, "Either way, you don't have much of a say in it, Blake. Wait in the training area for the other guards that will be joining you."

"Yes sir." Bellamy bowed out, and took a seat where he was directed to wait. It was a long while before anyone else came over, and that gave him ample time to think…something he wasn't too happy about, because it brought up a lot of demons.

"Hey, Bellamy." Ana slid into the seat across from him in full guard gear.

"You coming with me?" He asked, a little hopeful.

"I offered. You looked so pathetic over here, alone, sad. Hope you didn't get yelled at too much." She said.

Bellamy licked his lips. She figured he looked depressed because his bosses had just chewed him out. In reality, he was really taking the time to think about everything and how numb the whole situation felt. He was thinking about how it just as easily could have been his sister being carted away, his mother being floated. He was thinking about how Simon must feel, and how Charlotte must feel too. He was thinking about Octavia and how worried he was, because he was sure they'd be checking everywhere now for other illegal children. He hoped his mother had caught wind and she was safely under the floorboards right now.

This was all things he couldn't tell Ana.

"Just a bit, but no one likes getting in trouble." He said, shrugging and trying to look not as sad.

It wasn't long before two other guards showed up and they began making their way to Power Station. It was a mid-level living situation, much bigger rooms than he and his mother and Octavia shared, and as they made their way over he wondered how in the world they got caught if they had so many more luxuries?

When they arrived there, a little girl was sitting outside, face red and blotchy. She was wearing her ashy blonde hair in two plaits down her back and although her physical characteristics didn't look much like Simon, it was her face and her eyes that told Bellamy right away who she was.

"Frickin…" Ana whispered under her breath, recognizing her as well.

"Why is she here?" Bellamy questioned the guard on duty outside the door.

"We didn't know where else to take her. And even if we tried, she uh…wouldn't leave." The cadet, a new one this year, admitted. One of the older guards with Bellamy rolled his eyes.

"She's ten, McFarland." He reminded, "Just pick her up."

"And take her where?" Ana asked, putting her hands on her hips, "At least here we know where she is."

The older guards grunted in agreement, and relieved the two people that had been keeping watch.

"Have you ever cleaned out a room?" One of the older guards, Paul, asked Bellamy and Ana.

They shook their heads. It was a rare circumstance that rooms needed to be cleared. If a person died of old age, and was still living in a singular room, most of their belongings were given to their child or grandchild. It was only in extreme situations like this where both people were being floated and the last person alive wasn't old enough to inherit much of anything. Simon had already been by to take a few items, but he'd moved out two years ago into a male dorm system so anything he'd wanted he probably already had. The last time Bellamy personally remembered people cleaning a room out was with Murphy's room.

"Start with the small things. Take it to the redistribution center, hand it off to the person in charge there. I believe its Beverly today. Nothing much else, pretty easy. For the big furniture that's not standard set, don't try to be a hero, ask each other to help carry it. We can't afford to be breaking things around here." Paul instructed.

"Does Charlotte get anything?" Bellamy asked, aware of her eyes on the back of them the entire time they stood there. She was watching and doing so very closely.

Paul and his friend looked uncomfortable.

"We don't even know where she's going, you know? She might just end up in the Sky Box. She can't have anything there."

"You heard Shumway, she's like ten. They're leaning more toward something other than the Sky Box." Ana said, obviously something Bellamy missed from the meeting.

"Is there anything you'd like to take?" Bellamy turned around, asking Charlotte before anyone could stop him.

She stayed silent though, never moving from the doorway, her eyes as big as saucers and eyes still leaking.

Paul shrugged, "C'mon. Let's start working."

It went okay for the first hour. Charlotte stayed out of their way; just watching them take away her life. Bellamy found where her section was fairly quickly, but found little evidence of a secret hiding place for her. Then again, perhaps they didn't have to hide her like they did Octavia. He was pretty sure Clarke had never gotten a random inspection done to her cabin in her life, so maybe Power Station people were high enough up so all they had to do was keep her inside?

It was eerie, digging through someone else's lives like this. Touching their clothes, their books, their small trinkets…it almost felt as though he knew them.

