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retrouvaille; 
(n) The joy of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation; rediscovery (re-trU-'vl) 

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Brinley woke feeling better than she had in days.

Her body wasn't aching as badly and her eyes weren't as heavy. Despite her initial protests, Brinley was glad she'd managed some restful sleep, because it had made all the difference.

Brinley felt her cheeks warm as she remembered how she'd gripped onto Bellamy, and the soothing circles he'd massaged into her skin. Brinley was often overemotional when she was exhausted, but her emotions usually leant toward anger rather than... whatever she had been feeling only hours earlier – she wasn't sure there was a name from the jumbled ball of feelings in the pit of her stomach.

Brinley left the room, shutting the door tight behind her. She'd only walked a few paces when Octavia appeared, looking fierce with Roan by her side.

'Ready to leave?' Octavia asked, raising an eyebrow at Brinley as the girl ran her hand through her hair.

'Guess so.' Brinley shrugged, eyeing Roan warily.

The Ice Nation King was already watching her, a smug expression on his face.

'The hell are you looking at?' Brinley snapped at him, her eyes narrowing as amusement crossed his face.

'Not the famed Gonaripa, clearly.'

Brinley scowled, her hands tightening into fists.

'Brin, relax. We need him.' At Brinley's hardened expression, Octavia added, 'I hate it just as much as you do.'

Brinley gave a short, sharp nod as she made her way back towards the garage, where she could hear a low hum of voices. Brinley could hear Octavia and Roan following behind her, though she never turned her head to check.

'...We've got a plan.'

Brinley caught Bellamy's eyes as she got closer, and she quickly averted her gaze.

'What are we waiting for?' Octavia made her presence known, Roan following closely behind her.

'Let's move out.' Bellamy ordered, lips pulled into a thin line.

Brinley immediately latched herself onto Monty, hugging him tightly.

'Be careful.' Monty said to her as his arms tightened around her briefly.

'You too.' Brinley smiled wistfully as she pulled away, turning to hug both Raven and Harper, giving them similar warnings to take care of themselves – and each other.

Brinley caught Jasper's eye, a small smile lighting her face as Jasper stepped forward towards her. Her smile slipped slightly at the odd look in his eyes.

'See you soon, yeah?' Jasper spoke first.

'Yeah. Of course.' Brinley forced a smile. 'Be safe, don't do anything stupid.'

'Me? Never.'

Brinley gave a small laugh as she made her way towards the rover.

'You and Bellamy, huh? You kiss and make up yet?' Miller immediately taunted, though there was tension in the set of his jaw. It was clear that Miller was nervous about their mission, and Brinley didn't blame him.

'Miller, stop.' Brinley rolled her eyes.

'Oooh, defensive.' Miller mocked, stumbling slightly as Brinley gave him a sharp shove.

Brinley climbed into the passenger side of the rover while Miller leered at her as the rest of them filed into the back.

Bellamy was already seated in the drivers seat, his entire body tense and on edge.

'You ready to end this?' Brinley didn't look at Bellamy as she spoke.

Bellamy let out a sigh as he put the rover into gear, revving the engine slightly. 'It's not like we have much of a choice.'

Brinley gave him a wry smile. 'We always have a choice, Bellamy.'

*****

'All right, this is where we split up. The entrance to the tunnels is over there.'

'Yeah, we know where it is.'

Brinley stood next to Clarke and Bellamy, opposite Roan in the chilly night air. Brinley was shivering slightly, from the anticipation or the cold, she didn't know.

'I'm gonna need the flame.'

'Like hell-' Brinley interrupted Roan quickly.

'This only works if they send Ontari out to get it.' Roan spoke over her protest. 'If they don't see it, they won't do that. Not much of a trap without the bait.'

Clarke glanced between both Bellamy and Brinley before she hesitantly pulled the tin holding the flame out of her pocket. 'Fine. But I'm coming with you.'

'No way. That is not the plan.' Bellamy immediately refused, though it was clear Clarke hadn't been asking for his permission.

'That's a stupid idea, Clarke.'

