Hey all! I'm sorry this is a week late, but I took a week off for midterms and such and really had no way to tell you :( But luckily for you all, this is a two-part chapter so the next part of the chapter will come out sometime this weekend :) Yay!
Thanks to all my reviewers: My Words are My Weapon, Emperor's Sister, StarKiss666, CheriEstella, Guest, SquidaQdaloo, JCarabaguiaz, Guest, Red656, Artimiz, and Heidi1245401.
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12 Years after Start of Program-Pt 1
"Doctor Griffin? Doctor Griffin? Hey, you…"
Clarke didn't even notice the small brunette calling her name until she felt the tug on her shirt. She still wasn't used to the idea that people would be calling her Doctor Griffin soon, because she associated that name with her mother.
"You can call me Doctor Clarke, please." She winced, turning to look at the child. She was dirt-stained and smelly, and Clarke quickly deduced she was an orphan. It was regular seeing these children around, especially because she was helping around medically in the Factor Station. They came to her tentatively, and once they realized she wasn't going to turn them in, they came with infected cuts, bad vision, stomach aches, and every other ailment that Clarke could think of. They were usually young, under twenty-five, since the older they got, the harder it was to hide from the members of the Ark and keep themselves alive. She knew there were a few adults lurking around, still technically orphans, but they were much more distrustful and more like memories than people. These children, though, were skittish, as though they expected at any moment they'd be turned in, betrayed by the kind doctor with gentle eyes. They always came and found her and never showed her their hiding spots, usually scurrying back into the darkness of the Ark once Clarke declared that she had done all that she could.
It was heartbreaking.
Most of these orphans were victims of negligent parents, parents that were floated early on, or parents that died in a Breakout. There were the rare few that Clarke couldn't find much of any information on, even if she were to have scanned their tracker.
In theory, since none she'd come across were illegal and therefore had the implanted chip, no child should be left alone. Yet children from the lower stations that were put in difficult situations often just slipped through the cracks became literal ghosts upon the ship, never to be heard from again. Chances were few people cared about them besides their parents and no one wanted to take extra effort to find a kid that didn't want to be found. Clarke had thought about making a campaign do so something about all these orphans on the Ark, since there were many more than she could have ever imagined, but they were so distrustful of most authority figures she wondered what would be the use? Where would they go? Who would offer to feed them when most families hardly could feed themselves?
So, Clarke made a special effort do anything she could when an orphan approached her; give them an old shirt, hand them some food, use any means to make them better.
They were easy to spot; Clarke knew what to look for at this point.
She crouched down by the girl, hardly older than eight.
"What's your name?" She asked with a quiet tone, putting up a slow hand to wipe away some dried blood from a cut underneath her eye. The girl didn't reply, so Clarke moved on, "What's the problem, dear? Where does it hurt?"
"It's not me. I found someone, I think they're really bad." The girl said, her eyes widening in fear.
"Show me." Clarke said, making a metal note to look over the girl after this mission anyway, but from the girl's terrified tone knew that this would take priority. The girl lead to Clarke through a small hole to a world Clarke had never seen before…the place where orphans on the Ark gathered. It was behind the nicer looking walls, where power lines hung cut and empty, pipes steamed at intervals, and there was the constant echo of dripping water.
She spotted eyes watching her from darkness, groups of children looking at her with distrust and wariness, retreating further with their ratty blankets and broken bowls.
The small girl held Clarke's hand firmly, leading her to the back, nearer to Mecha station than to Power Station, or at least, Clarke figured.
"In there…" The girl said, pointing to an alcove with broken electrical lines hanging down like vines and an old towel pinned up as a doorway. There was a noxious smell emanating from the room, like carrion, and the ground was sticky.
Clarke turned to ask the girl something, but she had vanished. This didn't surprise Clarke, but she was still disappointed.
She put one hand over her mouth to try to breath in as little as possible, and used the other to push aside the towel.
