39 - FAILURE

[ FAILURE ]

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"The rover's almost charged. We need to pack up, we'll be home soon." Bellamy announced. Sayah sat on the roof of the rover, legs swinging playfully, brows pulled together in thought.

   "Then what? Run away?" Clarke questioned as she circled around the front of the rover.

   Bellamy shut the driver's side door as he approached Clarke. "We're not running away, Clarke. We need to regroup with the others and find another way to defeat—"

   "There is no other way." Clarke interrupted him sternly. "We need to find a Nightblood." Sayah watched as Octavia hopped out of the rover and walked over to the duo. "We need to unlock the Flame. It's the only way to stop Alie."

   "What do you expect us to do, Clarke?" Jasper questioned from his spot on the bonnet of the Rover. "Walk into random villages asking for their Nightbloods?"

   "If that's what it takes." Clarke nodded.

   "That actually doesn't sound like a bad plan." Sayah hummed in thought, jumping down from her spot. She felt pain strike through her ankles when she hit the ground and she winced. Should've landed better.

   "No, Clarke." Octavia argued and Sayah immediately decided to pretend that she didn't think that was an okay idea. "If Alie can find us on Luna's rig, then she can find us anywhere."

   Sayah bent down to pick up a strand of grass before flinging it at Jasper. It didn't reach him, only fell to the space between them two. The two of them followed it silently with their eyes as it landed softly—but lamely—on the Rover. Then they met each other's eyes and both let out quiet snorts of laughter, high-fiving each other.

   "I won't help you destroy another innocent Grounder village." Sayah heard Octavia finish.

   Clarke took a step towards Octavia, eyes desperate. "If we don't find another Nightblood, there won't be any Grounder villages." She glanced between the four of them. "Or a home for us to go back to."

   "That's all the more reason we go there and make sure our friends are okay." Bellamy told her, frustration evident in his voice. Sayah glanced between the two leaders, sensing the tension. Then Clarke glanced at each one of them, silently asking them for their opinion on the matter. When her eyes reached Sayah's, Sayah simply shrugged, pursing her lips.

   Clarke sighed before giving a nod that was entirely mocking, before walking past Bellamy and into the woods. Bellamy watched her with a defeated expression on his face, which would've confused Sayah, because didn't he just win the argument? But no, she knew now Clarke was mad at him. And everyone knew that when Clarke and Bellamy were on opposing sides of something, all hell broke loose.

   "She'll be fine. Just let her cool off." Jasper told Bellamy as Octavia went to put some bags in the back of the back of the rover.

   Bellamy let out some sort of strange sound of frustration—only something that Clarke's stubbornness could be the cause of, Sayah supposed—before he passed the two, helping out Octavia in the back. After a moment, Bellamy came back to announce he was going to get Clarke and bring her back. But Sayah knew he was also going to have a serious talk with her; leader-to-leader or something like that.

   "Hey Jazz, question for you." Sayah began as she reached out a hand to him. He hummed in response and took her hand in his, helping her up to sit next to him.

   "Would you ever go back there? To Luna's rig?" Sayah glanced over to him, waiting patiently.

   Jasper seemed to think about it for a moment. "Yeah, maybe. If we didn't have this whole," He gestured around them. "Alie-thing going on. How 'bout you?"

   "Me?" Sayah snorted.

   "Yeah, you." Jasper nudged her lightly. "You and Luna are pretty close, I think she'd take you back anytime."

  "If only." If only there wasn't someone keeping me here. Sayah sighed. "One day, Jazz. One day."

   "What's the deal with you and her anyway?" Jasper suddenly questioned.

   Sayah snorted. "What do you mean? I've known her since we were young."

   "Alright," Jasper hummed. "But seems like a bit more to me."

   Sayah shook her head. "Whatever,"

   "Whatever." He repeated, and suddenly Sayah wished they had something sweet, and chewy to snack on, something that would get stuck to her fingers and make them sticky. A sweet or something, while they sat there in a comfortable silence on the Rover, because it felt normal. Sitting there and talking. Felt like they were just kids, talking about what they wanted to do, where they wanted to go. Sayah ducked her head to hide her smile at the thought.

   Jasper must've noticed, because he nudged her lightly with a small chuckle. "What are you thinking about? Don't tell me you're falling in love with me, just by sitting here beside me?"

