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     Sam had been able to get rid of the two guards following her but Emerson had captured and handcuffed her. My heartbeat sped up more the longer I was only able to see her on the monitor, standing in front of Cage but not hearing a word of what they were saying. It was driving me mad. Sam shouldn't be there. She had come in for me and now she risked losing her life. I felt powerless.

- "President Wallace."

Clarke spoke on the walkie as I paced the room unsettled, not moving my eyes from the screen on which Sam was. The three people on it looked surprised to hear Clarke's voice; I saw Cage's mouth moving and then Sam's, Cage's expression morph from someone who had thought they were in control to pure anger, motioning something to Emerson who, eventually, handed him his walkie.

- "This is President Wallace."

- "I have your father." –Clarke announced, not wasting another second- "If you don't let my people go, I'll kill him."

- "How do I know you're telling the truth?"

Clarke walked up to Dante and placed the walkie next to his mouth, prompting him to say something to his son.

- "Stay the course, Cage."

Out of all the things we can say, he chooses those words?

- "You won't do it." –Cage answered quickly, almost daringly.

- "You don't know me very well."

Silence was made at the end of the other line for a couple of seconds. Maybe Cage would give in. But everything in me was screaming that Sam was in danger. More now after Clarke's threat. My suspicions confirmed as Emerson kicked Sam to get her on her knees and put a gun to her head. This is not happening.

- "If you kill him, I'll kill her." –Cage spoke again and put the walkie next to Sam, probably unaware that we were seeing them- "Say hi."

- "Do you truly think I'm in any way equivalent to your dad?" –Sam's voice was steady through the radio- "You think she won't kill him just because you have me?"

- "If you hurt her" –I couldn't help myself, graving the walkie from Clarke unable to control myself any longer- "I will kill you."

- "Bellamy!" –Clarke tore the walkie from my hands- "Why did you do that? Now they know you're here and they have something on you!"

- "I'm not losing Sam again, Clarke. I'm not risking her life."

- "They already have her. She chose this, not you." –she looked frustrated.

- "Are you trying to tell me she's as good as dead?"

- "We can't save everyone, Bellamy." –she took the walkie again and spoke to it now- "This ends now. Release my people."

- "I can't do that."

- "It'd mean the end of our people, Clarke." –Dante backed Cage's words.

I glanced at Dante as he spoke. He was right, from where he stood, if that were any of us, w wouldn't hand in our people like that. I turned around just in time to see Clarke pulling out a gun and pointing it at Dant's head. 

- "Clarke, hey! We need him." –I moved in front of Dante- "We could exchange him for Sam."

- "I need his son to believe me."

- "Clarke, listen to me." –I asked moving slowly next to her- "Cage wants his dad and I want Sam, we..."

- "Don't make me do this."

Clarke spoke on the walkie, shaking her head my way, ignoring anything I could say. I glanced at the monitor, seeing Cage looking around and finally focusing on the camera as he found it, speaking through the walkie again as if he were facing his father, promising to take care of their people.

- "None of us has a choice here, Clarke." –Dante argued as he glanced at the screen where his son was.

- "I didn't want this."

- "Neither did I."

As Dante finished, Clarke shot him. I witnessed powerlessly as the old man fell to the floor behind me, dead. I glanced at the screen in which Sam was still on her knees, with the gun to her head, afraid Emerson would pull the trigger.

- "I hope his death was worth it." –I cursed under my breath.

- "You know they wouldn't have agreed." –Clarke retorted- "I had to do it."

- "Would you have not tried to negotiate was it Finn in Sam's position?" –I questioned and her eyes widened as I realized what I had just said- "I'm sorry, Clarke, but I will do whatever I have to save her."

Maybe I had been out of line but it was the only way Clarke seemed to understand what I meant. What I'd do. She finally nodded, looking at the screen in front of us before speaking to Cage again.

- "Listen to me very carefully. I will not stop until my people are free."

Cage was having a conversation with Sam and we couldn't hear any of it, which wasn't helping any of us, especially me, calm down. They could have been plotting my death for all I cared but with Sam out of there.

