So...that took awhile...for some reason, this was just like a stone in my path of writing. Idk why, honestly. BUT THIS WHOLE SEASON HOLY F. More thoughts about that at the bottom here.

But anywho, here's the new chapter. A little shorter, I really do apologize. I'm hoping to get the next one out within 2 weeks. Goal; post a chapter every week to two weeks for this until it's done. It's nearly there, you guys!

Thanks to all my reviewers: Emperor's Sister, Guest, Nexitye, Red656, JCarabaguiaz, heidi1245401, Kimber, Miatanso, and liferscove2118!

Kimber: I love talking to the people that read my story! Plus, I have so much more to talk about than what's just written here haha. It gives me a chance to ramble. And now that you explain it, I get what you were getting at XD. Aww, thanks. And yeah, EL James really grinds me :/

Guest: Thank you!


14 Years after Start of Program

Clarke woke up with a start. She blinked at the dimmed lights of her bedroom for a moment, yawning in slight confusion and turned over to stare at the light of her clock blinking back at her. As the previous day's events tumbled back to her, she sat up, pulling her fingers through her hair. Her fingers patted around the bed for something to slip over her naked body and found Bellamy's shirt. She turned over to see Bellamy already up.

"Hey, we fell asleep…it's late." She said, laughing a bit. They'd been up talking and well, doing other things. She didn't think her parents would care all too much. She was very much an adult at this stage and they weren't in the habit of lecturing her much anymore. They had their own problems to worry about. Plus, it was Bell. It wasn't like it was some deviant boy sneaking into their daughter's bedroom. Hell, he could probably sleep here and they wouldn't care.

She stretched languidly, thinking that was one of the best naps she'd had in forever, until she realized Bellamy was staring at the wall…silent, unmoving. She scooted down the bed until she sat next to him, watching his eyes. They were just so numbed, his gaze never leaving the wall straight in front of him. Clarke didn't have to ask what he was thinking about, she had a good guess. Killing anyone, even someone who deserved it, couldn't be an easy thing to reconcile with. Especially not someone who he had considered a best friend.

In the months following the attack, Bellamy had been tight lipped about it all after admitted to Clarke that Ana wasn't already dead when he arrived, that he'd killed her. When Clarke tried to ask again, Bellamy had just shut down. So Clarke hadn't asked.

In all ways, he seemed fine at work. He was flourishing with his new responsibilities and even more determined to produce a generation of new, loyal guards men. He joked and laughed and was back to the smooth Bellamy Blake she knew and loved. But there were always bags under his eyes, and until now she had only theorized why.

"Bell?" She whispered quietly, trying to revive him from his state. He hardly answered.

She went and gently slipped her hand into his, and then mindfully pressed their wrists together. It was so much more than a simple touch; where their wrists pressed together like this was where Clarke had made their tattoos so that it brushed, like this.

Bellamy seemed to acknowledge this motion, and he stared at Clarke as though he just realized that she had sat by him.

"How long was I…" he asked softly, shaking his head.

"Dunno, I woke up and found you like this." She said, "Is this what happens when you try to sleep?"

"Yeah." He finally admitted, shoulders sagging and breath defeated, "I'll never be able to put to rest if what I did was…right." His voice broke a tiny bit. Bellamy's whole life, for the most part, was strictly guided by right and wrong. To be in such a gray area was killing him.

She knew it had been a tough blow, finding Ana a betrayer. He felt it so personally, like he felt everything. Clarke had been hurt too, but it had been easy to morph her face into a monster when she thought of Monroe. Bellamy had never been good at compartmentalizing, especially not now.

"There never will be a sufficient answer," Clarke decided to answer him honestly. This seemed to surprise him a bit. She hadn't said her opinion on it, and even now she wasn't sure if it's what she would have done or what she would have agreed to. But it had happened…they had to live with it all now.