   "You wish." Sayah laughed, poking his cheek.

   "You still only got eyes for Mur—" Jasper stopped talking when he spotted Clarke and Bellamy returning but they were not alone. King Roan of Azgeda was with them, hands restrained.

   Of course, the fun and good feelings never last. They were always living with some sort of war hovering above their heads, like a thundercloud that would never go away.

   Sayah hopped off the bonnet and bowed mockingly. "Your Highness." She drawled. Roan rolled his eyes.

   "Hop in the rover, you two." Bellamy ordered quickly. Sayah smirked before following his orders, hopping in quickly. Roan sat beside her, a scowl that seemed permanent, resting on his face.

   "A ride with a king? I must be dreaming." Sayah grinned at Roan. His scowl didn't falter.

   "She always like this?" Roan grumbled to Octavia.

   "Try dealing with it 24/7." Bellamy answered at the same time Sayah winked at Roan and said, "Only for you, Your Highness."

   It was a. . . long ride home.

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   "We were getting worried," Sayah heard Raven tell them as she exited out the rover and scanned the garage. Raven's face fell when she noticed that it was only them and the King of Ice Nation. "Where's Luna?"

   "Luna said no." Octavia informed everyone like a child telling their friend how their mother isn't letting them come out and play for the day.

   "Who the hell is this?" Harper questioned, eyes scanning a gagged and restrained Roan.

   Sayah cleared her throat loudly, ignoring Bellamy's, Clarke's and Octavia's collective sighs and mutters of "here we go".

   "I present to you, King Roan of the Ice Nation!" Sayah spoke deeply and bowed, hands raised and pointed at Roan who looked like he wished Bellamy had just killed him instead of capturing him.

   "Wow. What an introduction." Miller clapped.

   "She's been working on it the whole, way, back." Octavia told Miller exasperatedly. Sayah only grinned proudly.

   "Roan's our way into Polis." Clarke informed everyone seriously.

   "This way, Your Highness." Bellamy gestured Roan forward. "You two," He looked over to Miller and Bryan. "With me. We'll take him to lockup." The boys left without another word.

   "Oh, so when Bellamy says 'Your Highness' it's not annoying, but when I do it, it is? Ridiculous." Sayah scoffed as she made her way closer to the group. "What's the plan?"

   Raven looked over to Clarke. "You wanna use him to get to Ontari?"

   "Yes."

   "What happened to his arm?" Harper questioned and Sayah snorted.

   "Bellamy shot him."

   Monty's eyes widened before he nodded. "Good luck getting him to cooperate."

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   "Looking good, Your Highness." Sayah remarked as she eyed his armour and gear.

   "I'm no longer restrained, I could take you out easily if you keep up the jokes." Roan replied dryly.

   "Dinner would be nice, but unfortunately," She sighed melodramatically. "My heart belongs to another."

   Octavia snorted as she joined them and made their way down to the garage. "Murphy's probably chipped."

   "Wouldn't be surprised if that idiot did swallow it." Sayah admitted. "But I also have hope that he didn't." She pointed out.

   "Murphy?" Roan repeated the name. "I met him. He was with Clarke."

   "He have a smart mouth?" Sayah questioned, a bored tone to her voice.

   "Yeah."

   "That's him." Sayah hummed as the reached the Rover.

   "What are we waiting for?" Octavia called out to the group as they huddled around together.

   "Let's move out." Bellamy announced in his leader voice. Sayah went to say goodbye to the others who decided to stay, snorting at Raven's words of "Try not to piss anyone off too much." Before she jumped into the rover and they drove off, heading to Polis.

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   "There it is." Clarke announced. "We stop here."

   Sayah sighed as she exited the Rover, making her way around to the front, where Roan, Bellamy and Clarke stood.

   "Alright, this is where we split up." Roan informed them. "The entrance to the tunnel is right over there."

   "Yeah, we know where it is." Bellamy muttered and Sayah's lips quirked up in slight amusement. Roan turned to Clarke.

   "I'm gonna need the flame." He told her. She stared at him blankly. He sighed. "Look, this only works if they send Ontari out to get it. If they don't see it, they won't do that. Not much of a trap without the bait."

