Complete chaos had erupted in the entire drop ship. People desperately fought against the wind and pattering rain, trying to keep the curtains of the drop ship steady. Loxy could feel the pandemonium surrounding her, closing her in a tight trap.

"This is Raven Reyes, calling Ark station. If anyone can hear me, please come in," her voice was drained from energy. She was full of hopelessness.

"Raven," Loxy mumbled, her boots skidding on the floor as she walked up to her. "You can do this. I know you can."

She looked back at her, surprise filled in her dilated eyes before she gave Loxy a curt nod.

A warmth spread through her as she felt a hand touch hers. Bellamy rubbed his thumb against hers, the small sign of affection hardly noticeable to anyone around them. He gave a gentle smile, giving her entire hand a squeeze. "Everything's going to be okay," he assured her for the millionth time today.

She swallowed the bile in her throat before nodding, squeezing his hand back and drawing away. "You're right. We'll make contact with Ark soon."

As if one cue, the radio buzzed to life, a new voice speaking back to Raven. "This is a restricted channel. Please identify yourself."

Loxy was the first to rush over to her, bending over her to listen as she responded.

"This is Raven Reyes. I'm on the ground with the 100." Her fingers fiddled with the knobs, attempting to raise the frequency.

"Clarke, get over here!" Loxy hollered, spotting the blonde in the rear of the drop ship. She was already shoving past the group spectators, however.

Leaving them to discuss and hopefully receive medical help for Finn, Loxy returned to Bellamy. His brown eyes dropped to the ground as she walked up.

"I know you want to go out there, find the Grounder who took your sister. But look," she spoke feebly, waving an arm at the storm in front of them. "It's too dangerous."

"I just need to know why he saved her. And he could give us intel about his people if we make him," Bellamy groaned, exhaustion in his scratchy voice.

Loxy grabbed his arms, squeezing them tightly. "Look at me," she demanded, gazing into his syrup colored eyes. "It's going to be okay." Her hands slowly trailed down his arm until they found his, intertwining their fingers together.

Bellamy rested his chin on the top of her head while she burrowed hers in his chest. "She's my responsibility. And I failed her by letting that Grounder go," he whispered into the soft locks of her brown hair.

"No. Not yet," she murmured back, her breath tickling his skin. "Once this storm comes to end, we go out and find him. I promise I'll help you with anything you need. But when you found her, Finn got stabbed and you had to come back to camp."

They stayed in that position for what seemed like eternity, before finally pulling apart as reality came back to them. "I'm gonna try to get some sleep. God knows I'll need it," she grumbled, happiness soaring inside when she saw a smile etch onto Bellamy's lips.

~

Rain attacked her from everywhere, drenching her long hair and sticking her clothes to her skin. She gripped the two canteens of moonshine in her shaky hands. Since she couldn't get much sleep with the storm, she decided to help Clarke out with Finn.

A long sigh of relief escaped her lips when she ducked back into the drop ship. She instantly went to Clarke, handing her the two canteens she'd nearly drop multiple times.

Her best friend raised an eyebrow at her, curiosity sparking in her blue eyes. "Monty's moonshine?" She questioned, placing the two containers down on her work table.

"Yep," Loxy mumbled, helplessly stealing a glance at Finn. The skin around the blade had turned a dark purple, and his eyelashes flutter as he slept unconsciously. "Pretty sure no germ could survive it."

"The storm's getting worse," Clarke commented as she wiped the containers of moonshine with a cloth. "Monroe, let's close the doors."

(A/N: even though they share the same last name, Loxy and Monroe have no relation to each other. Just making that clear.)

Loxy peeked over her shoulder to see the girl with ginger hair looking back at them. Her dark eyes were filled with worry. "Monty and Jasper aren't back yet," she stressed.

"Bellamy's not back either," Octavia groaned, joining them with a frown plastered on her face.

Loxy's lips formed a small 'o' as she looked back at her. "Bellamy left? When?" She demanded, her surprise quickly melting away and being replaced by fury.

"About an hour ago. He didn't even explain to me where he was going," Octavia shrugged in annoyance, helping Clarke apply the moonshine to Finn's wound.

She whirled around and kicked the drop ship wall with her boot. "Dammit!" She exclaimed, balling her hands into fists. "I know exactly where he's going. And he didn't want to wait for me."

Octavia looked at her, her eyes yearning for knowledge. "What do you mean? Where the hell did my brother go?"

