Homecoming

“No,” Bellamy said under his breath, as much to himself as to her. Then, “No,” he called out, louder. No one heard him over the clamor in the room. Except Clarke and Wells. Clarke’s hand fell away from him, and she and Wells stared at him in confusion.

“Bellamy!” Clarke said, her eyes wide. “What are you doing?”

“I can’t just stand here and let all these innocent people put their asses on the line for me. They have kids; they have families. They don’t need this shit.”

Wells stepped forward and put a firm hand on Bellamy’s shoulder. “Hey,” he said. “Hey, just relax.” Bellamy tried to shake free of Wells’s grasp, but Wells wouldn’t let him. “Bellamy, I get it. You’re not used to accepting help. But this isn’t Confinement for selling stolen goods at the Exchange. This is the death penalty. Rhodes is going to kill you.”

Bellamy leaned over and put his hands on his knees. He took a few deep, steadying breaths. He knew that Max and Sasha’s people believed in something bigger than themselves. He had seen it in their kindness toward each other, in the way they welcomed three strangers into their lives. He had seen it in Max’s leadership. But he didn’t know how he could ever bear the burden of their generosity.

Clarke took Bellamy’s hand again and looked into his eyes. “Even if you won’t do it for you, will you do it for me? Please?” Her voice was trembling, and something in Bellamy’s chest shifted. He’d never heard her sound so vulnerable, so scared. He’d never heard her beg anyone for anything. Anything she wanted, she went after herself. But that wouldn’t be enough this time. She needed help.

“And for me.” Wells clapped his hand on Bellamy’s good shoulder.

Bellamy turned from Clarke to Wells. How had this happened? When he and Octavia had left the Colony, it’d been them against the universe. And now he had people who cared about him. He had a family.

“Okay,” he said with a nod, fighting back the tears threatening to make an appearance. He forced a smile. “But just this one time. Next time I’m sentenced to death for being a hotheaded idiot, you have to let them take me.”

“Deal,” Wells said, stepping back with a grin.

“No way. You’re my hotheaded idiot.” Clarke rose onto her toes and kissed him. Bellamy wrapped his arm around her and kissed her back, too moved to be embarrassed by the prickle of tears in his eyes.

CHAPTER 17: Glass

Glass shoved the cabin door open with her shoulder. Both her hands were full, one with a bucket of water from the river, the other with a sack of berries she’d found growing nearby. She dropped the food on the uneven wooden table and carried the water over to the basin. Without having to think about it, Glass reached up and took down a small bowl from the shelf. After just two days, she was already so comfortable in their little house that it felt as if she and Luke had been settled there forever.

Their first morning in the cabin, they had stepped outside cautiously, scanning for signs of Earthborns. But there was no hint of any other human life. Slowly their comfort and confidence grew, and they trekked a few meters away in an attempt to find food.

They were both so focused on their search, they almost didn’t notice a deer grazing nearby. Glass raised her head to call Luke over, and just before his name left her lips, she saw it, standing just feet from her. It was young—was there a special name for a baby deer? Glass strained to remember—and so beautiful. Its soft brown muzzle twitched as it sniffed the air, and its wide brown eyes were sweet and sad. Glass was afraid to move, for fear of scaring it away. She wanted Luke to see it too, but she couldn’t make a sound. She and the deer stared at each other for a long moment, until finally Luke turned and saw it. He froze. She could tell from the look on his face that he was as awestruck by the animal as she was.

The three of them stood there, locked in a silent exchange. Finally, a distant rustle in the trees sent the deer bolting off into the woods with barely a sound. Glass let out a sigh as it disappeared. “That was incredible,” she said.

“Yeah,” Luke agreed, but his expression was serious.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, surprised at his reaction.

“It’s just—if we don’t find something to eat, we’re going to have to, you know…” He trailed off.

Glass’s heart sank. She had been so transfixed by the deer’s expressive eyes; she hadn’t stopped to think that she might be forced to eat it. The thought made her stomach turn. “Let’s not worry about that now,” she said. “Just keep looking.”