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Privileged (36/?)

Summary: Now with a way to unchip their people, the group of delinquents head back to Arkadia with every intent on stopping ALIE. However, an unexpected visitor from a certain mountain throws a spanner in the works. *yn*’s romantic crisis takes some unexpected twists and turns as she tries to keep up a brave face for her friends.”

Warnings: death, violence, ANGST, swearing, some fluffy fluff if you squint

Notes: Based on 3x12 “Demons” of The 100.

‘Privileged’ Masterlist

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"Becca's journal is amazing. At 26, she found a pathway to access a human mind.”

*yn* tore her gaze away from the rover’s window to look at Raven.

“That same year, she had to lock up A.L.I.E. because her answer for what was wrong with the world was too many people.” Raven continued as she flicked through Becca’s journal. *yn* peered over Raven’s shoulder, her eyes travelling over the rough sketches and mathematical equations. They might as well have been written in gibberish.

“She was 27 when it launched the bombs."

“What did she write about the flame?” Clarke queried, swivelling around in the passenger seat to face Raven.

"Well it’s A.L.I.E. 2.0. Becca saw it as a way to atone for her sins. She designed it to not just access a human mind but to merge with one. It could never wipe us out because it would be one of us. She would have put it in herself first, altered her genes so her body wouldn't reject the implant.”

“The gene therapy made her blood black, didn't it?” Clarke queried causing Raven to look up at her in surprise.

“Yeah, it did.” Raven nodded, causing *yn*’s brow to furrow in confusion.

“And you know that because...?” *yn* trailed off.

“Nightblood. That's where it came from.” Clarke explained. “Somehow it became hereditary. Luna has it. That's why we have to find her. If she can access ALIE two..."

“-She can tell us how to stop ALIE one...." Octavia murmured in realisation.

"Get back to the mind pathway.” Monty piped up, causing all eyes to turn to him. “If ALIE uses it to upload our minds to the City of Light, then there's a chance my mom's still alive?” He queried, flickering his eyes up from the chip clutched in his hands. There was a pause as *yn* felt a wave of sympathy wash over her as she studied Monty’s desperate features.

"That depends on your definition of "alive", Monty.” Raven answered softly. *yn* placed a hand on Monty’s shoulder and squeezed it in an attempt to comfort him as the rover fell silent.

She looked down at her lap when she felt warm skin brushing against her own. She shot Raven a soft smile as Raven threaded her fingers through *yn*’s, squeezing her hand tightly once they were entwined.

*yn* glanced across from her and stiffened when her eyes met Elijah’s. She swallowed and averted her gaze from his, turning her attention to the front of the rover. There, instead of finding a reprieve, she found herself staring back at Bellamy who was studying her through the rearview mirror.

The rover was starting to feel a little bit too crowded for her liking.

“We’re almost home.” Bellamy announced as he reverted his gaze back to the landscape in front of him.

“Miller, come in.” Bellamy spoke into the radio. “Harper, you there? Ride is two minutes out.” Bellamy continued when he got no reply.

*yn*’s brow furrowed as he was met with complete silence.

“Good start.” Jasper remarked as the rover slowed down to a stop.

“Nothing new for us then.” *yn* quipped as she pushed open the back door to the rover and jumped out onto the grass. “Don’t even think about it” She ordered, shooting Raven a warning look as Raven moved to follow after her. “You stay here.” She continued as Octavia and Elijah jumped out after her. Before Raven could protest *yn* slammed the door shut, keeping her, Sinclair, Monty and Jasper inside.

“Keep your eyes sharp.” Bellamy spoke as he raised his gun up into position. *yn* slid her blade out of her pants, gripping it tightly in one hand with a small gun in the other. The group slowly edged out of the tree line and into the open, revealing Arkadia.

“It’s been two days since we left, why the hell haven’t they fixed the gate?” Clarke remarked as they slowly approached the entrance.

“Maybe because there’s no one here to fix it.”

Something was wrong, very wrong.

*yn*’s eyes darted around nervously as they slowly made their way into Arkadia, the rover trailing behind them. It was like a ghost town. Everywhere she looked there was nothing but empty space. It was like everyone had vanished into thin air.

“I don’t like this.” She spoke, glancing over her shoulder at the rest of the group on foot.

“Miller, where the hell are you?” Bellamy spoke, frustration laced through his tone as he picked up the radio once more.

“Maybe they got chipped.” Jasper suggested.

“If they got chipped they would have waited for us at the cave, they would have ambushed us or something.” *yn* answered back.

“Maybe they saw the open gate and went in for Lincoln’s book.” Elijah suggested.

“Maybe you should all stop saying ‘maybe’.” Octavia huffed.

“If they are chipped, then ALIE already knows we’re coming.” Clarke spoke, ignoring Octavia’s comment.

*yn* opened her mouth to respond but clamped it shut as they made their way into the centre of Arkadia. She felt her stomach churn as her eyes fell on crimson liquid pooling in the mud.