There was a figure crumpled up on a mattress, and Clarke had the feeling wonder of where they acquired an old bed. It was put to rest swiftly because she realized the lump wasn't moving at all.
Yes, the girl was right…this was bad.
Clarke had a sinking suspicion about what she was going to find before she even turned the person around. She did so, and stumbled back so violently that she tripped and landed on her butt. She breathed heavily for a couple moments, eyes wide.
For a second, she'd thought the girl laying there wide a blank, dead stare was Octavia.
It wasn't weird to think that people looked alike on the Ark, what with so little DNA lines to pass around, and the fact that everyone was likely related somehow. Most people had their 'twin' somewhere, or someone that although they didn't obviously share a last name or any family ties, probably came from the same descendant line.
Clarke's 'double' was thirteen and lived in Power station. Bellamy's was a middle-aged man that they found a picture of in the files, and he was a carpenter in Aero. Her mother's was an old lady who died a year ago from Hydra, and her mother attended the funeral and was mistaken for her daughter by more than one mourner. Some looked more alike than others. Some were almost clones, the genes of two people mixing in oddly the same right way to create someone that looked the same.
And this girl? She was almost a dead ringer for Octavia.
Of course, upon closer look, there were differences. Her chin was much more pronounced, her hair chopped short and close to her ears, and her build was shorter and less muscular compared to Octavia's. Now that she knew it wasn't Octavia, she could see that this was someone else, but there was the odd feeling on the back of her head that it was almost close enough to be her, like she was looking at Octavia from a different life.
The girl had been dead for days, hence the smell. She had a foot that was black, in a full state of necrosis, and she guessed the infection had spread to her heart. She was glad that the girl had found her; Clarke obviously couldn't do anything for her now, but she couldn't be left here to rot. She was momentarily glad the young child hadn't realized she'd come across death…no need for these small ones to be traumatized more than they already were.
This was the first dead one Clarke had ever come across.
Clarke picked up her impossibly skinny arm and took out her pad, scanning the chip.
The girl's name had been Melody Byers. She had been born in Power Station to a mother that was an engineer and a father that was a low-rung technician. They'd had her early; both were hardly 20. The father's parents had died young, and the mother's father was still alive, but had Alzheimer's. Melody's parents had died in the Breakout that had occurred when Clarke was a toddler. Melody was 23, although Clarke would have never guessed that with how thin and sickly she looked. She apparently vanished about three days after she got the news that her parents died, and her grandmother searched for a couple days but they all assumed she'd perished without anyone taking care of her. She was declared officially dead around twelve years ago.
Clarke put the pad away, feeling sick and stumbled out to where the air was fresher, trying to decide what to do. She deserved to be somewhere else, not waste away to a skeleton in the back places of the Ark. Shouldn't her grandfather be informed? Would he even remember her? How awful to be just a no one. Even if Clarke brought her body forth, would anyone come to a funeral for her? Did anyone think of her, ever? She'd been nearly six when she vanished…that was a long time ago.
And she couldn't get over how much she looked like Octavia. Maybe she could get Bellamy to come, but maybe not. Maybe he'd look at it and all he'd see was his sister. Wouldn't that be just awful?
She sat for a long time, just contemplating all her options. She kept getting side tracked, thinking about Octavia and Melody. Melody and Octavia. If Octavia was allowed to be out, she would come to Melody's funeral, since it was just sort of common practice that you came to your double's funeral, even if you never knew them. Of course, she couldn't, because she was illegal. The funny thing was that Melody wasn't and yet she lived her whole life like she was, and what did it even amount to? She was dead. She could have been anything she wanted, married and had children…it was unfair. She had the chance to go out and live, and yet she hid away from the world. Clarke was unfairly angry at this dead girl, who had been too young to know what to do, on behalf of Octavia.
And then…in a moment…the craziest thought Clarke had ever had slammed into her.
