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Chapter Five

You may find yourself in the dead of night
Lost somewhere up in the great big beautiful sky
You were all just perfect little satellites
Spinning round and round this broken earthly life
This is so you'll know the sound
Of someone who loves you from the ground
Tonight you're not alone at all
This is me sending out my satellite call

Satellite Call - Sara Bareilles


"Check it out."

"Bellamy get out here."

The shouting wakes me up and I groan flipping over to lay on my other side. Isn't too early for another brawl? I try to slip back into my dreamless sleep, but my aching muscles keep me from doing so. Reluctantly, I stretch my limbs and the sound of my bones cracking makes me shutter. Using the little energy I have I run my fingers through the tangles in my hair trying to make it some what presentable. The fog in my mind begins to lift and I realize I'm still on the roof of the dropship. Rubbing my hands together I look down at the crowd forming below and see Bellamy walk out of his tent shirtless. Gag, haven't I been scared enough? "Put a shirt on, Fabio."

His head whips around, searching the crowd and I chuckle. His brown eyes narrow as they zone in on me, "What the hell are you doing up there?"

"Why the hell are you shirtless?" I counter as two girls stumble out of his tent wrapped in blankets, grinning I tilt my head. "I see."

"There." Octavia shouts excitedly and I follow her gaze to the ball of fire barreling across the sky.

I sit up straighter and squint, rubbing at my eyes. "Is that what I think it is?" A parachute deploys and I hold a hand over my mouth, I got to find Clarke.

"They're coming to help us. Now we can kick some grounder ass!"

"Yeah." People cheer and I roll my eyes, descending the roof. Just a couple of days ago they wanted the people on the Ark dead; they believed they could defeat the grounders themselves. Now they want the adults to come in and fix their mess. And they call themselves criminals.

"Please, tell me they brought down some shampoo." Roma says patting her hair.

I jump the last few inches and glance back at the sky, but the ship is no longer visible. "Please, let it be someone with a brain." Hell, I'll settle for someone for half a brain, just give me something to work with. I enter the pod assuming that's where Clarke will be, but there's only Monty and Wells. "Hi, Monty! Do you know where Clarke is?"

"Her and Finn left last night after the wristbands failed and haven't been back since."

I pause, "What do you mean the wristbands failed?"

Monty lowers his eyes, "I fried them. We lost all communication with the Ark."

"So, they think we're-"

"Yeah."

"I don't think you failed."

"Why do you think that?"

"They sent an exodus ship."

He moves to his feet, "What?"

"Yeah, didn't you hear all the noise outside?" He stares at me like I've grown another head. "Go," I push him towards the door, laughing. "See for yourself." He hurries outside and I move towards Wells' cot checking his pulse. I release a breath when I find it and pull his covers up higher, "It won't be long now before the rest of the Ark comes down and you'll get the help you need. You just need to hold on a little longer, okay? Just hold on." Picking up my arrow and sheath I glance at Wells unmoving form one more time before leaving. It appears the news of the pod has roused everyone from their sleep; the camp is bustling and I scan the crowd for a blonde mane when I collide with someone. "Sorry." I say, continuing on my way.

"Lyra?"

I turn, realizing it was Clarke I bumped into, "Hey, where have you been?" She opens her mouth to speak, but we're joined by a forth party.

"Did you guys see that?" Fox asks. "It's from the Ark, right? It had to be."

"Do you know of any other spaceships?" Finn snorts and covers it up with a cough.

Clarke rolls her eyes, but grins, "Grab your stuff, let's find out."

"Bellamy said we are going to wait till sunrise."

"And we say were going now." I gesture between Clarke, Finn and I.

"Where is he?" Finn asks and Fox shrugs.

"Who cares where Bellamy is?" I tug at Clarke's sleeve, "We need to get to that pod."

"I have a bad feeling." Clarke says looking to me and I sigh, trudging after her to the King's tent. We let ourselves inside, the two girls from earlier are present but no Bellamy.

"Ever hear of knocking, Bitch?" Roma snaps, grabbing her top to cover her sports bra.

I raise a brow, "Who are you calling a bitch, tramp?"

it's like Wells is here.

Finn ducks inside, "Oh, great it's a free show. Anyone else wanna take a look?"

Impatiently, I roll my eyes, "Trust me there's nothing to see."

Roma sneers and steps closer, but Clarke blocks her. "Where the hell is Bellamy?" She asks her tone taking on a dangerous quality.

"Took off a while ago." Roma glares over her shoulder at me and I wave my fingers, smiling.

Finn elbows me and points to the floor, but I lift my hands not comprehending. "Yes, Finn. What is so special about the floor?"

"Gears gone."

My eyes widen catching his train of thought, "He told everyone to stay."

The severity of the situation weighs on us as we gaze at each other. "Whatever is in that thing, he wants it." Clarke says grimly. "We got to get there before he does."

"Your welcome." Roma calls as we leave.

