I didn't sleep at all that night. I waited outside the Council room as the whole Blake family sat in prison cells. Chancellor Jaha called for an emergency meeting as they discussed how the handle the situation. They were in there for a long time. I could imagine my dad arguing for their lives, but there was no way around the law. On the Ark every broken law meant death. There were no exceptions. 

I tapped my foot against the metal floor anxiously. I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. I should have thought of something else. I should have just attacked Shumway or something so Octavia and Bellamy could have made a break for it. At least then I would be the one in a prison cell, not them.

The sound of the door to the Council room opening caused me to stand up. I watched as the Councilmen exited one by one until my dad walked out of the room. I stepped in front of him and prepared myself for bad news.

He was silent for a moment before speaking up, "They're letting Bellamy live," I let out a loud sound of relief as it felt like someone had just lifted a huge weight off of my shoulders. "But, he'll be forced to give up his position as a Cadet. He'll be lucky to even be a janitor."

"At least he'll be alive," I replied. "What about Octavia and Aurora?"

My dad gave me a sad look, "Octavia will be taken to the SkyBox, and Aurora will be floated for the crime of having a second child." The reality crushed me. Bellamy was going to lose his entire family. "I tried to save them, Harles, but there's no way around the law. I'm so sorry."

I nodded, "I need to see Bellamy."

"He should be getting released right now."

Twenty minutes later I was standing outside Bellamy's cell as a guard let him out. He looked completely defeated. His shoulders were slumped, his eyes were tear-stained. I glanced down at his knuckles and saw dried blood on them. He must have punched the wall in anger.

I didn't say anything. I just opened my arms and he welcomed my embrace. Bellamy held tight to me as tears fell from his brown eyes. I felt a pang of sorrow in my chest as I tried to soothe him, but I knew there was nothing I could say or do to ease the immense pain he was feeling inside.

Losing a mother was horrible. When my mom died, it almost killed me. I was depressed for months until I finally started getting back to normal. I had never felt such intense emotional pain and imagining Bellamy having to go through that made me feel so terrible.

"It's all my fault," Bellamy said through his tears. "I promised to keep her safe."

I rubbed comforting circles on his back, "It'll be alright," I replied. I could feel his pain. "Octavia will be alright."

"They're going to kill my mom," He didn't seem to be listening to me. "She'll be dead because of me."

I tried everything to comfort him. I brought him back to my place and laid with him in my bed. He clutched onto me, and all I wanted to do was ease his pain. I hated seeing him so depressed. I hated seeing him blame himself for everything.

It reminded me of what it was like those first few days without my mother. I was crying on and off until I physically couldn't cry anymore. My chest felt empty. I didn't feel like eating or talking or doing anything but lying in bed and missing my mom. I felt so alone and so defeated.

I didn't want Bellamy to feel alone. I wanted it to be easier for him. So, I just laid with him as he cried and was understanding of his pain. I wrapped my arms around him and let him know that he wasn't alone.

"I'll always be here for you," I said as we laid in the dark. "You're not alone in this, Bellamy. I'm not going anywhere. I promise." He nodded as I placed a kiss to his forehead.

It was strange to see Bellamy so vulnerable. He was falling apart into pieces in my arms as I tried to soothe his pain.

It was a long night of being awoken by Bellamy having a nightmare and calling out for his mother or Octavia. However, I was always there to tell him it was just a dream and calm him down.

For the entire week, Bellamy spent the night in my bed. I explained the situation to my dad and told him I was all Bellamy had at the moment. My dad understood and said that Bellamy could stay as long as he needed to, but once the worst part was over he would have to sleep on the couch.

Even the nights Bellamy fell asleep on the couch, he always ended up cuddled with me in my bed, and eventually, my dad just stopped worrying about.

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Guard duty without Bellamy wasn't much fun. He and Dallas would always pull shenanigans together that made me laugh, but now Walker had taken his place and work was duller than ever. Plus Bellamy and I would sneak away every now and then to make out, so I missed that too.

He got a job as a janitor and had just started sleeping in his own living quarters again. Things were slowly beginning to get better, but he still seemed slightly depressed. He didn't talk about his mom or Octavia much anymore. Mainly because of how painful talking about them was for him.

He came over for dinner all the time. He and my dad would watch basketball together and argue about which team was the best. Not that it even mattered since none of those teams existed anymore.

