Merry late Christmas/new year!

I finally had a proper day off so I could write! This whole adulting thing kinda sucks at times.

Sorry for the long wait - don't worry I'm just as frustrated :(

** UNEDITED **

*****

We are all
looking for home
in the souls of others

- D h i m a n

*****

She'd slept through the night.

That was the first thought that entered Brinley's mind upon waking in her bed, blankets tangled around her legs and hair in a tangled knot on her head. Her room was hot and sticky and her mouth was dry, her head spinning only lightly as she stood up.

She couldn't recall how she'd made it back to her room – she could, however, recall the burn of liquor as it slid down her throat and the warm sleepy feeling that came with it.

She could also, unfortunately, remember her alcohol clouded mind asking Bellamy to stay with her.

Brinley's face warmed at the memory. Stupid.

Brinley rubbed at her tired eyes as she stood from her bed, reaching for her water filled canteen sitting by the door. She took two mouthfuls of water before dumping the rest of it over her head. Once her hair was sufficiently wet, Brinley set to working out the knots in her hair with her fingers, letting it dry down her back as she dressed for the day.

Stepping outside into the main camp, Brinley noticed the unusual level of activity. She could tell that it was still relatively early, but still groups of Arkadian's hurried around the camp with varying degrees of determination on their faces.

Brinley supposed that if anything would motivate people to work harder - it was the inevitable end of the world.

Her eyes searched the camp for her friends, landing on Clarke pushing a trolley, following Bellamy towards the supply room.

'Need some help?'

Clarke looked up and stopped as Brinley approached, a smile on her face. 'Hey Brin. There's plenty that needs doing, I'm sure Raven has something in mind.'

Bellamy, who had stopped when Clarke had, was smirking at Brinley.

Brinley met his gaze with a furrowed brow. 'Why are you looking at me like that Blake?'

Bellamy's smirk deepened. 'How's your head?'

Brinley rolled her eyes but couldn't stop the flush of embarrassment that heated her cheeks. 'Still clearer than yours on a good day.'

Bellamy gave a light laugh. 'C'mon. Better not keep Raven waiting.'

Clarke nodded in agreement, looking to Brinley who hurried to walk beside her. 'We're starting to ration our meals.'

Brinley sighed. 'Fantastic.'

'Two meals a day for people working as hard as ours, we won't make any friends.' Bellamy commented as they entered the supply room where Raven was busy fixing weaknesses in the structure, a mask covering her face.

'If there's one thing our people understand, it's rationing. Besides, once we close those doors, its one meal a day for five years.' Clarke reminded Bellamy as she unloaded the preserved meat.

'Try one meal every other day.' Raven announced in a flat tone as she stepped off her ladder and lifted her mask, joining their conversation. 'Hunting parties are coming back with less and less, Thanks to your friend Niylah, we're preserving more meat than ever, but it's still not enough, and without a way to make water, growing our own protein like we did on the ark is not an option.'

Clarke and Bellamy shared a worried look and Raven noticed. She turned to Bellamy with a hard stare. 'Remember that when we're starving.'

Brinley tensed, but Bellamy seemed unphased. 'I won't be starving, because I won't be inside.'

Brinley fought back the urge to reach over and slap Bellamy at the calm delivery of his words, as though he wasn't talking about his own death.

Bellamy caught Brinley's hard stare and immediately averted his eyes.

'Yes, you will.' Clarke sounded as horrified as Brinley felt.

'Does this mean you've made the list?' Raven sounded almost relieved and Brinley frowned, quickly catching on to what they were implying.

A list of those deemed useful enough to save.

'No.' Clarke denied quickly. 'What about drinking water?'

'Clarke, don't change the subject. We need to know who's going to be on the inside of these doors when the radiation comes.' Raven's voice got quieter as Brinley crossed her arms.

'We don't need to know now.' Clarke shot back as the P.A system sounded.

'We need some medical help at the front gate, looks like we got some sick people there.'