'It is now. I'm not letting that,' Clarke gestured to the flame 'Out of my sight. And I'm the only one who knows the passphrase, so you can tell them that without me, Ontari can't ascend.'

Roan thought for a moment. 'You'll need to look like my prisoner.'

'Okay.' Clarke agreed.

'Wait a second; give us a minute.' Bellamy pulled Clarke away from Roan. Brinley didn't move, remaining in her position in front of the Ice King.

Roan watched her carefully. 'You haven't said much.'

'Is there something you want me to say?' Brinley crossed her arms.

Roan shrugged. 'I didn't think you would agree to staying out of the action so easily.'

Brinley stared at him, hands tightening into fists. 'I don't answer to anyone. If I want to go, I'll go.'

Roan glanced behind her. 'You sure about that?'

Clarke and Bellamy approached Roan and Brinley from behind. Judging from the look on Clarke's face, she'd won the argument again. 'Ready to go?'

'I'm coming with you.' Brinley kept her eyes on Roan, who met her gaze evenly.

'No, you're not.' Bellamy sounded frustrated. 'You're coming with us.'

'Brin, I need you to stay and help Bellamy.' Clarke tried.

'Oh really, you do?' Brinley rolled her eyes. 'Why do you get to make decisions for me?'

'Brin-'

'We need to start moving.' Roan interrupted the argument.

'Great-' Brinley started to move forward towards Roan, but was stopped by an iron grip suddenly around her waist, and lips at her ear. 'What the fu-'

'Sweetheart, if you take one more step towards him, I'll drive you back to Raven and Monty myself.'

Brinley froze for a moment before she pushed the arms away, rounding on Bellamy. 'Do not call me that.'

The words sounded weak, even to Brinley's own ears, but after a glance at Clarke and a smug looking Roan, she huffed angrily and pulled out her sword.

'One wrong move and you're dead.' Brinley warned Roan quickly.

'Good thing we're on the same side.' Roan smirked.

Brinley clenched her teeth together, glancing at Clarke. 'I hope you know what you're doing.'

'I do.' Clarke nodded quickly.

'If we're doing this, we're doing it now.' Brinley glanced at Octavia, Miller and Bryan. 'Let's go.'

Bellamy watched Brinley storm off towards the tunnels, sword swinging by her side as the others followed after her.

'Good luck with that.' Clarke gave Bellamy a small smile.

'Worry about yourself, Griffin.' Bellamy sighed. 'We're counting on you.'

*****

Once they were on the move, it didn't take the group long to arrive at their destination. They'd barely dared to so much as whisper, fearing being caught by a not so friendly face.

Brinley trekked ahead of everyone else, Bellamy hot on her heels. Brinley held her sword in one hand, and a flashlight in the other as she scanned the darkness for hidden dangers.

'Move, move, move. Come on, let's go.' Bellamy hurried the rest of the group along.

'Alright, this way.' Brinley spoke from ahead, guiding the others with her voice.

'This is it.' Bellamy confirmed as they entered a lighter area, looking directly into the main square of polis. 'Get these grates open.'

Brinley looked out at the area, stomach rolling as she spied puddles of blood on the ground, and the people who stood there, motionless as though waiting for orders.

'Let's get ready.' Bellamy instructed.

Octavia and Brinley glanced at each other, hands tightening on their swords. There were a few clicks as Miller and Bryan ensured their guns were loaded. Bellamy had his gun already trained out the grate, body tense in anticipation.

'Are we ever gonna be done fighting?' Bryan's raspy voice broke through the silence that had settled.

'Hell yes.' Miller responded. 'We're gonna build a house on a lake, and you're gonna plant corn.'

Bryan let out a small laugh. 'And raise chickens.'

Brinley and Bellamy glanced at Octavia, whose expression had frozen in place.

Brinley gave Octavia's arm a small squeeze as she refocused her gaze outside. Octavia appreciated the gesture, but still, grief tightened its hold on her heart again as she thought of Lincoln, and the future they would never get to have.

Octavia caught Bellamy's gaze, and she gave him a short sharp nod. I'm fine.

