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Bellamy's chest rose and fell with heavy panting as Lincoln loomed over him with a tightly clenched fist residing next to his face. He could've tried to gain the drop on him, but Bellamy didn't really want to spend all day in the training room getting his ass kicked by his sister's boyfriend. That, and there was the small issue that he felt like his back had split in half from the flip Lincoln tested on him.

The ex-Grounder turned to all of the trainees observing his and Bellamy's fight. He walked closer to them and breathed carefully. "He had me, but he was too aggressive."

"Whatever you say." Bellamy threw a look and a scoff over his shoulder as he put on his shirt so that he could leave. Lincoln turned around at him as the crowd chuckled.

"Quitting so soon?"

"Mapping run. Sector 7. Harper! Let's get this over with." Right as he slipped his shirt over his shoulder, Harper turned to her side and grabbed the jacket she was instructed to give to Lincoln. She tossed it to him, and the Grounder caught the jacket effortlessly in his hand. He looked down at it with both confusion and reservations, but Bellamy walked over to him. "The Council wants you to have that."

"I'm Trikru."

"A uniform doesn't change that." Bellamy shook his head. "This is our home now, Lincoln. We fought for it." He turned his head to the crowd of teenagers behind him. "Too many of our friends died for it. On the Ark, the uniform meant something different. Down here, it means what we make it mean. Together." Discreetly, he leaned forward to Lincoln and whispered, "My sister will understand that eventually."

Bellamy turned and walked away, but as he did, Lincoln ordered their watchers to simulate the fighting themselves so they could learn. As they moved into their positions, Lincoln came up behind Bellamy just as the dark-haired leader grabbed his own Ark uniform so that he could head out.

"Hey," Lincoln caught his attention as Bellamy turned to go. "Sector 7? That puts you right at the Ice Nation border."

"I know."

"Just because Azgeda is part of the Commander's coalition doesn't mean they respect the ceasefire. I should be on that scout."

Bellamy nodded. "I wish. We all do. But until the Commander agrees to lift the kill order on you, you're more trouble than you're worth."

With that being said, Bellamy walked out of the training room only to walk into another room where he knew Marcus Kane would be, mapping the area as they had been doing for the past three months. When he walked in, after his knock, he watched Marcus put a finger to his lips cautiously. Bellamy could see that Dr. Griffin was lying on the couch in the other part of the room, sleeping away. He didn't think much of it, but it was very apparent that Kane and Griffin had been nearly inseparable since their return from Mount Weather.

"This is the first sleep the Chancellor's had in two days," Marcus explained.

"I'll be quick, then. We're going into Sector 7. I think we should arm the entire unit."

Kane hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Permission granted. But the rules of engagement still apply. Non-lethal response."

"Copy that."

"Bellamy," Marcus called him back, causing Bellamy to turn around to face Kane once again. The older man walked forward precariously. "There hasn't been an attack since Mount Weather. That's three months. Our people believe that this is real peace. Try not to screw that up."

Bellamy smiled. "Yes, Sir."

"And one more thing." Kane and Bellamy stood in the front of the room across each other, a silent understanding between them both. Bellamy shifted uncomfortably as he realized the nature of the conversation shifted on a dime. "Has my daughter made any contact with you?"

There it was. The question he always dreaded whenever he talked to Kane about anything. Nearly every time they talked he always had to fit Dakota into the conversation somewhere, as if reminding him that his daughter was still out there and about how much Bellamy beat himself up because of her disappearance.

"No, I haven't." Bellamy sighed. Kane scowled at him with that disappointed father-type look across his face.

Kane sighed as his head hung low. "I was hoping she would've."

"She doesn't want to be found." He put his hands on his hips. "We broke up three months ago. No disrespect, Sir, but I've moved on. She's moved on. Maybe you should, too."

He didn't wait for Marcus to respond to him, but merely walked out of the room without looking back. Once he was gone, Bellamy let out a long-winded sigh. He hated to talk about her and perhaps because part of him still missed her dearly. He had forgotten the way her laugh sounded, it was contagious and it would make you laugh along with her. Her scent, a strange mix of pine needles and strawberries always lingered on her skin. Her smile and her attitude.. he missed her telling him off.

But it has been three months without her, and he eventually told himself that she wasn't coming back. She had left before Clarke that day. Simply vanished while they were all making the eight hour walk back from Mount Weather. He wished that he had kept an eye on her that day, maybe she would've still been here. He could've made her stay, but instead he was so mad inside that she insisted on pulling that stupid lever. She was dead for all he knew and most of him believed that she survived through all this time and was simply out there somewhere.

He wouldn't forget when he had walked in the medical room and saw Raven sitting with Wick but no Dakota in sight. He had asked Raven about her, and Wick told him that he didn't even see her come back into the camp. That's when the realization hit him.

Bellamy strode into the new mess hall they made from one of the largest rooms in what was left of the Ark, passing through to find Monty sitting down looking deeply distraught. He frowned. "Monty, why aren't you ready?"

"I am." Monty lowered his hands from his chin as Bellamy approached his side. He looked over his shoulder bitterly. "He's not."

With a confused look on his face, Bellamy turned his own head over his shoulder to follow Monty's eyes. There, he found an intoxicated Jasper Jordan lying on the ground with an empty cup of alcohol on his chest. If he didn't know any better, he would've thought that Jasper was dead with the way he was lying still, but he did know better. This wasn't the first time Jasper was so drunk he crawled under the piano and laid there to sleep it off.