The four of them didn't hesitate as they ran towards the front gate, armed guards spearheaded by Miller standing in front of a crowd of wary onlookers.

'Move, stand back!' Bellamy commanded as he pushed their way through the crowd.

'Nyko?' Clarke sounded fearful as she moved towards the sick looking group.

Brinley was observing the small group, from the pale child, to a sweaty faced Luna who looked nothing like the fearless warrior she had the last time they had met. Brinley watched as one of the people vomited violently, her eyes averting from the image and finding the angry looking lesions on the faces of every person who stood desperately at the gates of the camp.

Quickly a cold stone of dread settled into Brinley's stomach as she realised that something was very very wrong.

'What if it's another grounder attack, like they did with Murphy?' Miller questioned Bellamy lowly.

'It's not.' Brinley answered before Bellamy could.

'You don't know that-' Miller argued with a frown.

'Yes, I do.' Brinley shot back with an eyeroll, moving towards Clarke, alongside Bellamy and Raven.

'Please don't turn us away because of what I did to you.' Luna sounded as weak as she looked when she spoke upon Bellamy recognising her.

Abby arrived then, covering her mouth with fabric with her med bag on hand. Brinley watched Abby's face change as she too assessed the scene, kneeling in front of Luna, Clarke right behind her.

'Any idea what's wrong with them?' Bellamy uttered under his breath from where he stood beside Brinley.

Brinley pursed her lips. 'I have one idea.' At Bellamy's questioning look she elaborated. 'It could be from the radiation.'

Bellamy frowned at her. 'Then why isn't anyone else sick?'

'I don't know.' Brinley frowned, watching Clarke's face change from one of concern to horror as she spoke to Abby. 'Whatever it is, I think Abby's figured it out.'

It appeared that she had. 'Let's get them to med bay.' She ordered.

Bellamy and Brinley moved closer to Clarke and to Raven, both of whom were wearing equally as troubled expressions.

'Acute radiation sickness.' Clarke supplied before either of them could ask. 'It's already started.'

'The fish are dying.' Raven sounded distraught, shaking her head before continuing. 'Let's get these people inside, and then we'll talk.'

*****
Brinley and Bellamy were left to handle the worried group of Arkadians once Luna and her people were in med bay. Clarke, Jackson and Abby were like a well-oiled machine and neither Brinley or Bellamy wanted to disrupt that.

Raven had disappeared to her work station, the frown never once leaving her face.

Brinley stood by and let Bellamy do the talking to the anxious group of people, knowing that he could be far more tactful than she when it came to dealing with larger groups. Bellamy was a natural born leader, and it showed when he reassured their people that the sickness wasn't contagious, and that they were safe from the illness.

For now, Brinley added silently in her head.

'It won't be long until people realise the sickness is from the radiation.' Bellamy ran a hand through his hair, speaking lowly. 'They'll panic.'

'I don't blame them.' Brinley replied tightly as they walked towards Med bay again. 'We were supposed to have months before this started happening.'

Bellamy watched Brinley for a moment before he stopped walking, holding out a hand for her to do the same. 'What did I do?'

'What?' Brinley stared at Bellamy.

'I recognise that tone, and that stare.' Bellamy pointed at Brinley's expression which quickly smoothed out. 'Why are you angry?' Bellamy pressed.

'Why don't you think your worth saving?' Brinley fired back, crossing her arms across her chest.

Bellamy sighed. 'We're not having this conversation. It's not up for discussion.'

'You're going to be inside when the death wave hits' Brinley insisted. 'These people listen to you, Bellamy. You're a leader, and they're going to need that both inside and out. Besides,' Brinley shrugged, 'Octavia will never let you just die.'

'She'll have you, she'll be fine.' Bellamy crossed his arms defiantly.

Brinley laughed. 'She won't have me. You can't possibly think I'll make the list of essential personnel?'

Bellamy clenched his jaw. 'You'll be on that list.'

'I won't be.' Brinley denied. 'If you don't make the list there's no way I will.'