She fumbled in her medical bag for a scalpel and a plastic bag. She took a couple pictures on her pad of the girl, from all angles. Then, she took the girl's arm with the chip, laying it across her lap, and then she paused.
What she was about to do, what she was thinking of doing, was possibly a thousand different ways unethical and gave no respect to her dead body and life. But yet, on the polar opposite of her thoughts, perhaps Melody's death didn't have to be meaningless? What if she could be used for something undeniably good? Melody, like anyone, might want that.
Clarke didn't think a second longer, she deftly cut along the old scar where they'd put in the chip and fished it out. She put it in her bag, and stuck it in her pocket.
Next, she went back to the place where her parents had lived, and asked around about Melody to the few friends that were listed by the parent's name; or people that had expressed deep sadness at their passing. She first visited the grandfather, and he had no recollection whatsoever of a granddaughter or a daughter. It was sad, but not bad for Clarke's plans.
She learned from the few people she could track down that Melody's parents were loners in school, and loners in adult life. Their 'friends' were more people that didn't mind them. Melody had been an accident. They didn't recall much about, and when Clarke showed them some pictures of a couple kids around Melody's age (including a recent picture of Octavia) saying that they'd gotten a 'tip' about a possible Melody and asked them which picture might be of her, and most people guessed that if she were to look like anything, it would be Octavia's picture. So, at least, twenty people could buy this helter-skelter plan of Clarke's. No one expressed too much of a remembrance of her, though, so Octavia was close enough to be good enough.
This was a risky deal, but Clarke only felt confident as she left. She went back, wrapped up the body in the towel, and dragged it to the nearest Air Lock. Because of her plan, Melody couldn't have a wide funeral, so Clarke did the motions herself, wishing her a safe journey to the ground. She shed a tear, and thanked Melody for what she'd be doing (even if she didn't know it) and pressed the red button, watching the body float away.
Well, she was too far into this plan now to give up.
She strode confidently find Bellamy, and found him in the after-school room. She summoned him, and picked Jasper up and dragged him away. Her expression must have been slightly intimidating, because no one questioned pulling them both back to her room.
She paced when they reached there.
Since Jasper had found out about Octavia, the pair had been together. It had been three months, and they were both head over heels for each other. He came when no one else was there to keep her company (and, likely to make out) and Clarke had never seen her happier. Bellamy grudgingly confirmed she hadn't been. He had brought up the protests that she only fell in love with him because he was the first guy outside him or Simon that was free, but then Clarke pointed out that he'd apparently been smitten with her since they were children and she was the first girl he ever liked.
He couldn't judge their relationship after that, and Clarke just said 'like brother, like sister'. And, Jasper was good to her. Incredibly good.
"Clarke, you're scaring me. You look like you're going to pace through the floor." Bellamy finally jolted her from her thoughts.
"Why am I here…?" Jasper asked cautiously, "I'm confused."
"I don't know either." Bellamy gave a baffled look to Jasper. Since accepting his relationship with his sister, they'd went back to being friends.
"I have a crazy, bat-shit crazy plan. It's so insane I think it might work." Clarke finally said, and both boys just continued staring at her blankly.
"About what?"
"Octavia." She said. Bellamy leaned forward.
"Clarke…" He said sternly, a warning.
"No, just…listen. Hear me out." She said, and tapped up the screen to the pictures she'd taken of Melody. She held it out and both Bellamy and Jasper jumped up.
"It's not Octavia," She hurried to say, "But I thought that too when I saw her."
"Bull." Jasper snapped, on edge, "Who is that then?" He seemed ready to run all the way to Octavia's house to make sure she was okay.
"Meet Melody Byers. Orphaned at age six, ran away at age seven, declared 'dead' at age ten, actually died probably a week ago." She said.
Both boys relaxed a little, still looking at Clarke with clueless expressions.
"So, you found Octavia's look-alike." Bellamy said, not understanding, "Cool?"