The trouble came when Paul led Bellamy into the master bedroom to have him start clear that area out and handed him extremely intimate things in the sense that Bellamy felt like he'd walked into something too quiet for him. It was wedding rings, nice jewelry, a baby blanket in blue, a holographic frame with Charlotte and Simon's parents on their wedding day, a worn rabbit stuffed animal…things that were more than just objects to own.

He walked outside, and made the mistake of slowing as he passed Charlotte, and she saw what was in his hands.

"Don't take those!" She cried, springing toward him. He was shocked at her movement and her speech, and stumbled back, tripping over his own feet.

"Give them back!" She screamed at him, reaching for it.

"Charlotte…I'm sorry…I can't…" Bellamy said, and was shocked when she shoved him back when he tried to stand, her little hands grappling for the objects.

Bellamy wanted more than anything to just let her have it. She deserved something of her parents, didn't she? He reached forward to pick up the rabbit off the ground with the intention of handing it over to her, but her face was wild with anger and anguish.

"Get away from me!" Her voice echoed off the metal walls of the Ark. She began hitting him with her fists and kicking out, surprisingly hard for a girl her age, pushing him away. One blow hit his face and he winced.

"Charlotte, please stop." He said, reaching a hand out, "I promise I'm not trying to hurt you."

But she didn't exactly feel the same, because he felt a flash of pain and looked down to see a sharpened piece of metal in his side that she'd clearly had up her sleeve. Blood dripped onto the floor, and she yanked it out, even seemingly surprised at her own actions.

There were three clicks, and everyone's guns were at her head.

"For fucks sake!" Bellamy stood, "Put your guns down, she's ten!"

"And she just assaulted an officer." Paul replied, but even he seemed unsure. Yet, as Bellamy pressed his hand to his wound, no one could deny or ignore what had happened. His eyes were still on Charlotte, who was still holding onto her handmade knife like her life depended on it. In what kind of messed up world did they live that a ten-year-old felt the need to protect herself like this, he wondered.

"Bell…you're bleeding all over." Ana said, "We need to take you to medical." She took a careful step forward and then snatched the knife from Charlotte's hands in a swift movement. Paul and the other guard stepped in, each grabbing an arm and leg.

"You need to get to medical." Paul said.

"What about Charlotte?" Bellamy questioned. Paul was looking at him like he was crazy to even wonder.

"We'll hold a meeting and her fate will be decided."

"Don't start until I get there." Bellamy said firmly, wincing as he moved. Paul gave him an amused snort.

"You just got stabbed by her. I think you have the right to ask that of us." He said, "Get cleaned up. Guard W, go with him."

"Of course."

Before they left, Bellamy snatched the rabbit from the ground and stuffed it into his bag. Ana didn't question.

By the time they made it to medical, Bellamy was covered in a film of sweat and it was excruciating to move. His whole hand was covered in blood and his guard's uniform was pretty much ruined.

"Bellamy!" Abby said, eyes widening as soon as she saw him. She swiftly diverted all her other tasks to the other doctors, and cleared a bed for him, "What happened?"

"We had a little problem clearing out the Dibdin house. Charlotte went a little bat shit crazy. Stabbed him with this homemade knife." Ana explained, showing her the object in question.

"She was upset." Bellamy objected through gritted teeth, about to say more, but winced.

"Don't try to talk. Let's pray to god that wasn't infected in any sort of way." Abby said, "Thank you, Ana. You can head back."

She stripped off his jacket and pushed up his shirt to see where Charlotte had gotten him on his side. It was pretty ugly, Bellamy could admit to himself.

"It's not clean, that's for sure. As in precision, not infection." Abby assured when Bellamy's eyes widened, "But it didn't hurt anything important, but you are bleeding quiet a bit. I'm going to need to stitch it up." She looked apologetic.

"That's a big needle…" He commented, trying to joke when he saw the size of the thing, also trying to distract his own thoughts.

