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Cass lays across a big leather chair while Bellamy and Frenchie talk quietly on the couch. Bellamy's legs were spread, elbows resting on his knees comfortably, and Frenchie's sunk down in the couch.

Cass keeps asking herself the same question over and over again- what was she still doing here? Butcher, though she never saw him as the one in charge, was running off every five seconds to play tiddlywinks, Frenchie and Bellamy were waiting to suck each other off before Frenchie found himself a new toy... which was more of a ticking time bomb just waiting to go off, and M.M. seemed to be the only sane, calm motherfucker here.

Why was she still here?

"Explain to me again what happened?" Bellamy requests about The Female.

"I thought she was dead." Frenchie whispers. "And she just..." He motions his curled hands up. "Poof, came back to life." Bellamy nods, taking it in. "I think she is the key."

If he was right... it'd be a game changer. But Bellamy is not the one he has to convince.

"I think we need to know more about her."

The Female approaches the couch, glancing at the tv she plops herself down. Frenchie looks at her curiously before glancing at Bellamy then back to her before his eyes land on the tv.

Bellamy knows Cass, Mother's Milk, and Butcher will not be on their side about her until they know more about her. Bellamy's instinct relied on Frenchie, and if Frenchie's gut is telling him she's worth something then he believed it. She's still here, isn't she? But, he knows the other three rely a bit more heavily on needing to see more.

"Mon coeur." Frenchie sits up, speaking to her. "Would you like me to change it?" He asks, holding up the remote.

"Yes." Cassius raises her head up slightly from her position, clearly eavesdropping. Why the hell were they watching Shark Week in the first place?

Bellamy shakes his head, knowing the blonde can't stand to be out of a conversation, or not in control about a situation. Even if that meant the tv channel. And he knew she'd hate Shark Week... he hated the fact that he knew that more.

M.M. glances up from his papers asThe Female stares at Frenchie for a prolonged moment before shaking her head no. Bellamy lifts in brows in surprise.

"Incroyable." Frenchie bewilders. "You talked to me." M.M. has an impressed expression on his face as he looks back down at the same time Cass's head shoots back up. "She talked to me." Frenchie looks at Bellamy before snapping his head to M.M. and Cassius.

Did she... Cass thinks to herself, raising a brow.

"That's talking?" M.M. voices earning a snort from Cass.

"Well, she communicated anyway." Frenchie argues.

"It's a start." Bellamy voices. A couple days ago they didn't know if she could even understand them. She can communicate.

"It is. She likes Shark Week, huh?" Frenchie beams.

"I'll call BuzzFeed." M.M. deadpans. Cass chuckles, eating up M.M.'s unimpressed manner. The girl was probably mute, not stupid.

"I wonder if the lived by the water." Frenchie comments in amazement turning to Bellamy who nods. This was good, and exactly what they needed. She could actually be helpful... when she wasn't trying to kill Frenchie. Sure, Bellamy wasn't thrilled she was a Supe, but she wasn't a Supe for Vought.

"Lighten up and take that stick out of your arse." Bellamy lifts his chin up to M.M.

"That stick gives him superpowers." Cass glances over at M.M. with a fixed grin.

"Oh yeah, like what?" M.M. looks at her unamused.

"The power to not piss me off and stay level headed." Cassius humps, letting her head fall back. "You should keep it up there." She clicks her tongue.

Frenchie rises from the couch. "You know, you can't fool me." He tells M.M. turning the chair beside his desk backwards before sitting down. "Who is she? What does she want? Why is she here?"

"All very valid questions." Cassius rises all the up, straightening herself. "Questions I've been asking about you."

"She could be the key to it all." Frenchie says. "That's what you think, huh?" He nods to M.M. before turning to Cassius. "You're afraid we may actually be right, no?" He refers to Bellamy and himself.

Her face hardens. "Neither of you have been right a day in your lives." She tilts her head. "I can't imagine you'd start now." She can feel Bellamy's eyes on her. He knows Frenchie knew better.

"No, that's not what I think." M.M. answers simply.

"Yes, you do." Frenchie insists, letting Cassius's words slide off of him. He did know better, but he couldn't help himself. Either way, he wasn't going to let her get him down. "It torments you." He points to M.M. "It's okay. Listen, I got one word for you. It's a surefire way to solve this puzzle. Once and for all."

Bellamy leans back. Here we go.

"Tell me." M.M. throws his hands up before folding them together.

"Mesmer." Frenchie smiles widely.

"Mesmer?" M.M. repeats.

"Are you fucking serious?" Cass blinks, her eye twitching as her head cocks to the side.