Lincoln.

“Let’s get his book and get the hell out of here.” Octavia spoke up, her voice cracking slightly as she did. *yn* tore her eyes from the blood before her to Octavia, her heart aching at the grief evident on her features.

“That’s a plan I can support.” Jasper remarked as Octavia turned on her heels and marched towards the main building.

*yn* hurried after her, intentionally keeping her eyes focused on the rover in front of her.

“Close it up and turn the rover around, we may need to get out of here quickly.” She heard Bellamy say as everyone piled inside once the garage gate creaked open.

*yn* hovered near Raven as the metal door slammed shut once they were all inside, engulfing the room in darkness. She waited patiently as Raven carefully stepped out of the rover.

The pair wandered over to the communal area, *yn* feeling her concern levels rising as she noted the abandoned, half eaten meals with food still on cutlery, and playing cards and books scattered everywhere, as if they’d been dumped in a hurry.

“It’s like they just got up and left.” Clarke remarked, voicing *yn*’s own thoughts.

“We should just get in and out. No fucking around.” *yn* spoke, her eyes still surveying the room.

“Let’s pack as much gear as we can into the rover.” Bellamy suggested.

“I’ll get the map.” Octavia announced, hurrying off towards Lincoln’s room.

“I’ll go with her, no one should be alone.” Jasper said, trailing after her.

“What’s the rush? They won’t be coming back.” Raven queried, fiddling with her sling.

“How do you know?”

“ALIE’s mission is to chip everyone, it wouldn’t make sense to return to a place she already took.” Raven explained.

“Well, it might make sense if there was someone in that place who could tell us stuff like that.” Sinclair remarked, shooting Raven a pointed look.

“Good point.” Raven conceded.

“Like I said, let’s get in and out.” *yn* spoke up, to which everyone nodded. She could feel Elijah and Bellamy’s eyes on her as she turned on her heel to make her way out of the main room. She slowed down in the hallway when she heard the uneven steps of Raven limping behind her.

“You seem very eager to load gear.” Raven remarked when *yn* came to a stop and glanced over her shoulder.

“This place is creeping me out.” *yn* answered, waiting for Raven to catch up with her before the pair continued.

“Even though it was, or is, meant to be our home.” *yn* sighed, her eyes flickering over the interior of the Ark. It was strange to think that just over six months ago this had been carrying them up in space.

“Maybe it’s time to find a brand new one. One without a reminder of our shitty past.” Raven answered as they made their way into a supply room.

“I could get onboard with that.” *yn* said as she began to shove supplies into a backpack. “Put it at the top of our ‘things we need to do if we survive this shitstorm’ agenda.” *yn* remarked dryly which caused Raven to let out a chuckle.

The pair fell into a comfortable silence, the only sound was the shuffling of supplies being dragged from the shelves. *yn* let out a small sigh as they worked in silence, letting herself steal a glance over her shoulder at Raven.

“Raven?” *yn* queried, her brow furrowed in concern when she saw Raven standing motionlessly, staring blankly at a bag of wheat in front of her. “Is everything ok?” *yn* continued, speaking softly as she placed her bag down and approached her.

“Um I’m fine I-” Raven cut herself off, seeming to snap out of a sort of trance when *yn* placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I was just thinking.” She spoke as she turned to face *yn*.

“About...?”

“About you... about us.” She admitted quietly. “I mean- not that there’s an us I-” She stammered, feeling herself grow red at the sight of *yn*’s raised brows. *yn* stood patiently, watching Raven inhale deeply and compose herself before speaking again.

“I just meant.” Another pause. “Even though I was chipped, I remember everything.”

“And by everything you mean...” *yn* trailed off, feeling her heart hammer in her chest as she studied the girl before her.

“When I kissed you in the control room and you stopped me. When you told me you had too much going on.”

“Raven I-”

“Just- just let me finish ok?” Raven cut her off, sending her an almost pleading look. *yn* opened her mouth to speak but cut herself off, instead sending Raven a nod of encouragement. Raven shot her a look of gratitude before inhaling sharply.

“I just wanted to say that I get it. That even though I have feelings for you, I understand that with everything going on with ALIE and Pike and Bellamy and Elijah... it’s too much. The last thing you want to deal with is some crippled girl pining after you-”

“Raven don’t you dare talk about yourself like that.” *yn* snapped, anger coursing through her veins. “You’re one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met. And I -”

“-*yn*, please.” Raven interrupted her once more, leaning up to cup *yn*’s cheek in her hand. “Let me let myself go.” She hoarsely whispered as tears welled up in her eyes. “For you.”

“Raven...” *yn* murmured. There was a part of her that was screaming at her to fight for Raven. But there was another part of her that was telling her that this was for the best. That it was wrong to keep Raven on tender-hooks when *yn* knew her heart was already being torn in multiple directions.

“If things had been different...”

“But they’re not.” Raven sighed. “Timing’s a bitch.” She deadpanned causing *yn* to let out a breathless laugh.