'I'm a mass murderer, Brinley. I don't deserve a place on the list.'

Brinley just stared at Bellamy, waiting for him to realise the irony of his words.

Bellamy paled, his tense stance shifting and his crossed arms relaxing. 'Brin, I'm sorry - that's not what I-'

Brinley held up her hand to stop him. 'It's fine. The difference between what you did and what I did is that, even though it doesn't make it right, you've regretted the massacre every waking moment since.' Brinley shrugged. 'I've never regretted what I did. Not even for a second.'

'Brinley-' Bellamy tried, but he was cut off by a new voice.

'Bellamy, Brinley!'

The two turned around searching for the familiar voice. Finding Raven staring at them.

'Go find Clarke and get your asses in here!'

Brinley looked to Bellamy. 'Go find Clarke, I'll go with Raven.'

Bellamy hesitated and then nodded quickly.

'Please tell me you have good news.' Brinley uttered as she approached Raven, following her friend into the server room that contained most of the surviving tech and databases from the Ark.

'I wish.' Raven sighed, rubbing at her head tiredly. 'I'll explain when Bellamy and Clarke get here.'

Brinley nodded. 'Hey, Raven?'

'Yeah?'

'Do you still have access to databases from the Ark?'

'Not all of them.' Raven shook her head. 'Some of the older entries were destroyed. The more recent ones are still available.' Raven looked at Brinley in confusion. 'Why?'

'Think you can show me how to navigate them and I can take a look?'

'Sure, but why-'

'Hey Raven, what did you find?' Clarke and Bellamy entered the room, looking concerned.

Raven began tapping away at the keyboard immediately. 'So Luna's rig is here-' she pointed to a map on the screen, 'and if the fish in these waters are dying... well basically we're screwed.'

'I don't understand, A.L.I.E said we had six months.' Bellamy's face was hard.

'We don't.' Raven revealed quietly.

'Well, then how long do we have?' Clarke frowned.

'It's hard to say. Radiation is dispersed by jet stream, and carried by ocean currents, so it's not an exact science, but the leading indicators are small species die off's; fish, insects I-'

Brinley knew Raven was stalling. 'Raven, how long?'

'Based on the new data, I'd say we have... two months of survivability. Maybe less.'

Brinley felt her hands begin to shake at Raven's words. She quickly clenched her fists and hid them from view.

'The Ark won't be ready.' Bellamy said what they were all thinking.

'It'll be close.' Raven supplied. 'If we triple the man hours and work around the clock, we should be able to achieve a hard seal before the black rain comes. We just have to decide who gets to live here.' She looked meaningfully at Clarke.

'Raven, we're not talking about the list again.' Clarke shot back.

'Clarke, we are running out of time. We have to make a plan for the day we close the doors, drill for it, make sure only the survivors have guns, agree on protocols for dealing with the people who are pissed off they're not chosen!' Raven was clearly fed up. 'You asked me to be in charge of rationing and I am doing it, but choosing who gets to live or die is your specialty.'

It was a low blow, and from the look on Raven's faced – she knew it.

Whatever Clarke was going to say was interrupted by the sound of an engine firing up.

'No one's scheduled to take the rover.' Raven frowned.

It was a welcome distraction from the news Raven had just delivered.

Bellamy tapped on the rover window sharply, before swinging open the door. 'Out of the vehicle.'

'I need to make a run.' Jaha informed them innocently.

'All supply run's go through me, and shouldn't you be working on the patch to sector five?' Raven crossed her arms.

Jaha switched off the engine and climbed out angrily. 'A patch for a ship that can only save a hundred people?'

Raven's face dropped.

'Why are you surprised. I am an engineer, we have no way to generate water. The harder number is 400. Can you really sentence 400 more of our own people to death?'

'100 survivors is better than none. You got a better idea?' Brinley's tone wasn't kind.

Jaha looked at her. 'What if I do?'

Brinley rolled her eyes. 'Of course you do.'