A small sigh left Miller's lips as he spoke again. 'And grow old.'

Octavia watched as Bellamy's gaze drifted from her, to Brinley, who was blissfully unaware of the saddened look in Bellamy's eyes as he watched her.

'Guys-' Brinley started to speak as she noticed Clarke and Roan come into view.

'11 o'clock. Roan will signal when he see's Ontari.' Bellamy had noticed Roan and Clarke right as Brinley had. 'We wait until she's standing in front of them, and then we launch the gas.'

'They're gonna be holding their breath, so we gotta move fast.' Bryan explained, holding one of the gas canisters.

'Anyone who gets in our way, we use non-lethal force. These people are not the enemy - they're being controlled. The only thing we're here to kill is A.L.I.E. Is that clear?'

'Clear.'

'Clear.'

Bryan nodded.

Bellamy stared at Brinley, waiting for an answer. After a second she gave a short sharp nod. 'Clear.'

'Good.' Bellamy nodded.

'I am Roan, King of Azgeda, and I have what the commander seeks!'

As the group watched, those gathered in the square all rose together as one. It was unsettling, watching each person move as a unit, rather than as the individuals they once were.

Brinley watched with wide eyes as Jaha appeared, flanked by more of A.L.I.E's subjects. 'Something's not right.'

'Something's wrong.' Bellamy agreed, unease in his voice.

As they watched, Roan pulled Clarke up against him, pressing a knife to her throat.

'Do it. Do it now!' Bellamy ordered Miller and Bryan. Brinley's hands went to the sword she'd re-strapped to her back...

But they were too late.

'On your knees!'

'Drop your weapon!'

They'd been cornered. Before Brinley could process what was happening, she was being hit from behind. Her face being pressed against the metal grate, the cool tip of a gun held against her head.

Beside her, Octavia and Bellamy were in the same position. Brinley couldn't see Miller or Bryan, but she knew they were somewhere behind her.

'No.' The word slipped from Brinley's lips as she watched her Father appear, holding out a gun.

She knew, from the look on his face alone, that he'd been chipped.

There was a bang, as Roan fell to his knees.

Brinley could do nothing but watch as Clarke was dragged away.

*****

Brinley didn't know how long they'd been waiting there in the tunnels. It felt like an eternity. She could feel the guard at her back, could hear his gun shift every time he moved slightly.

Brinley flinched as Bryan received a sharp kick for trying to move closer to Miller.

One of the guards looked up suddenly, his eyes trained on Brinley herself.

'She wants Brinley.'

Brinley's breath hitched, because she could only mean one person. A.L.I.E

Brinley was pulled roughly to her feet, not without protest. She struggled against the hands, receiving a hard hit to the stomach with the end of a gun.

Brinley hunched over in pain. Her eyes watered as she looked around at her friends, seeing the terrified looks on their faces. Another guard was physically restraining Bellamy, whose eyes were betraying the true terror he felt.

'It's okay.' Brinley choked out. 'It's okay.'

Once Brinley was pulled to the front of their small group, she let them have it.

Fists and elbows went flying as she tried to escape the grip they had on her. But it was useless; there was no indication that she'd caused any damage on the expressions of those who held her. There were marks, and in one case a clearly broken nose, but they seemed unfazed, as though they couldn't physically feel the damage.

Miller had moved slightly, as though he wanted to help, but was quickly put back in his place by a gun being held to his forehead.

With a sinking feeling, Brinley remembered something Raven had said that night in Niylah's cabin.

There is no pain in the city of light.

Brinley let out a sharp cry as her body went rigid; there was an awful pulsing coming from her chest. Her body relaxed as the shock baton was pulled away from her, her body and mind not cooperating as she fell into unconsciousness.

*****

Brinley knew she was moving.

She could hear the blood rushing in her ears as her body swayed backwards and forwards, and her arms were hanging above her head limply.

She blinked, seeing the ground moving underneath her but unable to control the motion. She had been slung over someone's shoulder after she'd passed out, that much was clear.