"I know, I'm sorry. Clarke told me you hate them." She said. At any other time, he may dwell on the fact Clarke had figured out how much they freaked him out and be embarrassed, but that was pretty much the farthest thing from his mind.

She gave him something to bite down on as she cleaned it and sewed it up. Halfway through the procedure, Clarke burst into the room.

"Clarke." He said, so relieved to see her. At her heels was Gina, who he was a little ashamed to admit he hadn't even thought until now.

"As soon as I heard I got Gina." Clarke said, and sounded out of breath.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" Gina said, grabbing his hand.

"He will be." Abby said, "But he'll have a nasty scar to show for it." She said, frowning.

"I think scars are cute." Gina said, smiling down at him.

"Well thank god, then." He managed to smile back.

He noticed Clarke grimacing at their PDA in the background. He knew it wasn't the blood that was making her make such a face; that was for sure.

By the time all was said and done and fixed up, he realized he'd spent his entire shift here. He was free by any means to go home…but he couldn't, not yet.

"Have they decided Charlotte's fate?" He asked Abby. He needed to defend her.

"No, I'm required to be there. And you wanted to be there?" She said, motioning for him to follow.

"To speak on her behalf."

Abby's eyebrows rose in surprise, but she didn't comment.

"We'll wait out here." Clarke said, and Gina nodded in agreement when they reached the doors.

Inside, everyone was talking over each other. Simon jumped up, right by the door.

"Shit, she stabbed you. It's true." He said, staring at where Bellamy's light gray shit was stained with blood. He didn't sound shocked as much as angry. Assaulting an officer even if you were a lawful citizen usually never ended well…they'd have even less guilt about killing a kid. At least, not if Bellamy could help it.

"No harm, really." Bellamy said. Simon didn't seem to hear him. He kicked a chair, pulling at his hair. He realized why the boy was frustrated, his sister hadn't done herself any favors with this action.

Bellamy was pulled away before he could say anything more, but saw Simon was being allowed to stay. Charlotte was up by Jaha, looking completely terrified. She shrunk when she saw Bellamy.

The meeting and the members seemed mostly in agreement, although she was young, she had committed a crime and stabbed a guardsmemember and this made her unpredictable. Even if she weren't an illegal child, this would still be a heavy allegation. Bellamy feared he'd never be able to say anything for her, but right at the end, Jaha turned to him.

"We do have the guard she assaulted today, and I believe he wishes to speak? Cadet Blake?" He said, and Bellamy stood.

"Sir, I'd like to speak on her behalf." The whispers followed him because this was not something anyone expected.

"So…she stabbed you and you want to defend her, is that what you're saying?" Diana Sydney questioned.

"Yes." Bellamy shifted on his feet; "She is losing her mom and her dad and her whole life in one singular day. She only got to see her brother a moment ago, and ever so briefly. She's also ten, and young." He swallowed, remembering that Murphy wasn't much younger when he nearly got himself locked away either, "And no one told her how to act in this situation. No one did much about her at all, except gossip. She didn't ask to be born, that is on her parents. She's never gotten a chance to be anywhere, go anywhere because she couldn't. Those four walls is all she's ever known…are we really so surprised the thought of losing that terrifies her?" He swallowed, "I know we can't ignore this," He motioned to his blotchy shirt, "But we can be compassionate beings and elect not to float her." He sat down, wondering if he'd said enough. Jaha, though, was nodding with a deeply thoughtful look on his face.

"We will decide and come back." He announced, and the council got up one by one.

This was the up there with some of the most excruciating moments of his life, in terms of having to wait.

When he came back, no one spoke.

"We have elected that because the person she attacked advocated for her so strongly, could find in his heart to forgive her, that she will not be floated. She will, though, have to pay for her crime and will put into the Sky Box."

Bellamy felt half a weight lift off his chest. This was great, by any means, but he wasn't sure what he'd been expecting to happen.

He made sure to meet Simon at the door.

"I can't repay you enough…I don't know…I guess it's a miracle I only have to watch my parents being floated now, instead of a sister as well. That's thanks to you. She stabbed you." He still sounded flabbergasted. He looked fatigued though.