"Very cool. This girl, Melody, its like she didn't exist. But the glory of it is that she did. She is documented and all. Hardly anyone remembers her, but she is the uncanny match for Octavia, or what Melody would look like if she were to grow up and survive all those years as an orphan. She's twenty three and free."
Clarke paused, feeling her heart beat before giving the big reveal, setting down her pad and taking out the small bag, "And…before I gave her a funeral today and sent her to earth, I took out her chip."
She threw it on the table and waited for the light bulb to click on.
Jasper reached it first.
"Oh my god…" He whispered, staring at the bloody chip like it was the most glorious thing he'd ever seen, "You don't think we could…"
"Make her Melody?" Bellamy finished, a second behind Jasper, his whole face between awe and fear, "Could we even pull it off?"
"An adult orphan has ever resurfaced before, not like this. It would be tricky, but I've been thinking it through all day. We put the chip in Octavia. I go in and do a blood test and switch Octavia's test in Melody's file so on the off chance someone tests her blood, it's a match. Make sure their blood types are saying the same thing on the page."
"That's illegal, I'm sure." Bellamy said, not in a disapproving tone but a questioning tone.
"I'd be willing to do that for her." Clarke said, 110% positive she was willing to take the risk.
"Holy shit…" That's really all Bellamy could manage to say. It was overwhelming, to say the least. It was almost so unbelievable that it could be mistaken as a dream, but this was real.
"She can get out of the room?" Jasper was grinning ear to ear, "Clarke…you'd be her hero, forever."
"It's not done yet, this plan." Clarke winced at about what she was about to say next, "Jasper…this is where you come in."
"Me?"
"Well, here's the problem. Although she's of age, 23, she's never learned to do a job. She couldn't go into anything. Her family room was given to a new family and her grandfather is in a care facility, so she'd have nowhere to go. We could chance it, say she wants to live with Bellamy, but there could be whole other problems that arise from that we can't foresee. People looking too close into your house, realizing someone's been living there for years…maybe someone connecting the dots about a sudden reappearance. No, we can't have anyone studying your house in particular too closely. She has to go somewhere else. Melody has no means, her family wasn't rich and her grandfather doesn't have anything to bequeath to her. Octavia gets her freedom…but why can't she have it all. But if a pair gets married, you've given a suitable new house by the board and she would have money and security and all the safety that comes with a marriage certificate…" Clarke licked her lips, watching Jasper's reaction closely.
"Oh." Bellamy said, frowning. She half expected him to be livid, threatening Jasper's life and manhood at this point. Instead, he looked deep in thought.
"You want me to marry Octavia." Jasper said quietly, but not shocked or disgusted, but extremely pensive.
"Marry Melody." Clarke reminded with a meaningful wink, "Outside of us, of me, you, Simon, Bellamy, and her mom…she's Melody Byers. You could have met her on the Ark, fallen in love. Everyone loves a good love story like that." Clarke said dryly.
"I love her, and I'd love to marry her." Jasper said without missing a beat, "But I won't force her into it. She's giving up a lot, even if she is gaining a lot. She would be giving up not only her last name but also her first. She'd be giving up her relation to her real family."
"But it's worth it." Bellamy said, surprisingly on board with it, "To become Melody Byers, or…" He only gave a slight pause and long sigh, "Melody Jordan…she'd get a whole new life."
"You're okay with this?" Jasper asked, trying to gauge his real feelings.
"About Octavia getting married at the age of 17 to a guy she's only been seeing for three months?"
"When you put it like that…" Jasper muttered, his expression falling.
"Look, it's not ideal. But it's more than I could have ever expected for her. She should get to marry someone, have a family, and have a life. We only have this chance, because of the similarities between the two. This is a godsend. This wouldn't work any other way. I think for me to reject this because I have to be the protective older brother is selfish of me. I give you my blessing." He finished.
"We should probably consult the person this whole thing is about." Clarke reminded them.
"Yes, yes, of course." Jasper nodded enthusiastically, "Do you guys know any places where I can get a ring?" He asked, and Clarke couldn't help but break into a smile.
