Hey everyone!

I've decided to post another chapter because I feel that there are so many ways I could go with this.

I got two reviews, so I'd like to thank Elf10444 and Guest.

Guest: Thanks, I hope you like where I take it. :)

Anyways, enough of me rambling, here's the story.


Chapter 2:

She pressed against Bellamy's chest, leaning into his tight hold on her. A tear slid down her face, whether from joy or sorrow she was unsure. After a few moments, she pulled away, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Is this real?" Clarke whispered, blue eyes flickering with hope.

Bellamy simply nodded, though uncertainty hid beneath his dark gaze.

"Who else had the dream?" She questioned curiously, simultaneously hoping and not hoping that they were the only ones.

"O, for one. As for the others, who knows. Maybe all of the delinquents did. That's our job to find out."

Clarke nodded. "Can we go see her?" She asked, meaning Octavia.

Bellamy, in response, grabbed her hand and practically jogged to his room, Clarke running to catch up. He opened the door and closed it quickly, looking around before lifting the floorboard. His mother wasn't home that night, and Clarke shuddered, knowing why.

Octavia climbed out of the floor and her brown eyes widened at the sight of Clarke. She ran over and embraced her in a tight hug, and Clarke smiled.

"You are real." She heard her murmur, and Clarke pulled away.

"You guys want to talk about the dream?" She asked softly, sitting on the edge of Bellamy's bed.

The siblings nodded and they all took turns talking about the dream, occasionally having to wipe away a tear or two. When sunlight started to edge into the room, Bellamy finished the tale with his part in the Mount Weather ordeal before falling silent.

Clarke touched Bellamy's arm, looking at his watch. "Shit." She muttered. "I am so dead." She got up and ran to the door, giving them a small wave. "I probably won't be able to meet for a while unless you come back to the medlab Bellamy." She called out quietly. "We'll figure this out." She closed the door and took off with a run to her house. By the time she reached the door, Clarke was panting and out of breath. She gathered herself before silently cracking the door, peering inside.

"Abby, I have to tell everyone. They deserve to know." A hushed voice argued.

"No Jake, I can't lose you. They'll float you if you do this." A desperate voice retaliated, and Clarke shuddered, memories flashing in her mind.

"I will do what needs to be done." Jake replied, determination and finality clear in his tone.

"If not for me, then for Clarke. She can't lose you. One last time, I ask, don't do this." Abby begged, and Clarke knew tears were streaming down her mother's face.

Before Jake could answer, Clarke opened the door all the way and walked in.

Both of her parents whirled around, staring at her with shock. "Clarke, where have you been?" Abby asked in a stern tone.

Clarke straightened her shoulders, fixating her gaze on her mother. "That doesn't matter. What matters is that you guys are arguing about something that could get Dad killed."

Abby gasped, and turned to Jake. "Did you tell her?" She asked angrily.

Jake shook his head quickly, looking at Clarke. "Clarke honey, how much did you hear?"

Clarke shrugged her shoulders, forgetting she knew because of the dream. She opened her mouth before closing it. She bit her lip, contemplating on what to say. "Enough." She finally responded, fear in her eyes. She decided to say something, even though she wasn't supposed to know anything about it. "I know the oxygen levels are going to fail soon, and we don't have much time. Dad wants to tell everyone, because they have a right to know, but Mom knows he'll get floated. Am I right?"

"How do you know ... never mind. You can't tell anyone, okay?" Jake stared at Clarke intently, nodding when she agreed.

Abby broke the silence. "I need to go to work, Clarke, join me at ten."

"Okay Mom." She replied absently, gazing at her father with determination.

Abby left, and Clarke hugged her father, whispering in his ear. "Dad, I want to help, I know things that you don't, and you're doing what is right." Clarke knew what would happen to her, but she wanted to help anyways. "It sounds crazy, but I had this dream..." She explained the first parts of it, but Jake cut her off, murmuring into her hair.

"I'll do it today Clarke. I will make the video and project it everywhere across the Ark. I am making the video at nine o'clock sharp. Stay here, when it's time then you can come with me."

Clarke nodded and went to her room, staring at the clock before falling into a restless sleep. In no time, Jake shook her awake and motioned for her to follow him into the kitchen. "Sit down." She sat down, and whirled around when she felt her arms being cuffed to the extremely heavy table. Jake sat the key on his bed where she couldn't get it before framing her face in his hands.

"I'm not letting you get locked up. After what you told me, I can't let that happen to you, even if it isn't real. I love you more than anything in the world. Stay strong." He kissed her forehead and left.

Clarke pulled at the cuffs until her wrists began to bleed and her skin was scraped raw. She let out a hitched sob, tears streaming down her face as the door was kicked down by the guard.

"Clarke Griffin, your father was arrested for treason. Did you know anything about this act?"

She shook her head fervently, biting her lip.

Her cuffs were roughly taken off by one of the guardsmen, and she winced, standing up. "Can I see him?" She asked shakily, not bothering to stop the flow of tears.

The guards escorted her to the floating area, as everyone called it, and Clarke held back another sob. Jake was standing just outside of it, talking to the Chancellor.

Clarke ran as fast as her legs would carry her and embraced him, not noticing Wells' presence.

A sad smile passed across Jake's face as Clarke was dragged away, and he stepped into the chamber. Doors sealed, and with the push of a button, Jake was instantly sucked out into space.

Clarke let a piercing scream escape her mouth, and she crumpled to the floor. Her mother touched her shoulder, and Clarke shot her a look of fury. "You told him, didn't you? You got Dad killed." She started angrily, before muttering "I hate you" in a low, cold voice.

Abby's eyes widened, and Clarke stood up, running away. Her feet hit the ground rhythmically, and it soothed her as she reached her destination. She knocked, and as soon as the door opened, pulled whoever answered close to her.

"They floated my dad." She stated, tears once again streaming down her face.

Bellamy pulled her inside and closed the door, sitting on his bed. "Clarke, I..." He trailed off, holding her close to him and rubbing small circles on her shoulder.

Clarke cried until she couldn't cry anymore, and then she just fell silent. "I screamed at my mom too. She turned him in, I can't believe it. That damn dream is coming true. I cannot live with her." She finally whispered hoarsely.

"Stay here for now." Bellamy replied, helping her to lie down. "Go to sleep." He pulled the covers over her body as if she were a young child. He rested his eyes upon her and she smiled, closing her eyes, grasping his hand at the last moment before she drifted into a light, fitful sleep.


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