Pretty Lies (Bellamy Blake Fanfic)

Stars in Your Eyes

"Can we do this without her?" I ask, my eyes meeting Bellamy's as he removes hid hand from my stomach and places it on the window in front of us,

"We'll have to. For her,"

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Six Years Later....

"Roan! Time for dinner!" I shout, my voice carrying amidst the empty halls of the ark. I walk through them, looking for the little boy as I peer into every room. My long hair flips into my eyes as I peer into the last room, finding both him, and Bellamy standing next to a window,

"...And when we go down there, I can meet her?" Roan's high pitched voice asks, and I see Bellamy nod his head,

"Octavia's going to love you, just wait," Bell answers, a sad tone in his voice as he talks about his sister. I smile slightly as I knock gently on the frame of the door, alerting the two to my presence,

"Come on, dinner's ready," I say softly, and the small boy smiles as he takes off, running to the main room we had turned into a dining hall. I watch him go with soft eyes, and I turn to look at Bellamy,

"He looks just like him," I mumble, crossing the room to join Bellamy by the large window,

"He acts just like him too. Stubborn and cocky. Although now that I think about it, he may have just gotten that from you," I shake my head as I peer down at the world below us, my eyes straying to the small speck of green hidden just underneath the radiation's surface,

"Shut up Blake," I mumble, and his eyes shine as he leans in, sealing my mouth with a small, loving kiss. I loop my arm around his before leading him out of the room, and towards the main hall, where Monty and the others are already staring at their bowls of green goop,

"... this stuff still sucks," Harper is saying as she raises her own bowl to her lips, downing the green liquid in one quick gulp. I watch as everyone at the table, including my own son, gag and cringe at the taste. I pat Monty's back before grabbing my own bowl, and quickly swallowing the substance. I can feel the slime coat my throat as it slides down, and I instantly let the bowl fall to the table as I cringe,

"Ok. Tomorrow I'll try again to boost the signal from the antenna," Raven announces, and I see Emori perk in her seat,

"Shot gun!" she shouts, shooting Monty a victorious look as she calls it first. The boy slumps into his chair, a disappointed look on his face,

"I know the feeling Monty, but I need an assistant who actually listens when I tell her to come in," Raven explains, and Emori nods her head,

"Or, we could just figure out a way to get to the ground. And we could tell them about Eden ourselves," Bellamy intercedes, and I purse my lips, looking down at the bowl in front of me,

"Bellamy, she worked on the fuel problem all morning," Emori chides, and Bellamy only purses his lips

"Six years and seven days," he states simply, and I cringe at the reminder of how long we have been here,

"Hey, time violation. Dishes, latrine, or Murphy? You choose," Harper remarks, and I sink lower into my seat at the mention of Murphy,

"I'm sorry. I know we said we wouldn't talk about it, and I know that you're doing everything you can," Raven nods her head slightly, and I watch as Bellamy takes his bowl and waves it in front of Monty,

"Seconds?" he asks, and I hear Bellamy laugh,

"Hell no. I choose Murphy," he replies, walking off down the hall as I shake my head,