Brinley tried to gauge her surroundings. They were indoors, if that old carpet gave anything away; headed towards A.L.I.E she guessed. Brinley decided to play dead, unsure how she could possibly get away from the situation at hand.

'She's waiting for you.' Someone spoke from in front of Brinley.

'She's alive. As asked.' The person carrying her spoke mechanically.

'Good.' Brinley placed the voice as Jaha's. 'We need her.'

Suddenly, Jaha's face was in front of her own. 'Hello Brinley.'

Brinley's body jerked as she tried to get out of her captors hold and away from Jaha, but her captor was already letting her go. Brinley scrambled to her feet, hand instinctively reaching for a weapon she already knew wasn't there.

'We just want to talk.' Jaha spoke to her. 'Clarke is waiting for you.' He gestured to the doors behind her.

Brinley received a shove from the grounder who'd been carrying her. 'Move.'

Brinley had no choice but to o as she was told. The doors swung open, and Brinley's eyes landed on Clarke, who was restrained, Abby standing calmly in front of her.

'Brin.' Clarke had tear tracks on her face and two bleeding gashes on her upper chest.

Abby turned robotically as she moved towards Brinley, a smile on her face. 'It's good to see you.'

A dark headed girl Brinley assumed was Ontari moved a battered chair into view.

'Please, sit.' Abby gestured to the chair, staring at Brinley.

'No thanks. I'm not taking the damn chip.'

Abby smiled again as Brinley was shoved forwards and forced into the chair. Before she could blink, her hands were being bound to the armrests.

'Let me go.' Brinley growled as her ankles were bound too.

Abby stood in front of Brinley. 'Think of all the pain you've suffered, all the loss. It does hurt, doesn't it?'

Brinley glared daggers at the woman who'd help raise her.

'Think about your Mother, about Wells, Finn, Lincoln...'

Brinley clenched her teeth.

'Think about Mount Weather, how it felt as you were dying alone.'

Brinley didn't need the reminder. Before Octavia had found her that day, Brinley was sure she'd never see any of her friends faces again and that she'd die cold and alone.

'Think about Bellamy, about how much he's hurt you. Think about how he was willing to let you and your father die to help Pike.'

Brinley squeezed her eyes shut, reminding herself that it wasn't Abby talking.

'Think about the way he trusts Clarke, and how much it hurts that he doesn't trust you.'

Brinley was glad she couldn't see Clarke's reaction to that particular piece of information.

'-And John Murphy. He abandoned you too.'

'You don't know what you're talking about.' Brinley opened her eyes, but refused to look at Abby. 'No matter how much pain I'm in, I will never take that chip, A.L.I.E.'

'A.L.I.E isn't here, it's just me.' Abby spoke.

'If it were just you, Abby, then you'd know that none of this is going to work. I'll never consent to taking that chip, not matter what you do.'

'Don't you want the pain to stop?' Abby almost seemed genuinely curious.

'Pain is part of what makes us human, it reminds us that we're still alive.' Brinley growled out. 'Without pain, without emotions, we're nothing. Right now Abby, you're no better than A.L.I.E.'

Abby seemed to contemplate Brinley's words before she smiled that same mechanical smile again as she stepped backwards. 'Everyone has a weakness, Brinley, and I do know you. You're a fierce protector, of the people you love, just like Clarke.'

Abby glanced quickly at Clarke, before she looked towards Jaha, and at the space beside him. After a moment she glanced back at Brinley, though when she spoke, her words were directed elsewhere.

'Bring me Bellamy Blake.'

Brinley glanced at Clarke, who looked wide-eyed and as panicked as Brinley felt. Brinley bit down on her lower lip - as the grounder who'd carried her in nodded and disappeared – tasting blood.

It was all she could do to stop from screaming.

*****

Bellamy could do nothing but watch as Miller was hit again and again.

He kept his face straight, despite everything inside of him screaming out to do something, to help his friend who was looking weaker by the second.

But he couldn't. Not when there was a gun trained on every single person he cared about.

And thanks to Brinley's display, their hands were now bound, too.

The image of Brinley's unconscious form being dragged away was burned into the back of his eyelids, and every time he blinked, a new wave of panic washed over him.

