I know that in the show President Wallace was killed by Clarke, but for some reason I wanted him in my story. I can't believe this story has over 1,000 views! That's amazing! thanks to everyone who has liked/followed/ reviewed!

Lina sat with her arms crossed, back against the wall, and eyes locked on Abby. Each time the doctor's eyes met hers, a new bubble of rage grew in the pit of her stomach. She clenched her fists into tight balls in order to stop herself from grabbing the nearest object and hauling it at the doctor's head. She allowed herself to blame Abby for every bad thing that happened to her. It was just easier to be angry with one person rather than with an entire group; especially when some in that group had been nothing but kind to her.

Lincoln had taken a seat next to her and had his elbows resting on his knees. She didn't realize he was looking at her until he spoke in a voice so quiet that she was only one who could hear.

"Try sitting on your hands." He suggested. She knitted her brows together in confusion. "Your knuckles will get sore from holding a fist too long." He glanced down at her hands. "And you're making yourself bleed."

She followed his gaze and was a bit alarmed when she found that he was right. Her fingernails had been digging into the skin of her palms, causing the skin to break and blood to trickle down her wrists. The pain hadn't even registered in her mind until she saw it. Quickly, so that Abby or Kane wouldn't notice, she wiped her hands down the side of her pants. The blood stains wouldn't be obvious against the dark denim.

"You should pick up a hobby," Lincoln gave her a smirk "It eases the anger when you focus on something else."

"Speaking from experience?" She turned her attention back to Abby, not sure if anything could subdue the rage boiling in her veins.

"I've lost many friends in this war. Some at the hands of the Sky People." He was silent but his tone had indicated that he was not done speaking. She looked to her side to see what had distracted him. His eyes were boring directly into hers. "Many at the hands of Mountain Men."

His voice was not threatening or blameful. He stated it as though it was a common fact, but the words rang like sirens in her ears. His eyes held no contempt or disgust towards her, instead they seemed sympathetic. He leaned forward so that the others would see him speak.

"In war, a soldier will do what they have to do for the good of their people. Even if it means sacrificing their humanity."

She stared at him for a few moments. His words were heavy, loaded down with a meaning that she just couldn't grasp. Was he telling her to forget what the Sky People took from her? Fat fucking chance! She had heard about the missiles that Cage had aimed at a grounder camp. From what they told her, almost everyone who'd been in the camp had died. She also knew that the Mount Weather doctors had been harvesting Grounders since the beginning and using them as blood bags. Her heart ached for Lincoln and the loss that he felt, but she could never befriend the people who hurt her family, not like he had.

Lina glanced up at President Wallace. His face had acquired new lines around the mouth and across his forehead, no doubt a result of stress and depression. She wondered if her face had changed. She hadn't looked in a mirror since her arrival at Camp Jaha and was suddenly very aware of her appearance. With an unsteady hand she smoothed down her unruly black curls.

Another thought occurred to her when she peeked back towards her President; why wasn't she as hateful towards these people as he was? His loathing for the Sky People was obviously written on his face. It was apparent as Robert's hatred towards her had been when he had seen her at breakfast. Did her face show her disgust? Did she even really hate these people? Maybe she hated Abby. But Kane? He had just put his own life on the line to save hers, or at least give her more time. Octavia and Lincoln had been nothing but kind to her, and had even managed to make her smile.

She thought of Bellamy. Did she hate him? True, there had been multiple times when she had uttered profanities under her breath because of his arrogance. She remembered the protectiveness he'd showed when Robert threatened her. She remembered the concern on his face when he'd raced her to Abby after she had gotten sick and the way he pushed Abby to make Lina a priority. A flush crept into her cheeks when she thought of how she had woken up that morning with his chest less than an inch from her back and his big rough hand lying lightly on her hip.

She should hate them all. It should be easy. Her whole life had been torn away from her at their hands, but they had saved her and protected her. Her thoughts shifted from her old friends to Octavia's bubbly and contagious laugh; from her father's soft smile to Kane's still body laying on the cot beside her while her blood flowed between them; Hannah's sweet innocent face and Bellamy's blade pressing into Robert's neck.

Lina's mind was brought back to the present when Wallace's voice broke the rigid silence in the room. His face remained hard and his eyes looked at no one in particular.

"So who was it?" he asked. The question didn't register any meaning with Lina, but Abby and Kane shared a look of understanding. "Someone had to be the one to pull the lever." Wallace continued. "I assume Monty was the brain who reversed the fans, but I don't believe that he's capable of mass murder."