'What if I told you, there might be a fallout shelter less than a day's drive from here, a fallout shelter built to sustain thousands.'

'We've been through the chancellors files, all the bunker's you considered for the hundred were listed as compromised or unviable, and now mount weather is too.' Raven seemed genuinely interested in what Jaha had to say, but sceptical all the same.

'Those were government bunkers.' Jaha pulled up and old article on the tablet he'd had stashed in the rover.

Bellamy glanced over it. 'A doomsday cult?'

'You've got to be kidding.' Brinley mumbled. Fucking Jaha.

'That's right – the second dawn.' Jaha confirmed.

'They built a bunker?' Clarke sounded disbelieving.

'Their whole theology was based on riding out the end of the world.' Jaha nodded.

'And why didn't you consider it?'

'Because we couldn't prove it existed.'

'So why are you considering it now?' Bellamy looked at Jaha sceptically.

'Because before now we didn't need it.'

Understanding dawned on Clarke's face. 'You found it, didn't you?'

'We can't be sure unless we check it out.' Jaha answered vaguely. 

Brinley did her best to block out the ensuing argument between Clarke, Bellamy and Raven, knowing what the outcome would be. She was vaguely aware that Clarke once again got her way and agreed to make the list if they found nothing at the supposed bunker site.

Bellamy looked at Jaha. 'I'll drive.' He glanced at Brinley and Clarke. 'Go get your packs, meet back here in five.'

Clarke nodded and hurried off, but Brinley only moved to follow Bellamy, who was retrieving his own supplies.

'What are you doing?' Bellamy asked in confusion. 'Your room's that way.'

Brinley shook her head. 'I'm not going with you.'

Bellamy stopped outside his quarters and frowned. 'Why the hell not?'

'There's too much to do here. I'm going to look into essential personnel, get a list together to help Clarke out.' Brinley shrugged.

'You don't think we'll find this bunker, do you?' Bellamy sighed and he pulled out his bag and started walking back in the direction of the rover.

'Not really.' Brinley finally admitted as they neared the rover, Jaha not far from the vehicle. 'But hey, if you do find the bunker, I will gracefully admit that I was wrong.'

'You? Admit you're wrong? Wow, the world really must be ending.' Bellamy smirked at the look of false outrage on Brinley's face.

'Bellamy Blake, how dare you! Don't make me fight you.' Brinley teased, enjoying the stolen moment between them.

'Oh I think I could take you.' Bellamy laughed.

'You're so on.'

And that was how Clarke found the two, having a staring contest with looks of amusement spread across both of their faces.

'Ready to go?' Clarke sounded confused. 'Brin where's your pack?'

'I'm not going with you. I have some things to do here.' Brinley explained, missing the curious look Jaha shot her way.

'You sure?' Clarke questioned.

'Yeah. Be safe, okay?'

Clarke nodded. 'Of course.'

Jaha and Clarke moved to climb into the rover but a hand on Bellamy's arm stopped him.

'Be safe, don't drive like a maniac, okay?'

Bellamy smiled at Brinley. 'Don't worry sweetheart, we'll be back before you know it.'

Brinley squeezed Bellamy's arm lightly, but rolled her eyes at the nickname all the same. 'Yeah yeah, get going before Jaha leaves you behind.'

Bellamy shot her one more lopsided smile, climbed into the rover – and then they were gone.

*****

Brinley kept true to her word.

She busied herself going through files of possible candidates that would survive the fallout. Names and faces burned into her brain, skill sets and former careers tumbling around her brain. Raven had easily directed her to the correct database and she'd been investigating files for hours now.

The sky had turned dark but still the camp was lit up as people volunteered to work through the night.

Brinley was going through a file labelled JONES, Amelia when someone else appeared behind her.

'Hey, Brin?'

Brinley quickly clicked the file away, swivelling her chair around to face the newcomer. 'Miller, hey.'

Miller's eyes darted from the screen to Brinley suspiciously. 'What are you doing?'

