Chapter 47

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Liam

"Pacing still isn't working," Liam said, no longer hand-in-hand with Callie.

Folding his arms over his chest, his anxiety peaks just watching Bellamy's continuous pace. Callie's hands clamp casually on her hips, a sigh escaping pass her pale lips.

"Bellamy . . ." Dawson tried for the hundredth time. "Look, man, Liam's righ—"

"It helps me think," Bellamy finally said, ceasing his pace for a moment, his expression and the way he carries himself still tense. His reply had been soft, more airy than anything.

"I get that, but we need to do something instead of watching that door." Liam said, tightening his arms over his chest.

"It's not gonna magically open. Jasper's inside. We need to get him out," Dawson backed him up assertively.

Bellamy snaps his head to the two; mainly Dawson. "You don't think I know that? I'm trying—"

"Hey!" Octavia's voice breaks the air. She sprints to her brother's side, "I just heard Murphy has Jasper," she rushed, completely out of breath.

Bellamy takes a moment to respond, giving the same sadden and conflicted look to both Liam and Octavia, but neither noticed the quick change from that to 'Leader Bellamy'. However, Dawson did. As did Callie.

Their foreheads crease, glancing at one another. "Is Jasper the only one in there?" Dawson asked, slowly uncrossing his arms as he passes Liam, taking careful steps towards the Blake siblings. More specifically Bellamy.

"Yes," he answered too quickly, but his voice wavered ever so slightly that Dawson could barely pick up.

"Hey . . ." Callie called uneasily and looks around in realization. Her eyes then meet Octavia's before they flicker to Bellamy, "Where's Addison?"

Addison

She had moved from sitting atop a container to the metal floor that keeps her cool in the humid dropship. Addison sprawls her legs out in front of her, stretching and bending them every which way to relive her cramping muscles.

With her hands tied behind her back, she couldn't completely lay back on the wall, but she could lay back just enough to keep cool. Her right wrist aches more than anything. She curses at herself for being stupid enough to have broken it twice. The stickiness from her sweat that's built up under her jacket trickles down her arms, leaving an annoying tickle sensation behind that she can't relieve.

Each little move she makes to re-situate against the wall irritates each of her wrists that've been rubbed raw from her many attempts to wiggle them free, or to somewhat attempt to relive her right one.

Murphy had watched silently from across the dropship each time she tried, enjoying the satisfaction it brought him to see her struggle in the binds he put her in.

Addison's head rocks back against the dropship again, and her eye-lids close. They're soon snapped open in alarm by multiple loud pounds on the dropship door.

"Murphy! Murphy, if you even touch Jasper, I swear to God, you're dead!"

Addison knew that angry voice from anywhere—Octavia. At her threat, Murphy's lips tug into a smirk, "Looks like your girlfriend only cares about Goggles, here."

The calmness she worked so hard on maintaining the last few hours since she's been hostage disappeared. She growls, pulling against her restraints.

Addison can feel the skin on her wrists finally break and leak beads of blood, soaking the ropes and staining the back of her jacket. She simply ignores it, the burning she'll feel later currently not present. She doesn't want to give Murphy the satisfaction of him knowing he's gotten under her skin, but she knows she's already done it, and he knows it, too.

To say only hearing Octavia yell Jasper's name and swear to kill for him didn't hurt would be a lie. Addison felt crushed. After everything they've been through already and the intimacy she unquestionably gave to Octavia, it struck her in the heart—hard.

Unless . . . Octavia didn't know.

Addison's brows barely have time to furrow at the thought before a voice comes through the radio.

"Murphy, I know you can hear me." Bellamy's voice through the radio was a relief Addison didn't know was possible when it came to him. "All our ammo and food is in the middle level. You know that. You're leaving us vulnerable to an attack. I can't let that happen."

Annoyingly, Murphy picks up the radio that Addison —more so than Jasper— eyes. He speaks into it with just as much annoyance as his expression holds at Bellamy's persistence, "Yeah, well, in case you haven't noticed, you're not exactly in control right now."

"Come on, Murphy . . . you don't wanna hurt them. You want to hurt me."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Hearing Octavia's worrisome voice through the radio has a faint smile appearing on Addison's lips that soon disappears when she and Jasper lock eyes.

"So what do you say? How about you trade them for me? All you have to do is let them go, and I'll take their place."

Addison averts her eyes to Murphy, conflict-ion etching his features. He then raises the radio to his lips, looking between her and Jasper, "How?" there was a second of silence that his finger just sits on the button, to make sure Bellamy's voice wouldn't come through. "You see, I have two. I'm keeping one."

Bellamy's side clicks on once Murphy removed his finger off the button, "Bell, what the—"

"That's not the deal." His voice cuts Octavia, "I'm worth both of them."