"Take this." Bellamy reached into his pocket, fishing out some coins, "It was my payday today. Consider it an early wedding gift. I'm sure you can find something nice and worthwhile at the commissary with that." He said.
"I can't accept this, Blake." Jasper shook his head.
"I'm forcing you to. You marry my sister, you do it right."
"Yes sir." He turned, "You go explain it to her, I go find a ring?" He asked.
"We'll see you back at the house." Bellamy agreed.
The jog back to the Blake house was filled with tension and an exhilarating anticipation. It seemed surreal that this could actually be happening.
Octavia was alone, humming along to the Ark radio when they entered.
"Yo." She greeted them, giving them a salute. She did a double-take, "What is with those ridiculous looking grins?" She demanded, raising an eyebrow.
"Octavia…" Bellamy coughed, "We…we have a plan."
Clarke quickly went through the whole first part of the plan to Octavia, watching the girl's eyes widen with each passing second. Tears grew in her eyes, and she was openly sobbing by the time Clarke finished.
"You're lying, this isn't for real." She said, her whole body shaking at she hid her thousand-watt smile behind her hands.
"It's for real." Bellamy assured and Clarke looked behind her to see he was crying too. He didn't even try to hide it. She felt herself tear up. She loved Octavia like a sister. This was a dream come true. It was a fairytale.
"Wait…wait…" Octavia was laughing now, holding up a hand, "Why do I get the feeling that there's more? Y'all both still have those smiles on your faces…I recognize it…it's the conniving smile mom and I had the first day you came home raving about Clarke, Bell. It was the day, although you denied it, we knew you two would end up together."
There was a knock on the door and Jasper's voice.
"Right on time…" Bellamy said, opening it, "We just got finished telling her part A of Clark's plan." He said meaningfully.
"Course, course."
"Jasper!" She squealed, throwing her at him, "Can you believe it? We get to be together, for real! Outside of this."
"You're not going to leave me now that you can move on to better things?" He teased, although Clarke knew he was a little concerned about it as it was. It was a fear that maybe she would realize she didn't really love him once she met other guys, or that she was just settling for now. She shook her head, hitting him in the arm.
"Don't be stupid. You are the best there is out there, seriously. You were with me when it really mattered. I'm sticking with ya, sorry, bud." She assured.
"Sorry, Octavia…" He chuckled, shaking his head, "Don't ever be sorry for being with me." He looked at Clarke, "Part 2?"
"Yes, part 2….for it to fully work, we think you should marry Jasper." There was a small silence. Octavia didn't look upset, nor angry or scared, but just sort of stupefied. Clarke explained her thoughts, and Octavia nodded with understanding. Bellamy watched carefully for her expression for any sign of doubt or that she didn't want this. He saw none.
Clarke finished, and before Octavia could say anything, Jasper tapped her shoulder. She turned, and he got down on a knee.
"So…hey." He said.
"Hey." Octavia replied, her eyes watering again. Clarke was pretty sure she'd never seen Octavia cry so much, ever, but she was glad it was tears of joy.
"Look, don't think I'm marrying you because of this whole thing. I'm marrying you, saying yes to this, because I goddman want it. I know in my heart that I would have made this work, married you, one day. So does it matter if it's tomorrow or a year or three years? I'm marrying you because I want to be married to you, not just for show or to get you out of here…although that is a great bonus. I want it to be as real as I feel for you." He said, holding out a delicate and simple gold ring. It wasn't ostentatious, and no diamond or gems, but it was simple and perfect. He held it out to her.
She was nodding before she could find the words.
"Yes, yes." She finally said, "I want you to know I'm not settling with you so I can get out of here. I'm doing it because I love you. You gotta know I wouldn't do it for anything less." She fisted his shirt, pulling him toward her for a teary kiss.