   "He's got a point, Clarke." Sayah couldn't help but admit. She didn't miss how Roan sent her an amused smirk, and she would've freaked out about it if they weren't in a life or death situation. She might've even fainted.

   Clarke sighed before grabbing out the tin that held the flame but then she paused. "Fine. But I'm coming with you." Sayah glanced over to Bellamy, waiting for him to protest like she knew he would.

   "No way, that is not the plan." Bellamy shook his head.

   There it was.

   "It is now." Clarke replied. "I'm not letting that out of my sight. And I'm the only one who knows the passphrase."

   "She's got a point, Bell." Sayah admitted and Bellamy sent her a glare that had her scooting a little closer to Octavia.

   "So," Clarke turned back to Roan. "You can tell them that without me, Ontari can't ascend."

   Roan was silent for a moment. "You'll need to look like you're my prisoner."

   "Okay." Clarke pursed her lips and Sayah knew Bellamy would not like that.

   "Wait a second. Give us a minute." Bellamy stepped forward and Sayah and Roan exchanged a look before leaving the two to talk. . . Leader-to-Leader.

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   So this plan wasn't too great, was Sayah's first thought as she was grabbed from behind and shoved against the wall.

   She was confused however. The plan was working fine, they had gotten through the tunnels, found their spot to make sure Ontari came out, everything was going as planned. That was well until, everyone started surrounding Clarke and Roan—that was probably the first warning sign—oh, and then Jaha came out instead of Ontari, so that was also a big red flag.

   And then well, Clarke sent them a nervous glance and well. . . that was it.

   Sayah watched as Roan held the blade to Clarke's throat and then words were exchanged, and suddenly, Roan was running through the crowd, Clarke was following him but then, Roan stopped, and fell the ground. Kane stood above him with a gun in his hand.

   "Kane's chipped too," Sayah breathed out in shock to the others. This plan definitely didn't go too well.

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   Sayah was bored.

   She couldn't really do much but stare up at the tunnel walls, wrists restrained and guards surrounding her.

   "Let's go." One of the guard's suddenly spoke up. "She wants Bellamy." And Sayah's attention was suddenly peaked.

  "No—Wait—Stop. Take me, take me!" She wrestled around her in spot, earning a lovely punch to the stomach. She groaned—she hadn't been hit in a while—and choked. "Take me. Take me instead!" She groaned.

   "Where are you taking him?" Octavia stood up, also earning a hit to the stomach.

   "Leave them alone!" Sayah heard Miller—might've been Bryan, she couldn't tell—God, her stomach hurt.

   "Sayah, O, it's okay. It's okay." Bellamy reassured them as they took him away. Sayah watched helplessly, wishing she could clutch her stomach as if that'd help with the pain.

   At least she wasn't gagged. Seemed like a win to her.

   "You know if I were you, I'd hit the deck." A voice called out. But it wasn't from around Sayah. No it wasn't, because Miller, Bryan or Octavia didn't speak.

   But the voice wasn't unfamiliar either.

   "No way—" Sayah breathed out.

  "Everyone hit the ground!" Bellamy bellowed and Sayah didn't hesitate, dropping to her painful stomach as gunfire rang out loudly around them. When it ceased, she looked up quickly.

   "Fancy meeting you here." Sayah heard and she scrambled up to her feet, eyes searching wide, heart racing.

   No, no, no, no—

   "Son of a bitch, John Murphy." Sayah couldn't help but choke out the words as Murphy passed Bellamy and froze in his tracks.

   Sayah was pretty sure Indra said something but nothing else mattered—except for maybe Alie, but that could wait—because John Murphy was standing in front of her. Real.

   "You look like crap." Sayah blurted out, taking in his dirty cream coloured shirt and oh god, his face, his face was dirty, and he had facial hair—Sayah nearly melted—his hair was ragged and yet it somehow looked a lot like a halo to her.

   He was an angel. A dirty angel, she admitted, but still beautiful. His eyes scanned over her once, twice, and he couldn't move.

   "You don't look like crap." Murphy spat back, meaning it.

   "Untie me."

   "I'd rather not."

   "Scared, Murphy?"

   "I hate it when you call me by my last name."