"You see, people, if they knew, they'll twist it every which way. She was a murderer, she was a human being, you're a hero, and you're a killer…" Clarke watched his mouth press into a thin line. Clearly, nothing he hadn't thought of before, "What matters is the facts. Ana was conspiring to hurt us. She intentionally put the bomb knowing it would harm, even kill, people. She tried to kill Raven and Al. She might have believed in the cause wholeheartedly, and so ergo she thought it was right. Most people will think her actions are wrong. We can't let these things define us all the time, otherwise we'd go mad." Clarke said in one big breath, "You killed Ana. She's dead, she's gone, and you can't take it back."

Bellamy seemed minorly comforted by this, but he still looked down, "I'll never stop seeing her." He said. Clarke frowned.

"I didn't think that the lack of sleep would cause hallucinations so soon," She murmured, sitting on her knees to start to examine him.

"Not like that." Bellamy swatted her hand away, "I see her when I look at my guards uniform. I see her when I watch Matt learn to walk with one leg, when I see how far Brad has come in his sign language, when I watch Fox and Sterling refuse to leave each other's side. I see it when I walk through the old Project area, see them rebuilding it but know that it will always hold blood within the walls." He said, "She will haunt me."

"Diana Sydney did most of it, though." Clarke pointed out, "Ana was a pawn, sent to her slaughter."

"I didn't know Sydney like I knew Ana." Bellamy answered though, eyes wide and shaking his head.

"We should go back to sleep," Clarke whispered gently, rubbing her palm down his cheek.

"I can't." He said in a sharp tone, "Whenever I do I see-," he broke off, locking his jaw. Clarke's frown deepend slightly.

"Okay, no sleep. We'll just…rest. We have a big day a head of us tomorrow anyway, you know." She pointed out. Bellamy's eyes seemed to clear and he gave a small, kind smile.

"Yeah, Simon and Uma." He agreed. He let Clarke pull him back to the middle of the big bed.

"We don't have to sleep," Clarke repeated, "Just focus on me, okay?" She said, twining her fingers with his.

"Okay, Clarke." He agreed.

The morning came much quicker than Clarke expected. She, true to her promise, hadn't fallen asleep. Bellamy, however, had…much to her relief. But even when his breathing evened and she realized that he was slipping into sleep, she couldn't let herself. What if he woke up, freaking out? For now, her tiredness was worth his sanity.

He didn't say anything about it, and when he came outside, rubbing his bed head, Jake didn't even raise an eyebrow.

"Muffins, Bellamy?" He asked, using a spatula to scoop underneath the pan, "They're blueberry. We had a good blueberry harvest, as I'm sure Monty's told you all." He said.

"Sure." Bellamy said, "Can I take two?" He said, then caught himself, and frowned. Years after, and he was still in the habit of sneaking a second one for Octavia. But she didn't need him to do that anymore…she had the ability to make blueberry muffins if she wanted on her own.

Jake didn't even notice though, "Of course. I might have been a little overzealous…I mean, I just didn't want the batter to go to waste." He said, side stepping to reveal a small mountain of muffins.

"If we keep these here, you'll eat all of them." Clarke said, standing on her tiptoes and grabbing a bag from the cabinets, "We might as well bring them around to people." She said.

"Isn't it someone's wedding today? I'm sure they'd be great at the reception." Jake said.

"Yeah, Simon and Uma's." Bellamy said, nodding with a widening grin.

"You're close to the boy, aren't you?" Jake asked, scratching his head, "He's the one with the-,"

"Yep." Clarke cut her father off before he could say 'illegal sister'. She checked her refection in the gritty mirror next to the sink.

"You look fine, Clarke." Bellamy said, and she turned, sticking her tongue out.

"We're going to be late if we don't go." Clarke said, satisfied, and turning to her dad, "You'll be okay?" She asked, looking meaningfully at the bowls of empty batter.

"Yeah, yeah. I have an important meeting today anyway. Can't think of much else besides that." He said absently. Clarke looked unsure about leaving her dad, but Bellamy tugged her along.

They reached the civil marriage room right in time for the ceremony to start. There wasn't a big crowd. This was the first marriage since the bombing, and feelings were defiantly on edge. On one hand, everyone in their group had come out stronger from the tragedy, but on the other…

Sometimes it was easier to not look pain in the eye. Even so, Simon and Uma weren't the most popular people in the group (nor the least popular, Bellamy thought to add in his mind). Bellamy and Clarke were there, along with Benny and Teal. Bellamy's expression fell when he realized that's all that were there. Raven had been originally invited, but she'd been having problems with her leg and was even more invested in her 'secret project'. Monroe also likely would have been here, since her and Uma had been closer, but obviously she couldn't. But that wasn't why his frown had appeared.