Loxy slowly relaxed the muscles in her hands, forcing them to hang at her sides. "He's going after the Grounder that took you," she answered with a tinge of hurt. How could she keep her promises to Bellamy if he didn't let her?

"What?" She gasped in shock, dropping the needle she had been holding.

Shaking her head vigorously, Loxy pushed Bellamy to the back of her mind. "We can worry about him later. For now, let's focusing on helping Finn."

"You're right. Here's the stitcher needle you asked for, Clarke," Raven grunted, passing Clarke the tiny needle. Just the sight of made Loxy shudder at all the memories, but they were behind her.

But she couldn't help but have a wave of fear pass over her. The Ark will come down and the chances of Abby wanting to do more experiments is highly likely. Especially on the ground.

"Thanks, but I still need something to close up the wound," Clarke turned back to them, looking for ideas.

"There's wire on the second level," Loxy suggested, cocking an eyebrow.

"That'll work," Clarke agreed with a short nod before moving to Finn's unconscious body.

Loxy whirled around to go fetch some wire when she was stopped by an overwhelmed Raven. "Stay away from the blue wires, okay? I hooked them up to the ceiling with the solar panels. That means they're hot, you got that?" She hollered as Loxy began walking away.

"Don't worry, I got that," she assured her before climbing up the ladder. Digging through wires, she finally found a good handful she could use for Finn, making sure to stay clear from the blue ones. When she climbed back down, she couldn't help but spot Bellamy clambering through the drop ship curtain, completely drenched.

"Bellamy?" She whispered, setting down the wire on the table next to Clarke. Her eyes widened in alarm when she watched him throw a body on the floor. It was the Grounder. "What the hell are you doing?"

"We wanted answers, remember?" Bellamy asked, a rough edge to his voice that wasn't there before.

Loxy stiffened, feeling her own anger course through her veins. "Really, Amy? This looks more like revenge to me."

"I mean intel, Red," he snapped, looking at her through the soaked curls of his hair. He turned to one of his men, jabbing a thumb at the Grounder's body. "Get him out of here."

"Bellamy, this isn't right," Loxy felt a pang of realization hit her as she watched them carry the Grounder away.

He turned to face her, parting his lips to speak, but was cut off by the radio.

"Clarke, we're ready," Abby intervened, her static voice filling the lower deck. "Clarke?"

Bellamy gazed up at the radio, fear mingled with disappointment in his face.

"This isn't who we are. This isn't who we should be," Loxy insisted, reaching out to lightly brush her fingers against his.

After one last glance at the radio, he moved his hand away quickly. "It is now," he growled before spinning around and heading for the ladder.

Pain filled Loxy's entire body as she watched him go, the ghost of his fingers still on hers. She knew eventually he would cave, and he would return to his normal self. She knew because there was no way anyone could ever love Loxy Monroe.

"I'm sorry, Loxy," Clarke's sympathetic voice filled her ears.

She swallowed her feelings, shaking her head rapidly. "That doesn't matter. Let's help Finn," she spoke with determination.

"Loxy?" Abby questioned, shock heavy in her voice.

She froze, looking at the radio with several mixed emotions. "Yeah, it's me. Now please help us."

"Okay," Abby paused for a moment, as if she had to take in that Loxy was actually there on the ground with her daughter. "Tell me where the knife is."

Clarke began her typical pace as she explained it to her mother. "The knife is angled upward between the sixth and seventh rib."

"Good. How deep does it go?" Her mother responded warily.

Clarke halted, blinking a few times before slyly shaking her head. "I can't tell how deep it goes."

"Okay, just don't remove the knife yet," Abby instructed clearly.

"Here," Loxy said, passing Raven a can of moonshine. "Stabilize your hands."

People began fighting in the room, frustrating Clarke slightly as she began muttering under her breath. Before things could get worse, Loxy got to her feet. "Alright, everyone, upstairs now!" She ordered, pushing them towards the ladder.

"Thanks," Clarke looked at her with an expression of gratitude, which she returned with a simple nod.

"Is there any fluid coming out?" Abby asked.

Irritation swelled up inside Loxy. She wasn't much use to Clarke right now, and she hated not being productive. Clambering up the ladder, Loxy followed Octavia, who was going to the third deck.

"Tighter!" Bellamy hissed at one of his men, folding his arms. "Last thing we need is the guy escaping."

