A low, pained groan flitted from my dry lips as the guard's hand wrapped around my left bicep tightened his grip. The two guards carried my upper torso while the toes of my boots dragged across the dirt pathway. The lights of the Ark blurred together up ahead as we neared the massive camp of our people.

My body craved to fall back into the dark abyss of my unconsciousness, but I fought harder agains the temptation, despite the cloudy haze in my head and the searing red, stabbing pain in my arm. I struggled to keep my eyes open through it all.

"Secure the perimeter!" A woman's voice loudly cut through the air, shouting toward the front of the group. "Teams of three! Hundred yard buff!"

A bright flash of light momentarily blinded me as a guard swung the light around in different directions. I blinked through the black spots in my vision until I noticed giant, metal doors protecting the Ark from the outside.

"Open the gate!" The woman demanded.

A grimace formed on my facial features at the intense sensation of my skull filling with cement. My neck felt too weak to hold my head up as it rolled back and forth with every step the guards took, only briefly catching sight of what laid ahead of me when it rolled far enough to the side.

The blonde woman leaned down close to Clarke's face— who was held up by two other guards as well. "How many of you are there?" She demanded in a rough voice. She glanced between the two of us.

Our people treated us as if we were the enemies and, to them, we were. They couldn't recognize our faces through the dirt and blood caked on our faces. My face was barely covered, but I wasn't well known on the Ark. No one recognized my face because no one had ever seen me. I was trapped in a cell all my life.

I was a nobody and I still was.

The woman looked back and forth between us, waiting for a response until she realized she wouldn't receive one. My tongue weighted down in my mouth like a small piece of lead. The thought of speaking or even attempting to make a proper sentence seemed impossible to do from the excessive pounding in my head.

"Let's go!" The woman shouted after our lack of response.

They shot at us and killed Anya because they believed we were Grounders. I've witnessed firsthand what our people were capable of when interacting with Grounders and I knew this wouldn't end well for the two of us if we weren't able to tell them who we really were.

All I could think about at the moment was the bleeding bullet wound in my bicep and how the guard on my left side continued to inch his fingers closer to the hole. If I had the strength, I would have punched the guard by now and slipped out of their hold. I didn't have my usual strength, though.

"We gotta get them to medical! Move! Move!"

The voices sounded muffled, almost as if they were heard through a wall and talking in low voices. My body continuously tried to fall into a deep slumber, one where I no longer felt pain. All I wanted to do was sleep, yet one thing kept me fighting against the urge.

"Be..." My lips refused to form the word and work properly. Everything was too foggy.

The guards carried our bodies through the gate and stopped halfway through the camp to the Ark. I sensed our people standing off to the sides, simply watching the two of us be dragged through their new home.

"— they're not prisoners!" A new voice broke through the mix. "That's my daughter!"

My head and neck radiated with pain as I peered over at a brunette woman running over to Clarke's slumped figure. My vision blurred until my eyes refaced and I was able to recognize the woman as Abby Griffin.

Abby bent down in front of her daughter with misty eyes, struck with disbelief. "Clarke?" She breathed. She glimpsed in my direction for a second to add, "And that's Wren Jordan."

Clarke took a few seconds before she realized her own mother stood before her eyes. She inhaled through her mouth and gaped at her mother, eyes welling with tears. "M-Mom?" She croaked.

"We need to get them to medical immediately," Abby declared after she took one last fleeting look at her daughter. She motioned at the guards for them to carry our bodies toward the Ark.

The guard's fingers pressed against the sensitive skin near my wound as they moved forward. A scream caught in the base of my throat and my fingers clenched into tight fists. The pressure sent a wave of blackness over my vision and submerged me in the abyss.

*

The sensation of cool metal radiated through the sleeves of my shirt to my skin gradually pulled me out of the unconscious state I found myself in once again. Two blurred figures danced in my vision above my body with their voices muffled together until I heard Abby. They moved out of my sight and revealed the makeshift tent above our heads, built by the people who landed on Earth after the Ark crashed.