Lina couldn't contain the small gasp that escaped her mouth. She understood the weight of the question now. The air in Mount Weather was drawn out by four very large fans. If the fans were to turn in the opposite direction, they would push contaminated air through the vents. That's how it happened. That's how her family and friends died.

"Any of us would have made the same decision." Kane kept his voice calm as he answered. "We regret that the choice had to be made, but in reality…" he let a long pause linger between them before he finished his sentence. He did so with a pointed and stern look at Wallace. "it came down to you or us. And we chose us."

"But who was it?" Lina let the question slip before she could think better. She wasn't even sure she wanted to know the answer. Kane's eyes shot to the floor and he made no attempt to answer. She focused her attention on Lincoln because for some reason she felt that he was the only one who would be truthful with her. But she was again met with silence.

"Abby!" a voice called from the hallway, dragging Lina's thoughts away from Mount Weather. A young girl appeared in the doorway. Her tan skin was covered with dust and Lina noticed a small limp as she made her way towards the doctor. A black metal brace was twisted around the girl's knee.

"Raven, what's wrong?" Kane met her halfway across the room after seeing the worry in the girl's face. Her brown eyes went big when she saw Wallace sitting on the table near Abby, but she only gave a slight pause before continuing.

"Grounders." Her eyes flicked to Lincoln for a moment, then back to the Chancellor. "They attacked another hunting party."

"How bad was it?" Kane asked with his eyes closed. Lina saw his eyebrows knit together in frustration.

"Dillion is dead." Her voice was heavy with grief and her eyes glazed over with threatening tears. "Miller and Harper are fine. Bellamy took and arrow to the side. They think Hannah broke her ankle, and John and Tyler never made it back to camp." She hurried the words out in one breath. Before she had even finished speaking, Kane was running for the exit.

Lina's heart started to beat faster as she watched the ensuing chaos that followed Raven's news. Abby had ushered Wallace off the table and into the vacant chair beside Lincoln. Raven rushed to pull a second cot into view while Abby searched frantically through drawers and cupboards filled with medical supplied. Kane returned accompanied by several others, including a pale and sweating Bellamy.

Bellamy's hands were clamped to his side as dark red liquid flowed through his fingers and stained his shirt. His lips were pressed into a hard line as though they were holding back gasps of pain. The sight made Lina jump to her feet. She had no idea why her stomach was in a thick knot of why her breathing picked up speed. Why had he been out with a hunting crew? For a second she considered helping him to the bed, but the bottom of her feet seemed to be glued to the floor.

Behind him, a blonde woman was being carried in by two boys around Lina's age. The bone of her ankle was poking through the skin above her foot. Lina took in a sharp breath and chocked back the bile that arose in the back of her throat.

"Lincoln, take them back to my office." Kane commanded. Lina tried to fight off the Grounder's grip on her upper arm. Something in her gut told her to stay. Her mind raced back to when she had been the one laying on the medical table. Bellamy had stayed by her side, shouldn't she do the same?

"Let's go." Lincoln's voice sounded like a growl, but his hold on her arm was light. She looked from Bellamy to the Grounder. "Lina," Lincoln held her gaze "Abby will take care of him." With his other hand on her back, he pushed her out of the medical room. Wallace followed close behind them without a sound.

Once they were standing in front of Kane's office, Lincoln threw the door open. He let Lina and Wallace enter and cleared his throat before speaking.

"Keep this door locked." He looked at Lina. "Someone will stand guard by the door, but don't open it for anyone other than Kane or myself."

She plopped herself down in a chair and let out a long ragged breath. Her mind and body were exhausted from trying to figure out her emotions. Things had always been so black and white inside the safety of Mount Weather. Everyone knew everyone and for the most part, everyone was friendly. The biggest confrontation she had ever faced was when a boy in her sixth year class had been mean to her friend Laruen. Their yells had turned into a physical altercation and before the teacher could break them apart Lina had already given the kid a black eye and a deep cut above it.

But this was not Mount Weather. Things in Camp Jaha were not so black and white. She was supposed to hate the Sky People. She wasn't supposed to care that Bellamy was bleeding on a table in the medical center. She wasn't supposed to still feel the heat on her hip from where his hand touched her when they slept.

But she did.

Lina felt the tear run down her flushed cheek and she dropped her head into her hands to that Wallace wouldn't see. What the hell was she doing?

What the hell was she feeling?