   "Do something." Sayah took a step towards him, their faces inching closer. She was there breathing him in, and yet it felt like all the air had been sucked out of her lungs. "Do something," It was much quieter, so soft and she wanted to cry. She wanted to sob and break in his arms because it was John Murphy. It was him.

   Murphy simply untied Sayah's restraints—Sayah ignored how his hands shook—and when the rope dropped to the floor, it was silent.

   "I should've gone with you." Sayah spoke quietly.

   "You're lucky you didn't." Murphy replied.

   "You don't hate me?"

   He chuckled, looking at her softly. "I can't hate you, Sayah." And hearing him say her name quietly again was enough for her to clutch his shirt and pull him into her arms. He had been waiting to hold her, she could tell by the way his hands gripped her tightly and his fingers brushed softly against her face as he pulled away. They pulled apart and Sayah—who would regret it later—cupped his dirty face and kissed him. Kissed him so urgently, so deeply, enough to tell him everything she needed him to know.

   I always thought about you. I dreamed about you. I cried over you. I missed you. I need you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I'm yours. I'm forever yours.

   And Murphy didn't hesitate to kiss her back, greedily, Sayah almost laughed against his lips as he tightened his grip on her. This couldn't be real. He couldn't be here, holding her, looking into her eyes the same way she'd imagined—No, the same way she'd wished he had, every morning she woke up alone. Every morning she'd feel cold even with the blankets wrapped around her body.

   "I love you." He murmured as he pulled away. "I still love you. I'm so, so, so sorry for leaving."

  "You're here." Sayah breathed out, cupping his cheek. The small beard tickled her fingers. You're real.

   "Now if you two don't mind," Bellamy cleared his throat and the two looked at him with tired expressions. "We've got things to do, places to be—"

   "People to do?" Sayah smirked as she kissed Murphy's cheek lightly. She was only joking, but she didn't miss the way heat creeped up Murphy's neck. Bellamy simply rolled his eyes at Sayah's words. Two seconds ago, she couldn't breathe at the sight of him and now she was making sex jokes.

   "You've changed a bit." Murphy mumbled to her.

   "That a bad thing?" Sayah cocked her head.

   "Not at all."

   "We got a lot to talk about, John." She murmured, eyes searching his. She loved his eyes, God, she loved him, every inch of him.

   "I know." He replied and Sayah was conflicted on whether she wanted to kiss him or sob in his arms.

   "What are you doing here, Murphy?" Bellamy called out to him as Sayah moved to help up Octavia and Bryan.

   "You're welcome." Murphy simply replied before making his way to Miller.

   "Nathan," Murphy greeted him. "You've looked better."

   Miller sighed, grabbing Murphy's hand as he helped him to his feet. "You haven't."

   "You're with Pike?" Sayah heard Octavia ask Indra.

   "Only way we get out of here is together." Indra replied.

   "He killed Lincoln." Octavia argued and Sayah felt Murphy's gaze turn onto her from behind. She reached into her pocket quickly, hoping the shell was still there. It was.

   "Put him on his knees. Shot him in the head." Octavia informed Indra. Indra looked over to Pike, shock evident on her face.

   "Via, and Indra, right now, we have a problem, yeah?" Sayah frowned at them. "Listen to me. Right now, we need his murdering ass, and then when this is over, he's punished. Hold that urge for revenge in for now?"

   It wasn't truly a question. It was an order. If they were getting revenge, Sayah would be there. But now was not the time, and they all knew it.

   "Did you guys miss the part where it's time to go?" Murphy called out to them and Sayah felt his hand brush against hers. She looked over at him. This was real.

   "We're not leaving." Bellamy informed Murphy.

   Murphy glanced between Bellamy and Sayah before speaking again. "We just saved your lives, why do I think I'm gonna regret that?"

   "Clarke is in trouble." Bellamy walked towards them.

   "Clarke's always in trouble." Murphy drawled.

   "They took her and the Flame to the tower. It's a safe bet Ontari's there, too. Everything we need to stop Alie is in the same place." Bellamy announced.

   "If we go up that tower, we won't be able to fight our way out again." Octavia stated.

   "We won't have to, Via." Sayah said smugly. "Alie will be dead by then."

   "Up the tower. Great." Murphy nodded.

   Sayah turned to him, amused. "You're coming?"

