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Chapter Seven

"When the whole world is running towards a cliff, he who is running in the opposite direction appears to have lost his mind." - C.S Lewis


Bellamy strides into the Dropship his arms full with Finn, shattering the peaceful little bubble around Wells and I. Bellamy's eyes widen at the sight of us and I know he assumes I told Wells about him shooting his dad. I manage to catch his eye and try to convey with mine that I haven't and he gives a discreet nod. Sliding an arm around Wells waist I help him off the cot and into the nearest chair so Bellamy can lay Finn on the table.

Wells brown eyes dart between Bellamy and I, "What happened?"

"Grounder." Bellamy says simply.

"Is there anything I can do?" He implores, moving to stand up but I touch his shoulder and push him back down.

"Rest."

"Lyra-"

"She's right." Bellamy cuts him off and Wells glares.

"I don't take orders from you."

"It wasn't an order. If you want get yourself killed," he waves at the ground, "be my guest." With a glance in my direction Bellamy turns on his heel and exits the Dropship. Apart from Finn's uneven breathing the room is silent, crossing my arms I lower myself into a chair.

"Well, it's nice to see he hasn't changed."

"Yeah, if anything he's gotten worse."

"I don't know how you survived without me." He teases.

I shake my head in amusement as people begin rushing in, we share a look. Seeing a familiar face enter I stand up, "Hey, Monroe? What's going on?"

"Storm's coming."


The storm only gets worse as all of us linger about inside the Dropship. With my head resting atop of my knees I watch Raven struggle to contact the Ark. "This is Raven Reyes calling Ark station, come in." Her gaze travels to Finn's still body and her voice increases in volume. "This is Raven Reyes calling Ark station. Please, come in. Please! Can anyone hear me?"

"Are you sure you have the right frequency?" Monroe asks.

Turning her eyes away from the appliance she sneers, "Yeah, I'm sure."

Lifting my head up a few centimeters I try to keep the edge out of my voice, "Easy up on the throttle, Reyes." Ignoring the heated glare she sends my way I give the people huddled around her like an zoo exhibit my attention. "Go find a way to make yourselves useful." Very slowly the crowd scatters and Raven gives me a slight tilt of the head, returning to the radio. "This is going to be a long night." I whisper to Wells.

"We'll be okay."

"Until the next crisis."

He snorts, "Way to look on the bright side."

"I'm just calling it like I see it." A loud bang rings out and for a second I think it was the storm, but it turns out Raven's taking her aggression out on the radio.

"Raven, you can do this." Clarke assures, placing a hand on the older girl's shoulder. "Okay?" Moving over to where Finn's body lays she removes the bloodsoaked rag.

"Calling Ark station, please come in." Raven's gaze flickers between the radio and Finn, "I'm on the ground with the Hundred. We need you."

Wells stands up and I look at him incredulously as he makes his way towards Raven. "I can take over." He cocks his head towards Finn, "Help, Clarke." They stare each other down for several seconds before Raven moves toward the cot. Wells eases himself into the open seat with a grimace and I pull a chair forward to join him. He gives me a smile, picking up the hand held, "Calling Ark Station." His voice is deep and strong as he reaches out for a response. "The Hundred are alive. Can anyone hear me? Are you there? Please, come in."

Minutes pass without a response and I roll my eyes snatching the device out of his hand. "Hey, Asshats! Answer us, it's the least you could do considering you sent us down here to die."

"What the hell, Lyra?" Wells questions, his eyes wide.

"What?" I grin, "I doubt they heard me. And if they did, what can they do? They're up there I'm down here." I press down hard on the button, "Marco?"

"Lyra, give it back."

He reaches for it and I avoid his grasp, "Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are. Asteroid hurtling through space, soon to crush the human race. Earthquakes, dust clouds, tidal waves, let's just all go and live in caves." I turn to Wells who is frowning, "Well go on, clap."

"I'm not clapping."

"You suck." I rack my brain for another song, "Oh." I perk up when one comes to me, "Hickory, dickory dock, mankind is on the clock. I greatly fear the end is near. Hickory, dickory, dock." I check Wells reaction, but he just sits with his head in his hand. "Didn't like that one? Okay, how about this one? Humpty dumpty was very calm, the day he helped build the bomb. He was drinking champagne from a coffee cup, when the world decided to blow itself up."