Clarke noticed, and nudged him.

"We petitioned to let Charlotte out for it." He said, sighing, "I had really thought the petition would go through." He said. Clarke nodded in quiet understanding, going over to arrange the muffins artfully on the plate.

Their ceremony was short, although not lacking love. Simon was wearing his best with a tie and Uma was wearing a lacy dress that might have been white once, but time had colored it slightly tea-tinted, but the intent was still there. Their vows to each other were enough to make the least romantic person in the room tear up and Clarke was glad she was here to see this.

Afterward, Simon and Uma didn't leave each other's sides.

"I'm sorry about Char," Bellamy said, putting his hands in his pocket.

Simon's face fell a bit, "Yeah, it sucks." He agreed, "But I didn't get my hopes up too much. I couldn't." He said. He looked around, "I'm more surprised Monty didn't show up." He said.

"Monty?" Clarke asked, tilting her head.

"Uma invited him on behalf of Zoe. He said he'd be here." Simon said, looking concerned.

"He's been having a rough time, you know." Uma said, blinking with her big eyes at Clarke. She knew that he was, but she hadn't known it was so…bad.

"I should probably go check on him." Clarke murmured to Bellamy, "Later." She'd done her best to stay away, not wanting to bother him, since all her offers had come with his firm insistence he was fine and didn't want to be pitied. Clarke had believed him on the first level, but not deep down.

"Yeah. I agree. Maybe I should go with you." Bellamy said, frowning. He still felt responsible for Zoe, on some level, just as he felt responsible for Ana's death. He felt responsible for the whole thing, if Clarke was reading him right, which was stupid. Yet he was still under the impression that he should have seen the threat of her anti-government rambling sooner, taken them more seriously. If that was the case, Clarke told him, then everyone should feel responsible because no one took her monologues to heart. It was just something that was Ana and Clarke had thought by the time she was old enough to think differently it was a defining factor and she didn't want to let that slip away.

"Actually, I was wondering if you could take us to the SkyBox?" Simon said, "Unless you feel-,"

"I can handle it." Clarke said, putting a hand on Bellamy's shoulder, "He might feel more up to talk if I go alone or bring Jasper."

Bellamy gave a long exhale but agreed.

Clarke left the party a little earlier, but since she was more tied to Bellamy than to Simon or Uma didn't feel too bad. Besides, if she were getting married, she couldn't imagine she'd be able to handle a long reception when there were so many better things to be doing- in Simon's case, seeing his sister.

She tried his house first, to no avail.

"I hope you can get through to him. We've been trying, but he just shuts down." Mrs. Green said, sighing and shaking her head.

"He feels like he's lost it all, you know that." Mr. Green said. Clarke had always found Mr. Green to be more in line with his son's thoughts.

Clarke felt this. The two people he'd been in love with had been matched with each other and then the girl he had been matched with, and they'd started to love each other in a sense, had died. No wonder he was losing it, he felt like everything was slipping through his fingers. If anyone had something to be upset about concerning this project, it was Monty.

He wasn't at Jasper's and Octavia's either.

"He's not fine," Jasper said in exasperation, "Would you be fine?" He questioned Clarke.

"Well, I'm trying to help him." Clarke said, "I just want to find him."

"I've tried to help." Jasper said, "It's not something I can do more of right now. He has to want to be helped." He said, "Octavia thought of that one." He added.

"Well, has he been coming to work?" Clarke questioned worriedly.

"He's been let off for as long as he needs." Jasper waved a hand, "Besides, Raven's thrown herself into the project enough to make up for five of us." He said, but seeing Clarke's deep scowl dropped his grin.

"Do you know where he might be?" She asked.

Jasper gave a half-hearted shrug, "Someone like Monty that doesn't want to be found won't." He said unhelpfully.

"You seem awfully blasé about your best friend." Clarke bit out.

