Chapter 7

Still on the Ark, nine months earlier…

When Bellamy turned twenty-two, Jane was seventeen years old, and the most beautiful girl on the Ark, in Bellamy's point of view, of course. They were to meet in his room after curfew to celebrate. She didn't knock on his door, and just punched in the code number. She stepped inside. Bellamy was lying down on his bed, bare-chested, and waiting.

"Hey, birthday boy," she said sitting on the bed next to him.

"Hey, Janey," he said, kissing her. She broke off the kiss and set two muffins on the table.

"Come on, let's celebrate."

"Where the hell did you get those?" he said, going straight for the table.

"Eeeeh, better you didn't know."

"Come on, Jane. These are expensive as hell. How did you get them?"

She chuckled. "I'm not telling you."

"Oh yes you are," he said grabbing her with a sly grin on his face. He tickled her until she couldn't breathe anymore.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you," she wheezed, and he stopped tickling her. He was sitting on top of her, though, holding her wrists above her head. "It was fifteen rations each," she said.

"You did not just go there," he said. "How many days haven't you eaten for this?" He helped her back up.

"I earn two rations every day for the double-shift."

He stared at her. "So you've been eating only one meal a day for a month."

"Something like that," she said shrugging and sitting back up.

"You are crazy,"

"I know." She handed him one of the muffins. "Eat up. Bon appétit." She bit in hers. "And happy birthday," she said with her mouth full.

Bellamy could just smile and shake his head at this amazing young woman. How on earth – how on the Ark – could this ever had happened? What did he do to deserve her? He ate his muffin, too, both taking extra-long to eat it. It was a once in a lifetime kind of thing for them, and they were going to enjoy it. They shared their day's experience and then lay in bed simply talking of this and that. Bellamy couldn't be happier.

Until she sat up and took off her shirt. "I've got something else for you," she said. Bellamy stared at her wide-eyed.

"No. I'm not taking that."

"Yes, you are. And you're not taking it. I'm giving it." She smiled and sat on top of him and took his t-shirt off.

"Jane, I don't- I'm not sure- I-"

"Shut up and kiss me," she said, leaning down on him and kissing him herself. This was too good to be true. But Bellamy dived in head first. It was their first time, and it was perfect. Once it was finished, they both lay in bed, silent. And they eventually fell asleep.

The following days were pretty much the same as before. She worked twelve hours, he worked his own shifts, and they met up in the evenings. They never talked about that night again and never did it again. Bellamy didn't want to be the one to ask, and she didn't offer again.

After a week or two, Jane started to feel sick. She would puke once or twice every morning, and she had trouble keeping down what she ate. She didn't tell Bellamy because she didn't want him to worry about her. For three months, she was sick. After that, she felt better. She hadn't eaten much in those months, but now she was really hungry. She was happy to work double shift so she could eat twice a day. And still, she and Bellamy met most of the evenings. Not every night, anymore. She was tired. Working twelve hours exhausted her. And she didn't know why. Maybe she needed to take it slow and work only one shift. But then she wouldn't have two rations a day.

Bellamy noticed there was something wrong with her, but he didn't mention it. He knew it would hurt her ego.

She fought the fatigue and continued to work the double shift. But then, she noticed that she couldn't close her pants any more. That must be the double rations, she thought. Or she was just bloated. On the fifth month of being sick and very bloated, she finally decided to go see Doctor Griffin.

"Hello, Jane, what can I do for you?"

"I'm not sure," she said, sitting on the bed Doctor Griffin was inviting her on. "I've been sick for three months, puking in the mornings, but now I'm bloated and my belly is huge. It's like there's air in it. I don't know what's wrong with me."

Doctor Griffin paled and looked at Doctor Jackson. "Get the ultrasound machine." He nodded.

"What's that?" Jane said frowning. "Is it serious?"

"If I think it is what it is, then yes." She paused. "Lie down and lift up your shirt to show me your belly."

Jane obeyed.

Doctor Griffin didn't need an ultrasound to be sure. But she still did it. For Jane's sake. "I'm going to put some cold gel on your belly, okay?" she said just before squeezing the tube on her belly.

Jane hissed. "Ooh, cold."

Doctor Griffin gave her a tight smile. She ran the device on her belly, showing pictures Jane couldn't make sense of on the screen.

"What's that?" she asked, panic rising inside her.

Doctor griffin didn't answer right away. "Jane, you're pregnant."

"What? How?"

Doctor Griffin and Doctor Jackson exchanged a glance. "Jane," Griffin said, turning her attention back to her. "When did you start having your period?"

"What's that?"

Again, the two doctors exchanged a look. "Bleeding. In your underwear. Once a month."

Jane frowned. "Uh, I don't know. Maybe a little after I turned fifteen."

"That's late," Jackson noticed.

"And why didn't you come to me?" Griffin asked.

"Why would I come to you? It was humiliating. I didn't want to show you that."

Abby Griffin took a deep breath. This was not the doctor talking, but the mother in her. "Jane, every girl has her period. But once you have it, you have to come see a doctor to put a IUD in you and-"

"What's that?"

