So...it's almost been a year since I've updated. Sad, sad, sad. Recap: Micah is the suspected murder-mastermind. While we know she didn't do it, Shumway has piles and piles of evidence proving otherwise. An obvious set up. Not to mention Daryl, Micah's ex-boyfriend, will be ready to testify against her. I'm pretty sure he really think it was her. Anyway, Micah is to have a hearing in the morning before her fate is decided. She's on house arrest until then and Bellamy is her personal guard. I think that's all the relevant information... Warning: strong and adult themes language ahead.

Faya Gada | 10

Bellamy held his breath.

He's surprised she wasn't mentioning the rapid beating of his heart as her head was now against his chest. Maybe she was just too distracted to notice. His body felt like it was going up several degrees every passing second. His back got a little itchy from the sweat. If she realized O was in fact Bellamy's sister, he honestly couldn't even fathom the consequences. He needed to make this right but he wasn't really sure of how. Maybe he could pretend it was an imaginary friend, or a kid from next door or something. Yeah, he could make that lie work. Except she was a human lie detector, could feel his guilt in this position, and had enough cynicism to seek proof.

"Did the great Bellamy Blake seriously just invent himself a sibling?"

Before Bellamy could rush out a reply, there was a buzz. Both adults brought their attention to the door, Bellamy springing up from the bed to answer it. As he made his way to the living area, Micah leaned her head off the bed to view the front door. When Micah saw the head of short, midnight black hair, she nearly fell off the bed. And there was a bald fellow standing next to him.

"Elliot! Tevin!"

The two stepped into the room after a nod from the guards outside the door. Bellamy paced back to the bedroom to help Micah up from her floor before she threw herself into the visitors' arms, to their surprise. The only other visitors she got were her parents and that hadn't been so lovely. Of course, she was happy to see them. Her icy attitude, be damned.

Elliot was the first person she was able to get her hands on. Her bare arms pulled him into her neck as she held on for her life. The guy tightened his arms and momentarily pulled her feet off the ground, making her squeal. And this is when Bellamy realized she was only in a t-shirt and her underwear.

"Mike, you might wanna put some clothes on…"

After Micah finished hugging Tevin, she threw a dirty look over her shoulder. "Let me be happy for like five seconds. Geez."

And Tevin replied cheekily, "It's nothing I haven't seen-"

A rough slap came to the top of his head, leaving it red. "Ow, I thought these were the cool kids. They should know the secrets of our inner sanctum."

Micah crossed her arms, before making her way to a chair. "Not those secrets. And that was a very long time ago."

Elliot and Bellamy joined her in the living area, Elliot taking off his strap. "How long we talkin?"

"Elliot!" as if he said something scandalous. Micah was surprised at his allowance of the conversation. He was usually really prude and didn't care to delve into details much. "For your information, we were still children. It was a great punch-to-the-face for my dad."

It was the truth. Micah was practically a woman by then and she was bored. Tevin was her best friend and it just kind of happened that way. She wasn't sure if he regretted it, but she certainly didn't.

"Wait," Bellamy interjected, "Tevin was the guy you...?"

"Oh my God, you're mom cooked!" sounded from the kitchen. Tevin was rummaging through her cabinets looking for treasure, it seemed until he found the leftover casserole in the tiny fridge unit.

"Hey, that's for the dead girl," Micah replied dryly. This made the others sober up.

"Hey, don't say things like that."

"What else am I supposed to call myself? There's 'traitorous bitch', but I feel like that's somehow derogatory." Not that she usually cared.

Her comment caused a gap of silence, looks of uneasiness on their faces.

They knew how this was going to go. She was entitled to a hearing with the council. She would plead not guilty and Shumway would challenger her with all this thoughtfully pulled together evidence. Evidence that probably couldn't be refuted without already knowing what would be thrown at her. Kane would surely side with her and, possibly, Abby Griffin, though she didn't know her very well; and she did vote to float her husband. But Micah wasn't familiar with the other council members, their stances, their motives. And she'd only spoken to the Chancellor on maybe three short occasions. She couldn't count on his vote. She couldn't count on anyone's vote.