'Looking at people's skill sets.' Brinley shrugged, quickly changing the subject. 'What do you need?'

Miller let the conversation drop – for now. 'Thought you might wanna know - Murphy's back.'

Miller watched Brinley's expression light up. 'Where is he?'

'Headed toward med bay.'

Brinley frowned, quickly realising that the supply room was in the same area. 'Thank you for telling me.' Brinley kissed Miller's cheek as she passed him. 'I owe you!'

'I won't forget it.' Miller mumbled.

Brinley ran towards med bay, hell bent on catching Murphy before he slipped out of the camp with a backpack full of supplies.

Brinley slowed to a walk as she entered the room, easily spotting a brooding John Murphy seated in a vacated chair – staring at the sick child taking medicine from Jackson's outstretched hand.

Brinley frowned, knowing Raven would have never given Abby permission to take any of their limited supply.

She shook her head, coming up behind Murphy and wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug. 'Hi.'

'Hey.' A ghost of a smile appeared on Murphy's face as he loosened her grip, standing up to hug her properly.

Brinley gripped him tightly, squeezing her eyes shut against his chest for a moment. 'We need to talk, there's something I-'

'Have to tell me? If it's about the radiation, I already know.' At Brinley's confused look up at him, he elaborated, 'I overheard Raven and Abby arguing over pills, came to my own conclusion from there.'

'John, I wanted to tell you in Polis – that's why I asked you to come back to visit me.'

Murphy nodded, eyeing another empty chair and pulling it towards the first, gesturing for Brinley to sit down. 'Go on then, tell me.'

Brinley looked around before lowering her voice to an almost whisper. 'First things first, I think you and Emori should come and stay at Arkadia.'

Over the following hour, Brinley filled Murphy in on everything they knew so far about the death wave.

Murphy listened intently, only interrupting to ask for clarification or the occasional sarcastic remark. Eventually, Murphy was all caught up to speed and more than willing to bring Emori back to Arkadia.

Both Brinley and Murphy could only watch on as the radiation medication – that Murphy admitted to stealing – didn't work for the young girl. Brinley could identify the death rattle of her breath and see the way her head and eyes began to droop and knew the end was near.

Quick, angry footsteps behind Murphy and Brinley had both of them out of their seats.

Brinley let Murphy handle Raven, for once deciding to not get in the middle of an argument between her friends.

Murphy gestured for Brinley to follow him out of the room as Abby walked over to Raven.

'Go and get Emori and come straight back okay?' Brinley hugged Murphy as they reached the gates of Arkadia.

'I'll be back before the end of the world, promise.'

Brinley shoved Murphy. 'Go. Be careful.'

Brinley watched him go until she couldn't see him in the darkness anymore, making her way back to her list and the files on the database.

An hour later and Brinley's eyes were beginning to drift shut every few seconds. She'd made it through all of the surviving Arkadian's files, scribbling down names into a worn notebook. The face of SORENSON, Glass peered out at her through the screen.

It was the sound of the rover's engine cutting off that had Brinley suddenly wide awake.

Peering out into the darkness, she watched Jaha leave the rover and head in the opposite direction of Clarke and Bellamy. After a few moments of conversing, Bellamy and Clarke went in two different directions.

Brinley grabbed her list and followed Clarke.

Brinley slowed her walk as she entered the room Clarke was inhabiting right as her blonde friend sat down in the chair at the desk, head in her hands.

'No luck?'

Clarke looked up. 'Hey. I thought you might be sleeping. No – no luck. Not today.'

Brinley eyed the paper and pen on the desk. 'You're writing the list? Now?'

'I told Raven I would. May as well start it now.' Clarke sounded defeated, and Brinley didn't blame her.

Brinley bit her lip. 'Hey, Clarke?'

'Yeah?'

'Bellamy should be on that list.'

Clarke frowned. 'Of course, he was always going to be on the list, why-?'

'He's going to fight you on it, don't let him win.' Brinley sat down on the sofa opposite the desk.