   "Wherever you go, I go." Murphy mocked and Sayah rolled her eyes. This was real. The shell flipped over her fingers as she fiddled with it in her pocket. He was real.

   "You know, after this, doing the right thing can kiss my ass." Murphy sighed before his gaze moved to Sayah and he visibly relaxed.

   Sayah cleared her throat. "Let's move out." She mocked Bellamy's leader voice and Bellamy sent her an unimpressed look.

   "That wasn't actually too bad." She heard Miller mutter and she held in her laugh, knowing this was not going to particularly end well either way. But as she glanced over to Murphy who already stared at her, something familiar in his eyes, she knew she would be prepared for the worst if it meant he was beside her.

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   Sayah frowned when Pike led the group first, shooting the two guards that controlled the elevator easily.

"Hey! I told you, that is not how we're doing this." Bellamy yelled at Pike.

"They were in our way." Pike told him as Bellamy joined in him approaching the guards, Indra at his other side.

"These people are not our enemy." Bellamy argued. "They're being controlled by Alie and we can save them,"

Sayah glanced over at Murphy, who walked beside her with a bored expression on his face. He turned to look at her, and his expression softened almost instantly.

"How are you not dead?" Sayah tilted her head slightly.

"Wow, okay, I love you too. I'm glad you're alive too." Murphy frowned, eyes momentarily glancing over to the others before back to Sayah.

Sayah patted his cheek with a small smile. "Thanks, John." She remarked. Murphy gave her an unimpressed look.

"A lot to talk about?"

"Oh, definitely."

"Once we're up," Bellamy spoke up to Miller and Bryan. "You blow the elevator and then climb."

"Destroy the ladder behind us." Bryan nodded. "On it."

"Come on, you do realise we don't have a way down, right?" Murphy questioned everyone.

"A problem for another day." Indra replied to him.

"At least there'll be a nice view." Sayah hummed and Murphy let out a sigh of defeat.

"Let's go," Bellamy grabbed Sayah's wrist gently, and pulled her towards him. "Our ride's here."

Murphy raised a brow at Bellamy's hand before opening the elevator doors and entering. He turned back to Sayah expectantly, who entered in with Bellamy. They turned back to the others, and Sayah's gaze fell on Octavia.

"You coming, Via?" Sayah questioned her softly.

"If anything goes wrong down here, they'll need my help." Octavia twisted her grip on her sword. "We got this." She nodded to both Sayah and Bellamy before forcing the elevator doors shut.

"Let's hope Octavia doesn't kill Pike before I do." Sayah muttered. Suddenly, the elevator began to move and Sayah gripped onto the wall beside her. Murphy took a step forward, hands hovering out beside him. Sayah chuckled lightly at his immediate defence. It was silent for a moment in the elevator with the two boys and Sayah resorted to searching the ground for a clean spot for her to sit down.

"You get that we're screwed, right?" Murphy suddenly spoke up. "Alie already knows that we're coming."

"Well, we missed your optimism, John." Sayah drawled, sharing a glance of amusement with Bellamy.

"This plan will work." Bellamy reassured him sternly.

Murphy simply nodded, glancing over to Sayah who leaned against the wall. He wondered why she was so far away from him? Did he do something wrong?

Murphy didn't miss how Bellamy's eyes kept darting between the two, brows pulled together in a line. His eyes lingered on Sayah's and Murphy watched as the two seemed to have a small conversation. What the hell was going on—

"I'd like to know what you two are saying about me as if I'm not in the elevator right now." Murphy spoke up.

"We're not saying anything—" Sayah began but Bellamy spoke over her.

"You left her." Bellamy frowned.

"Bell—" Sayah got up from her spot on the wall with a sigh.

"Yeah, I did." Murphy swallowed the lump in his throat. "But I'm here now."

"Not for her." Bellamy turned to him.

"Her, is right here." Sayah moved to stand in between the boys. "We are not doing this right now. Seriously, we have bigger things to worry about."

"Since when did you ever start to care about Sayah and I—" Murphy furrowed his brows at Bellamy.

"Since you left her and I had to take care of her." Bellamy snapped.

"If you two don't shut up right now, I swear to God, I will gag you both. Don't ask me how." She pointed a finger up. "But I will do it. And it sucks." Bellamy went to open his mouth again but Sayah let out a noise like a mother scolding her child. "Or I will take the damn chip myself, just to get the hell away from you both."