"And they just get worse."

"I resent that."

The channel crackles, "This is a restricted channel. Who is this? Please, identfiy yourself."

My mouth drops and I stop blinking, Wells breaks out laughing. "Holy shit!" I toss the radio to him like a hot potato.

His hand grips the radio tightly and he takes a deep breath before answering. "This is Wells Jaha, from Alpha Station. I'm transmitting from the ground. We are alive. Please, you need to get Doctor Griffin. Now!"

"Hang on Wells we're trying to boost your signal." Someone says before another voice cuts in and by the look on Clarke's face I assume it's her mom.

"Wells, are you there?"

He holds out the device for Clarke who hesitantly takes it from him. "Mom? Mom, it's me."

"Clarke?"

"Mom, I need your help. One of our people was stabbed by a Grounder."

I squint, "You mean our friend." I correct her and she shushes me.

"Clarke, this is the Chancellor." My hand reaches for Wells and he gives it a squeeze. "Are you saying there are survivors on the ground?"

"Yes, the earth is survivable. We're not alone."

"Dun, dun, dun." I mumble and Wells kicks my leg, I respond with sticking out my tongue.

"Mom he's dying. The knifes still in his chest."

"I'll talk you through step by step." There's a loud rumbling and the sound goes in and out as the Dropship shakes slightly. Raven leaves Finn's side to examine it.

"What?" Clarke inquires, "Raven, what's wrong?"

"It's not the radio it's the storm."

"That's just beautiful. We manage to fix the radio, but a storm is blocking the signal." Abby's words are jumbled as Raven tries to get the machine to comply.

Octavia stumbles in drenched with two jars, she hands them off to Clarke. "Monty's moonshine?" She prompts, twisting the lid off and taking a whiff.

"Pretty sure no germ could survive it."

"Is there anymore? I think we all could use a little liquid courage tonight." Octavia shakes her head and I pout.

Clarke rubs her head, glancing outside. "Storms getting worse. Monroe close the doors."

"We still have people out there."

"Tough shit," I scoff, "close the doors." Monroe glares at me.

"Monty and Jasper still haven't came back yet." Octavia informs, "Neither has Bellamy."

"It's alright they'll find somewhere to ride it out." Clarke assures, nodding at me to go ahead and close them. As I near the door I'm assaulted by wind and rain, wiping my face with the back of my sleeve I try to see through the fog. "I'm closing the door." I shout as loud as I can, "You have ten seconds to get your asses inside." A few people run in and I pull the lever.


"One sterile needle." Raven hands it to Clarke before reclaiming her seat.

"I still need something to close the wound."

"There's some wire on the second level I used it for the tents." Wells suggests and starts to stand up.

"Wells, what the hell?"

"I got it." Octavia offers and I smile at her.

"Stay away from the blue wires that run in the ceiling I rigged them to the solar cells on the roof." Raven warns Octavia, but she doesn't acknowlge her. "That means they're hot, you got that?" She snaps.

"Yeah, I got that." Octavia responds dispassionately and I laugh, earning a glare from the mechanic.

Wells confronts me, his frame towering over mine. "I'm trying to help."

Placing my hands on his shoulders I look him straight in the eyes. "Trust me, you being alive is enough." There's a bang at the door and I move towards it. I run my fingers carelessly over the lever, "Marco?"

"Open the damn door, Lyra."

I grin, "What's the magic word?" Pressing my ear to the door there's a pregnant pause, but I can make out an irritated please. Gripping the lever I open the door and am greeted with the sight of a wet Bellamy, ew. "You look like shit."

He spares a glance down at me and steps inside, "Thanks."

"Your welcome." I say proudly. Miller and another one of Bellamy's minions come in with an occounicous Grounder and drop him like a sack of potatoes. "Oh, well he looks comfortable. Thank you for signing our death sentence."

Bellamy gives me his bitch face, "What are you talking about?"

"If the Grounders wanted us dead we would be."

"They took Octavia." He shouts.

I try to strangle him with my mind, when it doesn't work I settle for talking his ear off. "They could of killed us the day we landed, the day we were most vulnerable. Or all the days since then." I step closer to him, "But they haven't have they? But now we've taken one of their own," I gesture to the man, "and they will retaliate. And we will die." Miller glances at Bellamy uneasily.