An intense pounding pain erupted in my head the moment I was brought back to reality. My face scrunched together from the deep, intense burning sensation broadcasted throughout my entire from the bullet wound in my bicep. My heart rapidly hammered inside of my chest.

The muffled voices in the medical tent sounded close to my cot. I weakly rolled my head to the side on the soft pillows beneath me and spotted Abby bent over a second cot with Clarke sprawled across it. Her hands softly brushed over her daughter's face as she emotionally smiled.

My heart ached for the love they shared. The two believed they had lost each other and now reunited after being separated for so long. All I wanted was to reunite with Bellamy, to know he was safe and unharmed after the rockets of the dropship went off. I needed to see he was okay. The thought of wrapping my arms around his torso brought tears to my eyes.

I needed him to be okay.

"I-I saw your ship crash," Clarke mumbled from the cot next to mine.

The pillows supported the back of my neck as I rolled my head to the left to watch the interaction between the mother and daughter. I secretly hated watching the two of them, knowing I would never share that relationship with my own mother— let alone meet her.

"I wasn't on it. I'm right here," Abby whispered back to her with a small hint of a smile. She grabbed a few medical supplies from her male assistant. "I'll take care of Clarke if you'll clean up Wren's arm," she suggested to him.

He bobbed his head once in agreement. The man was probably in his late twenties to early thirties from what I could tell from his young face. More medical supplies were gathered in his hands as he carried them around to my cot and stood beside my left arm. The supplies were set down upon a sterile tray within his reach.

"This might hurt a little bit," he informed me as he reached for the sleeve of my shirt. His eyes flicked to my face. "I'm Jackson, by the way."

"Wren," I introduced through gritted teeth, preparing for the incoming pain once he began to touch my throbbing arm.

His fingers gently worked to roll my sleeve up to reveal the bloodied wound. My entire arm was coated with deep, red blood and soaked through most of the shirt sleeve. A deep pained breath was pulled between my gritted teeth at his soft touch when he began to clean around the wound. My shoulders naturally pushed back against the pillows behind me as my back arched from the agonizing pain. The skin and muscle surrounding the wound throbbed uncontrollably with a debilitating, insatiable fire burned throughout my arm.

"I'm sorry!" Jackson apologized when he saw the discomfort written on my face.

"It's okay," I spoke through gritted teeth before my lips pressed together in a thin line as I swallowed the whimpers that dared to slip past them. I focused on solely breathing through my nose to avoid releasing any pained groans.

He hurriedly worked on cleaning the blood from my arm and the actual wound. "You're related to Jasper, right?" Jackson innocently asked.

A feeling of numbness crept over my skin, sending an icy chill through my bones. My heart ached at the thought of my brother and how I had to leave him behind at Mount Weather. I swallowed as my throat became tight with emotion. The whole reason I left was to find the rest of our people and— and Bellamy.

I sharply inhaled through my mouth and turned my head toward Jackson, who was focused intently on cleaning the bullet wound without hurting me anymore than he already was from the pressure of his touch. "J-Jackson?"

He looked up.

"Where's- Where's Be—" My voice cracked at the dryness in my throat.

The blonde woman from earlier suddenly waltzed into the medical tent with her chin angled upward. Her narrowed eyes swept over the two cots, analyzing Clarke's bloodied face and my nearly clean bullet wound.

"Are they all right?" She questioned.

Abby didn't bother to glance up at her arrival in the tent. "They will be," she responded, curtly.

Jackson remained silent as he continued to sterilize my arm and clean the bit of dirt and blood from my face. A low whimpered emitted from the back of my throat.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," the woman apologized after she took a step closer. "We had no idea who they were."

"I guess that gives you a good reason to shoot us," I quietly grumbled underneath my breath.

The woman glanced between the two of us with her eyes lingering on me after my comment. "Where have you two been?"

Abby gave the woman a warning glare. "Byrne..."