- "Is there a way to listen to what they are saying?"

- "No, it's already a miracle they are standing next to a camera so that we can see them." –Monty gave me an apologetic look- "I'm sorry, Bellamy. There's nothing I can do."

- "Cage, listen to me."

Clarke interrupted the conversation Cage seemed to be having with Sam. She turned her face to the camera, a smile on her lips that I couldn't read, which only made me worry more. I'd give anything to hear what they are saying. Sam, you better not be bargaining with your life again. I won't have it.

- "Your friend Samantha is quite entertaining. Why did you send her here, Clarke? Is she disposable to you?" –Cage spoke on the walkie- "I'll get rid of her for you."

- "She didn't send me." –Sam interrupted him and we heard her as he left the walkie on- "I don't take orders from her. I followed your lieutenant in through the main door and he was dumb enough not to notice me. So, technically, it's his fault all those guards are dead. I'd suggest a trial against him for murder. Or for being stupid. I can speak in both as a witness."

I couldn't help chuckling lightly when hearing Sam still being as direct and sneering as always, even if the circumstances were far from looking anywhere near good for us, for her. God, I love her.

- "Cage, it's over." –I took the lead again- "Let her go and your people will live."

Cage said something to Sam, who didn't seem to like what she was hearing so she shifted uncomfortably in her place.

- "Cage, listen. I don't want anyone else to die." –Clarke tried to reason with him- "Stop the drilling and we can talk, but, if you don't let them go, we'll irradiate Level 5."

As the words seemed to sink on Cage, he gave the walkie to Emerson who nodded and started moving at the same time Sam managed to rise to her feet and scream something looking at the camera before Cage took her away.

- "She's warning us." –I acknowledged, recognizing my name on her lips- "Something's wrong."

- "Can we see where they are going?" –Clarke questioned seeing how Emerson moved in a different direction.

- "Yeah, give me a sec." -With that, Monty started working his thing, going through the cameras until we saw Emerson on one and Cage and Sam on another- "Emerson is coming for us."

- "Of course." –I faced Monty- "They deactivated my key card, can you do that to his?"

- "That one's easy." -Monty went back to work as I followed Sam through the cameras.

- "Where is he taking her?"

- "The dorm." –Clarke moved next to me as we both watched the cameras helplessly- "Monty, can you do it? Can you irradiate the level?"

- "I can do it. But..."

- "But what?" –I glanced at him.

- "Think about it, there're kids in here, people who helped us..."

- "We're running out of options, Monty." –Clarke sighed.

- "If anyone has a better idea, this is the time to say it."

I knew they were both right. Clarke knew irradiating the level would save our people but Monty also had a point, we would be killing those who had helped us. I was stuck in the middle. For now. Clarke let out a broken sound, making me look at her, seeing she was focused on the main screen, drifting my eyes there. They had taken Raven from the stretcher and, luckily, she was still alive; two guards had moved next to Abby as another one was tying Sam up while she looked at Abby. It was as if I could see the wheels on her brain turning desperately.

- "Sam." –I whispered- "No."

I knew all too well what she was thinking even before she landed on the floor, faking fainting before she started fighting the guards. I loved many things about her but the fact that she'd die for anyone she considered worthy always had me on my feet. I knew she'd do it and yet, I wished she wouldn't.

- "What is she doing?" –Monty whispered.

- "She's helping my mom."

- "We have to do something! We have to help her!"

- "Figure out how to irradiate the level now, Monty."

- "If we do this..." –Clarke looked at me.

- "I know." –I faced her- "There's no going back."

I didn't want to kill anyone. Sam had been tied up to the stretcher but seemed to be speaking with Cage, gaining time as a guy on a white coat approached them and ripped Sam's pants. I lost it. I'd murder anyone who hurt her.

- "Let her go!"

I screamed at the walkie, hoping one of the guards in the dorms had one and could hear me, feeling my blood boiling, only able to hear the quick click of the computer's keyboard as Monty worked against the clock. I saw Sam's eyes widen as she heard my voice, moving her head around as if trying to find the camera. Cage moved to her, patting her legs until she found what he was looking for, taking out a walkie from one of her pockets. Of course, she'd have one.