Octavia and Loxy gasped in sync as the got to their feet. They were tying the Grounder up with seatbelts from the drop ship. He had a bloodied face and sweat glistened on his skin. But there was no mistaking it.

The Grounder that saved Octavia was the same Grounder who had rescued her a few nights ago.

Octavia stayed planted where she was, while Loxy slowly inched forward towards him. She could see his pupils widen, meaning he recognized her. She grimaced when she noticed the bruise on his head from when she had attacked him.

"You two, get out," Bellamy commanded.

"Bellamy, I'm telling you, he was protecting me!" Octavia screeched as she walked up to her brother.

"I remember you," Loxy whispered, looking deep into his eyes.

"Get away from him, Red!" Bellamy shouted instantly, the urgency in his voice confusing her.

"This is the Grounder that saved me that night, Amy. I can't allow you to do this," she growled, crossing her arms.

"I'm not asking for your permission. I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this for all of us," he stressed, pursing his lips together.

"You did that," she asked, pointing to the fresh blood on his face, "for all of us?"

Bellamy paused, clearly struggling for words. "No. I did that for Monty and Jasper. For Diggs, Roma, and Finn."

"You don't even know if that was him!" She defended him, knowing on a normal day she might've been surprised at herself for protecting a Grounder. But this particular one had saved her and Octavia. He was worth fighting for.

"We need to know what we're up against. We need to how many there are and when they'll attack," he spat, starting towards the Grounder. "And he's going to tell us right now."

"No, Bellamy!" Octavia screamed, grabbed his arm.

"Miller! Miller!" Bellamy exclaimed as he tore himself away from her grasp. "Get them out of here."

Miller grabbed Octavia, guiding her towards the open hatch. The other guy who came for Loxy wasn't so lucky. She planted her foot on his chest as he came near her, kicking him forward, with the help of a small amount of her powers. He slammed against the wall. "Touch me and I'll end you."

"Don't try to stop me, Red," Bellamy growled, clenching and unclenching his fists.

"We don't even know if he speaks English. He might not understand you," she pointed out, watching Octavia's head disappear through the hatch.

"Oh I think he will."

At least twenty minutes of Bellamy prompting him to answer his strict questions went on. Without success, Loxy could see the growing impatience on his face.

"What's your name? Where's your camp? How many of you?" He kept firing questions, but they all ended with silence. "You wanna keep watching, Red? Judging me for trying to keep us safe?"

Loxy tapped her foot lightly on the floorboard panel with the tip of her boot. She folded her arms and pressed her lips together into a thin line. "Yep."

"Look at all this stuff," Miller exclaimed, rummaging through everything that belonged to the Grounder.

Bellamy whirled around, joining them in a crouch. "Who knows what even all this is?" He picked up a journal, causing the Grounder to retaliate against his restraints. The sight of him brought Loxy back to that night with Anya. "Looks like we found something he doesn't want us to see."

Loxy sighed heavily, walking over and snatching it right of of his hands.

"Not so fast, Red—" Bellamy got to his feet and went to grab her, but she stopped him.

He winced as she turned his arm the wrong way effortlessly, glowering at him. "Bite me, Amy," she hissed before letting him go, refusing to let him have back the journal.

She flipped through the pages, amazed to see beautiful drawings of the landscape. Looking back at the Grounder, she was surprised to find the smallest smile on his lips. You wouldn't see it if you didn't examine it closely.

Two pages stood at the most, and it was two drawings. Her and Octavia. He had drawn Octavia perfectly, sculpting her face nicely and giving her a genuine smile.

The sketch he'd done of her gave her a more fierce look. Her lips were pressed together like they were right now, and several scars were marked on her face but she looked ready for anything. She loved it.

The hatch opened, and all their heads turned to see Clarke pulling herself up. She cocked her head at the boy blocking her path. "Get the hell out of way."

"It's okay, let her through," Bellamy obliged.

She glanced at the Grounder in fear. "If he didn't hate us before, he certainly does now," she said with disapproval.

"Couldn't have said it better myself," Loxy piped up, her upper lip curling in disgust.

"Shut up, Red," Bellamy snapped without even looking at her whilst he pulled Clarke aside.

She watched the two of them talk quietly to each other. In the moment, a fresh pain of loneliness filled her as she watched them. Loxy always made the same mistakes. It happened with Wells, and now Bellamy.

She made the mistake of falling in love for someone who didn't feel the same.