“I’ll always be here for you *yn*, and maybe in the future the timing will be right for us.” Raven continued as she pulled *yn* into a tight embrace.

“But for now, you need to focus on keeping us all alive.”

“Just promise me I won’t lose you, even as a friend.” *yn* whispered into Raven’s neck as she wrapped her arms around her.

“Of course I promise, you can’t get rid of me that easily. I just need some time.” Raven reassured her.

“Thank you Raven.” *yn* murmured, squeezing her tightly. The pair stayed like that for a few moments, simply enjoying the feeling of being in each other’s arms before they both reluctantly pulled away.

“I’ll give you some space.” *yn* heard herself say when she noticed that Raven was still fighting to keep her tears at bay. Raven nodded, shooting her one last tight lipped smile before she turned her back on *yn* to continue gathering the supplies.

*yn* knew that Raven didn’t want her to see her cry.

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“What did you find?”

Bellamy turned around in surprise at the sound of *yn*’s voice. She looked at him expectantly as she came to a stand still, her arms folded across her chest.

“Weapons, tonnes of them. And bullets.” Bellamy explained, gesturing to the practically full armoury.

“Shit.” She breathed out. “I guess ALIE doesn’t think her army needs weapons.”

“Lucky us.” Another voice interjected.

Elijah appeared through the doorway of the armoury, keeping his eyes locked on the weapons in front of him as he avoided *yn*’s gaze.

“Where are the others? You radioed everyone right?” *yn* asked before an awkward silence could break out.

“I did.” Bellamy confirmed.

“Raven, Sinclair, Monty and Clarke were all in the hanger before I left to scope out any other supplies.” Elijah spoke.

“Can you try them on the radio Bell?” *yn* queried, inwardly cursing herself as the nickname involuntary slipped out.

“Uh- yeah, I can.” Bellamy nodded, clearly taken aback by the sound of the nickname rolling off her tongue. “Raven, do you come in?”

“Yeah I’m here, what’s up? Is everything ok?” Raven’s voice crackled through the radio and *yn* let out a sigh of relief.

“Where are you? Have you heard from the others?” Bellamy asked.

“Sinclair and I are still in the hanger, Clarke and Monty left to meet you at the armoury. They aren’t there?”

The three exchanged concerned glances.

“No. We haven’t.”

“Anyone seen or heard from Octavia and Jasper?” *yn* queried to which she was met with two shaking heads.

“Is everything ok?” Raven spoke up.

“Just stay where you are Raven, we’ll make our way back to you.” *yn* replied, before Bellamy turned off the radio after Raven responded in confirmation.

She fell silent as her mind began to race and an all too familiar pit in her stomach began to form.

“You’re having one of those feelings, aren’t you?” Bellamy murmured as he studied her body language and facial features.

“Something’s wrong.” She mumbled, more to herself than to anyone else.

“We need to find the others.” She continued, pulling out her blade and hurrying outside before either Elijah or Bellamy could utter a word.

The pair exchanged brief glancing before pulling out their weapons and following after her.

“*yn* don’t you think we should wait to see if we hear from anyone before we race in, we don’t even have a plan if something is wrong.” Elijah called out as him and Bellamy raced to catch up with her.

“I have a plan.” *yn* answered back as they crossed the square to head back inside the main building.

“And that is....?” Bellamy queried.

“Find where our friends are and kill anyone who tried to hurt them.” She responded nonchalantly.

“Of course. Why didn’t we think of that.” Elijah remarked dryly which caused a smirk to involuntarily twitch up onto Bellamy’s lips.

“Hey I never said you two had to come along.” *yn* shot back, shaking her head in amusement as the three made their way inside.

They slowed down to a stop once they were deep inside the building.

“Clarke! Monty!” *yn* shouted out.

Suffocating silence responded.

“Maybe we should head back to the hanger and decide-” Elijah was cut off as *yn* pressed a finger to his lips. He studied her in confusion, watching her as she stiffened up and stared at the hallway behind him.

“Did you hear that?” She whispered.

Before either of them could reply a scuffling sound echoed down the hallway, followed by a large bang.

“It’s coming from the direction of the control room.” Bellamy murmured to which *yn* nodded in agreement. *yn* glanced over at Elijah, realising her finger was still pressed to his lips. “Sorry.” She apologised, gently dragging her finger away from his lips.

“It’s ok.” Elijah answered softly, studying her intently which made *yn* blush slightly as she moved away from him towards the control room.

“Ever occurred to you that we might be walking into a trap?” Bellamy remarked as the three made their way into the control room.

“It did. And I decided I didn’t care.” *yn* responded as she slowed down, her eyes flitting around the derelict surroundings for any sign of life.

“Well, there doesn’t appear to be anyone here.” Elijah stated after the trio spent a few more minutes exploring the room. “I think we should head back and see if we can find the others.”

“Yeah,” *yn* let out a sigh as she finally relented. “You’re probably right.”