'I won't.' Clarke frowned slightly.

'Make sure you put your own name down, too.'

Clarke frowned.

'You and Bellamy kept the hundred together, you're keeping the camp together. The people inside the Ark when the death waves hits are going to need leadership and guidance.' Brinley shrugged as though it were simple.

Clarke watched Brinley. 'You really care about Bellamy, don't you?'

Brinley cleared her throat. 'Don't change the subject.'

'I know what this is, Brin. Your name is going on that list.'

'No.'

'Give me one good reason-'

'I'll give you more than one.' Brinley threw the notebook she was carrying onto Clarke's desk. 'That's a list of people with above normal skill sets ranging across different areas. I've gone through file after file and chosen the best engineers, farmers, guards I could find in the database.'

Unbeknownst to Brinley, Clarke felt the weight on her shoulders lighten.

She didn't have to carry the burden alone.

'Thank you.' Clarke smiled warmly at Brinley. 'But I-'

'Clarke, if you value our friendship in the slightest, you will promise to not put my name on that list.'

'I-'

'Hey.' Bellamy entered the room then, interrupting whatever Clarke had been going to say. Brinley scooted over so Bellamy could sit on the sofa too – he looked defeated and tired – much like Clarke did.

'What are you still doing awake?' Bellamy asked Brinley with a yawn.

'She's been researching, getting to know the people in the camp who qualify for the list.' Clarke answered for Brinley.

'Right.' Bellamy nodded, remembering Brinley's plans for the day.

'I did what I could.' Brinley sighed. 'Oh yeah – Murphy came to visit, he and Emori will be back in the camp by morning.'

'Did you tell him?' Clarke asked quietly.

'Yeah.' Brinley nodded, omitting the part about stealing from the supply room. 'That's why they're coming here.'

Bellamy and Clarke filled Brinley in on their failed mission; and while she wasn't surprised, a small part of her truly did have hope that they'd find something useful.

That small part of her quickly died away.

As the conversation drifted to easier topics and Clarke tapped her pen against the paper, Brinley's eyes began to close, and she began to drift into sleep.

Bellamy himself was starting to feel drowsy when he felt Brinley's head hit his shoulder gently. He glanced down at the girl, brushing stray hair out of her face, keeping his hand there for a moment longer than necessary.

Clarke, who was watching the two, quickly averted her eyes from the sweet gesture.

If two people on earth deserved to be happy together, it was them.

But Clarke knew Brinley and Bellamy well enough to know it'd never be that simple.

It wasn't long before the conversation lulled and Bellamy drifted to sleep too, leaning back slightly and manoeuvring both his own body and Brinley's into a more comfortable position as he matched his breathing to hers.

And then Clarke was left alone; with a list of names, a notebook, a pen, and the weight of the world on her shoulders.

*****
Bellamy woke up after what felt like minutes, to the sound of sniffling.

Clarke was hunched over the notebook, dark ink in three distinct lists filling the page. It was still dark out, Clarke's lantern the only source of light in the room.

Bellamy was careful lifting Brinley enough to rest her comfortably on the sofa as he moved behind Clarke to read over her shoulder. There were only a few spaces left to fill.

Bellamy sighed. 'If I'm on that list, you're on that list.'

'Bellamy, I can't –' Clarke tried to compose herself.

'Write it down, or I will.' Bellamy's words held a promise.

Clarke shook her head.

Bellamy did as he said he would, writing CLARKE GRIFFIN in his messy scrawl. His eyes glanced over the list, noting the absence of so many friend's names. He felt a lump form in his throat but he ignored it, thankful that Octavia's name was one of the first to be sealed in ink.

Bellamy hesitated at the last remaining spot, and Clarke knew what was coming. 'Why isn't Brinley on here?'

Clarke's eyes were shiny again. 'Bellamy-'

'She deserves to be on here-' Bellamy fought to control his voice.

'I know! Bellamy, she asked me not to. She made me promise to put you down but not her...'