'Let's go.' A sudden voice interrupted the assault happening, Bellamy's eyes going to the guard at the front immediately. 'She wants Bellamy.'

Bellamy was pulled to his feet, in the same was Brinley had been. Bellamy tested the guards grip by pulling slightly, but their hold was solid.

'Where are you taking him?' Octavia jumped up, unable to simply sit by and watch a second time as someone she loved was taken away.

Bellamy cursed aloud as Octavia was hit in the stomach, a groan of pain leaving her lips.

'Leave her alone!' Bellamy growled. 'O, O.' Bellamy tried to get his sisters attention. 'It's okay, O. It's okay.'

Bellamy was pushed forward, his feet stopping as a new voice joined in the chaos.

'You know, if I were you I'd hit the deck.'

Bellamy peered into the darkness, his eyes going to the figure that's appeared as one of the guards directed his flashlight further into the tunnel.

Bellamy stared at the person in disbelief. 'Murphy?' The implications of Murphy's words hit Bellamy. 'Everyone hit the deck!'

Bellamy used the guards surprise at Murphy's appearance to his advantage, breaking free of their hold and slamming his body to the ground, and action that he was sure would leave it's mark.

There were brief flashes of light and gunfire before it fell silent.

'Fancy meeting you here.' Murphy quipped as he neared Bellamy.

'More will come. We have to hurry.' Indra made herself known, glancing around the area warily, Pike close behind her.

'You okay?' Bellamy looked at Pike as he cut Bellamy's hands free.

After a moment, Bellamy nodded. 'Thank you.'

Bellamy turned his head to look at Murphy, surprised to find himself almost glad to see him. 'What are you doing here?'

Murphy rolled his eyes. 'You're welcome.'

Murphy turned around, walking towards Miller. 'Nathan, you've looked better.' Murphy crouched down in front of Miller, seeing the way he was hunched over in pain.

'You haven't.' Miller joked back easily, gripping Murphy's outstretched hand, thankful for the help.

Bellamy moved to check on Octavia, finding Indra already helping her to her feet. As Bellamy helped Bryan up, he watched Octavia's expression change into one of fury. 'You're with Pike?'

'Only way we get out of here is together.' Indra explained.

'He killed Lincoln.' Octavia informed, Indra's face changing at the new information. 'Put him on his knees, shot him in the head.'

'O, Indra's right. We need every fighter we can get.' Bellamy tried to reason with Octavia.

'You guys miss the part where it's time to go?' Murphy's expression had flattened. His eyes searching the room...

'We're not leaving.' Bellamy shook his head.

'We just saved your lives. Why do I think I'm gonna regret that?' Murphy's tone was flat.

'Clarke is in trouble...' Bellamy started.

'Clarke's always in trouble.' Murphy shot back.

Bellamy shook his head as he moved towards Murphy. 'They took her and the flame to the tower. It's a safe bet Ontari's there too.'

Murphy seemed unimpressed as his eyes continued to wander over the area.

Bellamy quickly realised why Murphy's attitude had changed so quickly. His voice came out rough as he spoke again. 'She's not here.'

'Yeah, I gathered that.' Murphy snapped back. He'd noticed Brinley's presence was missing almost immediately, and though there was a part of him that needed to know where she was, the larger part of him didn't dare ask where she was, in fear that he'd be told she was no longer alive.

Bellamy caught the distraught look in Murphy's eyes. 'She was here.' Murphy's expression stayed the same but his hands tightened on his backpack. 'But they took her to the tower - to A.L.I.E.'

Murphy laughed without humour. 'Great. I thought you were supposed to take care of her?'

Bellamy ignored the remark. 'Everything we need to stop A.L.I.E is in the same place.'

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

'If we stop A.L.I.E, we won't have to.' Bellamy looked at Murphy again before his gaze drifted to Pike.

Murphy turned to see Pike's reaction, leaving the choice up to him.

Pike deliberated for a moment before he sighed, handing Bellamy a gun.

'Up the tower, great.' Murphy's sarcasm was lethal.