Everything seemed to be getting to a steady sort of normal; the new normal. In a few days, I would be an actual guard. I would go from Cadet to Guardsmen, and I would get to sleep later in the morning.

In other news, the riots from Factory Station workers had only grown more intense since Aurora Blake's execution, Diana Sydney was still out and about, and I knew she was plotting something against me.

Currently, though, I was sitting across from Wells as he filled me in on what was going on with the Council. Apparently, the Ark was dying. we had maybe a year left of oxygen and there was no stopping it. Jake Griffin was the one who found the problem and tried to go public. That was why he got floated and Clarke knew about it so they put her in solitary.

"You can't tell anyone," Wells said. "If someone on the Council finds out that you know, they'll put you in solitary just like Clarke."

I nodded, "I do think the people have a right to know, but until we can find a solution or a way to not get arrested then I agree with keeping it quiet."

"Good," Wells noticed the bags underneath my eyes. "How's Bellamy doing?"

"Better," I answered. "He's finally starting to act like himself again. You know, flirty comments and rude jokes."

Wells stood up from the couch, "Well, I'm glad. I know how hard these past few weeks have been on him. It's nice that he has you to help him through it."

It was so strange how fast Wells and I had gone back to being good friends. It was like we had never even dated. I was so happy that he didn't have resentment towards me, and that he tried to like Bellamy too. Even though I could tell he kind of didn't...yet. I was determined that one day Bellamy and Wells would be friends.

Wells left a few minutes later, and as soon as I laid down on the couch to try and get a nice nap, my dad came rushing into the living room.

"Harley, get up," I internally groaned. "Jaha wants to see you."

I externally groaned, "Ugh, I hate that man bitch so much."

"Harley."

"Sorry, I'm just so tired and not prepared to deal with his shit."

"Well, clean up your language before you see him," My dad said. He threw my jacket at me as I sat up. "Please try not to insult anyone this time."

I pulled on my jacket as I reluctantly followed my dad to the Council room. If this was another meeting about me breaking up with Bellamy I was going to punch somebody in the face. I already stabbed someone with a fork, and I was not afraid to do it again.

My and I walked into the Council room. My unconcerned attitude took a one-eighty turn when I saw Diana Sydney standing beside Chancellor Jaha. They were the only two people in the room. The other Council members were nowhere to be seen.

I gave my dad a worried glance. He looked as confused as I did. I knew Diana Sydney was planning revenge, and by the faint smirk on her lips, I knew it was something extremely horrible.

I noticed the four little marks on her left hand that would eventually become scars. She would always remember me as the girl who stabbed her in the hand with a fork.

"I hope you have a good reason for this meeting," I said boldly. "You're interrupting my Tuesday afternoon nap."

Jaha was not amused, "A man named Ryan Walker just confessed to being behind the riots." Walker? Why did all my friends keep getting arrested? "His arrest has only sparked more rebellion from the workers."

"And why are you telling me this?"

Diana Sydney stepped forward, "I've tried to reason with the workers," She was so full of it. "They won't listen to anything I say. They see your courage and refusal to back down to the Chancellor as a driving force for their resistance of the system."

"Well maybe you should try harder," I replied as I glared at her and then turned to Jaha, "This isn't my problem. I'm a teenager for God's sake! I don't give a damn about all these shitty political issues. Is the word Chancellor or Councilmen written on my forehead or something? Last time I checked, keeping control of the Stations was your fucking job!"

I could see my dad mentally slapping himself on the forehead. I was so done with all of this drama. I just wanted to sleep and be with my boyfriend. Was that too much to ask? I wasn't going to deal with Jaha's problems anymore.

The Chancellor took a step closer to me, "Harley, that's what I'm trying to do, and the only option right now to keep order on the Ark is to calm down the tension between Alpha and Factory Station."

"I think we established that a long time ago, but you refused to do anything about it."

Diana stepped in, "What the Chancellor is trying to say is that we need to show Factory Station that you aren't one of them. Once their inspiration is gone, the fire might die out a little."

I raised my eyebrows, "What the hell are you suggesting?"

"A marriage," She replied with a smug look on her face, "between you and Wells Jaha."

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So...yeah. Thoughts? I've been planning this plot twist since the very beginning, and I hope you guys don't hate me too much.