'You're not putting her name on the list.' Bellamy's voice sounded strangled at Clarke's admission. 'Because I am. And she can be pissed at me for it later.'

Clarke nodded, sighing in relief. 'So what now?'

'Now, we put it away and hope we never have to use it.'

'You still have hope?' Clarke sounded surprised.

'We still breathing?' Bellamy gave Clarke a half smile, which she returned. Bellamy rested his hand on Clarke's shoulder for a moment. 'Get some sleep.'

Clarke nodded and with a whispered thank you, left the room.

Bellamy heard Brinley shift in her sleep, yawning as she woke up and blinking as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Brinley sat up. 'Clarke finished?'

'Yeah, she already left. We fell asleep.' Bellamy confirmed.

'Hey, Bell?'

'Yeah?' Bellamy asked curiously, sensing a strange tone in Brinley's voice.

'Can I show you something?' Brinley asked quietly.

'Okay?' Bellamy was confused now.

Brinley led Bellamy towards the server room, where she'd been going through files all day. Brinley slid into the chair she'd occupied earlier, gesturing at another seat for Bellamy.

Brinley tapped away at the keyboard for a few moments, while Bellamy watched on in confusion.

'I've been going through the databases and finding files all day. Raven showed me how, but I took a wrong turn and ended up in some old files.' Brinley explained as she opened various files. 'Your Mother's name was Aurora, right?'

'Yeah.' Bellamy frowned.

'I don't know much about my mother's life, only the things I experienced while she was still alive.' Brinley frowned, before a photo of two women filled the screen.

Bellamy's heart lurched. 'Mum...'

'I know,' Brinley gave Bellamy a sad smile, 'Bell, the woman next to her is my Mum.'

Bellamy's eyes widened in surprise.

The two women were laughing, the picture had obviously been captured on one of the Ark's celebration day's as the background behind them was a blur of people. Eleanor and Aurora looked to be having the time of their lives, laughing at some long-forgotten joke, unaware that years later their children would be sitting side by side on earth, looking at a moment frozen in time.

'You look like your mother.' Bellamy uttered quietly. 'So much.'

'I know.' Brinley agreed. 'I see pieces of both you and Octavia in your Mum, especially her smile.'

Bellamy's eyes were glued to the screen.

'Do you know what my full name is?' Brinley asked quietly.

'No.' Bellamy looked at Brinley, tearing his eyes from the screen.

'Brinley Aurora Kane.' Brinley heard Bellamy's sharp intake of breath. 'I never questioned why, but now I know, I guess.'

Brinley hit one of the keys and another photo appeared, this time the two girls were younger, no older than twelve.

'They were friends for a long time.' Bellamy mused.

'My mum was born to parents from factory station.' Brinley revealed. 'When she married my father, she changed stations.'

Brinley tapped another key.

Bellamy stared. 'That's me.'

Brinley nodded. 'And that's me.'

This time the women were older, accompanied by two children – a boy with a head of dark curls and an infant scowling at the photographer.

'I didn't mean to find the pictures, I wasn't looking for them, but I thought you might want to see them too.'

'I did – I do. Sometimes I feel like I've forgotten what she looked like so – I just- thank you.' Bellamy's voice was soft.

'Think they'd be proud of us, if they could see us right now?'

'I hope so.' Bellamy admitted.

'I'm proud of us.' Brinley gave Bellamy's hand a gentle squeeze before her face broke into a wicked grin. 'We're fucking awesome.'

Bellamy laughed.

Brinley yawned. 'Alright, that's enough nostalgia for today.'

Bellamy walked Brinley to her room, promising he'd wake her in time to leave with the hunting party scheduled to go out.

'Goodnight Blake, try not to dream about me, yeah?'

Bellamy laughed, shaking his head. 'Goodnight Brinley.'

'Night, Bell.'

Each of them drifted to sleep in their separate rooms, tendrils of hope for the future snaking their way into their hearts, both of them completely unaware of the terror and heart break the next day held.