"Shut your trap, you didn't do shit." I shout back.

"This isn't your fault, Clarke."

"I should of known he would go for that radio."

"How are you suppose to know something like that?" He questions.

"Because he spent every single minute since we landed making sure no one on the Ark finds out we're alive."

"That doesn't mean you can predict what people are gonna do."

"That's exactly what I have to do." She huffs, "I screwed up. I let myself get distracted." My eyes widen and my jaw drops as Monty's words replay in my head and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. You gotta love earth.


As we move through the forest I'm glad that I took up running every morning; I find it hard to believe that anyone was ever fat before the bombs.

Clarke looks to Finn, "Should we spilt up?"

"Yeah. You two go that way, we'll meet at the bottom."

I see it before Clarke and ready my bow, "There." Slowly we move towards it and my eyes observe the area for grounders or Bellamy.

Clarke opens the door and peeks inside, "All clear." I lower my weapon and watch as she helps a girl around our age out of the pod. What is it with the Ark and their half baked plans? How is this girl any use to us? Are we really that expendable to them?

The newcomer closes her eyes and inhales in deeply, "I dreamed it would smell like this. Is this rain?"

I open my mouth to give a sarcastic remark, but Clarke is quick to shush me with a glare. It seems since Wells is out of commission Clarke is my new keeper; can't say if this arrangement is better or worse than my previous one.

"Raven."

The girl turns at the sound of her name, "Finn!" She runs into his arms and he envelops her, she holds his face in her hands. "I knew you couldn't be dead." I rub my forehead; okay, hold the phone. Are they an item? I shake my head, finding the thought ridiculous. No. No way, Finn wouldn't do that.

"Your bleeding."

"I don't care." She breathes, pulling him in for a kiss.

I throw my stuff to the ground fully prepared to tear them apart, Finn's about to get Lyra'd. A tight grip on my wrist causes me to wince, "Ow." First the brush burn than Murphy, my poor arm can't catch a break.

"Lyra, don't."

My eyes snap towards Clarke, "Don't what?" I hiss. "Tell her that her boyfriend cheated on her? Kick his ass? Cause his face some permanent damage?"

"It's not worth it."

"It's not-" I scoff, "Wouldn't you want to know?" She looks at the ground, her lip trembling. "She deserves the truth."

"Please, let it go." Her voice cracks and I bow my head; my anger overwhelmed me that I didn't even stop to think about how she's feeling. I pull her towards me and she effortlessly crumbles in my embrace. Her body shakes and I rub her back, "If you ever change your mind, just say the word and I'll kick his ass." Clarke lets out a week laugh pulling back, tears mar her cheeks and I gently brush them away. Thankfully Finn and Raven have stopped kissing.

"How did you get here?"

"You know that big scrap hold, the one on K deck?" Raven asks.

"You built that from scrape?"

"I kinda rebuilt it. Please, like that's hard. It just needed some parts and love." I roll my eyes, well aren't they nauseating.

"Your insane."

"I'd do more and worse for you. Just like you would for me." She stumbles and Finn guides her to a rock.

"Come on, sit down." He takes off his jacket wrapping it around her. "I'm gonna get something for that."

He comes towards us and Clarke holds out a bandage for him, not meeting his eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Let's not talk about this." She pleads.

"We've known each other our whole lives."

"She said she doesn't want to talk." I step forward grabbing the bandage from Clarke and shoving it in his hands. He complies and rejoins Raven's side; he offers her the scrape of cloth and she puts pressure on her wound.

"Thanks."

He nods and motions to the two of us, "This is Clarke and Lyra, they were on the dropship too."

"Clarke?" Raven stands up. "This is all because of your mom."

"My mom?"

"This was all her plan. We were trying to come down here together, we waited-" She pauses, her face paling. "Oh my god. We couldn't wait because the council is voting weather or not to kill three hundred people to save air."

My stomach drops, "They can't do that, can they?" I look to Clarke, but her expression says it all.

"When?"

"Today. We have to tell them your alive." Raven rushes back towards the pod, rummaging through it. "The radio is gone, it must of gotten lose during re-entry. I should have strapped it in. Damn it."

"No, its my fault." Clarke says. "Someone else got here before us."


We finally find Bellamy and Clarke breezes past me to reach him first. "I'm going to kill him and you can't stop me." I shout; Finn moves forward locking my arms behind my back.

"Where is it?"

"Hey, Princess. Taking a walk in the woods?"

"You son of a bitch." I growl at his cavalier tone, does he really think we don't know what he's done?

"Bellamy," Finn asks his grip straining on me, "where's the radio?"

"I have no idea what your talking about."

"They're getting ready to kill three hundred people up there to save oxygen. And I can guarantee you it won't be council members, it'll be working people." Clarke pokes his chest. "Your people."

"Bellamy Blake?" Raven asks.

I forgot she was here, "You know this asshole?"

She grins at me, "Their looking everywhere for him."

"Shut up."