"Mount Weather," Clarke answered in a strained voice.

Byrne's eyebrows furrowed at the center of her forehead. "The Grounders took you to Mount Weather?"

Clarke pushed back against her pillows and sat up in a better position with the help of her mother. "No, the Mountain Men," she moaned in pain. She met my gaze between the small gap of our cots.

"We have to get our people out," I added, grimacing when Jackson accidentally brushed against my left side. A small scream broke past my lips.

Jackson's hands froze when he heard the yelp. My breathing turned ragged as I remembered how I landed roughly in the dam. He cautiously reached for the hem of my shirt and pulled the dirty material high enough to reveal a significantly large bruise painted the left side of my ribs in colors of blue, purple, and green.

"How did—?"

"Jumped into the dam from the tunnels of Mount Weather," I explained, sliding away from his fingertips. "I forgot to draw my arm in."

He abruptly stood up for more pressure dressing.

"We're not doing this right now," Abby declared after she saw the massive bruise.

"Yes, ma'am," Byrne reluctantly agreed. She shifted on her feet for a few seconds before she stepped back out of the medical tent with her hands pushing the curtains and plastic out of her way.

"J-Jackson?" I called his name for the second time after Byrne fully exited the tent. My voice subconsciously softened as the next words were uttered. "Where's Bellamy?"

Jackson's hands stopped in mid-air with the pressure dressing held between his hands, prepared to wrap my newly cleaned, bullet wound. A sinking feeling of dread filled my stomach at his deliberate attempt to avoid my curious gaze.

A sly glimpse was thrown in Abby's direction from Jackson's peripheral vision. They shared a knowing look with each other which earned Clarke's attention as she glanced between the two of them, suspiciously.

"Where's Bellamy?" I demanded in a stronger voice. My arms pushed my upper torso away from the pillows, clenching my jaw as a wave of red searing pain exploded through my side and arm.

Jackson jumped forward to usher my body back to the cot. "Wren, I need to bandage your arm before it gets in—"

My hands swatted his own hands away as my natural instincts kicked in. The pain temporarily vanished once adrenaline flooded through my system over the worry that something drastic happened to Bellamy. Fear and concern overwhelmed my being and I focused on one thing— finding Bellamy.

"Where is he? I want to see him!" I screamed into Abby's face when she rushed to my side. "Please just let me see him!"

Abby scanned her eyes over my face as all of my emotion shined across my facial features unable to hide the dread I felt inside. Why weren't they telling me where Bellamy was? Why the secret looks and silence after my question? What happened to Bellamy that they weren't telling me about?

"Wren, please just—" Abby begged.

I shoved her body out of my way without thinking the action through properly. My legs acted before my mind and carried my body toward the exit, determined to search for Bellamy in the camp. The flap of the medical tent flung open and a familiar face appeared in my vision.

Raven Reyes wobbled into the room, eyes widened as she encountered the situation happening inside. "Wren?"

I lunged forward and balled the cotton material between my fists, yanking her body closer to mine. The despair I felt inside over something drastic happening to Bellamy clouded my mind with what was right and wrong. My mind overlooked the makeshift cane clenched in Raven's hand to stabilize her body and the brace latched around her left leg.

"Wren? What's going on?" She frowned at my panicked state.

"Raven, where's Bellamy?" I cried through broken sobs, struggling to catch my breath. My chest tightened with the overwhelming feeling of emotions. "Please just tell me where he is! I need to see him. I-I— I need to know he's okay! Please!"

Raven glanced over my shoulder and marginally nodded her head. Her eyes darted back to mine and watched me breakdown right in front of her.

"Raven, please..." I pleaded with my chin quivering.

Her face softened. "I'm sorry, Wren..."

"What—?"

A tiny, sharp needle unexpectedly pierced through my upper shoulder where my sleeve was rolled up. I gasped at the syringe in my shoulder as Abby carefully removed the needle from my skin. My mouth opened and closed in disbelief. Abby and Jackson lurched forward to catch me in their arms when my legs gave out from beneath me.