“Maybe we can see if any of the security cameras are still working and see if we can spot anyone. Or explore outside the boundaries.” Bellamy suggested.

“Good plan, let’s-” *yn* cut herself off as the sound of metal clanging the ground entered her ears.

The three of them swivelled around to see a metal ball rolling towards them. *yn* stiffened as she stared at it curiously as it grew closer, finally coming to a halt when it came into contact with her boot. Before anyone could say anything the ball shuddered and opened.

*yn* felt terror rush through her as red gas spilled out.

The memory of being alone in the forest and fleeing from the gas before slipping into unconsciousness filled her mind. Before she’d woken up trapped in Mount Weather.

“Fuck.” Bellamy cursed, recognising it instantly. *yn* jerked her head around at the sound of the door sliding shut.

They were locked in.

“We’ve gotta move before it knocks us out, cover your faces.” *yn* ordered, hastily yanking off her shirt to wrap around her face. “There’s an emergency button on the left that’ll open the door.” Bellamy explained.

“Bellamy!” His name slipped past *yn*’s lips when she looked up to see a masked figure suddenly appear behind him. Bellamy turned around just in time, swinging the butt of his gun at his head.

The figure groaned as Bellamy made contact, forceful enough to make him stumble back. “Hurry!” Bellamy shouted, turning his back on him as the three of them sprinted towards the door.

“The door will only stay open momentarily before sealing shut.” Bellamy continued as they approached the bright red emergency button. *yn* could feel her mind going hazy as the gas slowly seeped its way through the fabric of her shirt.

*yn* let out a grunt as she felt something hit her back, causing her to topple to the floor. She flipped over onto her back just in time before the masked figure lunged at her, pushing their entire body weight into pinning her to the ground.

“*yn*!” Bellamy and Elijah shouted simultaneously.

“Just open the fucking door!” *yn* called back, grunting as the figure attempted to rip her makeshift mask from her face. She leant forward and smashed her head against theirs, causing them to be dazed momentarily. Seeing an opportunity she pushed with all of her force, managing to wriggle out from underneath them.

Manoeuvring herself so she was straddling them, she landed a punch to their jaw causing them to slump to the ground. Satisfied, she hastily rose to her feet, stumbling slightly as the gas continued to grow more effective. She would be unconscious in a matter of minutes.

She looked to her left to see the boys had just managed to pry open the safety glass and had slammed the button, with the door now open. “Let’s go!” *yn* urged as they hurriedly met her in the centre of the room. The boys were only steps ahead of her as they ran towards the door, all of them becoming more clumsy and slow as the seconds ticked by.

*yn* glanced over her shoulder, her eyes widening when she saw that their chaser had gotten up to their feet and was now hot on their heels. “Hurry!” She yelled, her heart pounding in her chest when she saw that the door was beginning to slide shut.

She could practically feel the masked person’s breath on the back of her neck, swearing at one point that she felt their fingers scrape her back. The gap was getting smaller and smaller by the second as they grew closer.

Her eyes darted between the two men in front of her and realised the gap would be too small for all three of them to get through one at a time.

They weren’t all going to make it.

She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the pursuer’s fingers graze her neck and with all the energy she could muster she lunged forward. Her body colliding with another as she gripped onto him and pushed with all of her might.

Her vision was growing blurry as she felt the body underneath hers land with a smack on the ground. Her own body slammed against his as they hit the floor, simultaneously the door shutting with a sick thud behind them.

She pulled her shirt off over her face and gasped for air as she desperately tried to rid her lungs of the gas. “Are you ok?” A familiar voice breathed out from beneath her.

Hands were on her face and back, tracing her body for any sign of injury. She blinked a few times as she felt her head clearing and glanced down.

Bellamy’s concerned features stared back at her.

“Elijah.” She mumbled, crawling off Bellamy as she shakily got to her feet. “Elijah.” She repeated, this time louder as she pressed her hands against the door.

“*yn* we’ve got to go, we need to find the others.”

“I can’t, Elijah is in there. We need to help him.” She answered as she tried to pull the door open.

“He’ll be unconscious by now, there’s nothing we can do right now. We’ll only get ourselves caught or killed.” Bellamy winced as the last word escaped his lips and he saw the realisation dawn on *yn*’s face. “I have to save him.” She muttered, although Bellamy could see her resolve waning.

“Ba- *yn* come on, we need to get out of here before whoever that was comes after us.” Bellamy pleaded with her, placing a hand on her forearm. She stilled her desperate movements at the feeling of his skin against hers. Bellamy swallowed and quickly removed his hand as she looked up at him.

A bang on the other side of the door made *yn* jump slightly, shattering the trance like state she was in. “Let’s go, we need to head back to Raven.” She nodded, her survival instincts kicking in as she pulled her hands off the door. Bellamy nodded and the pair broke out into a sprint towards the hanger.

“*yn*! Bellamy!” A voice shouted out as they turned a corner into the hallway that led to the hanger.