Bellamy and Monty both walked over to get a better look at the drunkard, who muttered incoherent sentences in his drunken state. Monty looked down at his friend with sorrow in his eyes.

"What should we do?"

"We should leave him this time."

"He's not getting better. Maya's death broke him." Bellamy turned to lock eyes with Monty. Involuntarily, Bellamy remembered that moment he, Clarke, and Dakota had found him on the floor with Maya in his arms.

Bellamy exhaled frustratedly and moved forward. "Take an arm."

The two of them walked up and dragged Jasper out from underneath the piano, each of them draping one of Jasper's arms around their shoulders so they could pull him up and walk him over to their vehicle in the farthest corner of the mess hall. As they propped the intoxicated teenager up against the vehicle, Bellamy heard a voice behind him.

"Zeke, I said produce first! Art doesn't go bad."

Bellamy glanced over his shoulder and, realizing that someone important to him was back from the supply run, looked back at Monty with a sour grin. "Monty, he's all yours."

He reached out and messed with Jasper's buzz-cut hair before turning away from them and walking over to the supply truck where Gina Martin was sitting inside handing the produce to one of the others that helped her unload. When he saw her, he smiled gently while she jumped down from the truck. "Hey. Easy run?"

Gina sighed. "I hate that place."

Images of the blood and carnage he saw walking through the real Mt. Weather mess hall haunted his vision. He swallowed thickly. "I know."

He waited as she leaned forward and rose onto her toes to bring her lips to his, kissing him very softly. He kissed her back, but knew that it wouldn't be long before he had to leave to go to Sector 7. Seeing as how dangerous the mission was, he let himself enjoy the kiss for a lot longer than he should have.

Gina had pulled away from him a little too soon than he would've liked, "Got you something, though."

She turned around and reached into the truck in a small compartment, where she pulled out a book. When she turned around, she wrapped one arm around Bellamy as he looked down at her present with wonder. It was an old edition of The Iliad.

"You said your mom used to read this to you. I thought you'd like it."

But as he looked down at the book, all he saw was something unrecognizable. A version of him that was...unrecognizable. However, like any good boyfriend, he looked up and lied to the best of his ability about a present he didn't know what to do with. "I do. Thanks."

Bellamy gave Gina a small smile before turning with his book in his hand over to one of Mount Weather's old automobiles that had been kept on a lower floor. When he slammed his stuff onto the roof, Raven shouted while sliding out from underneath the car.

"Hey! Take it easy!"

Bellamy grinned. "Mornin' to you, too."

With a grunt, she lifted herself up from the floor while Bellamy unloaded a bunch of guns from his bag. Miller walked behind him in order to get into the truck, and as he did, Bellamy threw a firearm at him. Miller caught it, but frowned.

"What's the point if we can't shoot 'em?"

"We can. Just not to kill. That goes for everyone. Where's Octavia?"

"We're going outside the wall, you honestly think she'd miss that?"

Bellamy shrugged and turned back to the weapons in his bag. A few moments later, Monty walked straight up in front of Jasper and threw a bucket of ice-cold water in his face, causing the drunken teenager to gasp from the sudden gesture.

With a blank stare, Monty sighed. "Sorry. Was that too cold?"

Jasper didn't respond well to it. Instead of talking it out like a rational person, he took the other route. He screamed in Monty's face and gripped his friend's jacket, slamming him hard against the truck with a wild look.

Everyone turned with concern, and Jasper back away from Monty and move towards the guns. Bellamy stopped him and grabbed the weapons.

"No gun for you, not until you're sober."

"Don't want one," Jasper said pointedly. He raised his hand in a salute but then reached out and hit Bellamy across the face drunkenly, turning around and stumbling over to get into the truck.

Bellamy glanced back at Raven who was looking concerned. Bellamy let it go, being the bigger person. He passed a gun to Monty, "Let's do this."

Raven climbed into the truck, as did Monty. Before Bellamy got into it, however, he walked back over to Gina, who put her hands on his chest and gave him a tight smile.

"Be safe."

She leaned forward and kissed him. When Gina pulled away, Bellamy nodded and walked back to the truck, the last one to hop in. Bellamy sat down in the truck with his friends and noticed quickly everyone except Jasper had been staring.

"I can tell when your moping, Blake." Raven looked over her shoulder from the Driver's seat. "You miss he-"

Bellamy stared at her with a frown on his face. "Shut up."

Raven rolled her eyes. "Jeez. Fine." She started the car with a sour look on her face. She hit the button that she'd programmed to control the doors at the front of their makeshift mess hall, as the light shone in, they watched Octavia pull up at the front with herself mounted on her chestnut horse.

Miller scoffed. "Guess we found her."

"Try and keep up!" Octavia shouted to Raven as she turned her horse around for the gates. Raven chuckled as she put the truck in drive, following Octavia down the path until they left the gates of Arkadia.

A/N: Welcome to the first chapter of Discordia. The first two chapters will be in third person, and perhaps I will remain writing like this. Now, as you know, Dakota won't appear until the second chapter or the third since I won't be writing her until we reached Clarke's scene in the show. Stuff happens before that that defers from the plot and I want to write it. So I hope you guys liked the first chapter, even though Dakota is not in it. It will get so much better, I promise. Lol.