"No..." I breathed out, realizing they drugged me. "No, p-please..."

Raven's face tripled in front of my eyes and I blinked several times before she became one person and I sunk to the floor. My breathing automatically slowed and my limbs felt as if they were no longer a part of my body. Black dots danced in my vision until they fully spread out in front of my eyes.

"Bell—" The words cut off into a breathless whisper as my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

*

A damp cloth temporarily pressed against my temple steadily roused me out of another state of unconsciousness. The pounding in my head lessened a great amount and resulted to a dull ache. My eyes remained shut, yet I was aware of the pressure dressing wrapped around my left bicep and ribs. The pants I originally wore were stripped from my legs, leaving me to remain in a pair of thigh length underwear.

I took a deep breath before I opened my eyes, instantly greeted with bright sunlight shining through the medical tent ceiling. The last time I was awake, the moon was high in the night sky. How long had I been asleep for?

"Thelonious didn't make it, and Kane left two days ago to try to make peace with the Grounders to get you and the others back," Abby softly spoke beside my cot. A cloth was clenched within her right hand.

"I told you, the Grounders don't have us," Clarke responded in a pained voice. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Ten hours."

Abby's voice progressively cleared the fog from my head with every word she spoke to her daughter. She unknowingly triggered the events of last night and resurfaced them in my mind. A wave of realization crashed against the inside of my skull like a tsunami, mentally drowning myself in the memories as they flashed within my mind; Jackson and Abby's inability to answer my question, my tears, the uncontrollable breakdown, Raven's apology.

A grimace contorted on my face as I abruptly sat up from my cot, ignoring the stabbing shot of pain through my arm and side. Something happened to Bellamy and everyone refused to tell me what happened. Abby whirled around on the small seat she sat upon between the two cots.

She reached out toward my shoulders when she saw the same panicked look from last night on my face. She gently cupped my face in her hands. "Wren, listen to me, okay?"

"Where's—"

"Hey," Abby soothed me in a motherly tone. "Everything's okay. Bellamy's okay," she rushed to say when she saw me reopen my mouth.

The panic and tension vanished from my body at her words. I deeply inhaled through my mouth, relief flooding through my body. "Bell- B-Bellamy's okay?" I asked in a shaky breath.

Abby gently stroked the side of my head with a smile, nodding once. "Yeah, sweetheart, he's okay."

My chin quivered before a relieved sob broke through my lips. Abby pulled my shaking body into her chest, comforting me in a hug. After Raven's apology last night, I was so sure I had lost Bellamy forever. The thought alone sent an icy chill down my spine. I cried out of happiness against Abby's shoulder.

Bellamy was okay and that's all that mattered.

The reassuring information allowed me to focus on regaining control of my erratic emotions. Abby's arms fell from my body as I drew back away from her with my breathing slowing down to a normal speed. The tears subsided after a minute.

I locked eyes with Abby next to my cot. "I want to see him," I demanded in strong voice.

Abby sat back on her seat and pressed her lips together in a thin line. "I'm sorry, Wren, but he's not at the camp right now."

"Then where the hell is he?" I jumped to my feet, towering over her figure.

She cranked her head back on her neck to peer up at me. "He went out with some others to find the rest of your people—" Abby glanced between Clarke and me. "— and you two."

My heart fell to the bottom of my stomach. I clenched my jaw and brushed away the single tear that slipped down my cheek when I realized I couldn't see Bellamy. Every time I thought I got close, there was something to push us even forever away from each other. The only thing I cared about in the moment was Bellamy was still alive and he was bound to return to the Ark at some point— that point just won't be today or any time soon.

"We need to go find them," Clarke groaned from the other cot. She swung her legs off of her cot and sat up, grimacing in pain.

Abby moved to stop her daughter. "Oh, hey, Clarke. Slow down." She placed her hands on Clarke's legs. "Hey, it's too soon."