"I would do anything he asked of me," Jasper's tone grew hard, "But I can't make miracles. I can't make someone want to live who doesn't want to."

Clarke nearly choked on her own breath, "He doesn't want to live anymore?" She hissed.

"No! That came out wrong, he's not-," Jasper pinched the bridge of his nose, "Just, look, I'm not good at talking. But I don't see how you're going to do anything I couldn't." Jasper said.

"We'll just see about that!" Clarke said angrily, stalking away. She refused to believe that she was helpless in this situation.

Next, she went to Miller's place, hoping he would have more information about him. She was surprised to find Harper and Bryan with Miller, the three of them together and looking comfortable, but no Monty.

"I admit I wasn't going to go to you all at first, well…" Clarke said once she was sitting, albeit uncomfortably, between them all.

"Because of how he felt about us?" Harper raised an eyebrow, motioning between herself and Miller.

"Erm-,"

"We all knew about it. It wasn't a secret." Bryan said, and then chuckled, "I'm serious, it wasn't."

"It…wasn't?" Clarke said. She'd been under the impression that his crush on Miller was at least under the surface.

"Not since we got the names of our betrothed and all got together and had a good venting session." Harper said dryly, "We figured we would all implode if we let our feelings continue on without ever saying anything, even if it wasn't reciprocated."

"Feelings? As in…more than one of you?" She said, scrutinizing them.

"Girl, we might as well draw you a chart." Harper said, giggling.

Clarke sat up straight, "I'm a smart girl, I can follow." She insisted.

"Well, Monty loves Harper and Miller. Miller loves Bryan and Monty. Zoe loved me, but I'm completely straight. I love Monty. Bryan loves Miller and is close friends with all of us. Monty probably would have fallen in love with Zoe if they had stayed together, and vice versa. I love Miller like a best friend, because we are betrothed and we're quite compatible, except for me not being a guy." Harper said, using her hands to gesticulate between people.

"So what?" Clarke said, frowning, "You were all going to just be one big…"

"Family." Bryan interrupted, "Why make it sounder more crass than it is? I love Miller, and I'm not going to leave him because of this. We always wanted a kid, well we'd talked about it, and this fixes things."

"I was going to step down so that we could get three house units together, instead of living in Alpha. A single one for Bryan. Doubles for the four of us that are coupled. We would have lived just as one, I dunno," Miller ran his hands over his shaved head, "It's really had to explain it to someone who doesn't have a connection like this."

"Uh-huh…" Clarke said, squinting slightly.

"Zoe and Monty would have had their kid, me and Miller would have had ours. Or we talked about maybe finding a way for it to be Monty's, you know. Would they really be checking? And then Bryan was going to adopt an orphan anyway one day, because of Octavia-,"

"I won't tell anyone, I promise. She told me herself." Bryan broke in when Clarke swung her head around in horror, "And I think that even if this story of her being an orphan is bogus there are a lot of orphans on the ship and I would have the means." He said.

"And there wouldn't be any 'mother and father' in the traditional sense, but we'd all raise them." Miller finished.

Clarke frowned, looking at them. This wasn't exactly the reason she'd come, but it was interesting nonetheless.

"And now?" She asked, looking around.

"Same plan, just…" Harper swallowed thickly, "Minus Zoe I guess." She whispered.

"Yeah, it's been hard though. Even if each member didn't love each other romantically, we all did love each other." Bryan said.

"Hardest for Monty."

"He can't let it go?" Clarke whispered quietly in question.

"The opposite, he let it go too easily, I think." Harper said, "I don't think it's really hit him, not yet." She said, "He hasn't grieved yet." Her fingers dug at the cushion under her, "You know what I mean?"

Clarke thought of Bellamy. He was grieving all the time but everyday he was improving. As hard as this would be to get through, he would get through it. But you had to start somewhere.

"Yeah, I understand." She agreed.

"If you find him…just tell him to come home sometime. It's easier to get through things together," Harper said as Clarke began to stand. She gave a jerky nod and then found herself back out in the cool exterior of the Ark's hallways.