She had already lost. And she knows she isn't the only one who's thought of this.

Elliot came to stand by her, his hand outstretched. In it was a piece of crumbled paper, crisply folded in squares. "I know this isn't much, but...some of the guys weren't able to come see you so they imparted some words. Just, if you're feeling isolated and in a dark place, read it." He made sure she was watching his face. "It'll give you new purpose."

Elliot shared a look with Tevin before shoving the paper into Micah's hands, hoping she got his message. He made it out to be a heartfelt goodbye with Bellamy standing there, but it was far from it. And he hoped Micah realized that.

There was a knock at the front door and the boys knew their time was up.

It didn't take a genius to figure out Takada's hidden message. As soon as the door shut, Micah did her best impression of a teenage girl who's gone mad. It wasn't hard when all she had to think about was her impending doom in a few days. Her eyes welled up and it became momentarily hard to breathe through her now congested nose. The only bad thing about "faking" was she couldn't say why she was crying or she would be found out. Verbalizing it made the lie a lie, and she didn't need that right now. So she just pretended she was too overwhelmed to recall what words were.

Bellamy's reaction to all of this was perhaps the best things she could've ever hoped for. Yes, she'd cried in front of him, to him before. And he was sensitive toward her, but now he was sure she was inconsolable. She could see him squirming and fighting his male instinct of running the other way. He seemed to struggle between touching her and just letting her have the moment to herself. The uncertainty was a bit humorous to her.

"Micah...Mike…"

She only let herself wail even harder and louder, determined to take control. Blake was increasingly becoming uncomfortable. He softly placed a hand on her back and tried to massage her neck, but she lightly pushed him away which he interpreted as disgust.

"Bellamy, I can't…!"

Blake looked alarmed and whipped his head toward the front door. Did Micah forget that they were audible while in the living area?!

"Mike, I-"

"No, just leave me alone!"

And she ran to her bathroom as dramatically as she could, slamming the door shut for good measure. She collapsed on the toilet, waiting a few minutes for him to believe she needed to really be alone.

After a few moments, she pulled the note from her back pocket in haste and proceeded to unravel the contents. And she was surprised at what she saw. There were four names on the paper:

Peter Morales Elliot Takada
Cliff Martin Shamil Camel

And at the bottom was scrawled writing:

We're coming.

What the hell? Was this some kind of joke?

As she sat there memorizing all of the names on this list, she wondered what to do with the letter. She couldn't leave it on her person. Bellamy would be curious and discover it in a heartbeat. And seeing as his name wasn't on this list, maybe he couldn't be trusted to know about it. She had been in the bathroom for nearly an hour trying to figure out what this fucking secret message was.

Vigorous knocking could be heard from the other side of the door as well as a stern voice. Bellamy wanted to make sure she didn't fall and break her neck or something. That's when she saw the light on the keypad turn green.

Damn, she forgot they disabled all of her entryways. Not knowing what else to do, she threw the note under her, inside the toilet, and straightened up as if she was just sitting. She cocked a smirk in his direction when he entered the bathroom.

"Are we seriously at this stage already? Man, does time fly."

Blake took in her ragged appearance and the panties pulled down to her ankles and rolled his eyes, standing firmly. "You done?"

"Can I get some privacy?"

"You know I'm not supposed to take my eyes off you. I already gave you a good hour. Now let me do my job."

"But -"

"No buts."

The two had a stare down until Micah finally made the decision to reach behind herself and press the button, effectively flushing down her evidence of secrecy. She did this without breaking eye contact with her jailer.

"Well, fine then." She stood up confidently, purposely neglecting to pull the underwear back up her legs.

"Mike - "

"Hmm?" she hummed, stepping closer to him. She stepped out of the underwear completely, pressing her chest against his own. She could already see the lust build in his eyes as it always did. But unlike last time, she wouldn't let him refuse or or take control. She needed a distraction and his body was perfect for that.

"I told you last night - "

"Hmm, hmm. And?" Her hands found his waist.

"And - "

"I want you. And what better way to watch me..." She raised her head to lock his eyes while her hands continued their mission. His belt easily slid from the belt loop to the ground. And her hand snaked under band, prompting a hiss from his lips.