"Bellamy." Octavia shouts, climbing down the ladder and takes notice of the Grounder on the floor. "What the hell are you doing?"

"It's time to get some answers."

"You mean revenge?"

"I mean intel." He turns to his followers, "Get him upstairs."

I look to Wells, "You see what I've been dealing with?"

Nodding, he steps forward. "Bellamy, Lyra's right."

"Clarke." Abby's voice comes in over the radio. "We're ready. Can you hear me?"

Sighing, she tries to reach him, "This is not who we are Bellamy."

Bellamy clenches his jaw, glaring at where the radio's signal came from. "It is now."


I fall back into my chair, "How can one person be so stupid?" Wells smiles at me weirdly, "What?"

"You'll see." I sideeye him and scooch my chair away from him.

"The blade is at a sharp upward angle between the sixth and seventh rib." Clarke explains to her mom.

"How deep?"

She bends at the waist eyeing the wound, "Well, I can't tell how deep it is."

"That's alright, just don't remove the knife yet."

Clarke holds out the moonshine to Raven who's pacing, "Here, sterilize your hands." Raven takes off her gloves then chugs some of the drink before washing her hands.

"Is there any fluid?"

Before Clarke can respond a boy shoves another, causing others to join in. "Damn it. Lyra, clear the room."

"Gladly!" I stand up and clap my hands, "Okay, you filthy little delequints take your asses upstairs. Go annoy Bellamy. I would do it myself, but as you can see I am busy at the moment. So, chop, chop. Move it, move it." I yell, hearding them out of the room.

"Is she always like this?" Raven asks Clarke and she smiles.

"All the time."


"He feels a little warm."

"That's alright, a fever sometimes accompanies a trauma. Clarke I need you to tell me if there's any fluid leeking from the wound."

"Uh...no."

"That's good, that's really good. You got lucky."

Raven gazes fondly down at Finn, "You hear that, your lucky."

Wells leans closer to me and points to the scene, keeping my voice low I reply. "Raven is Finn's girlfriend."

"But he-"

"Yep."

"Does Raven know?"

I sigh, "Yeah."

"But-"

"We do not speak of the love triangle." I shush him and he sits back in his chair.

"I missed quite a lot."

"Understatement."

"Okay, Clarke. Firm grip on the knife. You're going to need to angle it upward to the left. Very slightly to the left as it exits the ribcage."

"How slightly."

"Three- mil- thr- met-"

"Wait, what was that you dropped out?"

"Clarke, three milemeters, got it?"

"Okay, I got it." She breathes deeply.

"You got this, Clarke." I state and she glances over her shoulder, giving me a little nod.

She turns her attention back to Finn and squares her shoulders. "Here it goes."

"Steady hand, Clarke. You're use to being in trickier situations then this. And once that knife is out the hard part is over." The pod shakes violently.

"Alright, extracting now." Clarke leans forward gripping the knife.

"Well this sure brings back memories." I quip, remembering Jasper.

"He's waking up." Raven cries.

"Hold him still."

I jump to my feet and hold down his legs and Wells holds the other side. "Wells sit down."

He glares, "I'm injured not useless." I roll my eyes but say nothing else.

"Finn, I'm going to get that knife out of you. Okay?"

He grits his teeth, "Good plan."

"You're going to be just fine, Pretty Boy." I smile, "Just hang tight, Clarke's got this."

"Try not to move." Wells says.

"Here it goes, I almost got it." Just as she's about to pull it out the Dropship rattles harshly and we all tumble. Finn falls off the operating table, Clarke slams into the wall, Wells lands on his side and Raven and I fall into each other.

I cough up Raven's hair and try to pry off her elbow that's jabbing my ribs. "Well that was fun. Can we go again?" When I'm on my feet again I rush Wells wrapping my arms around his waist, he rests his head atop of mine.

"I'm okay. I'm okay."

"Clarke?" Abby calls, panicking, "What happened? Can you hear us?"

"It's out." Raven answers. "She did it."


"Okay," Clarke runs a hand through her hair, "I'm done."

"Do you have anything to cover the wound with?"

"We'll make due. Like always."

