"Holding my breath, won't lose you again
Something's made your eyes go cold
Come on, come on don't leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out"
- Haunted, Taylor Swift (Taylor's Version)
Note: I'm pushing Wells death to three days later. It does not affect the storyline in any way.
*****
Wells Jaha dies three days after the fog.
A knife to the neck while he was on guard. Grounders killed him.
Ash didn't know Wells, but he seemed like a genuine person, someone she could have been friends with in another life. The pain of his loss gnaws at her, especially knowing that Chancellor Jaha is still up in the Ark, blissfully unaware of his son's fate. Ash can't help but feel the sting of guilt; she loathes the man and everything he stands for but feels pity for a father robbed of his child.
Desperation fuels Ash and Monty as they work around the clock, trying to communicate with the Ark. The threat of the Grounders looms larger each day, pushing them to work harder, to cling to hope. It's grueling, and Ash struggles to focus with her left arm still bandaged from the fog. But she pushes through, determined.
"Monty, I'm not sure there's much else we can do," Ash sighs, rubbing her tired eyes after yet another failed attempt.
He opens his mouth to argue, but Clarke's voice slices through the air. "Have you tried a working wristband?"
Monty and Ash exchange a look. "No," Ash says after a moment of hesitation. "We haven't found one that's still alive. Why?"
"Then take mine off and use it."
"Clarke..." Ash protests, exhaustion weighing heavily on her. "If you take it off, they'll think you're dead."
Clarke's eyes narrow, anger simmering beneath the surface. "Good. Do it."
A heavy silence settles over them. The stakes feel impossibly high. If they take Clarke's wristband and it doesn't work, there's no way the Ark will send help. And with Wells gone, Clarke is their last hope.
"Clarke, if it doesn't work, there's no way they'll come down for us. We need you," Ash pleads, urgency threading her voice.
"Then make sure it works."
Monty interjects before Ash can argue again. "Fine. We'll do it."
The wristband clicks as they carefully detach it from Clarke's wrist. Ash squeezes her eyes shut, terrified of the outcome. But when she opens them, Monty stares at the wristband in disbelief. It's active.
"It worked!" Ash shouts, a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. Hope surges within her, dulling the weight of the fear that has been pressing down on her.
For a brief moment, they allow themselves to dream of a future, a chance at a life beyond this nightmare. But the reprieve is fleeting.
Ash remains in the tent with Monty, excitement bubbling beneath the surface when an unsettling silence falls over the camp, the kind of silence that feels heavy and suffocating.
"What is it?" Monty asks, his brow furrowing.
"I'm not sure. I'll check it out." Ash's heart races as she makes her way through the whispering crowd, dread creeping into her gut.
In the center of the clearing stands Clarke, a knife held in front of John's throat. The shock freezes Ash in place.
"It's my knife," John says, confusion morphing into fear as he glances at the gathering crowd. "Why? Where'd you find it?"
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