SAVIOUR, BELLAMY BLAKE ( 1 )

THREE

Bellamy, who's suddenly more nervous than he had been before Clarke's speech, speaks up. "We're stronger than you think. Don't listen to her. She's one of the privileged," Bellamy moves so he's standing in front of a much larger group of delinquents, desperate to reach some of them with his 'motivational' speeches. "If they come down, she'll have it good. How many of you can say the same?

"We can take care of ourselves. That wristband on your arm? It makes you a prisoner. We are not prisoners anymore! They say they'll forgive your crimes. I say you're not criminals! You're fighters, survivors! The grounders should worry about us!"

Shouts of agreement come from the surrounding crowd. Monty turns quickly, already feeling his hope of getting anyone else to help diminishing. Monty takes the redhead from Sterling after a few hushed lies are whispered about how he's going to take her to sit down and relax with him in the dropship.

When the two reunite with Clarke on their way towards the dropship, Monty is quick to question the girl. "Now what?"

"Now we go after Jasper," Clarke states.

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Grace stands next to her best friend, watching as Bellamy dabbed at the teeth marks on her thigh gently.

"What the hell was it?" Bellamy asks, looking back at Grace who merely shrugged with a sigh. She really didn't want to talk about that stupid accident that almost got both her and Octavia killed.

"I don't know. The others said it looked like a giant snake," Octavia says, sending Grace a look that said 'if you don't sit down I'm going to punch you in the face'. So, naturally, Grace stuck her tongue out at Octavia and then sat down beside the girl.

What? Octavia could be scary when she wanted to be.

"Were you bit too?" Bellamy asks, watching as the redhead sat down next to Octavia. Grace pursed her lips and but her tongue. Technically she was scratched and not bitten, but she didn't necessarily need to say that. Besides, why the hell did he want to know? It was none of his damn business.

"Maybe," Grace said at the same time O said "yes."

"Traitor," Grace mutters to the girl, crossing he arms in defiance. Bellamy rolls his eyes at the two girls before moving to kneel in front of Grace. Grace moves away on instinct, unsure of his actions. She couldn't help it. Just because he was Octavia's brother did not mean she could trust him.

Bellamy lets out a sigh before sending her his bitch face. "I need to look at it. It could be infected."

Grace bites her lip. She knows that she should let him look it and clean it up a bit, but she that didn't mean she couldn't be hesitant. "I'm fine."

Bellamy glances at his sister in annoyance. Octavia smirked and nodded her head, answering his silent question. Was she always like that? Yes. Bellamy turned to smirk at the redhead who watched him wearily. "Stubborn, are we sweetheart?"

Sweetheart? Grace wondered. Shaking her head slightly she looked down at the man in front of her. Her eyes drift towards her pant leg that was now damp with blood as she recalled all of the information she had read in the books on The Ark. If she does not let Bellamy look at the wound it could get severely infected and that would be a much bigger problem. So, she bit her lip and nodded her head slightly. "Okay, fine. Let's just get it over with."