Raven feels Finn's head, "Should he be this pale? Warm too?"

"He lost a lot of blood, Raven. But if your boyfriend is any where near as tough as you I'm sure he'll be fine." I cringe at Abby's words and Wells looks at me.

Clarke feels his chest, "Wait, mom she's right. He's feverish and his breathing is uneven."

"You need to give him sometime to recover, let me know if he gets any worse. But I think he just might be out of the woods."

I look at my lap and Wells looks at me, "What?"

I shrug, "I don't know. It just seems to easy."

Wells nods, "And earth is anything, but easy."

"I need a break."

"Clarke, wait! Raven could you give us a few minutes?"

Raven moves to stand up but Clarke holds out a hand. "Sure."

"No, stay with Finn."


While Clarke is MIA Finn starts seizing, Wells rushes to his side and make for the radio as Raven freezes. "Doctor Griffin! He's seizing." The line crackles and I smack it. "Come on you bloody piece of crap."

Clarke rushes down the ladder, "My mom?"

"The storm is interfering."

"Please don't let him die." Raven begs her.

"It stopped. Quick help me get him on his side." The three of them work to roll him over.

"There's fluid in his lungs." Wells states.

"Fluid in his lungs?" Raven glances between Wells and Clarke, "Does that mean the knife hit something?"

"This isn't blood, it's something else." Clarke says wiping his mouth. "I did everything she told me."

I stop trying to get hold of Abby to watch, "Poison."

Clarke looks at me dazedly,"What?"

"The blade must of been poisoned."

Her eyes widen, "Shortness of breath, fever, sezing." She grabs the knife and climbs up the ladder.


Minutes pass and the same bad feeling from before stirs in my stomach. "Stay with Raven." I tell Wells heading to the hatch.

"What's wrong?"

Half way up the ladder I look back, "A feeling."

As I stand on the second floor Monroe approaches me, "How's Finn."

"He's going to be okay." I give her the most genuine smile I can muster, "What about you guys?"

"Been better."

I chuckle, "Good. Sit tight, things will be better in the morning." She nods and I make the climb to the third floor. What I see makes my blood go cold. Bellamy's whipping the Grounder. Don't get me wrong I'm not a fan of them, but this is wrong. So, very wrong. Bellamy raises his arm to hit him again and I throw myself in front of the Grounder getting whipped in the process.

The room goes silent, "What the hell, Lyra?" Bellamy's voice cracks.

"Oh my god." Clarke rushes to my side, she touches my shoulder and I shrug her off. Swallowing my lips I meet the Grounders eyes before riding my face of emotion and turning to face the idjits. "What are you doing?" The room's occupants exchange wry glances and I suspect it most be the casualness of my voice.

Clarke swallows and straightens her spine meeting my gaze defiantly, "We're trying to find the antidote."

A laugh escapes me and from the corner of my eye I see Miller step back. "By tortuting him?"

"He won't talk." Bellamy snaps.

"If he even understands us."

"Finn is dying."

"Finn wouldn't condone this and you know that. You think you're saving a life by doing this, but you're condemning us all."

"Wake up Lyra we're at war."

I step closer so we're nose to nose, "You haven't seen war, Bellamy."

He steps back, turning his face away from me and pinches his nose. "We're not having this conversation."

I cross my arms and plant my feet. "Then leave."

"Get out of my way."

"Back off." I snarl.

"Lyra please."

"We don't decide who lives and dies."

Clarke shakes her head, "We're not going to kill him."

"Don't be blonde, Clarke. That's how this ends and you know it."

"Miller, Jake get her out of here. Now!" Bellamy shouts when they remain where they are.

"Four warned I bite." They pause, but a glare from Bellamy has them advancing. When Miller gets close enough I kick him in the balls and punch Jake in the throat. "How did you think I earned the name spitfire, idjit?"

"You want something done right you have to do it yourself." Bellamy picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

I yelp, "You truly are a caveman. It's a mystery why you and the Grounder don't get along." A laugh comes from the Grounder and Bellamy drops me to the floor. "What the fuck, dude?" Octavia crouches next to me placing her hand on my back.

"He does understand us." Miller confirms.

"Clarke!" Raven shouts up, "He's getting worse."