"That's a bit far, Sayah—" Bellamy began.

"Ah, ah. Don't wanna hear it." Sayah shook her head. "You two are like. . . little babies." It was silent after that and Sayah sighed. "We just need to focus on saving Clarke and killing Alie. Nothing else matters right now."

Bellamy inhaled deeply, before nodding in agreement and Sayah glanced over to Murphy. He nodded as well. Sayah pursed her lips before turning away and moving back over to lean against the wall. She felt Murphy's eyes on her, and hating how he wouldn't look away, she looked back up at him. She noticed how the light in his eyes had dimmed, he was tired and his body was worn. She had forgotten how long it had been since he had left, and here they were. Back together. But they weren't truly together.

Something—So much was different. The only thing that hadn't changed was the way Murphy seemed to look at her. So softly. She remembered when it used to scare her; how he looked at her like she was the only thought in his mind.

Murphy's eyes moved down to Sayah's neck and his brows pulled together in confusion as he tilted his head. Sayah pulled her coat up higher, covering her collarbone as best she could as she pursed her lips. Murphy met her eyes again and she could tell he was thinking the same thing she was: What would happen with them when this was all over?

Sayah thumbed the shell in her pocket and she watched Murphy shift his weight onto his other foot, eyes flickering to Sayah, then to the floor, then back to Sayah. "What is it?" Sayah voiced her thoughts loudly. "You want to say something and here we are, quiet in this elevator, so say it. Say it while we're standing here together."

Murphy's lips parted before he turned to Bellamy, who was staring at Sayah with a frown. Murphy looked back to Sayah. No words came out and Sayah wished she could read him easily like she used to.

"I should've stayed down with the others." She let out a humourless laugh. "This. . ." She bit her lip as she looked at him and Murphy looked at her confused. Sayah went silent then, shaking her head before she looked over to Bellamy who stared at her with the same look he'd give her when he caught her zoning out during a mapping run. And with just that look, Bellamy had reminded her of the aftermath of John Murphy leaving. And now when she looked at Murphy, she questioned if she had forgave him too easily. Then she rethought it all. What did she need to forgive him for? Was she in the wrong? Or was he? Sayah was confused. Then she was angry. Angry with herself. She broke the eye contact with Murphy, ignoring the way his face fell slightly.

Alie. Clarke. Sayah reminded herself they had bigger problems than this. She needed to stay focused.

Suddenly, the elevator shook and rumbled before it went still, like the world was helping her out. Telling her, We'll keep you focused. Here's another problem for you.

"Well, that's not good." Murphy said.

Suddenly, she heard chatter and words being exchanged. . . from the doors. "Great. All my fans are here." She mumbled as she quickly moved to stand beside Murphy.

Whoever was out there began to pound on the door before two hands slipped through the gap and clawed the door open. "Murphy, get the baton ready." Bellamy ordered as he attempted to hold the doors closed.

Murphy pulled Sayah behind him as he turned the baton on. It lit up with a deadly crack and hummed with electricity. Bellamy struggled with the door as three warriors opened it wider.

"Shock him, Murph!" Bellamy yelled and Murphy didn't hesitate, shocking the first warrior. One appeared straight after he fell and Murphy shocked him too.

Suddenly, Bellamy was being pulled forward. Sayah's eyes widened as she grabbed Bellamy's waist and pulled him back in with all her strength. Murphy pulled too, before kicking the pile of men at the door away. One got up quickly and Sayah kicked them away roughly, before the trio went to shut the elevator doors again.

Of course, that wasn't the end of it.

Another warrior appeared, hands gripped the two doors in an attempt to stop them from closing. Bellamy placed a hand on the man's face and pushed him away but it didn't last long. The man shoved Bellamy back and tried to enter but Murphy shocked him just in time. Unfortunately, the clumsy boy fell back when a warrior on the ground reached for him. Murphy kicked them away as Sayah went to help Bellamy with the doors.

"John, help!" Sayah yelled at him as she strained her arms.

Just as Murphy was getting up however, a man leaped into the gap between the doors and tackled Murphy to the ground. Bellamy kicked the last warrior away from the door just as the elevator began moving again and shut the doors closed.