“Clarke!” *yn* breathed a sigh of relief as her eyes fell on her best friend. “Thank god you’re ok.” She continued, closing the gap between the pair as they embraced in a tight hug.

“Where’s Monty?” Bellamy queried as he joined the pair.

“Emerson took him.” Clarke explained.

“Emerson?” *yn* echoed, her brow furrowing in confusion. “From Mount Weather?”

“How is that possible?” Bellamy queried when Clarke nodded in response.

“Because I didn’t kill him, I let him go.”

“What are you talking about?”

“In Polis. I had a chance to kill him and I let him go. This is all my fault, Miller, Harper, that’s why we haven’t heard from them he’s-” Clarke began, tears welling up in her eyes as she spoke.

“What about the others? Octavia? Raven?” *yn* queried, speaking softly in an attempt to calm down Clarke.

“I spoke to Raven.” Clarke nodded as she took a deep breath. “She’s still with Sinclair in the hanger. I told them to stay put but then I heard footsteps and that was when I found you.”

“Ok, let’s make sure they’re ok first and then we can find the others.” Bellamy spoke. “Let’s go in from the outside, we’re less likely to get caught in a trap if we come in from the open.”

Clarke and *yn* nodded in agreement before they all hurried towards the hanger.

“Wait, where’s Elijah? Wasn’t he with you two?” Clarke queried as they made their way outside.

“Raven! Sinclair!” Bellamy called out as the three approached the hanger door. He edged in slowly with *yn* following closely behind him.

“Emerson has him.” *yn* answered quietly, guilt overwhelming her at the thought of Elijah lying there, unconsciousness and defenceless. “It’s my fault.”

“Fuck.” Bellamy hissed, distracting Clarke from asking *yn* what she meant. *yn* stepped out from behind Bellamy, her eyes instantly falling on the reason for his curse.

“Sinclair.” His name slipped out from her lips at the sight of his body lying motionless on the floor.

“No.” Clarke murmured from behind her, the pair hurrying to his side.

*yn* watched Clarke press two fingers to his neck as she felt tears pool in the corners of her eyes. She didn’t need Clarke’s confirmation to know that he was dead.

“We're too late.” Bellamy breathed out as Clarke gently closed his eyes.

“No we’re not.” Clarke shook her head. “He didn’t kill Monty or Raven, he would have left their bodies. He took them somewhere.”

*yn* stayed silent as she gently stroked Sinclair’s face.

Another friend, gone.

“If you’re right, then Octavia and the others are there too.” Bellamy murmured in realisation.

“Elijah.” *yn* breathed out, finally tearing her eyes away from Sinclair to look at the pair. “Where would he be taking them?”

“He could be anywhere.” Bellamy sighed. “Does he even know his way around?”

“He was here. You were both in Mount Weather.” Clarke answered and *yn* watched as something dawned on her. “The airlock.”

*yn* rose to her feet as she watched Clarke hurriedly grab the radio, bringing it to her lips. “Emerson, I know you’re listening. We need to talk.”

The three fell silent, watching the radio with bated breath. They grew even more tense as it crackled to life, “I don’t need to do anything.”

*yn* recognised the voice instantly. The one she’d become all too familiar with in Mount Weather. Emerson.

“You should have killed me when you had the chance.”

“And now you’re here to kill me is that it?” Clarke answered back.

“Something like that.”

“Then let my friends go.” She snarled. “Do that, and you can have me.” Her words made *yn* take a step towards her, a worried look on her features.

“Brave, Clarke. I’ll give you that. They’re lucky to have a friend like you.”

“I know what I’m doing.” Clarke murmured to her, sending her a reassuring look before bringing the radio back up to her face.

“Come to the airlock, alone. No weapons. Right now.”

Clarke let out a sigh, shoving the radio in her pocket as she turned to *yn*.

“Before you even say it, you’re insane if you think you’re going in there alone.” *yn* spoke up. “So don’t even think about trying to mater yourself.”

“But-”

“*yn*’s right. We don’t know what happened between you and Emerson in Polis, but we do know that letting yourself be killed by him right now is a stupid plan.” Bellamy interjected, his jaw set in determination as he studied Clarke.

“You guys have a better one?” Clarke queried, her once determined features slowly eroding.

“You distract him, Bellamy and I can figure out a way to kill him and get the others out.” *yn* answered, Bellamy nodding in agreement.

“Let’s go.” *yn* continued, her eyes involuntarily darting to Bellamy. The pair locked eyes briefly and she forced herself to look away, clearing her throat and nodded awkwardly, “We need to free our friends.”

Clarke watched as *yn* stole another glance at Bellamy before she turned on her heel and hurried towards the airlock.

“What the hell happened with Elijah?” Clarke queried, turning to Bellamy once *yn* was out of earshot. “She said it was her fault, what did she mean by that?” Clarke pressed when Bellamy turned to watch *yn* go.