"Where are you, Monty?" She asked out loud. A memory floated through her mind, one years ago when Jasper had said that Monty's favorite place was the Sky window and Clarke had felt a bit annoyed because she felt like that was 'her' place. If she were upset, that's where she'd go.

And, low and behold, there he was…staring longingly out the great pane glass. He looked up as she approached, scowling.

"Who sent you? My mom, I bet. No-Harper," He said, guessing before she had a chance to say anything, "Probably Jasper, right? He's been insufferable…" He muttered, rolling what looked like some wires in his fingers.

"None," Clarke said, sitting on the bench, resting her elbows on her knees, "But you should be happy there's so many annoying people that love you." She pointed out.

Monty frowned, "None?"

"Can't I be nosy enough to send myself?" Clarke asked, giving a small smile. Monty opened his mouth to answer, but then let out a small chuckle.
"Yeah, I guess I should have seen that coming." He agreed, "You are nosy, but it's the mom of the group's job, I guess."

"In reality…what really led me here, uh, Uma and Simon."

The fog in his eyes cleared for a second and his mouth hung open with shock and he shook his head, "It wasn't- I missed it?" He asked. Clarke nodded.

Monty curled into a ball, shaking his head, "Zoe would have loved to be there." He said, "Disappointed her, once again…" He gave a long sigh.

"No," Clarke cooed softly, "It's not like that at all. They weren't mad, Monty, they understood." She said. Her words hardly seemed to reach him. He pressed a palm to the window.

"I think about earth a lot…and Zoe. The connection."

"What exactly? The fact that she's down there, now?" She asked.

"I can't tell you. It's not that I can't find words, it's that I can't tell you. One day I will and you'll get it. Why this whole thing was just a shitty joke about it. She always wanted to go to earth, like most of us. It's just cruel."

His words didn't make a lot of sense to Clarke, but she'd been trained in grief tactics when becoming a doctor. She knew sometimes the best thing was to just let people talk, even if it sounded like they were crazy.

"She was so small, wouldn't have hurt anyone. She was only in the guard to protect people, but god forbid she would have ever had to hurt someone, even someone who might have deserved it…" Monty shook his head, "Out of everyone, she didn't deserve this."

"I know." Clarke said and Monty turned on her, livid.

"You don't," He said sharply, "With all respect."

Clarke paused for a second, trying to find something to say to cool him down but he continued, "That's what pisses me off about it the most. Stupid people coming up and acting like they knew her so well. Telling me these hilarious stories about a time she was helping them make cookies and they spilt the flour all over themselves or how she drew a turtle for someone on a napkin and they still have it. But no one knew her like me- not even Harper or Miller or Bryan. No one could have, you understand? I was…we were…I loved her." His voice broke, "I loved her in the purest way, not even romantically but just loved her. Everyone acts like they did too."

"They are allowed their mourning," Clarke said gently.

"But not like me. People are mad because I'm not just bouncing back…they're mostly over it, why aren't I?" He said in a deeply mocking tone. Clarke frowned…Harper and the group were off. It wasn't that Monty hadn't mourned, it was that he was in too deep mourning. He couldn't see anything past his sorrow.

"You still have Harper," Clarke pointed out weakly, "Remember the good-,"

"Harper, marrying Miller." Monty said, "I always had Jasper too, but he's married with a kid now. I feel behind everyone. I feel left out. I don't have a future wife anymore."

His words were haunting to Clarke. She finally could see a glimmer of Monty's anguish. He had a life planned out; even if it wasn't what he thought it was going to be, it was clear. He was going to marry Zoe. They were going to have a kid together. They'd figure it out. And now that was yanked away. It left him open to maybe find love again but that seemed like such an arduous task in comparison to it all, and even so, it seemed impossible to continue on, being so derailed.

"You still have that secret project, don't you?" Clarke asked suddenly. Monty gave her a confused nod, "Well, that's important, right?"

"Very," Monty agreed solemnly, "Although, I haven't…your dad has been far too kind to me." He said. Clarke knew that her father had let him have as much time as he needed before he continued back to work.

"Maybe it's time to stop neglecting that, then?" Clarke offered quietly, "It's a distraction, if nothing else."

Monty's gaze gravitated back toward the earth. He got a thoughtful look on his face.