"We're running out of time." Clarke kneels on the ground below the restrained man, "Which one? Which one?" She sprawls the viles on the floor. I shake my head, is that what love does to someone. Turn them into someone who would stup to doing the wrong thing just to save them. Would I do that for my parents? For Wells? I take a deep breath, I don't know. And that scares me. "If you tell us they'll stop. Please tell us which is the antidonte and they'll stop this."

Bellamy throws the whip down, "If that doesn't work, maybe this will."

I surge to my feet, Octavia by my side. "Bellamy he's probably been trained not to crack under torture. It won't work."

"Then leave." He holds a screwdriver up to the grounder, "Last chance." When the man gives no reaction Bellamy sticks the weapon in his hands.

"No!" I scream, "What the hell is wrong with you?" I try to get to them but Miller and Jake block my path.

"What's taking so long?" Raven says climbing up the ladder. "He stopped breathing."

My head snaps around, "What?"

"He started again, but next time he might not."

"He won't tell us anything."

Raven's gaze hardens and she picks up the blue wires she warned Octavia about earlier. "Wanna a bet?"

"What are you doing?"

"Showing him something new." She touches the wires together creating a spark, the Grounder lurches backing away from her.

I move forward, but Bellamy grips my waist and I hit his chest as hard as I can. "Bellamy, stop this please!"

"I'm sorry, trouble." I push his hands off of me and turn into Octavia, my head hiding in her shoulder. The lights flicker and the Grounder moans. Octavia's body shutters and I wrap my arms around in an effort to comfort her.

"Which one is it? Come on." Raven screams, "He's all I have."

I see the knife disgarded on the floor, releasing Octavia I bend down to pick it up. "O?" I hold the object out to her. Her brows furrow so I stand up and place it in her hands. Pointing to the Grounder she catches on.

"No more!" Octavia shouts gaining everyone's attention. I inch closer to Bellamy knowing what's going to come next.

"He's letting Finn die."

"He won't let Octavia die." I say and Bellamy's eyes snap towards me. He tries to get to his sister but I block his path and he glares at me, but my face is void of emotion. Octavia slices her arm and the Grounder lurches. She moves to kneel by the viles, Bellamy tries to touch her but she goes out of her way to avoid him.

She taps the viles with the knife, "This one? Okay. Come on. This one?" The man makes a slight noise and she lifts the bottle, he nods. "Here." She hands it to Clarke.

"Thank you." Clarke pauses by me but I ignore her and grab a piece of cloth, wrapping it around Octavia's wound.

"Thanks, spitfire." Octavia smiles, sadly and I nod. Deciding I can't be in the same room as Bellamy I head for the hatch.

"Lyra-"

"Don't." I ground out, "Just don't." I manage to find a empty corner of the dropship to hole up in.

"You okay?"

I laugh hollowly, looking up at him with watery eyes. "I-I..." Tears dampen my face. "I don't even know what okay feels like anymore." Something inside my chest cracks at the admission.

"What did Bellamy do?" He wraps an arm around me and I rest my head on his shoulder.

I wipe at my cheeks with my sleeve, sniffling. "Why do you assume it was Bellamy?"

"He's the only one I seen unbalance you."

"I don't need Bellamy to be unstable."

"That is true." Wells teases and if I had the energy I'd smack his arm. "He's just trying to do what's best for his people, he has good intentions and I imagine it isn't easy carrying them out."

This time I do smack him, "Copyright." A part of me, a very big part wants to enlighten him of what Bellamy did to his dad. To make Wells hate him as much as I do, but hurting Bellamy would also hurt Wells. And no matter how angry I am I won't do that to him.


AN: So, I'm back! Sorry about the wait. A few things I also posted this on wattpad and I'm changing the name to Stand In The Light. It's a song by Jordan Smith, if you haven't heard the song your missing out. Also I decided to have Lyra captured by the mountain men because when Jaha goes to the city of light I believe Wells would go with him unless he had a reason to stay. Can you spot the teen wolf quotes ;)

So when do you think should Wells find out about Bellamy shooting his dad? And how will he react? Thoughts about Lyra? Do you like her do you hate her? And is anyone offended with all the swearing, cause if so I'll try to tone it down. I never intended her to swear so much, but you know Lyra she has a mind of her own.