"Yeah," Jasper agreed, standing back and sliding the ring on, "If there's one thing I've learned about Octavia Blake it's that you don't do anything because someone tells you to or because it's the way it should be done. You can be brutally honest about how you feel in a situation." He winced but smiled, and Bellamy gave a grunt of agreement.
"Oh my god…I'm getting married." Octavia whispered, staring at her finger.
"So…" Clarke interrupted their happy moment, "Tonight, I'll put in the tracker. I know my mom is developing this ultra-healing scar stuff, and it's been working in a couple cases. I can try it on you, so it looks like the scar was there for years already. Then, soon, we'll make Melody's miraculous re-entrance to society. You and Jasper can go apply for a marriage license. Bellamy and I can pretend that you two met a while ago, and we have gotten to know you as a person over these last few months and can vouch for your relationship with Jasper. Convince him to send it through. Then…well, the rest is happily ever after."
"I always thought those words were reserved for fairy tales only." Octavia said, shaking her head in still mild disbelief, "God, I keep expecting like I'm going to wake up and it will have all been a really shitty dream because it's not real."
"Nope, real life." Bellamy said, leaning over to pinch her. She swatted his hand away.
"You ready?" Clarke asked, holding up the bag with the chip.
"What about mom?" Octavia asked Bellamy suddenly, "What will she say?"
"You're seventeen, you're legally an adult. After this you'll really be an adult. I guess she could say no, but we might never get this chance again."
"Do you want to talk to her first?" Clarke asked, a little embarrassed she didn't think of that, but Octavia shook her head.
"Ask for forgiveness, not permission." She said, holding her arm out. Her other hand snaked to find Jasper's for strength.
Clarke looked at her own wrist to see how far down and how big the incision was. There was no hesitation as she put the knife into Octavia's skin. Octavia whimpered, and Clarke turned the implant into her arm, scanning side up. It latched onto her arm, and Clarke sewed her arm together. When she ran the scanner over Octavia's now bloody wrist, Melody's tracker number came up.
"There's a sight I thought I'd never see…Octavia getting scanned." Bellamy whispered, shaking his head.
"Let's try this…" Clarke whispered more to herself, putting the gel onto Octavia's scar. It burned, but when Clarke wiped it away, her scar appeared older…like it hadn't been made today.
"Usually, my mom would do three or so more coats of it, make the scar vanish, but this is good."
Clarke looked over to see Bellamy deep in thought.
"I think we need more people to pull this off." He said, which was possibly the most surprising thing he'd ever said or that Clarke could have ever thought he would say. If she were to write down a sentence she thought he would never utter, it might have been close to that.
"What?" Octavia sputtered.
"Well, Clarke doesn't know how to hack into a doctor's file. And also, what makes things believable is alibis…back ups, truth. At this point, the more people we bring in on this, the more people Jaha has to look at to believe she is Melody and she did fall in love with Jasper."
"Who are you thinking?" Clarke questioned.
"Monty." Jasper answered immediately, sighing, "I'd really like to tell Monty. Obviously, we can keep a secret. Your dad's secret project."
"Miller." Bellamy answered right away too.
"He's a guard…his dad is Chief of Guard. Are you sure?" Jasper wrung his hands.
"He's good. His dad is an awesome guy. He sides with light instead of the law, love instead of war. If he knew about this, I think he'd approve. And Miller? He's dependable. I trust him with my life."
"Okay, so there are two." Clarke nodded.
"Simon, Raven, for two more. Murphy? Raven will want to bring him. Can we trust him?"
"We can." Jasper said, "We're buds. He's not bad, just grumpy. I trust him, if that counts."
"It does." Clarke agreed, "Wells and Bree."
"What? Bring the chancellor's kid in?"
"Wells ain't no snitch." Clarke said firmly.
"Aren't you two still fighting?" Bellamy questioned.
"We made up…I just realized I have secrets I don't tell him either. Like Octavia, until now. I don't want to fight with him my whole life. He's my other best friend." She said, "He knows how to convince his dad of stuff. Also, if I point out that she's taking the place of someone- and therefore consuming no extra food or oxygen- he might be more willing."