"You want help from a Supe?"

"He despise Vought, hates them, hates the other Supes." Frenchie explains. "And the enemy of your enemy..."

"Is your fucking enemy!" Cass stresses, and Bellamy has to choke back a snort of amusment.

"Frenchie," M.M. starts glancing over Frenchie's head to Bellamy who just shakes his head. "What part of 'you're burned' do you not understand?"

Frenchie scoffs. "Oh, come on. It's a quick trip. She and I will hide in the van. Let's go. In, out, boom, bing." He snaps.

"Boom, bing?" M.M. stares at him.

"She?" Cass looks around the room for any sign that this is being recorded and she's being pranked. "Oh, sure, cause she needs to come to." She lets out a maniacal laugh. "Matter of fact, that's great, this is a great idea." Kill two birds with one stone? Sounds wonderful to her actually.

M.M. sighs as he glances over at Cass out of the corner of his eye. "Look, I'll tell you what I can do. I can... possibly tattoo 'fuck no' on your ass." He tells Frenchie.

"Ah." Cass chuckles. "See this, this is way you need that stick up there." M.M. shakes his head at her. Best to ignore her.

Frenchie shoots up out of the chair. "Ah, come on."

"Best I can do." M.M. shrugs.

"Bellamy, a little help?" Frenchie turns to him.

Bellamy sighs. Frenchie is burned.

"You know..." Frenchie looks at M.M. spitefully, liking thinking too hard will cause his brain to explode. "I've seen you eat ice cream."

"Oh, my God." M.M. rolls his eyes.

"You seem to have it." Bellamy rests his hands back behind his forehead, ready to watch this unfold.

"Chunk Monkey, I believe." Frenchie proceeds.

"That's the worst flavor." Cass curls her nose up.

"Could you not rile him further." M.M. sighs.

"I'm just saying..." She shrugs, wondering what the hell point Frenchie's trying to make.

"Where is this going?" M.M. cuts the bull, annoyed.

"Well, you know, you take a spoonful- a chunk of fudge, perhaps. But then I see you with the surface is uneven. So what do you do? You take another scoop, you try to even it out, which, tragically, creates a corresponding divot. Ultimately, there is only but one choice for you, no?" He leans forward against the back of his chair. "To consume the entire pint." M.M. slams his hand down on the desk. Cass swings her feet, finding this far too entertaining. Bellamy listens, knowing Frenchie is right, and is about to drive it home. "No, you don't to, you don't want to. But you must. And I tell you why, my friend, because you cannot bear things out of order." He slowly turns to look behind him. "And she..." He points to The Female crisscross-applesauce on the couch watching the tv. He swivels his head back. "She's out of order."

M.M. slams his pen on the desk, pushing back in his chair to look at Bellamy. "Your call."

"M.M." Cass hisses. Bellamy can't help but peak over at her fuming expression as her icy glare falls in his direction. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Bellamy hated Vought, Mesmer hated Vought. He would like some answers to the girl sitting merely few feet beside him on the same couch. But he also knows the risk. And when tough decisions fall upon him... he always makes the wrong choice. That's why Cass always made the final decision, had the final say. As much as Bellamy wants to be a leader, Cass just is. She stands with a strong head on her shoulders and is quick to decide, unwavering in the process. Bellamy always has to have an inner-battle with himself, which always overwhelms him in the process.

That's why they balanced each other out so well. That's why all his decisions and ways of leadership bothered Cass so much. He either acted out of impulse or was too clouded and weighed down to decide.

But he didn't have her anymore. By his side. Or on it. So he had to step up for himself.

But what was a King without a Queen? What was a man without a strong woman standing beside him to guide him?

A fool. A monarch. But she was the monarch. He seemed to only ever get his hands bloody.

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Hey y'all... welcome back! I was going to update on Thursday for the 8 month anniversary for this book... but I'm gonna be honest I was just too tired. And I was tired tonight & was gonna skip writing & go to bed but I got a moment of revival & finished this chap lmao (but now ofc I'm tired again & stayed up to late... f)

But anywaysss... I feel like I ATEEE with this chapterrr!!! WHEW!! I feel like I did Cassius SO good this chapter, gave Bellamy some good & proper time, like I was ONNNN & I'm so proud of this chapter!! And ugh, I love showing their dynamic/differencesss to situations SO muchhh!! I feel it is so important!!

So happy late 8 months to Moronic Morosis lmao, & as always pls don't be afraid to comment your thoughts, questions, & reactionsss!! And until next timeee, mwah!!

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