Bellamy gave murphy a small nod, watching him carefully.

'You know, after this, doing the right thing can kiss my ass.'

*****

Bellamy, though he would never admit it, had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach about working with Pike again.

He could see on Octavia's face that every time he spoke to Pike, she hated him a little more. If Brinley were with them, he imagined that she'd feel the same way.

But Indra had been right; they needed to work together in order to survive.

Bellamy was nervous about leaving Octavia behind with Pike, Indra, Bryan and Miller; but he figured that Indra could handle Octavia. These days, the only people Octavia really listened to were Indra and Brinley.

'We got this.' Octavia's rough words caught Bellamy's attention as she slid the doors to the elevator shut behind them. Her eyes were bright and wild, and it worried Bellamy.

The elevator shuddered around Bellamy and Murphy as they began their slow ascent.

'You get that we're screwed right?' Murphy broke the silence first. 'A.L.I.E already knows that we're coming.'

Bellamy watched Murphy carefully. 'This plan will work.'

Murphy nodded slightly after a second.

'Why are you here?' Bellamy was genuinely curious.

'I'm just trying to survive.' Murphy's answer was flat, and Bellamy gave him a disbelieving look. 'You're not the only one here trying to save someone you care about.'

Bellamy's mind went to Brinley immediately, as did Murphy's.

It was a strange moment of realisation, knowing that despite their differences and their history, Bellamy would always have one thing in common with Murphy; Brinley Kane had them wrapped around her finger.

*****

Brinley watched in horror as Jaha tied a noose.

Her mind immediately flash back to the time Murphy had hung Bellamy; the memory burnt into her brain. Brinley prayed that the noose wasn't for Bellamy. Abby had sent for him, but so far there had been no sign of the Blake boy, and for that Brinley was thankful.

She hoped that her friends had got away.

Clarke was eyeing the noose with worry, and Abby noticed. 'Don't be afraid, it's not for you.'

As the two girls watched, Abby walked towards the noose calmly, placing it over her head.

'No.' Clarke breathed. 'Mum, mum stop. Listen to me. I know you can hear me, just stop.'

Brinley's breaths were coming in fast and hard.

'You know how to stop this.' Abby spoke.

'Wait. A.L.I.E, if you kill her you'll never get what you want.' Clarke threatened.

'A.L.I.E's not killing me – you are.'

'Mum, don't do this, please.' Clarke pleaded.

'You don't have to do this, Abby.' Brinley joined in Clarke's pleading. 'A.L.I.E, this isn't the answer.'

'I'm begging you, don't do it, please.' Clarke's voice broke.

'What's the passphrase, Clarke?'

Clarke shook her head. 'I can't. I can't.'

'Abby-'

Brinley and Clarke watched with horrified expressions as Abby stepped forwards, her body swinging limply as she began choking.

Brinley's hands were shaking beneath their binds, tears slipping down her pale cheeks as Clarke continued to apologise, and beg for forgiveness.

'I understand.'

Brinley's eyes moved to Ontari, who was speaking to someone Brinley could not see. Abby's movement had stilled, but still gasps left her mouth.

They were running out of time.

Ontari picked up a metal poke, kneeling before Jaha.

'What are you doing? Wait, stop!' Clarke's eyes were wide, tears still slipping down her cheeks.

'Jaha, don't do this!'

'A.L.I.E, stop it! Please don't do this-!'

Brinley felt spatters of blood hit her face as Jaha bashed Ontari over the head, the girls folding in on herself.

The doors to the throne room burst open.

'Bellamy! Stop him!'

Brinley watched as Bellamy appeared, shooting Jaha in the neck to stop his escape.

Bellamy reached Brinley quickly. 'Are you okay?'

'Fine.' Brinley's voice was rough. 'Are you?'

'Yeah.' Bellamy nodded, freeing her from her binds.

'Is she alive, is she breathing?'

'It's okay, she's breathing.'

Brinley heard the familiar voice and choked on her breath for a second, unable to see past Bellamy as he untied her. 'Is that-'

Bellamy heard the gasp; a small smile making it's way to his lips as he cut her totally free. 'Why don't you see for yourself?'