- "So, you're the intruder that's caused me so many issues."

- "Let her go!"

- "You're in no position to negotiate." –Cage proclaimed, walking around Sam; I knew he was inspecting every inch of her body and it was making me sick- "I'm seeing Samantha has some impressive scars."

- "Yeah, let's just say it's been a long couple of months."

I heard Sam's voice again, which would have helped me relax if I didn't know what was about to happen to her.

- "What now?"

Clarke sighed looking at another monitor. I turned around to see what she was talking about. O! She was supposed to be safe! Will these two ever not be in trouble? She was running through the corridors of Mount Weather and ended up on the mess hall, surrounded by guards.

- "Bellamy," –Cage voice came through the radio- "any last words for your lover?"

- "I.. I'm sorry."

- "Not what I was expecting but alright. Any last words, Samantha?"

- "Yeah. See you in hell."

- "Is that the last thing you wanna tell him?" –Cage laughed- "Really?"

- "No, I'll see you in hell, Cage."

- "No last words for him, then?"

- "I'm sorry too."

A banging noise on the door startled us as I felt my eyes fill up with tears. I couldn't lose her. I wouldn't. I watched as the same guy from before practically destroyed what was left of the right side of Sam's pants, going to pick up the drill. I became aware of the lack of keyboard noises, turning to Monty, realizing he had done it. There was a choice to make.

Clarke placed her hand on the lever but didn't pull it, she couldn't. I knew it, just like she did. I felt her eyes on me, glancing myself at the screens, seeing Octavia on her knees on one of the screens and Sam with her fists clenched as they drilled her thigh on another. I can't lose them, I won't. I lowered my gun and placed my hand over Clarke's.

- "My family," –I whispered looking at both screens- "my responsibility."

- "I have to save them."

I nodded at her, seeing the tears in her eyes as I wrapped my hand around hers and started pulling the lever down. As we did, a monitor started beeping as Monty frantically looked to the screens in front of him, saying it was working. I tried to fight back my tears, letting go of the lever as soon as I could and focusing my eyes back on the screens where Sam and O were, praying to whoever was listening it wasn't too late. An alarm was triggered as the air from outside reached the level and the Mountain People started to fall to the ground, the outside air burning their skins and their lungs. Cage left the dorm as Emerson flew from the door, seeing themselves at disadvantage now. It was done.

     I had stayed back with Maya, allowing Jasper to get himself captured and go kill Cage. It was a good plan. Until it wasn't. We were supposed to be hidden in a cleaning closet. No one should've even come close to it. But, out of nowhere, the door swung open and a couple stumbled inside, almost missing us as they were making out. As soon as they saw me they panicked and ran away yelling for the guards as I followed them. Two guards appeared in front of me as the couple hid behind a column. I threw my sword to one of them, hitting him in the chest, and kicked the other on the knee, making him fall before stabbing him with the blade that I tore from his partner's dead body.

I turned around, seeing Maya looking down at the dead bodies but with no time to speak as more guards appeared from behind her. She yelled for me to run and follow her, so I did. We ended up in a big room where all her people seemed to have gathered and where we were soon surrounded by guards and put on our knees. I thought they were getting ready to shoot us when suddenly, everyone around me started coughing and their skin started to look burnt. I looked at Maya and she was no better, so I rose and moved next to her, kneeling and taking her in my arms, hoping that Jasper could manage to get to her before she died.

- "Maya!"

Jasper's voice made me look around until I found him, raising my hand for him to find us, seeing the tears in his eyes as he dropped beside me, picking up Maya, who was struggling to breathe. It broke my heart, seeing Jasper's break like that.

- "I'm here." –he whispered to her, moving his hand to her face- "She was innocent."

- "None of us is innocent."

Those were Maya's last words before she took her last breath and died in Jasper's arms. I knew nothing of what I could say or do would make a difference for him, so as he kept holding Maya's body and after sparing a glance at me, I rose and ran to the dorms hoping to find everyone else there. I was sure Bellamy was fine, knowing it had had to be him, Monty, and Clarke the ones who irradiated the level. As for Sam... I could only hope they hadn't been too late this time. Once I got there, I stormed through the door and was almost paralyzed when I saw the scene in front of me.