Sayah turned to see Murphy being choked and beaten and she grabbed the man by the shoulder, pulling him towards her before punching him hard in the face. He let out a groan and Sayah lifted her knee hard into his stomach. He clutched over before shoving her back into the wall. Sayah felt the wind get knocked out of her as she watched Murphy get up and tackle the man while Bellamy punched him over and over again.

The man punched back and Bellamy fell to the ground. Sayah watched as Murphy was continuously hit in the stomach. She growled as got to her feet before unsheathing her sword, shoving Murphy out of the way and plunging her weapon deep into the man's stomach.

He choked, blood spilling out of his mouth, and Sayah simply glared at him before ripping her sword back out. The man fell to the ground, blood spreading from his wound. Sayah stared at him with no hint of remorse.

She turned to Murphy and pulled him up to his feet, cupping his face as he panted. He nodded, signifying he was okay, and kissed her forehead lightly. She felt a tingle go down her spine.

Sayah turned to Bellamy, who was also panting. "You alright, Bell?"

"Yeah," He breathed out with a nod. "I'm okay."

She nodded and let out a sigh. "I know you said non-lethal force but. . ." But I saw him beating John and I hated it.

"It's okay." Bellamy squeezed her shoulder.

"We never catch a break, huh?" Sayah glanced between the two boys.

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"Stupid, gullible men." Sayah smirked at Bellamy through her gas mask. "Do it."

Bellamy nodded at her before dropped the Mount Weather gas grenade into the elevator from the hatch in the roof. The guards began to cough and choke instantly. Bellamy dropped down first, then Murphy who looked up at Sayah expectantly. She dropped down and felt Murphy's hands lightly on her waist. How sweet of him.

Bellamy led the trio out, rifle raised high as Sayah scanned the corridor for any of Alie's people. "Throne room's this way." Murphy tapped Bellamy on the shoulder as he turned down a corner. Sayah followed after him, Bellamy trailing behind her last.

They stopped in front of the throne room door, each of them taking off their gas masks before they all shared a look and burst through the doors.

"Bellamy, stop him!" Clarke was tied up to some pole in the middle of the room, as Jaha held some sort of weapon in his hand. Ontari was lying on the floor, black blood pouring out from her skull.

Sayah scanned the room until her eyes fell on— No. "Abby!" She and Murphy rushed forward to where Abby hung on a noose, choking. Murphy pulled a barrel closer to her before stepping on it and slicing the rope with his blade. Abby fell into Sayah's awaiting arms and they collapsed onto the ground.

Murphy crouched down and helped Sayah untie the noose around Abby's neck. "Is she alive? Is she breathing?" Clarke called out to them as Bellamy untied her restraints.

"It's okay. She's breathing." Sayah nodded at Clarke. Clarke let out a sigh of relief before springing into action with Bellamy.

"Jaha has the flame. Get it!" Clarke breathed out as Sayah and Murphy rushed over to Ontari. "We can't let Ontari die." Clarke told them. "We have to stop the bleeding."

"I got the flame." Bellamy announced.

"Her pulse is weak." Clarke shook her head.

"At least she's alive." Bellamy said as he walked back over to them.

"Here, hold this to the wound." Clarke passed a rag to Murphy who took it and held it to Ontari's head.

"What happened?" Sayah panted as she scanned over Ontari's body.

"Jaha hit her head with some pole," Clarke explained in a shaky voice. Sayah's eyes widened.

"Come on, what are you gonna do?" Murphy questioned them.

"I need a flashlight." Clarke said.

"First we take out the chip, then we put in the flame." Bellamy explained as he pulled out the EMP.

Clarke shined her small flashlight into Ontari's eyes. "Her pupils are unresponsive." She let out an exhale.

"What?" Bellamy questioned, noticing how her body sunk in defeat. "What does that mean?"

"She's brain dead." Clarke shook her head. "She can't give us the kill code. . . It's over." Sayah let out a sigh, dropping to sit down on the floor.

"We're trapped here." Murphy pursed his lips and Sayah placed her head in her hands.

What were they supposed to do now?

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a/n

wowwwww theyre backkkkmy heart was literally beatingso fast when i was writingthe scene of sayah and murphy

hope u enjoyed uglies :) jk tysm for reading

^ sayah n murphy when they saw eachother again