"I don't know, Clarke." He frowned, "I think it's too risky to tell him."
"In the end, it's Octavia's choice to include him or not." Clarke decided, "it's her big, master plan we're doing this for." She pointed out.
"I trust both of you equally." Octavia moaned, "And I don't even know the guy. You can't expect me to choose. Jasper?" She looked at her fiancée to answer.
"Bree, we can trust her, but she's more tied to Wells than our friend group. Wells…I get the feeling he's often torn between living up to the expectation of being a son of a Chancellor and making his own moral choices." Jasper observed wisely, "In the end, he would be a good piece to have on our side. And he won't tell." He said with a decided nod.
"You sound so sure…" Octavia said, questioning.
"Because Clarke will ask him not to, and he won't." Jasper said as though it was common knowledge, "Because as much as I'm sure he loves Bree, he loves Clarke more. He always has."
Clarke let out a guffaw.
"What?" She nearly choked on her own laughter, "He does not."
"He has since you guys were like this big." Jasper made a motion with his hands, and it was hardly more than an inch apart, "And he never had the guts to tell you. We all know, except you, but we never said anything or pushed it because you were clearly meant to be with Bellamy." Jasper said, "I really thought you knew." He frowned, adding the last part as more of a pensive afterthought.
"He is." Bellamy agreed sourly, "Why do you think I was so ready to fight him all the time when we were younger? We were always both fighting for your affections and preference?" He pointed out.
"I just thought you were both idiots…" Clarke said faintly. Octavia apparently wasn't the only one with a revelation today. Wells was in love with her? This whole time?
"I guess I forgot about that. Yeah, if Clarke approaches him, he wouldn't dare make her mad and tell on her. We can trust him."
Clarke frowned, "I suddenly am not happy with where this went. I don't' feel right using him like that, using his feelings for this." She bemoaned.
"Well, you might as well put his useless pining to use." Bellamy said, which elicited a very angry look from Clarke.
"If you guys really think we should have him, I'll ask him. But I'm not manipulating him." She hissed.
"Okay." Bellamy agreed, nodding, but she wasn't sure if he believed her, "I think Monroe and Harper deserve to be in on it too. Gina…if you're alright with that." He said, looking at Clarke.
"Why wouldn't I be?" Clarke frowned, "You're friends. I'm friends with her…she's really sweet. I agree."
"That's it, then." Jasper was nodding, "That makes Monty, Raven, Murphy, Miller, Wells, Simon, Bree, Monroe, and Harper…" He was rubbing his hands, "This could, no… this will work."
"You know what that means, right O?" Bellamy asked, and she sent him a tilted stare and he couldn't help it but his whole face broke out in a wide grin, "You're meeting the gang."
And you all thought I didn't have a plan for Octavia or I'd send her to the SkyBox-no such plans!
So, remember, part two of this is coming this weekend, but the quicker you all review the more inclined I'll be to post it... ;)
So, in my world, I just found out they're making a Warrior Cats Movie. I want to be guarded, because it could go HORRIBLY, but I just can't help it :) Now I get the hype for like Lemony Snickets (never read it as a child) but the Warriors series is the start of everything for me- it's where my pen name originates from and I couldn't change it just because I like remembering where my writing started. It's been YEARS since I read it, but I feel like a kid again and I can just remember those long nights reading with the light of a flashlight (pre phones) when I was supposed to be sleeping to get to the next chapter...ahh...any other Warrior fans out there?
In worse news, I'm in the TV Show pit...as in I just finished watching all of House MD on Netflix and I don't know what to do with my life. I didn't think I would love it as much as I did. And I truly think that House/Wilson are soulmates...the best example out there. I don't even ship them romantically and I think this is a great example of a TV show that shows that soulmates can just be best friends.
Anyway, remember to review!