"I hadn't…you're right." He agreed, shock and surprise breaking over his face, "Zoe would want me to continue it."

There was a pause, "I'm okay now, Clarke. If you wouldn't mind, can you give me the room? I think I'd like to tell Zoe about the project, and you can't hear it." He said. Clarke felt a grin nudging at the edges of her lips.

"Absolutely. Promise me you'll go pay your respects to Simon and Uma after?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips. Monty gave a laugh, the first that he might have done in weeks and nodded.

"Yeah, yeah I think I will."

Satisfied, Clarke decided to go home. She'd have a talk with her dad about getting Monty back into work. She had a feeling Bellamy was still going to be at the prison with Charlotte anyway. She knew his affections for the young girl.

Meanwhile, at Uma and Simon's wedding reception, he had a fine time talking to the various guests and acting as a pseudo best-man for Simon, mostly be delegating people away and making sure that the bride and groom actually got a chance to eat or made excuses when members of the Ark dropped by that very clearly bored them to death. The whole idea of a 'best man' or a 'maid of honor' was an antiquated idea, since weddings were rarely big enough to require that, but Bellamy took his self-appointed job very seriously. And, in the end when almost all the guests had wandered away to their own things and the room was nearing empty, he helped clean up.

"Bell, you don't have to…" Simon pursed his lips, "We can do that," He say, catching Bellamy with a pile of plates to wash in his hands.

"Well, I'm waiting to take you both into the prison area anyway. Might as well pass the time," Bellamy said, and then patted his friend's shoulder, "Besides…it's your wedding day. You shouldn't have to work." Simon opened his mouth to argue before he realized Bellamy had nearly cleaned up the entire space and there were just small jobs here and there to do.

"Fine, but I'm washing these," Simon said, taking them away and rolling his eyes.

"I hope I can get Simon to fight me to wash the dishes in the future," Uma giggled, putting things back into a weathered cardboard box, "But somehow, I don't think that's going to happen." Her lips curled into a demure smile, "But really, Bellamy, we couldn't ask for a better friend."

Bellamy waved her to dismiss her compliment, but internally he was very pleased to hear such praise.

After everything was set away, Bellamy took the newlyweds to the Sky Box. Simon had a mostly-smashed piece of cake smuggled into his jacket. Technically, no foreign things were allowed to be brought in without extensive approval, food being the most difficult, but who was really going to tell Simon no? The one good thing about Shumway's betrayal was it weeded out his followers with him, who happened to mostly be the assholes that followed rules only when it was convenient to them or made someone else get in trouble.

The person on duty nodded quietly to Bellamy, as they signed in, flipping through an extremely old edition of Sports Illustrated. Bellamy didn't even know what half those 'games' were, and hadn't ever really played them either, but even he once took a turn with that battered copy, smiling at the pictures of earth more than anything else.

As they passed a cell that had held a boy Bellamy remembered well, now empty and ghastly, Bellamy felt his chest constrict. He'd meant to come back, see that boy before his 18th, but he'd got caught up in his own grief after the bombing.

Mostly, he just hoped someone was there. He hoped the kid didn't have to go out alone.

Charlotte was pacing in her cell, and her whole face lit up when she saw Bellamy, Simon, and Uma turn the corner.

"Finally," She enunciated, "I've been waiting since this morning for you guys to come by!" She said excitedly. She slung her arms outside of the bars of her cage, leaning up against it. At 13, she was starting to get gangly, just like Simon was at her age. She might need a bigger cot soon, since Bellamy could imagine her legs nearly at the end of the child one she had now. He made a mental note to look into that. Also, to see what his mother could do about her clothes. Clothing the prisoners properly still wasn't a high priority, but if there was one thing Octavia always had, it was fitting clothes, and right now the ends of Charlotte's sleeves were just a little too awkwardly high.

"Can't believe you two are married now," Charlotte gave a long sigh, "Wish I coulda been there…"

"Oh, you know we tried." Uma said, reaching through the bars to press their palms together.

"I mean, the last time I attacked someone was like years ago. I think they're all terrified if I'm let out again-,"

"The bombing has gotten everyone on edge," Simon cut in bitterly, "It's not fair you're taking the blunt of it when you haven't been a problem at all."