I sat motionless on my cot until I swallowed the emotions bubbling inside of my chest. Clarke was right. We needed to find our people in order to save the rest of our people. We worked better when all of us were together. "She's right," I agreed with her. "We need to find them and move against Mount Weather to rescue the rest of our people. My brother is still there."

Clarke nodded in agreement. "How many guards are here?" She questioned her mother. "Where exactly are Finn and Bellamy?"

Finn made it alive, too?

"Clarke, Wren, please," Abby pleaded with the two of us, glancing back and forth between the cots where we sat. "You need to rest."

"We don't need to rest. We're fine," Clarke stated with a shake of her head. "And I don't need you to protect me. What I need is to save my friends."

We cautiously clambered to our feet and adjusted to standing after hours of laying on the cots. Clarke grabbed her pants from the table near her while I spun in half a circle until I spotted my own next to the sterile tray Jackson used last night. My arm burned as I pulled them on over my legs and sat down to lace up my boots.

"Ma'am."

The three of us twisted around at the sound of Byrne's voice behind us. The blonde woman stood at the entrance of the medical room with an unfamiliar, yet hopeful look shining in her eyes. She took a second to look at each person in the room.

"Movement in the North woods," she informed us.

Abby stood up. "Grounders?"

Byrne shot a quick glimpse at Clarke and then myself before she refocused her attention back onto Abby. "I don't think so."

The two left the tent to check out the gate and allowed Clarke and I to finish changing in peace. The mere thought of the movement in the woods being the group that took off with Bellamy sent goosebumps down my spin, encouraging me to work as fast as I could to lace up my boots after pulling them over my feet with a pair of socks I hoped were mine. Clarke matched my pace with her own pants and boots. She grabbed our jackets from a table and tossed mine on the cot next to my working figure.

A sharp pain ran up my left arm when I attempted to slide my jacket over my shoulders. The material grazed over the bandage wrapped around my bicep and my mouth parted to release an inaudible scream at the pressure.

Clarke rushed to my side after she finished tying her boots and grabbed the shoulders of the jacket to assist me with. "Here, let me help," she said.

The jacket glided over my arms and rested on top of my shoulders with Clarke's aid. My bottom lip was pulled between my teeth from the consistent throbbing sensation in my bicep.

"You okay?" Clarke asked, worriedly.

"I'm fine," I lied, sharply inhaling through my nose to breathe through the discomfort. "Let's go."

Clarke led the way out of the medical tent and into the bright sunlight beaming down on the camp surrounding the Ark. The chatter of the camp filled my ears the moment we stepped out of the confides of the tent. My eyes swept over the vast camp, noticing how some people stood talking to each other while others worked as guards or the jobs given to them by Abby and Byrne.

Raven sat on a pile near the ground with her left leg laid out in front of her in the black brace. Her head snapped up when she heard the tent flap open and grinned at us by the entrance, admiring the camp before us.

"Hi," Clarke acknowledged her with a grin.

Raven climbed to her feet with the aid of her cane. "I've been waiting here all night after..." She trailed off after she hugged Clarke and stood in front of me.

"I'm sorry about last night," I apologized for the breakdown I had. The chaotic thoughts and memories from last night repeated inside of my head and filled me with guilt. "I don't know what happened. I just—"

Raven interjected by pulling my body into a hug, careful of the hidden bandage wrapped around my bicep. "It's okay," she chuckled. "Honestly, I probably would have reacted the same way if I had shown up like you did and wanted to know where Finn was." She took a wobbly step backward to stand in front of us. "I wanted to be there when you woke up, but Abby said you needed rest and I'd have to wait 'til morning."

Clarke's eyes dipped down to the makeshift brace secured around Raven's leg made with scrap metal and blue buckles. "Raven, I..."

"Sucks," Raven admitted, glancing down at her leg and shrugged. "But I'm dealing with it."

"Open the gate!" Abby shouted from further down the camp.