"You know you want to," she taunted, her lips grazing his own.

And he broke. Clenching a fist in her hair Bellamy pulled her into a searing kiss, fighting her tongue for power. Stepping up her game she bit his lip, proceeding to yank down his pants and helping him to remove them. After the two worked off his jacket, Bellamy picked up the slender girl and made his way over to the shower.

Sex was definitely more fun than actual work.

It was night before Micah thought about the note again, being distracted and all. Bellamy had definitely put down his best, no doubt realizing this would be coming to an end soon. Micah would be whisked away in the morning to the hearing. But it wasn't really much of a trial. She was sure there was enough evidence to persecute her. She should've been more grateful that her mentor was able to give her a chance to go before the council and defend herself, an uncommon occurrence on the Ark when crime was suspected. But opinions were made, and no defense could pull her from this one. While Kane was powerful, he was only one of many sitting at the table.

Micah glanced down at the sleeping body under her. Blake had a pleasant smile plastered on his face, no doubt having sweet dreams. She wished she could sleep so freely. Careful of his legs, Micah untangled herself from the body. Stepping over the used towels on the ground, she managed to find a loose shirt and a ripped pair of pants after replacing her underwear. She left the room after hearing the deep snore behind her, making her way for the kitchen. She hadn't eaten since her parents showed up that morning. Passing the bathroom, she could make out the pile of discarded clothes her and Bellamy left behind.

Before she could reach her fridge unit, she heard a light tap on the front door before it swished open.

"Morales?" It was a guard she rarely had any interaction with but knew his face. What the hell was he doing here?

He stepped forward with a finger at his lips, his body low. He peaked into the bedroom to view the comatose Blake and looked at her before whispering, "Really?"

Surprisingly, she felt heat creep up her cheeks at his comment, before getting angry. "Why - "

"Shh."

He motioned for her to come toward the front entrance, wary of waking her bodyguard. Micah being Micah didn't care for being ordered around and crossed her arms with a raised brow. "Don't shhh me!" she whispered back.

Peter Morales gave a look of exasperation before he began making gestures with his hands. Sign language was a limited language on the Ark [1]. There was sparsely any use for it amongst the people. The only ones to learn it were those that took it on as a hobby (i.e. her annoying father). But even the language was broken. Many of its words lost to the space people. Micah was surprised when she realized she still remembered enough to pick out certain words.

Leave...now...secret...

Another light tap came at the door and Morales yanked it open, giving the other guard a look. It was Martin.

Wait, neither of the two were assigned to her. And she couldn't fathom why he would be here of all people. What happened to the other guards?

"We don't have time." He whispered, gesturing for her to come to the door. She quietly came toward the door but didn't walk through.

"Don't have time for what? I don't understand."

"Just follow us."

"Yeah, like I'm stupid enough to fall for this trick. Following you would be a death trap for me."

Of course she wanted to! But she was a law-abiding citizen. She couldn't just flake out on her house arrest. Besides, the monitor on her ankle would go off. And just to get these fools to go away, she put a hand on her hip and let her monitor cross the threshold. But when she didn't hear the alarm, she was immensely confused. She looked back up at the two guards in surprise.

"Still think it's a death trap?" Morales smirked, stepping back into the hallway. "Now, you can stay if you wanna float in four hours...Be my guest."

He was right. She was a goner. Would be dead by the morning. But what could they possibly do about that? They were floating around in space. What, did they plan to hide her onboard for the rest of her life? She would be found eventually.

"Come on, Pike. You're dead anyway," Martin spoke up. "Take a chance. Trust us."

And she suddenly through of the note in her toilet drain, likely floating around space by now. They're names were on the note, as was Takada's. Surely if his name was on the parchment, she could trust them. Right?

Footnotes:

1 – There isn't an actual expert or fluent speaker of sign language on the Ark. With such a small population, I imagine it's almost a dead language. Even those that would highly benefit (the hearing impaired) from using it, aren't able to because there isn't a designated teacher or 'keeper' of sign language. So some people just know certain little words. Like how people know certain Spanish terms from pop culture and peers and such...