“She-” He cut himself off, inhaling deeply before turning his attention to Clarke. “We were in the control room and we were trying to escape from Emerson. The door was closing and we were both in front of her and *yn* must have realised that there wasn’t enough time or room for us all to get out.” He explained.

“She had to choose between you.” Clarke breathed out in realisation, as Bellamy stiffly nodded in response. Her eyes grew wide as she studied Bellamy and she couldn’t control the little bundle of happiness that surged inside her.

“She chose you.”

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“I held up my part of the deal. Your turn. Let my friends go.”

*yn* pressed her back against the wall, watching as Clarke approached the airlock slowly, her hands raised in surrender.

“Tell Bellamy to show himself first.”

Fuck.

“I don’t know what-” Clarke began but was cut off by the sound of Octavia screaming in pain.

*yn*’s grip on her gun tightened as she turned to Bellamy to tell him to stay put but she was too late. He was already stepping out of his hiding spot and into Emerson’s view.

Emerson yanked Octavia’s head back and pressed a knife to her throat. “Good. Now take out the clip and put the gun on the ground. Then get inside.”

“Please, you wanted me. I’ll get inside once you let them go.” Clarke responded.

“I was talking to Bellamy, not you.” Emerson answered, pressing the knife into Octavia’s chest.

“Ok, ok. Just stop.” Bellamy pleaded as red liquid began spilling out onto Octavia’s chest.

“Bellamy don’t.” Clarke whispered as he slowly placed the gun on the ground, kicking it out of his reach.

*yn* inwardly cursed as she kept herself glued to the wall. She could hear Bellamy’s footsteps growing quieter as he approached the airlock. “Those are yours.” She heard Emerson say followed by the clanging of metal.

Handcuffs.

She gritted her teeth, her hold on her gun growing increasingly tight as she mentally prepared herself to take the shot. She only had one chance.

“Now *yn* next.”

She felt a breath lodge in her throat.

“Come on *yn* don’t be shy, I know you’re lurking around somewhere.” Emerson continued.

A few moments of silence stretched on as *yn* stayed rooted in place.

“Fine.” Emerson called out. “Let’s see if the other Blake sibling bleeds just as easily.”

“Fuck.” *yn* hissed under her breath, wincing at the sound of Bellamy’s grunts of pain. Before she could overthink her actions she tossed her gun out onto the floor and stepped out into Emerson’s line of view.

“That wasn’t so hard was it?” Emerson smirked, eyeing *yn* as she raised her hands up. “Get inside.”

Her eyes darted to Bellamy to see blood spilling out onto his shirt, his eyes wide with fear as he shook his head at her, silently pleading with her to run. She felt bile rise in her throat at the sight of her other friends, their eyes all full of terror as they stared back at her. Her eyes landed on Elijah, her heart sinking at the sight of him on the floor, bound and gagged as he looked back at her.

It was her fault he was here.

“Now.” He demanded as he moved his knife towards Bellamy once more.

She swallowed and tore her eyes from Elijah as she slowly began making her way towards Emerson. The second she was within striking range she leant down to her pocket, suddenly brandishing a blade. She lunged forward towards Emerson, channeling all the rage she had.

Emerson seemed to have predicted this, gripping her arm that held the knife and smashing her around the head with the butt of his gun. Momentarily dazed, she stumbled back, allowing Emerson to rip the knife from her hands and shove her against the wall.

“*yn*!” Clarke shouted.

“Stay there or she dies.” She heard Emerson spit back in response.

She could faintly hear grunts and moans of protest from the others as they struggled against their restraints. She could feel something brushing against her arm and she turned her head to see that Bellamy was handcuffed to the wall right beside her - so close that they could literally touch.

“I spent hours analysing and watching you in Mount Weather. You don’t think I picked up on a few of your little party tricks?” Emerson growled into her ear as he pressed the barrel of the gun to her temple.

“Get in the handcuffs now.”

*yn* blinked a few times as her vision began to clear and she glanced up to see an extra pair of handcuffs that were attached to the same ring as Bellamy’s. She glanced at him momentarily before she slowly leant up and strapped herself into the restraints. She felt her stomach drop as the last handcuff clicked closed.

“I should kill you right now.” He hissed. “If Cage hadn’t been so fucking obsessed with you we might have survived.”

“He might have been an evil piece of shit but at least he had good taste.” *yn* remarked back, wincing as the gun pressed harder into her skin.

“Always the one putting on a brave face. Until we finally broke you in Mount Weather, that is.” Emerson chuckled causing *yn* to flinch. “If I had time I’d torture you all over again. But that’s not part of my plan.”

*yn*’s head slumped against the wall as Emerson finally removed the gun from her head and turned his attention back to Clarke.

“Now, get on your knees.” Emerson ordered, pointing his gun to Clarke. “Hands behind your head.”

*yn* locked eyes with Clarke and shook her head as she watched her best friend comply. *yn* tugged at the restraints but to no avail. She was well and truly trapped.

