"Clarke, slow down," Finn pleaded.
"I can't. I have to help him," she said. Her voice shook as she looked around at the signs in the hallway. Finn placed his hand on her arm.
"We will, Clarke, but we won't be able to if the Mountain Men catch us, okay?" he said. She looked at him. "Just breath. All this running around and stress—it can't be good for Bellamy Junior, can it?" Clarke stared at him clearly not amused.
"We are not calling the baby Bellamy Junior!" Clarke said out of breath. Finn laughed.
"Okay, we won't call him that, but you need to be careful. It's not just you anymore."
"Oh, God," Clarke said emotionally. "I didn't even think. I wasn't trying to be careless. I just—She said he was in trouble, and it was like nothing else mattered except getting to him. I didn't even think about the baby or- or myself. Oh! I'm a terrible mother, already. It's not even born yet, and I'm already putting it's life in danger!"
"Shh," Finn said, "You're going to be an amazing mother, okay? Even if you are doing it alone. You'll have everyone to help you when you need it, not to mention I'll be there every step of the way."
"What do you mean alone?" Clarke asked. Was he seriously implying Bellamy would die in this mountain?
"Well, just that it's Bellamy. Is he really going to want to raise a kid with a one night stand? I'm just saying. We're all going to be around to help you raise the baby."
"Finn, Bellamy isn't just a one night stand. We were together for months before all of this happened. We're raising this baby together," Clarke explained. She watched Finns face fall for the second time that day.
"Oh," Finn said. The disappointment in his voice was not hard to miss. He still loved her. He knew that. She knew that. "Do you love him?"
"Yeah, I do," Clarke said smiling.
"Does he love you?" Finn asked.
"He does," she answered, "I'm sorry, Finn."
"Good, and don't apologize. If it's anyone who's sorry, it's me. I fell in love with both of you. I was a selfish idiot, and I hurt you and Raven in the process."
They stood in silence.
"Still though, if you decide Bellamy pisses you off so much that you want to leave him, you know where to find me," Finn joked.
"I'll keep that in mind," she laughed.
"Until then, I'll be cool Uncle Finn," he said smiling.
"Cool?" Clarke asked sarcastically before laughing.
"Yes cool. I'll teach him how to track, or I'll teach her how to be a spoiled princess. Although, she's got your DNA so it won't be that hard," he said. Clarke smiled.
"Thank you," she said looking at him.
"For what?" he looked at her curiously.
"For being okay with this," she said, "I know it's probably not easy."
He showed her a soft, forced smile. To be honest, he wasn't okay, not yet at least. The woman he loved was in love with and having a child with someone else. Someone he still didn't trust or care to like, but, nonetheless, she was happy. That was all that mattered to him.
"As long as you're happy. Now, come on, Princess. Let's go rescue your Rebel King."
They walked up and down the halls undetected for what felt like hours. The two continued to make sure to keep their heads down around the cameras. Clarke stopped when they came across an intersection of two hallways. Bellamy and Monty stood at the opposite end of the hallway.
"Bellamy!" Clarke shouted, and Finn looked back smiling as he watched her face light up. She was happy. That was all that mattered to him. His blood ran cold as he looked around the corner of the intersecting hallway.
"Clarke!" She stopped as soon as she heard her name yelled.
The next few seconds were a blur yet somehow simultaneously in slow motion. She found herself on the ground staring at the ceiling as the sound of gunshots erupted in the hallway. She turned her head to look down the hall. Two Mount Weather Security Detail members laid dead across the hallway floor. Bellamy had shot them with his stolen gun. She felt a wetness across her forehead as she wiped her hair from her face. It wasn't until she sat up that she noticed the blood and the coughing noise that brought her focus to the weight across her lap.
"No, no, no, no," Clarke cried to herself, "No!" she yelled.
Finn jumped in front of her.
He took a bullet that was meant for her.
She was too distracted to noticed Bellamy and Monty standing over her.
"Finn!" Clarke cried. "You're gonna be okay. You're okay," she said. She placed her hands on his torso as she subconsciously recalled the time in her internship that she learned to apply pressure to a gunshot wound.
"You need to go," Finn managed to whisper. He started coughing and choking on his own blood.
"Clarke, we have to go," Bellamy said. She ignored him. "Clarke."
"I—I can't lose him," Clarke cried. Her hands shook violently from her state of shock, "I can't lose you," She whispered. She took her hand and brushed his hair back from his face.
"Go," he whispered.
"Clarke, we have to go," Bellamy reiterated, "They're coming."
"Tell Raven I—," Finn choked. He loved her. He was sorry for hurting her.
"I will. I promise," Clarke cried. She somehow understood what he couldn't say, and even if she didn't, she'd still lie because he was dying in her arms.
"Now go, Princess," he managed to whisper. She hated when Finn called her that, only ever longing to hear it come across Bellamy's lips. Bellamy reached out his hand to her, and Monty stood behind her to help lift her. Clarke looked back at Finn as Bellamy and Monty pulled her away.