A shrill buzzer sounded as one of the guards pressed a button to follow her orders. The opening of the gate was hidden from our sight behind the scraps of metal and Byrne's figure with the guards. My heart echoed in my ears as blood rushed faster through my body, impatiently watching a few guards stride forward with caution to the unidentifiable group outside the gate.

My fingers anxiously tapped against the side of my leg, desperate to know if Bellamy belonged to the group. I wasn't sure if my heart could handle the disappoint of Bellamy not walking through the opened gate. I needed Bellamy back in my life, to see he was alive and well after being separated for so long. I just wanted to hold him in my arms.

A figure stepped out from behind Byrne's tall figure and I felt my heart skip a beat while my legs grew weak. A relieved gasp flitted from my shaky, parted lips when Bellamy stepped into my sight, supporting the weight of another girl around our age. My heart soared with happiness and an emotion I only felt with him; love.

I felt love for my brother, but this was different kind of love. This felt like every time we locked eyes, he stole the breath right out of my lungs and I could only focus on him. Every fight or tough situation the two of us encountered seemed a million miles away, The world we lived in was a broken place, but Bellamy would always be my happy ending even with chaos surrounding us in every direction. Nothing else mattered.

The universe must have worked hard for Bellamy to return to the camp the morning of my return, like our reunion was written in the stars since day one.

"Sunshine," I whispered to myself.

The happiness within my soul carried my body forward without removing my eyes from his body. I looked past Abby and another woman to escort the new girl away from the group, leaving Bellamy and Octavia by themselves near the gate. I moved slowly at first until my legs picked up the pace, bursting into a run after I pushed through a group of adults.

Octavia noticed me first. Her eyebrows rose with surprise and alarm before she took a step backward away from her brother when she saw the determination in my eyes. My boots pounded against the earthy ground with sand kicking up behind my racing figure.

Bellamy tore his gaze away from the ground and then to his sister, confusion written on his facial features when he saw Octavia smiling at something in front of them. He swiveled his head in the same direction, immediately spotting me running directly for him. His mouth fell open as he gawked at me, face contorting into a mix of astonishment, relief, and deep affection.

"Princess...?" He breathed.

My body slammed against his body, arms instinctively wrapped around his neck as I pulled him as close as possible. We wobbled on our feet from the force behind my run, unable to slow down from the excitement and relief I felt inside at the sight of him. A soft, relieved sob muffled against the side of his neck.

A second barely passed before Bellamy's own arms locked around my back, securing me into his chest. We held each other as close as possible, leaving no space between our bodies, afraid if we let each other go, the entire thing would be some harsh dream.

"I think you broke me, too," I mumbled against the side of his neck, lips brushed over the skin.

He wholeheartedly chuckled under his breath at the comment, throat tight with emotion. Nearly the same words left my mouth the night I pretended to be drunk and sneakily get him to tell me why he kissed me. I joked I broke the Bellamy Blake, yet I hadn't realized he had broken through my cold exterior as well.

"Now, there's something I thought I'd never see," Octavia stated from beside us.

Bellamy's warm arms disappeared from my body, bringing a pout to my lips until I felt his hands cup my cheeks. His lips urgently collided into mine, a kiss filled with so much love both of us forgot how to breathe. 

XXXX

Hey, guys. You can't see me right now, but I'm dancing behind this computer screen as I type this message out because I'VE WAITED SINCE THE FIRST BOOK FOR THIS MOMENT. I've been anxiously and impatiently waiting for the day I got to write about their reunion and the time has finally come. I've never been happier (that's probably not true, but it's pretty damn close). 

Bellamy and Wren REUNITED. They KISSED. GUYS, THEY K I S S E D. Like WOW. This day finally happened.

Also, for those of you who don't know, I have a mailing list now. Only a handful of you got the sneak peak of this chapter the other day when I sent out the email. If YOU would like to be a part of said mailing list and receive sneak peeks of future chapters, drop your email down below or private message me it!

Question: How are you feeling after that kiss? 

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