She watched as Emerson stepped out of the airlock, his gun never leaving Clarke’s head. She felt panic rise up in her as he pressed a button and the doors to the airlock slammed shut. *yn* flinched as she heard a thump at the door and glanced past Bellamy to see Clarke’s face pressed against the glass.

"You murdered 381 people. You took the lives of my children, my brother, my friends. Did you really think that I would be happy with just one life in return, hmm?" She heard Emerson snarl through the glass.

*yn* felt the panic begin to rise up in her chest as realisation fully dawned on her. None of them were going to make it out alive.

She began to writhe against her restraints desperately as Emerson took a few steps back and slammed his clenched fist onto a button. The airlock lighting turned red and *yn* immediately felt the air begin to thin.

She could see Emerson saying something to Clarke but *yn* couldn’t make out what it was he was saying over the siren that had begun to wail mercilessly. *yn* let out a scream of frustration as she pulled with all of her might against the handcuffs, pressing her feet against the wall to use every last ounce of her strength. She could see Octavia slipping into unconsciousness beside her as she felt her own strength rapidly deteriorate.

“*yn*.” Bellamy spoke quietly, she paused and turned to look at him as she felt herself growing weaker. Her body fell limp in defeat as they locked eyes, both of them with tears rolling down their cheeks. He shook his head slightly as his legs gave out from under him and he dangled from his handcuffs.

She knew what he was saying.

There was nothing they could do.

Her own legs collapsed underneath her and she could feel her vision starting to grow blurry. She weakly lifted her head up as she felt Bellamy’s clammy fingers brushing against her own. She blinked rapidly as tears continued to spill down her cheeks as she messily entwined her digits with his. With the last ounce of energy she had left she turned her head and nodded weakly in understanding before pressing her forehead to his.

She felt her eyes flutter shut as Bellamy squeezed her hand and pressed his forehead firmly against hers. “*yn*.” He breathed out as he felt her fingers begin to loosen around his. Bellamy’s own eyes began to droop as he watched *yn*’s head loll back as she slipped into unconsciousness.

"Any last words?” Emerson whispered to Clarke.

“Yeah, Ascende... superius.” Clarke gasped out before slamming the chip into Emerson’s neck.

Emerson spluttered as the chip buried itself into his neck and travelled up to his brain. Clarke shoved him off her as he began to gargle before slamming the button to the airlock.

The door slid open and she dragged herself forward as oxygen flooded back into the space. Clarke let out a sigh of relief as she watched her friends almost immediately begin to twitch and show signs of life.

*yn* let out a gasp as oxygen suddenly flooded her brain and her eyes sprung open. She spluttered as her lungs began to work overtime to collect the air they had been denied as her vision began to clear.

She turned and felt relief wash over her as she saw Bellamy slowly coming too. “Are you ok?” She heard herself whisper to him.

“Yeah..” He breathed out before breaking out into a coughing fit as a result of his exertion. “Don’t strain yourself.” She ordered, unable to hide the concern in her voice.

Her words made a small smile appear on his features as he squeezed her hands that were still restrained beside his. “I’m fine, I promise.”

“Good, now lets get the fuck out of these handcuffs.”

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*yn* felt her lip quiver as Octavia let out a heart wrenching scream. Her eyes never left Lincoln’s body that was placed on the pyre in front of her. She clenched her jaw and blindly reached out to take Clarke’s hand as tears of her own spilled down her cheeks. Her eyes then turned to Sinclair’s body, where Raven had a hand pressed gently to his chest as she said her goodbyes.

Two more friends dead. Two more of her people gone.

She wiped her tears away with the back of her hand and took a step forward. “May we meet again.” She murmured to Sinclair, placing a hand on his shoulder.

She then turned to Lincoln, her eyes quickly filling with tears once more as she stared down at his body.

“Ge smak daun, gyon op nodotaim.” *yn* whispered to him, smiling softly as she brushed a hand against his cheek. “Goodbye brother.”

With that she took a step back beside Clarke as Octavia moved forward, a flaming torch in her hand.

“yu gonplei ste odon.” Octavia spoke as she leant down and pressed the flame to the pyre.

“yu gonplei ste odon.” *yn* and a few others echoed as the wood caught alight.

*yn* inhaled sharply as Clarke reached over and grabbed her hand as they watched the flames grow higher and stronger.

“yu gonplei ste odon.” She heard Bellamy whisper to himself from beside Clarke.

*yn* looked over to Octavia to see her staring at Bellamy, her expression difficult to read. *yn* watched as her face slowly contorted from one of pure grief to one of cold, detached anger.

“It’s time to go.” Octavia announced, her voice still shaking. “I’ll get the map.”

*yn* moved to follow after her but was stopped when she felt a hand gently grip her wrist. “I need to talk to you.”

She glanced up, her eyes widening slightly when she was met with Elijah. “Yeah.” She nodded, noting his determined features. “Of course.”

He nodded before turning on his heel and heading off towards the outskirts of the camp, not bothering to wait up for her. She let out a small sigh and trudged after him.