- "Hey," -Kane caught my attention- "get the keys from the guard!"

- "Where's my sister?" -I asked as I patted the guards- "Where's Sam?"

- "On the table..."

Abby answered me as I set her free and handed her the keys. I turned around and walked up to the stretcher, it being clear now it was Sam there. I knew she was alive because her chest kept moving up and down as she breathed slowly.

- "Sam! Sam, it's me. It's O." –I screamed as I rushed towards her- "It's over."

- "Don't leave me, O."

A tear ran down her face as I kissed her cheek. Her voice was hoarse so I could tell she had screamed all she could as they drilled her. It made me angry. I knew she'd need surgery but I hoped that wouldn't mess up her mobility. Sam was big on that, on her body being all she had. Not being able to walk would mess her up and I didn't want that for her.

- "I would never." –I reassured her, taking her hand on mine and gently squeezing it- "You're okay. Let me get rid of these ties, alright?"

Sam nodded and closed her eyes again. I unfastened first the belt around her neck which was way too tight and, as soon as I took it off, I saw the bruise on her neck that had started to form. Oh, Sam. I felt tears in my eyes as I unfastened the resting belts keeping her still on the stretcher.

- "Samantha." –Abby was soon standing next to us, Sam opening her eyes slowly, blinking a couple of times, tears falling down her cheeks- "Thank you."

- "Anytime."

Sam smiled as Abby wiped the tears from her cheeks. My sister was strong but this has too much, even for her. I stood beside her, holding her hand as Abby moved to check on her leg, carefully not to hurt her.

- "Let's get her sat up, alright?"

- "Ready, Sam?"

- "As ready as I'll ever be."

With my help and Abby's, Sam managed to sit still on the table and, as soon as she was up, she hugged me.

- "This is, by far, the worst idea you've ever had."

- "Trust me, I know." –she chuckled against my hair as we hugged, tightening my grip around her as she spoke- "I think I might have learned my lesson this time."

I let go of her and moved back to see her face; we were both crying and the war paint on her face was running down her cheeks probably like mine was.

- "Sheda won't be happy you ruined his masterpiece."

- "I hope he'll be happy he's getting at least the canvas back in one piece."

I was so wrapped up in my conversation with Sam that I didn't realize Kane and Abby had set free everyone by now nor had I heard the door open, revealing Clarke, Monty, and Bellamy until we were interrupted.

- "Sam!"

Clarke's voice made us look away from each other and towards her, who was running up to us and almost jumping on Sam and wrapping her arms tightly around her, making me smile. It was all finally over.

     I entered the dorms with Bellamy, my eyes wandering around the room until I found my mom, rushing to her and hugging her. I had been so scared when I saw her on that table and, as ashamed as I was, I had been relieved when Sam took her spot. I had to thank her. Once I made sure my mom was alright, I looked for Sam, seeing she was still on the table, talking with Octavia, so I rushed toward them.

- "Thank you." –I hugged Sam as Octavia moved back- "Thank you for helping my mom." –I looked into her eyes and she nodded- "But don't ever do that again."

- "I think I've learned my lesson." -she chuckled- "I'm never again getting inside a mountain without at least two fully loaded guns."

- "I mean it, Sam."

- "Me too. I'm going to need a new job now." –she smiled at me- "You've done good today, Clarke; you've saved all these people."

- "By killing dozens in the process."

- "There wasn't another way."

- "I'm glad you're alive."

- "For once, I'm gonna have to agree." –Sam chuckled and I smiled as I saw my mom making signs from the opposite side of the room for me to go with her, help her with someone as people left the room- "Go help her."

- "Thank you."

- "Stop thanking me or next time I may actually stop to consider my actions before doing something stupid."

I nodded and started to move away from Sam, hearing Bellamy's voice as I did, glancing back just a second to see the look in his eyes. He'd never let her die.

- "Please, do."