She was too upset to hear Bellamy and Monty discuss where to go next, but before she knew it, she found herself in the same white halls she spent the last two months in. Bellamy set her in a chair, and Monty wiped the blood off of her hands and face with a towel and water. She looked up at Bellamy standing before and talking to Dante Wallace. Clarke pushed past Monty to stand up and walked over to Dante and Bellamy.
"Hello, Clarke," Dante said. Clarke stared at him.
"Monty," she said without turning her head. Her voice still shook from the previous event, "Can you get us into the control room?" Monty looked over at Bellamy.
"Not a problem."
"Good. We need to see what's happening on level five."
"What would happen if we released your people? What would happen to mine?" Dante asked.
"Shut up," Clarke demanded, "You're going to help us whether you want to or not," she looked over at Monty and Bellamy, "Where's Maya?" She asked just now realizing that she was absent.
"They killed her when she tried to help us escape," Bellamy said solemnly. Clarke's blood boiled. Maya and Finn were dead.
She shoved the old man forward and forced him to guide them to the command center. She pressed Murphy's gun into Dante's back, "Walk," she said clenching her jaw.
"Why aren't you on level five with everyone else?" Bellamy asked him as they walked.
"After what I've done, they can be free. I bear it so they don't have to."
"So, it was your idea to make the deal with the grounders," Bellamy stated.
"You son of a—," Clarke said, but she was cut off by Monty's announcement of their arrival. Finn was killed after helping her search for Bellamy because Lexa made a deal with Cage, because of Dante. To her, this man was partially to blame for Finn's death.
Monty pointed to the door, and the four of them walked in. He went directly to the computer system, "I'm in," he stated after a few minutes, "Command center is live." The four looked up on at the screen.
"Oh my God," Clarke gasped. A girl was strapped down to the table, "Is that Raven?" She asked.
"O," Bellamy said. Clarke looked over at him.
"What?" Clarke asked. She watched the blood drain from Bellamy's face. Octavia was chained to the wall. They had everyone of their people but the three in the command center.
"It's O. They have her," Bellamy said. His voice trembled with fear. He grabbed a radio and turned to Dante. "Tell them to stop," he demanded, "Tell them to stop. Now!" he shouted.
"I won't do that," Dante said simply. Clarke took the radio from Bellamy.
"Carl Emerson, Mount Weather Security Detail, come in," Clarke said as she stared at the screen. She lifted her thumb from the radio's button long enough for Emerson to respond.
"Who is this?" he answered. Clarke pressed down on the button.
"Clarke Griffin. Now, give the radio to the president," Clarke demanded. They watched on the monitor as Emerson followed her instructions.
"This is President Wallace."
"I have your father. If you don't let my people go, I will kill him," she warned. For the first time, her voice didn't shake.
"How do I know you have him?" the voice asked. Clarke held the radio in front of Dante's face as her thumb once more returned to the button.
"Stay the course, Cage," Dante said.
"You won't do it," Cage said into the radio.
"You clearly don't know me very well. You killed my friend and tortured my people. This ends, now! Release my people, or I will kill your father."
"I can't do that," Cage's voice responded. Clarke turned and pointed the gun at Dante. Bellamy tried to reason with Clarke.
"We need him."
"And I need his son to believe me," she looked over at Bellamy and back at the screen. She pressed her thumb on the button. "Don't make me do this."
"We all have a choice," Dante said.
"We did, but you both took that choice away from us," Clarke said.
"I'll take care of our people, Dad," Cage's voice said. Clarke aimed the gun at Dante's chest and fired. His lifeless body dropped to the ground.
"Listen to me. Stop the drilling, and no one else has to die," she warned. She watched as Cage called Emerson over, and Emerson walked away.
"He's coming this way. Can you deactivate his key card?"
"That one's easy," Monty said. His fingers flew back to the keyboard.
"Where's he going?" Bellamy asked looking at Cage.
"The dorm. Monty can you irradiate the level?" Clarke asked. Monty nodded.
"Clarke, are you sure about this? We need to think about this. There are kids," Bellamy pleaded, "and what about the people who helped us?"
"Do you have a better idea?" Clarke asked, "They've killed, are killing, our people, our friends. They're torturing them,and they won't stop."
They looked over at the screen and watched as Raven was taken off the table.
"If we do this, there's no going back," Bellamy warned. They watched as Cage pointed to Octavia, "What is he doing to her?" Octavia was being strapped to the table. "Clarke," Bellamy said desperately. He looked at Monty. "Why are you stopping?" Bellamy asked frantically.
"Because," he said, "All we have to do is pull that lever."
Clarke placed her hand on the lever and took in a deep breath. She had to do it. She had to save her people, her friends. She had to irradiate the level.
"I have to save them," she told herself. Bellamy placed his hand on top of hers. She looked over at him. "What are you doing?"
"My sister. My responsibility."
"Together," Clarke said. Her eyes remained on Bellamy's eyes. He nodded, refusing to look away from her. Simultaneously, they pulled the lever back. Alarms sounded all throughout the mountain. They did it. They pulled the lever. They irradiated level five.