Pretty Lies (Bellamy Blake Fanfic)

How We Get to Peace (Or Don't)

"I don't care how you make it happen Clarke. Kill Octavia if you have to. Bring her to me in chains and I'll do it for you, or she can surrender herself, but your red queen doesn't seem like the type," Diyoza's voice rings loud and clear throughout the room, and my eyes shift towards Bellamy, who is standing stiff as a board as he stares at nothing, his expression blank,

"Let us worry about that," Clarke says into the radio, her voice hard as I purse my lips. I don't want Octavia to die, simply for Bellamy's sake. But I know why Clarke is doing this... if I was in her position, I would too.

"We have an understanding then," 

"We do," 

"Good. Call me back when its done, and we can work out the details of your crossing. Over and out," The second that Clarke puts the radio down, Bellamy shakes his head,

"No way," his voice is shaky as the words leave his mouth, and I look over to see his eyes watering, threatening to spill with tears,

"Bellamy-" Clarke starts, moving towards him,

"We are not killing me sister Clarke. I don't care how crazy she is," he finalizes, whirling around to face her. They stare at each other as he reaches down, taking the radio from her hands before handing it over to Monty,

"Run the loop. The Rover's charged. We're getting our friends," he reaches over, pulling out a duffel bag filled with rations and clothes. I meet Roan's eyes from across the room, and I motion for him to come here. I take his bag in my hand, placing it next to Bellamy's as he rummages through it,

"That was reckless. We had a plan. You agreed," Bellamy continues, pulling out a black, thick jacket for Roan to sling over his shoulders,

"That was before Octavia made Madi her second," Clarke argues as Monty hooks up the radio to the monitor, showing the still picture of Polis.

Everyone in the room stills, as we all look towards Clarke, and I imagine what would happen if Roan was Octavia's second.... Hell, I can't blame Clarke now...

"That army marches to war as soon as they find out the eye is down. I can't let that happen," Clarke explains, and Harper takes a step forward,

"So we don't tell anyone," she offers, and I shake my head,

"They'll know as soon as we drive away," I reason, and Bellamy crosses his arms over his chest,

"Who cares? We grab Madi and we go. Plain and simple," he states simply, but Clarke only shakes her head,

"Bellamy, she's by her side-"

"She's my sister Clarke," he interrupts, the emotion thick in his voice as his hand clenches around the bag in his hands,

"I know. Tell me what else to do," Clarke demands, her voice rising as she looks between everyone in the room. Her eyes land on me, and her glare becomes accusatory,

"You're hiding something from her too. I know it. You lied to her when you said Bellamy was the father. You're just as desperate as I am," she continues, and I purse my lips tightly together as my whole body tenses. I can feel Bellamy tense beside me as he looks down at his feet, not knowing how to answer,

"We stop the war," Monty announces suddenly, breaking the silence as we all turn to him,

"How?" Harper asks, and Monty bends over, reaching into his bag to produce a clear tube filled with a familiar liquid,

"Algae," he answers, and Bellamy sighs, shaking his head, "Cooper already gave me permission to show what it can do. She's meeting me before the afternoon meal so I can take her to the-"