Brinley stood up, feeling the blood rush back into her hands and feet, staring wide-eyed at the person crouched over an unconscious Abby.

'John...'

Murphy, hearing the use of his given name, looked up. Relief flooded his expression as he got to his feet. Everything had happened so fast that he hadn't had time to look around the room.

'Well look at you, doll face. Still causing trouble?'

Brinley let out a choked laugh, eyes filling with tears as her feet began moving in his direction, running the last few metres until she reached Murphy, who was prepared for her next movement.

Brinley launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around him and squeezing him tightly. Murphy's arms tightened around her just as much, glad that she was safe.

Bellamy watched the reunion, a smile on his face. He'd kept his word to her; she'd reunited with Murphy.

Brinley pressed her face into Murphy's neck, feeling tears drip down onto his skin.

'Are you crying?' Murphy sounded amused.

'No.' Brinley sniffed as she wiped her eyes and pulled away from him slightly, staring at him for a second. 'I didn't think... I thought you might have been...'

Murphy knew what she was trying to say. 'I'm a survivor, surviving is kinda what I do. And I was wondering the same about you.'

Brinley laughed. 'I missed you, asshole.'

'Yeah yeah, I missed you too.' Murphy pressed a small kiss to her hair before he stepped backwards, a smirk lighting his features as Brinley dragged him towards Clarke and Bellamy, who were pretending not to watch the reunion as they talked rapidly over Ontari's crumpled form.

'Is that my jacket?' Murphy smirked at Brinley as they joined the others, trying to ignore the black blood and the body on the floor.

'Maybe.' Brinley shrugged slightly, a small smirk on her features. "I'm keeping it safe.'

'I'm not getting that back, am I?'

Brinley grinned a wicked smile at Murphy. 'Nope.'

Brinley then looked at Ontari, and finally at Clarke. 'Is she-'

'No.' Clarke shook her head, her hands stained with blood from holding Ontari's head. 'Her pupils are unresponsive. She's-'

'Brain dead.' Brinley finished with a sinking feeling. 'Fuck.'

'It's over.' Clarke's voice broke.

Murphy sighed angrily from beside Brinley. 'We're trapped here.'

'No.' Brinley said after a moment as she shook her head and stood up, looking at the three of them. 'No. We've come too damn far to give up now.'

'What do you think we should do?' Clarke sounded like she'd already given up.

'We find the others, and we secure the floor. More people means more ideas.' Brinley squared her shoulders. 'I don't know about you, but I'm not dying today.'

'Okay.' Bellamy was nodding before she'd even finished speaking. 'Murphy and I will go and find Pike-'

It had been the wrong thing to say, and Bellamy realised his mistake immediately.

'Pike?' Brinley felt dizzy. 'Why - how the hell is he still alive?'

'Brinley-'

'No, Bellamy. What the hell! He should be dead! He killed Lincoln! He tried to kill my Dad and Sinclair,' Brinley's eyes were angry and her voice shrill. 'He sentenced me to death-!'

'What?' Murphy interrupted. 'Pike did what?'

'We don't have time for this.' Bellamy shook his head. 'You said it yourself, more people means more ideas and more chance of surviving.'

Brinley was pale.

Bellamy sighed. 'I'm not asking you to forgive him; you don't even have to look at him. But if it comes to a fight, one more gun could get us out alive.'

Brinley swallowed. 'Just... just go, go find the rest of them.' Brinley instructed.

Bellamy nodded moving towards the door. 'Let's go Murphy.'

Murphy nodded, giving Brinley's arm a small squeeze as he passed her.

Once they were outside the throne room, Murphy spoke what was on his mind. 'What's the deal with you and Brinley? When I left things were fine.'

Bellamy's jaw tightened but he said nothing.

'Did she break up with you or something?'

'Or something.' Bellamy snapped before he sighed. 'Just do as she says.'

'Touchy.' Murphy smirked, making a mental note to find out the whole story from either Brinley or someone close to her.

'Shut up, Murphy.'