"Hey, Sky Box…not awful. You'll be able to get visitation in two years and who knows after that." He said, patting his back.

"It's a nice thought, but that's all it is after that." Simon sighed in resignation, "You heard the words they used for her; violent, unpredictable, problematic. Why would they let an illegal child out with that many problems on her 18th birthday, even if she were a perfect angel until then? She'll always be remembered as the illegal kid that went rouge and stabbed someone." He stuck his hands in his pockets, "I gotta go. Thanks, Bellamy. Really."

Clarke and Gina both jumped up the moment he left. It was only now that he realized how exhausted he felt; it was heaviness in his bones and his heart.

"So?"

"She's going to the Sky Box." Bellamy grunted.

"That's good, right?" Gina stepped forward, putting her hands on his waist, but careful not to touch his wound. He gently took them off.

"Yeah, suppose. I'm, uh, really tired." He said.

"Of course!" Gina looked embarrassed, "You should go sleep." She rubbed his back.

"I will. I'll see you both tomorrow." He said, excusing himself before someone could offer to walk him back. He needed the time between here and his house, alone.

He got three steps out of their sightline when he felt a rush of rage, sadness, and fear hit him all at the same time. He pressed his palms into the sockets of his eyes, as though pressing back the tears, at least until he made it home.

"Where's O?" He demanded as soon as he locked the door behind him, not seeing her anywhere. If she were caught, he would have known, right?

"I heard today." His mother's voice was choked with tears, "I hid her right away. They've came by twice…I don't trust them thought. We're not safe, not yet."

"I need to see her." He said, pushing back the table, "Octavia…" His voice broke when he saw her long frame curled up on the floor, her stuffed toy against her chest. She hadn't held it like that since she was young.

"I thought today was the end. I thought I'd never get to see you again." He said, grabbing her up into a tight hug. Her body quivered against his, and he cried into her hair.

"I thought so too." Her voice was weak, quiet.

"Bellamy! You're bleeding." For the first time, his mother noticed his bloodstained clothes.

"It's nothing. I'm fine. I got stitched up, see?" He said, lifting his shirt.

"Bell…what happened?" Octavia's eyes were like liquid chocolate.

"It doesn't matter. All that matters is that you're safe." He insisted, but he couldn't help but think of Simon…watching his parents being floated as they spoke. He couldn't help thinking of Charlotte either, with her doe-like stare as they threw her in a cold and unforgiving cell in the Sky Box. These thoughts made him break down more. As thankful as he was his family was still safe in this very moment how could he be happy?

That night, he fell asleep clutching his sister's body tightly. He refused to let go. She curled into him just as much, his larger body protecting hers. To think either of them got more than a couple hours of sleep was a silly thought. But their wakeless nights were not filled with quiet discussion, but instead a deafening silence. It was as though they were afraid to talk because they feared someone on the outside might hear them.


So! (Small) Story time because I've been waiting for this chapter for a long time.

In the beginning of writing this story, I was lazy and for the OCs I used a random face-claim generator thing to make up my characters. Iwan Rheon was one of the face-claims, and this is Simon.

Long ago, three years ago, I was obsessed with this British TV show called 'Misfits'. It's seriously amazing; if you haven't seen it, go watch it. There's superheros and teenagers and literally the most goddamn sad but best star-crossed lovers story line I've ever seen. It still makes me tear up to think about it, it's so well written and deserves a whole lot more fame than it has.

One of the characters is played by Iwan Rheon (or, you might know him better as the guy who played Ramsey Bolton on GoT) but on this show he's this totally awkward, geeky, introverted kid that always looks startled named Simon Bellamy.

Fast forward to when I started watching the 100, first time I ever heard Bellamy's name, I thought of the show Misfits, and because of that I've always associated Iwan Rheon and Bellamy on the 100 to be linked somehow. I had to add him in...he's one of my favorite actors. Someone that can go from playing a meek, unsure zero-woman-prowess nerd to a sexy superhero to a sadistic ruler has mad acting chops.

So, hope you enjoyed my little story time. Remember to review :)