Addison swallows the ever growing dryness in her throat, nervous butterflies fluttering in her stomach that makes her sick. "Sorry, Bellamy, but either you come and take Jasper's place . . ." he quickly leans his rifle next to him and picks up Addison's own pistol —the action having already been pulled back by Murphy for good measure hours ago— and aims it right between her doe eyes, ". . . or I'll kill her."

Addison's heart pulsed heavily, not exactly too surprised that the gun's aimed at her. She's just glad it wasn't Jasper in her place, but she'd rather not have to possibly be killed by her own gun. That's a fate she found silly.

While Addison glared directly up at Murphy, Jasper's eyes were as wide as saucers, flickering them back-n-forth between the duo.

"Fine."

Murphy presses the button on the radio, keeping eye-contact with Addison and his gun hand steady, "Great. Now, how do you want to do this?"

"Simple. You open the door, I walk in, he walks out."

Addison wanted more than anything for Bellamy to not hand himself over, but it was too late. Murphy strides over to the lever and pulls it down. A flashback to Octavia pulling the same lever when she, Addison and the rest of the delinquents crash landed three weeks blinds her memories.

For a moment, she's standing next to Clarke, eagerly waiting for the mysterious girl to reveal 'the dream' . Addison opens her eyes, and the memory is gone.

Murphy's yanking Jasper to his feet and drags him to the door, her pistol no longer in his hands and replaced with his rifle. The door lands with a loud thud on the ground, Murphy peering ever so slightly out of the entrance.

"Just you, Bellamy. Unarmed! Ten seconds, or I'll put one in Jasper's leg!"

Addison is immediately on her feet, ignoring the screaming in her muscles and wrist and the burning on both. "Hey, no—"

He snaps his head to her, "Shut up and get on the ground!" he yelled, the look in his eyes genuinely scaring Addison for the first time. The rifle is snapped to her, "Stay quiet or I'll put one in you, too."

Instantly, she complied. Going from knees to butt, she was back against the dropship.

"Good . . ." Murphy's voice wavered, but he definitely wasn't frightened. He was angry. ". . . now!" Murphy keeps the rifle trained in her direction, no longer aiming for a kill shot as he looks back out of the entrance. "One . . . Two . . . Three . . ." he smirks at Addison, continuing to count, "Four . . . Five—"

A loud, sharp pop hits the space directly to the left of Addison's head. She screamed and shied away, cramming her chin into her chest like a turtle to duck away.

"Alright, I'm here!"

Bellamy's strong voice travelled through the tarp covering. His footsteps are then heard and Addison slowly raises her head when he enters, ignoring the ringing in her ear.

The two lock eyes. Addison shakes her head, the adrenaline that pulses through her veins blocking any ounce of pain.

She snaps her head to Murphy when he pushed Jasper out to the ground.

Just as Murphy pulled down on the lever, he motioned for Addison to come to him. She glances at Bellamy, who encouragingly nods and exchanges silent words with her. Awkwardly, she gets to her feet and warily comes up to Murphy. The sunlight starts fading as the door creaks, getting closer to sealing them inside.

With each inch the door closes, Addison's heart pumps. Before the last few inches of sunlight disappear, Murphy roughly grabbed and pushed her out of the small opening.

She lands just as rough in the shrubs and dirt with a gasp, the wind knocking the air out of her.

"Addison!"

She groans, "Oh . . . ah . . ." Addison looks up, "Ow . . . fucking hell," she's helped off her side. "Hey, babe."

Octavia releases a breath of relief and leans their foreheads together, "Thank God you're okay," she removes their foreheads, "I heard you scream an-and the gunshot—"

"He was just trying to scare you guys," she tears her eyes away from Octavia's and looks between her, Liam, Dawson, Callie and Jasper. "You okay?" she asked Jasper, ignoring the girl she saw just before she was taken hostage by Murphy.

"Yeah, thanks to you."

"Bellamy said you were helping in the tunnels," Liam helps Octavia bring Addison to her feet and cuts her wrists lose, "why would he lie?"

"To keep you guys from doing something stupid, probably," she eyed the dropship's closed door, hissing lowly while she rotates her raw wrists and shoulders to finally relive the ache. She's just glad no one was fretting over the dry blood on her wrists and part of her hands.

"You really need to stop running out of lives," Dawson joked, then quickly retracted his hand that almost touched Addison's shoulder when he caught the green daggers of Octavia's eyes.

Callie stood awkwardly by Liam, watching the different interactions; Dawson and Liam, relived that their close friend is no longer on the wrong side of the door, and Octavia, overjoyed in relief that Addison hadn't been shot by John Murphy. Jasper had a grateful look in his eyes every time they landed on Addison.

"Addison?" she looks diagonally to her left, "you were in there?" Raven asked, brown eyes wide; there was a hint of anger Addison could detect, but it wasn't just anger. It was something different.

Nonetheless, Addison ignores it and nods. "Bellamy's in there now. What ever the plan is, we need to do it now."