I glare at Bellamy, "You shut up, go on." I tell Raven.

"He shot chancellor Jaha."

I don't think twice when I elbow Finn in the gut and bring my fist down on Bellamy's jaw. His head snaps to the right and pain ricochet down my arm and I cuss, cradling it. "That's for Wells." He wipes blood off his chin, but he makes no move to retaliate.

"Damn, you got a lot of anger for a pint size."

"Do you want a piece of me?" She holds up her hands and I start to pace, the image of my parents getting flooded bombarding my mind.

"That's why you took the wristbands." Clarke concludes.

"Needed everyone to think we were dead." I add.

"And all that whatever the hell we want, you just care about saving your own skin." Finn says and I glance at him, an a apology shining in my eyes and he nods in acceptance. Raven watches our exchange closely. Bellamy rolls his eyes and walks away from us.

"Hey, shooter." Raven calls and follows after him and blocks his path. "Where's my radio?"

"Get out of my way."

"Where is it?"

"I should of killed you when I had the chance."

"Well," She inches closer, "I'm right here." He grips her forearms and shoves her against a tree.

She unsheathes a knife and I cheer, "Cut him."

"Where is my radio?"

"Okay, stop it." Clarke orders and Finn pulls them part.

"Jaha deserved to die." Bellamy defends, his eyes darting between all of us. "You all know that."

"Fuck you, Blake. I swear if my wrist didn't hurt."

"Yeah, he's not my favorite person either. But, he isn't dead." Raven informs.

I point at Bellamy and smirk. "Ha."

Bellamy's face loses all color, "What?"

"You're a louse shot."

"Bellamy, don't you see what this means?" Clarke asks. "Your not a murder."

"Just an asshole." I counter and Raven laughs.

"You always did what you had to protect your sister, that's who you are. And you can do it again by protecting three hundred of your people. Where's the radio?"

He silent and I think Clarke's little speech didn't do the trick and I'll have to use physical force, but his answer makes my blood run cold. "It's too late."


My eyes scan the river for the radio, but I'm not really seeing. The thought of my parents- I run my fingers through my dark hair, I don't know what I'd do. All I know is that the Council will be the least of Bellamy's worries.

"Hey, found it." Miller shouts and we all surround him, he hands it off to Raven.

"Can you fix it?" Clarke and I ask in unison.

Raven inspects it. "Maybe. It will take half a day just to dry out the components to see what's broken."

"Like I said, its too late." Bellamy says flatly.

"Do you have any idea what you did? Do you even care?" Clarke interrogates him. "Three hundred people are going to die today because of you."

"You asked me to help. I helped."

"Hold up. We don't have to talk to the Ark we just have to let them know were down here, right?"

Finn's eyebrows furrow, "Yeah, but how do we do that with no radio?"

"What like flares or something?" I ask.

"Exactly."


"We need to launch those flares ASAP if we have any hope of saving those people." Raven says, shouting off instructions. "Finn get that control panel to Cam. You, pull out those firing circuits in one piece or they won't work. Clarke, Lyra can I have a hand? Work these bolts here," She points and hands us each a wrench. "Gently." She stresses, eyeing me.

"I can do gentle."

"I hope so, because rocket fuel likes to go boom." Her brown gaze travels to Clarke, "Were gonna need power to fire."

"Their tying in the batteries on the dropship, they'll be ready when we get there."

"Great. So whats the problem?"

"Nothing. I just uh...

"If we get the rockets to launch will they see them from the Ark?" I finish for her and she shoots me a grateful smile.

"Like the good book says, it's all about burn time and cloud cover. But I know your mom will be watching, Clarke. I've never seen anyone love the way she loves you. You know that right?"

"I did." When Raven gives her a look Clarke explains, "It's complicated."


I slip through the crowd and make my way to Clarke, who's distanced herself from everybody else. Sliding my arm through hers I rest my head on her shoulder, "How's the view up there?"

The flares bathe the sky in a purple hue; I feel her sigh and set her head upon mine. Bellamy joins us and it takes everything in me not to take another swing at him. "Do you think they can see it from up there?" Clarke asks.

Bellamy better pray they do or him and I are going to have a problem. "Yes, I believe they will." It's silent, the only sound coming from the flares taking off.

"Can you wish on this kind of shooting star?"

"It's not a star."

"Forget it." She whispers.

"I wouldn't even know what to wish for." Bellamy confides, his brown eyes peering down at me. "What about you?"

I don't even have to think about it, "I'd wish for Wells to get better and my parents safety." An unreadable expression crosses his face and I look away. Clarke gazes at Finn with Raven and I wrap my arms around the waist, squeezing. "You still have me." She smiles sadly returning the hug.


AN: Awhh, this chapter sucks. I'm going to come back and add more detail, but I didn't want you guys to think I gave up on this so I'm posting it. In season 2 should Wells be captured of left behind? And are there any characters you want Lyra to have more scenes with?