Charlotte gave a thin smile, "I figure if I keep being good, my chances of getting out only improve." She pointed out. She twiddled her fingers, "Plus, I don't blame them. I heard about Zoe," She swiveled her eyes to Bellamy, "Harper talks about her all the time. She hasn't been around, I figure that's why."

"Harper took it pretty hard," Bellamy agreed.

"I'm apologizing to you." Charlotte corrected, "You two were friends. Ana too."

Bellamy tried to force a smile, but his fists clenched so hard that little half-moon impressions were left upon his palms from his nails, "Ana was-,"

"Hey, you don't have to talk about her," Uma said, patting Bellamy's back, "We all get it."

Bellamy looked down, swallowing hard. He was still so angry, so fucking angry about it all. Sometimes his anger towards her was overwhelming, sometimes it was his sorrow. There were many times he'd heard a really nasty and dirty joke and think 'Wonder if Ana's heard that one?' and go to tell her before realizing she's dead. And that just makes him so pissed off he can't even describe it. Because she was so stupid as to believe that Sydney could do anything for her, that she was so justified. Perhaps that was the absolute worst of it.

Ana really believed what she was doing. That she couldn't even see how many people she'd hurt.

"We brought you this," Simon trying to extract the cake from his pocket brought Bellamy back. Charlotte licked her lips.

"Oh, thank god. The food's been awful lately." She groaned, eagerly reaching her fingers out.

"What?" Bellamy asked, frowning and tilting his head.

"The food. Gone down a ton in the last couple weeks. When I asked, someone said 'insufficient qualities," She pouted, "I guess if we're going through a shit crop, yeah, we would be the first to get the axe. Sometimes it's almost molding, a lot of times it's just yuck." Charlotte made a face, "And I'm used to the food here. I mean, it was never five-star quality, but it was edible, at least and-," Charlotte continued to ramble on, but Bellamy felt something shake him to his core.

It was such an off-hand statement. Probably nothing. Charlotte seemed ready enough to just accept it and move on. But what if they were having problems with the crops? What then? And did this at all have anything to do with Jake Griffin's secret task team?

"Earth to Bell-," Simon was waving his hands in front of his face, "You okay there?"

"Huh? Oh, yes, sure." Bellamy coughed, "I'll leave you all. Now that you're in, it shouldn't be a problem being in. I have something I need to see about."

"You're so you have to leave so fast," Charlotte pouted. He realized he'd been neglecting her as much as he'd been neglecting his friends of late. While ignoring Raven or Miller because he was so caught up in things was one thing, ignoring a child that hardly had anyone ever to talk to was another.

"I promise I'll be back soon, like this week. With some better food, now that I know about this." Charlotte smiled, accepting this.

"If you could get me a mango I would seriously worship you forever!" She said, and went back to grilling Simon and Uma about their now married-life.

Bellamy felt his feet leading him to Raven's room. When he approached, he almost lost the courage to knock. Raven had been dealing with her own problems lately too, what with her surgery and leg and all. They got the bullet out, but her leg went numb from her thigh down. Bellamy didn't understand why this was so important to her, so upsetting, since she spent most of her time in zero-G anyway, but Clarke said she'd been adamant.

Anyway, her adjusting to her new life wasn't anything fun.

The door swung open.

"I thought I heard a Blake slinking about," She teased.

"How could you have possibly heard me?" He grunted, his face blushing. She motioned for him to come in and immediately the scent of a delicious dinner squeezed him. He looked up in extreme surprise to see Murphy, of all people, at her little kitchen set.

"You have a very distinct footfall and mumble when you're unsure," Murphy told him.

"You…cook?" Bellamy gawked.

"Yes," Muphy said then turned, seeing his face, "It's not like you caught me knitting!" He rolled his eyes.

"You have to try this!" Raven said, stumbling over to the kitchen area, snatching the spoon from the bowl, and gaining a swat from Murphy, "here."

Bellamy looked at it curiously, "This isn't going to kill me…?" He asked unsurely.