"An intrauterine device. It's to prevent you from getting pregnant. Parents are allowed only one child on the Ark, and only when they cleared it with me. And only if they're married."

"I didn't know," she said, panic hitting her in full force.

"Well, now you know." She paused. "When did this happen?"

"What?"

"Jane, it takes two to make a baby. You had sex with a boy. When was it?"

And then it dawned on her. Bellamy was the father of her child. Of course, he was. They had had sex that one night. If she'd known what it would have done to her, she would never have done it. And they were both outlaws, now. She quickly counted in her mind.

"5 months."

Doctor Griffin's shoulder's slumped. "It's too late to have an abortion, and you're too young to get floated."

Jane's eyes widened. "Floated?"

"I'm sorry," Griffin said. "Having a baby without a Doctor's consent and out of wedlock is illegal. Can you tell me who the father is?"

Jane thought fast. If what they had done was illegal, and she was too young to be floated, Bellamy would be floated. And she could not let that happen. She vowed never to say his name. "I don't know who it was."

Griffin and Jackson eyed her suspiciously. "But you know it was five months ago."

"Yeah," she said wearily. "There was a party, and moonshine and I was drunk and he was drunk too, and it just happened, I guess. I don't remember who it was." Jane tried to be as pathetic as possible for them to believe her.

Doctor Griffin sighed. "I'm sorry, Jane. I wish I didn't have to do this." She pressed a button on the table. "Get me security," she ordered. Jane paled. But if she had to go into Lockup to spare Bellamy, she would. Gladly. He had done so much for her, already.

A couple minutes later, the Commander of the Ark walked in with two guards. And one of them was Bellamy. Jane paled, but tried to keep herself together. If Bellamy or her did something wrong, he would get floated. Their eyes met for a second and she slightly shook her head, silently telling him to be quiet.

"What's the problem, Doctor?" The Commander of the Ark said.

"This young girl is pregnant. Out of wedlock and without a doctor's consent."

The Commander nodded. "Take her," he ordered his two men. The other one – Nathan Miller, from what Jane knew – tied her hands in her back, and he grabbed her arm. Bellamy grabbed her wrist, as close to her hand as possible.

"Who's the father?" the Commander asked Griffin, ready to send a second team to grab him.

"She doesn't know," Griffin said, and Bellamy squeezed her arm once.

The Commander lifted an eyebrow and turned to Jane. "Who's the father of your child?"

"I already told the doctor. I don't know." Bellamy's grip on her was holding her together. "There was a party and moonshine and things like that happen. And Doctor Griffin can tell you that I didn't come for the, uh, thing-"

"IUD," Doctor Griffin offered.

"IUD," Jane echoed. "I didn't know."

"How come you didn't know?" The Commander asked, suspicious. And he also kept an eye on Bellamy and Miller. Bellamy tried not to give into panic.

"Sir," Doctor Griffin said. "The girl grew up without a mother and her father died when she was thirteen. I was there. Both times. No one told her those things."

The Commander sighed. "Fine. Bring her to Lockup," he ordered his two men. They followed him to the prison. Miller and Bellamy escorted her inside the Cell.

"I'll give you two a minute," Miller whispered to Bellamy and Jane once they were inside.

Jane was completely lost.

"I told him a few weeks ago that you and I were together," he whispered to her. "I trust him." He untied her hands and cupped her face in his hands. His eyes were brimmed with tears. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm so sorry, Jane."

"It's okay," she said. "As long as they don't know you're the father, you'll be okay. If they know, you'll get floated. Promise me you won't tell."

"What about you?"

"Don't mind me. I'll be safe here. I've got 4 months left. Promise me, Bell."

"I promise. But in four months you'll be eighteen."

"We'll figure something out." She placed a small kiss on his lips. "Now go," she ordered. He kissed her one last time.

"Blake, hurry," Miller said from inside. "The Commander's coming."

Bellamy broke away from Jane, at the same time his heart broke. How would she survive? How would he survive? He left her cell with one last glance over his shoulder for the girl he loved who was carrying his child.

Bellamy snapped back to the present, when he heard Octavia's small cries. Murphy and Jane were still talking and laughing by the fire. Most of the people had gone to bed, by then. How long had he spaced out?

"Murphy, off to bed," he ordered.

"Blake, you may be a dad, now, but you're not mine. I do whatever the hell I want."

Bellamy frowned. He couldn't control Murphy, and he didn't like it. He didn't like it, either, that he was spending time with Jane.

"Jane, let's go to bed."

"Bell, I'm not tired. And Murphy's right. We do whatever the hell we want," she said it lightly, laughing. "I'll join you later."

"Now, Jane," Bellamy ordered, his voice deep, a frown on his face.

Jane stopped laughing. "Wow, Bell. Since when do you give me orders? I was the one who got locked up so you wouldn't get floated, remember?"

"I remember," he said in his deep voice. "Now come on."

"You know what, Bell?" Jane said standing up. "Go float yourself." She stomped away with Octavia in her arms, heading to the door in the wall. "And don't follow me!" she called out.

"Woop, trouble in paradise," Murphy said quickly walking away so Bellamy wouldn't punch him in the face.

"Shut up, Murphy!"

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