They ventured further away from the pyre, the voices of their friends and the crackling of the wood growing quieter with every step. Once Elijah was satisfied that they were far enough away he came to a stop.

“Elijah...” She murmured, concern written all over her features as she noticed the pain etched on his own.

“I just want to say. I’m not angry that we haven’t been able to talk. I know these last few days, well the last year actually, has been fucked. And the timing right now is probably not great either but if I don’t get this off my chest I’m going to explode so-” He cut himself off, closing his eyes shut as he inhaled deeply to calm his beating heart.

“I’m listening Eli.” She encouraged, taking a step towards him. She felt her heart sink when his eyes flashed open and he took a step back, keeping the same space between them.

“I- you can’t do that anymore.” He spoke, catching her entirely off guard.

“Do what?” She asked, a puzzled look appearing on her features.

“That- that voice and that nickname it-” He cut himself off once more and inhaled deeply. “Fuck.” He breathed out in frustration.

“I don’t understand.”

“No, of course you don’t.” He chuckled bitterly, running a hand through his hair as he shook his head. “Because you don’t understand the effect you have on me and so many others around you *yn*. You don’t understand what it’s like to be totally and irrevocably in love with someone who doesn’t love you.”

“Of course I lo-”

“Don’t! Don’t you dare fucking say it.” He snarled and *yn* took a step back at the unexpected harshness of his tone.

“Maybe you love me like in a way someone loves an old friend. But you’re not in love with me. Not anymore. And I can’t follow you around like a lost puppy anymore in the hopes that one day you might fall back in love with me.” He continued, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

“I can’t be the person you turn to anymore when you need to feel loved or when you try and get over Bellamy. I can’t be that distraction for you. It’s going to be the fucking death of me.”

“Bellamy and I are done, Elijah. How I feel about you has nothing to do with him.” She heard herself shoot back. Even she didn’t believe her own words.

“You chose him today *yn*. You chose to save him over me. You patched him up after his sister beat him up for getting his boyfriend killed. You clung onto him today in that airlock like he was the only person you would ever want to die alongside. He slaughtered an army of innocent people and you would still choose him over me everytime.”

*yn*’s lips parted in surprise as she stared at him wide eyed. She was totally and utterly speechless.

“I-” She cut herself off as she felt a tear escape her eye to spill down her cheek. “I’m sorry.” She breathed out hoarsely. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know.” He nodded. “But I can’t be there for you anymore *yn*. Not as a lover, not as a friend. I need time.”

“You need space.” *yn* breathed out, Raven’s words from mere hours ago echoing in her mind.

He nodded at her words. “Yes.”

An awkward silence filled the air as they stared at each other, neither of them having any clue what to say. *yn* had just lost one of her best friends. Elijah had just told his soulmate that he couldn’t be near her anymore.

“We should get back to the others.” He mumbled to which *yn* nodded numbly.

The pair made their way back towards the main building in complete silence. All eyes turned to them as they entered the hanger, the tension between them almost visible as they made their way towards the group. She could feel Bellamy’s eyes on her before they flickered to Elijah. He knew something was wrong.

*yn* straightened up and painted on a smile as she approached the others. There had been enough drama for one day, she didn’t need to add to it.

“What’s going on?” *yn* queried when she noticed everyone hugging and saying goodbyes.

“Me, Bellamy, Jasper and Octavia are heading out to find Luna. The others are staying here to try and access ALIE.” Clarke explained as *yn* came to a stop beside her.

“Ok.” *yn* nodded, her eyes flickering between the group that was now split in two. “I call shotgun.” She continued, shooting Clarke a grin before moving to say goodbye to the others.

“And I’ll be staying here.” Elijah announced. “Hope you can do with an extra pair of hands?” He queried, turning to Raven.

“Yeah of course.” She nodded, unable to hide the confusion on her face. Clarke and Bellamy exchanged their own looks of surprise at Elijah’s words. Usually wherever *yn* went, Elijah followed.

“Be careful.” Raven murmured into *yn*’s hair as the pair embraced tightly. “When am I not?” *yn* smirked causing Raven to roll her eyes.

“I mean it Kane.” She teased which caused *yn* to let out a small laugh.

“Yes captain.” She spoke as she pulled away. She shot Elijah a longing look before tearing her gaze from him and making her way towards the rover.

She hopped into the passenger seat and was relieved to see Jasper already in the drivers seat. She leant back in her seat and let out a sigh as Octavia, Clarke and Bellamy piled into the back of the rover.

Somehow she had managed to just escape death, have another friend die and lose two of the people closest to her due to their desire for space all in the space of 24 hours.

“In need of a distraction?” Jasper queried when he noted her blood shot eyes and the way her smile dropped the second she was out of Raven’s sight. She turned to see him waving a music disc in front of her.

“You read my fucking mind.”

Part 37

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Ge smak daun, gyon op nodotaim = Get knocked down, get back up.

yu gonplei ste odon = your fight is over

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