"Jasper, you're with me," Raven said, not once missing a beat. Shifting her eyes from Jasper, she now looks between Liam, Callie and Dawson. "You three wait out here. I'll send Jasper when I'm ready, and when I get that door open—" she flickers her eyes to Octavia and back to the trio on Addison's right, "—Murphy's not gonna be happy, so be careful. Got it?" Each of them nod.

"This better work," Octavia said.

"It will," Raven looks at Addison, "Addison, you should—"

"Stay here? Yeah, right," her stubbornness didn't surprise Raven, but her lips parted to protest. "Let's just get this done and argue about it later," Addison averts her eyes to the door again, "Murphy's patience isn't exactly intact, which is partly my fault . . ." she mumbled the last bit.

Sighing, Raven agrees. "Fine, now let's go."

She spins on her heels, Jasper close behind her. Addison moves to do the same, but a hand on her elbow stops her.

She looks over her shoulder and meets the pair of eyes she couldn't possibly live without seeing now. "Careful, yeah?" Octavia asked.

Addison closes the gap between them and presses her lips to hers. Pulling away first, she mumbles against Octavia's lips, "Yeah."

"Good. I'lll see you when it's done."

Addison swallows the nervousness in her throat and nods, then jogs after Jasper and Raven.

Raven was grunting, quietly messing with a lose, rectangular panel when Addison rounds the dropship. Jasper anxiously stood by her side, but not close enough to get in her way and screw up the plan.

Raven pries it open and crawls in the dark abyss under the dropship. Jasper holds it open and nods for Addison to follow, and she does.

"You don't have a flashlight or anything?" Addison whispered as quietly as possible, not liking how she can't even see her own hand in front of her face when Jasper crawled in and closed the panel.

Raven clicks a small square one on in response and shines it in Addison's face. Addison doesn't doubt there's a sarcastic expression on her face.

She immediately stops and looks down with closed eyes, seeing bright white spots behind her eye-lids. "Seriously," she snapped under her breath and smacks the back of her hand on Raven's boot that brushes against it.

Bellamy and Murphy's voices travel under the floor and muffle. Raven moves the flashlight away from Addison and starts shining it around.

"Very cool," Raven's astonished comment has Addison snorting with a small roll of her eyes, not surprised at all. All Addison could see was random wires of all sizes and small empty spaces that lead to something for the dropship to function, and the occasional circular dim red buttons.

"Of course you find this cool . . ."

"Stop thinking like a mechanic and find me something to shoot through," Jasper was uneasy, that much was clear to Addison. She quirks her head to the side, not realizing he had a gun, but shakes it off. That's the least of her worries.

Addison comes up on Raven's right side when she stops and opens a covering of some kind, "Well, this mechanic's gonna hot-wire the door."

"A simple hot-wire? I should've guessed that . . ." Addison muttered, curiously feeling around as she follows Raven's light.

"There's the hatch,"

Raven immediately downplayed Jasper's excited tone, "Locks from above. Forget it."

"I give you an order, you follow it, right?"

Addison looks up at the floor of the first level when she hears Bellamy's voice. "He's up there because of us," Jasper said, too loud for both Raven and Addison's liking.

"Shh!"

Addison snaps her head to him, "Jasper, now's not the time for feeling guilty."

"Help me find the door circuit," Raven whispered to Jasper, then locks eyes with Addison.

She nods, reading Raven's silent request and looks back up at the floor. She listens, hearing Bellamy try to be diplomatic with Murphy that's no use for him, but luckily for Raven, it buys her some time.

"We lost Clarke," Jasper said louder, "we can't lose Bellamy, too."

Addison crawls up beside Jasper and snaps sharply through gritted teeth, "Jasper, please, shut it."

"They are, like, right above your head," Raven whispered when she crawled closer to him, too."

Jasper then sighs, "Good." He then looks up, "I'll have to shoot through the floor."

"You shoot through this floor and you risk killing the wrong guy," Addison said.

Jasper shakes his head, "I won't shoot Bellamy. I just need to figure out where Murphy is."

"Bad idea," Raven said, her eyes staying glued to something above their heads. She shines the light and Addison's face deflates.

HYDRAZINE. HIGHLY FLAMMABLE.

Raven reaches up and lightly shakes it, causing the hydrazine to slosh around. "Holy crap. There's tons of it," Addison can see the wheels turning in Raven's head.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

"The engines fired late on the way down," Jasper said, seeming to piece together what Raven was thinking. He meets Addison's confused and unaware face, "We can make more bombs."

Addison eyes widen. She completely forgot about the Grounders that want to kill them that lurk outside camp's walls.

"Yeah . . . put that on our to-do list," Raven answered, flickering her eyes away from Addison's and to Jasper's, "but from now on, no shooting, you got me?"

Addison flinches, along with Raven and Jasper when Murphy fires a shot from above them.

"We need to get that door opened." Addison meets Raven's eyes, "Now."

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