"You big baby," Raven said, biting off a bit, "See? I'm not dropping dead." She held it out to him. The smell of it was just too delicious to pass up. He took it, taking a bite.

"My god, Murphy- you can cook!" He manages to laugh out, "Where have you been hiding this skill?"

"Under my sarcasm, obviously." Murphy replied, "Besides…Raven burns everything she touches. If I want to actually sustain myself, one of us had to step up to the plate."

"It's true," Raven winced, "He asked me to watch over his sauce the other day while he stepped out for some rations and it…well…" She pointedly looked down and Bellamy saw a blackened smear across the ground, apparently now forever in the apartment.

And, as he was looking down, he noticed an appendage on her leg- a brace of some sort. He had been wondering how she'd been moving around, but wasn't going to just ask something like that.

"Like what you see?" Raven wiggled her leg, "It was Raven's idea."

"Oh," Bellamy crossed his arms; "So Murphy's an engineer now too?" He questioned.

"You know what Blake? You can shove it, or else you won't get a plate of this," Murphy warned, half-serious.

"No, but he did go out looking for a solution, something better than crutches. Can't do shit while on crutches. Plus, this is a long term solution."

"Took a couple tries. Enlisted the help of Wick," Murphy said. Bellamy pulled an angry face.

"Wick?" He groaned.

"Yeah, he's a grade-A asshole and sleazy dude, but he knows how to build shit like this. He only made a pass or two at Raven."

"And I shut him up very quickly," Raven said with an innocent smile, "But seriously, I mean, I owe him. This has changed my life, and I only put it on three days ago."

"She can walk now, or, hobble." He ducked as Raven went to poke him.

She turned, "So what brought you over here in the first place?" She asked as she placed a plate of whatever Murphy made in front of him, he wasn't sure what but he'd eat a whole bucket of it. His excitement for this unexpected meal left with a more somber thought.

"Well," He began, "I just came from the prison, seeing Charlotte. I have a question to ask you, and please, be honest…"


So, this whole chapter was basically just tying up responses to the big tragedy last chapter. And, yeah, we're getting more references to the Ark dying, although only a select few know it yet. Since we have less than 10 chapters until the end and they WILL reach the ground by the end, these are going to get bigger and bigger as the time draws nearer...

I just want to let everyone here know that I now have a tumblr specifically for all my stories! Look up 'youngbloodlex22' (profile pic is a Slytherin tie). It will be a casual place where eventually I'll post all my stories, including this one, pictures and such so you guys don't have to search through links, and answer questions and stuff in a more informal way than here. I'll also post weekly updates on what I'm working on so you all know what's coming and know I'm not dead XD I also have LOTS of thoughts about the final, more than I'll post down below, so I'll probably make a post about it there! I don't have a TON there yet, I'm sorta waiting until I have like 10 people so my thoughts aren't just puffed into the oblivion XD

But, thoughts on the final and the season in general, an abridged version(spoilers below)

a) They killed of Jasper. I will forever be upset by that. He was my favorite since day 1 and I mean, I cry during TV shows when fav characters die, but I cried for days after everytime I saw a post about him. Seriously ya'll, I can't recall a time a death hit me so hard, not since Charlie on Lost.

b) MURVEN EVERYWHERE! Even if they're just friends now, I can live with that! But they're gunna be trapped together for 6 plus years! AHHH! THE POSSIBILITES!

c) My little Bellarke heart. I have LOTS of thoughts and predictions for the next season, far too many to post here...it's like a novel that I have

So, we're nearing the end of this (yes, ten chapters or so, but what's next?) Well, I'm glad you asked! I have a TON planned. I have three one-shots to post and three new multi-chaps.

1) Seamus/Hermione (if you're a fan of Green Games, this one will make more sense) oneshot

2) Murven one-shot set in the years on the Ark

3) Jactavia oneshot set in a non-canon season 4

4) Zombie!AU the 100 multichap

5) The Selection!AU for Zutara

6) Bughead Prince/Princess!AU (Yes, in the time between uploading this I watched Riverdale and I'm totally obsessed, mostly with Bughead). Tell me which you all are most excited to see and I'll work toward uploading that first!

Remember to review :)