|Eighteen| Meeting the Enemy

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Bellamy and I carried as many guns as we could back to camp, only hearing the scared screams of the campers. "The Grounder escaped!" Miller yelled. Alyssa raised a brow but then smirked as Bellamy glanced down at her, a smirk forming on his own face.

"Let the Grounders come. We've been afraid of them for far too long. And why? Because of their knives and spears. Well, I don't know about you, but I'm tired of being afraid." He glanced at Alyssa, who nodded, replacing her excited smirk with a serious look. They both set the guns in front of them, earning gasps and surprised looks.

"These are weapons, okay? Not toys. We're going to need to be ready to give them up to the Ark when the drop ship lands, but until then, they're going to help keep us safe." Alyssa spoke to the crowd.

"There are plenty more where that came from. Tomorrow, we start training. If the Grounders come, we're gonna be ready to fight." Octavia walked behind Alyssa and grabbed her arm. Alyssa offered her a small nod before handing the guns off to Bellamy. Octavia pulled her to a small fire and sat on a log.

Alyssa followed her doings and sighed. "So, you let the Grounder go, huh?" Alyssa smiled and Octavia widened her eyes. "I would have done the same, it's okay."

"You should meet him. His names Lincoln" She smiled hopefully and Alyssa grinned. "He speaks English.. He's really sweet too." She blushed and looked to her hands as she leaned against a post. 

"Oh?" Alyssa smiled and raised a brow. "A Grounder, one who kills, sweet?" She teased the brunette.

"He kissed me." She blushed again. Alyssa grinned at her and looked to the fire ahead of her. "Anyways, after he left, I made you and I a tent, if you want, of course. I didn't know if you had one or not. I was just thinking..." She trailed off nervously and Alyssa nodded with a wide grin.

"Thank you, I really appreciate it." The pair sat in a comfortable silence when Bellamy looked over to his sister and her friend, whom he now considered his friend too.

His eyes softened, trying to think of what to say to her to try and reconcile, but nothing came to mind. He bent down beside Alyssa's pack and grabbed one of the blankets she had insisted on bringing home before making his way over. He gently wrapped the blanket around his sisters shoulders and she turned away from him but accepted the blanket. Alyssa went to leave but Octavia stopped her by setting her arm on her wrist.

"I don't expect you to forgive me. But you're going to have to find a way to live with it." He said softly and Octavia pursed her lips and looked down. "Because I'm not going anywhere." A smile spread across Alyssa's face and she bit her lip as she looked to her lap.

"Bellamy, Alyssa.. It's time." Clarke called toward them. Alyssa stood up and nervously sighed as Bellamy turned around.

"That Grounder escaping, was that you?" Bellamy asked and Alyssa glanced at Octavia.

"I had nothing to do with it." She answered coldly but then looked down. "Thanks for the blanket." Alyssa made her way to the tent, Bellamy directly behind her. They entered and Alyssa saw Jaha clearly on the screen. They each put on a headset and anxiously sat down.

"Mr. Blake, Miss Kane." 

"It's Alyssa, Thelonious." The dark haired girl replied coldly as she glared at the screen.

"I've wanted to talk to you both for some time now. Your father included." He remained emotionless, as did Alyssa as each of their cold stares bore into each other.

"Let's not make this personal." Alyssa muttered and Clarke entered the tent, grabbed a spare headset off the table.

"Before you do speak to them, I'd like to make this clear.. from not only me but the entire camp." Clarke paused as Bellamy and Alyssa looked at her. "When you sent us down here, you sent us to die. But miraculously, most of us are still alive. And most of that, is because of these two. Because of Alyssa and Bellamy. Even if they aren't part of the 100, they are one of us. They deserve to be pardoned of their crimes, just like the rest of us."

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