CHAPTER SEVEN
FAMILY REUNION
"when i see you again"
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Marcus Kane had accepted the fact that his daughter was dead.

His one motivation for returning to earth had been her. The repeating imagine in his head where he would finally get to see her face and hear those sarcastic comments. While he still had her, the comments went under-appreciated and he quite frankly found them rude and irritating. But now, there was no amount of money Marcus Kane wouldn't pay to get to hear them once again.

He had held up hope for her return ever since he came down to earth and Bellamy Blake informed her that she, along with Clarke Griffin and a lot of other teenagers, were missing, presumably dead. The hope had slowly fizzled out like a spark in the wind, but when Clarke returned to the camp not only alive, but somewhat well, the hope inside of him was ignited once more. That is until Clarke informed them of exactly who were in that mountain she had managed to escape from, and that she was just as worried and clueless about Dylan Brown Kane's whereabouts as the rest of them.

His daughter was dead, there was no other possible addition to her story. She was dead, and he was better off accepting it now. Hope was important, especially in the situation they were currently in, but it was also followed by disappointment. And none of them could handle any more disappointments before cracking.

John Murphy had stared with soulles eyes since he was brought back to the Camp Jaha without Dylan by his side. When no one was looking, he cried. His tears fell for the ghost of his best friend, all the things he wished he had told her when he still had her running through his head. Regret and guilt was eating him alive. Dylan died believing her best friend was nothing but a cowardly, traitorous backstabber who only cared about himself. How could he possibly live with himself knowing that though he didn't lower Dylan into the grave, he had let her down for a final time.

Bellamy was worried sick for all of the delinquents stuck in the mountain. After everything they had gone through together, he felt a sense of responsibility for them all. But Dylan was clearly the one he was the most crushed about. Though no one dared say it out loud, it was obvious that each day that passed without Dylan there to keep him in check with her attitude and banter Bellamy grew more and more angry. He was raging inside, angry at himself, everyone else and the world. They had failed her. He had taken her for granted when she was still there with them, treating her like complete garbage by constantly overruling what she said or by telling her to shut up. Bellamy would never forgive himself for that.

Clarke was feeling a similar way as Bellamy, only she was about a hundred times better at keeping herself together than he was. Clarke was keeping her eyes on the 'price', the price being dodging the war brewing just outside of the gates of the camp. Dylam was pushed all the way to the back of her mind. If they survived, there would be plenty time for her to mourn her.

John Murphy was currently not at Camp Jaha, he was out searching for Clarke Griffin along with Finn, which was completely hopeless seeing as Clarke was back at camp without their knowledge. But he stood no chance convincing Finn to go back to camp. The boy had his mind set on finding and if needed rescuing the Clarke girl, and no one could stop him.

Dylan could feel her heart beating in her throat, her stomach flipping like crazy. Her breath was growing heavier, palms sweatier. A thousands thoughts were running through her mind. Where they still the same people as when she had left them? Had anything drastically happened while she was gone? She had sure changed a lot, and she was hoping they liked this newer, and improved, version of her.

     "Are you ready?" Lincoln was watching her face intently, looking for any sign that could tell him what she was feeling. But admirably enough Dylan had a stone cold poker face, and scarcely ever left a trace of her thoughts and feelings on her face for anyone to read. It was one of the many things that intrigued Lincoln about her. He just never knew what her next move was, she was unpredictable.

     While spending time with her over the course of these several weeks, he had gotten a first class seat to her attitude. A handful of times he had been front row when she had went from completely calm to exploding. It was almost scary, how she could just throw a rage fit like that. It was like he could see the flames in her eyes and the smoke fuming from her ears.

     "Ready? Ready to reunite with my dad who I thought was dead, but then found out was alive who now thinks I'm dead but will find out I'm alive? How do you even prepare for something like that?" Dylan was ready, despite her recent words. She was more then ready to just throw herself into her fathers arms. She was never a daddies girl, but god how she missed his hugs. She wouldn't go as far as to say she missed his lectures, but she did miss everything else. Even the bad parts. The bad parts on the Ark were almost better than the good parts down on earth. Dylan looked up and Lincoln, offering him a genuine smile. "I'm ready."

     Relief washed over him at the warm smile he received. It return he smiled back, grabbing her hand. Lincoln could tell she was nervous by how sweaty her hand was and the pulse he could feel from her wrist.

     "Dylan, I love you."

The girl's eyes widened. A blush crawled onto her face. Despite spending all this time with him and training in the conditions she had, he could still make her stomach flutter. Despite her being angry with him, he could still make her blush. "God, when did you get all sappy? You want a cavity to go with that sweetness?" Lincoln's face fell flat at her joke. "I love you too." Dylan muttered, averting her gaze.

Lincoln bit back the grin threatening to break out. With a deep breath, he said, "let's go."

     For each step Dylan took in the direction of the campsite, her heart started pounding louder. With a similar feeling to an explosion, her ears was ringing. Dylan felt faint, dizzy. None of this felt real. She felt like she was completely out of touch with reality the closer they got. Everything was hazy. Dylan had never felt this way before, and she could barely pinpoint it. But the only thing on her mind right now was what was waiting for her inside of the gates.

     Was her friends okay? Was her father still alive and well? Maybe she wasn't ready for any of this after all. Anything could have happened over the course of these weeks. For all Dylan knew, they could all be dead right now. Was she really prepared to walk into the camp and get informed that her friends and her father was gone for good? Maybe she was better off not knowing. Better off wondering and fantasying about reuniting with them inside of having her hopes crushed by the cold hard truth. Better off believing something instead of knowing she would never see any of them again.

     It was selfish of her. The part of her thst was screaming for her to turn around and run away was selfish. It was selfish to consider letting her loved ones continue to believe she was dead. And it was selfish of her not to be at the camp to help them. For the longest time Dylan had acted selfishly. Today was the official marking; Dylan's selfishness was dead. She was putting everyone else before herself, she decided.

     That goal alone put power in her steps and confidence in her back. Her head was held high and back straight as she marched alongside of Lincoln with her eyes locked on the gates. The closer she got, the bigger the gates appeared. They were huge and intimidating like a big warning sign to back off. Dylan was never one to follow orders.

     She spotted the guards by the gate easily. They were carrying guns, guns directed at Lincoln and Dylan. She had an underlying suspicion that the pair would be shot dosed at the spot if the guards saw them as threats, which is why she out her hands up in surrender. Lincoln followed suit.

     "Grounders!" A loud voice yelled out, commotion brewing inside of the gates. With wary eyes the guards watched them closely, weapons ready to fire at command. Dylan prayed that these guards wasn't as trigger happy as Jasper was, or else they'd be in deep shit.

     "Open up, tell Bellamy the bitch is back."

     Bellamy was standing in the middle of the commotion, brows furrowed when he heard someone yell about grounders. "What is going on?" Despite the fact that Bellamy no longer was in charge, he still felt like he had a right to know what was going on. And the delinquents left there still had a sense of loyalty to him. Which is why one of them scurried from the gates and over to Bellamy.

     "She's back!" The boy yelled, flaying with his arms at Bellamy.

     "Who's back?" Bellamy asked, confusion etched on his face.

     "The bitch!" He added, hoping Bellamy would magically realize who 'the bitch' was. He didn't.

     "What are talking about?" Bellamy spat, annoyance growing.

     The boy sighed. "She said to tell you that the bitch is back. I was hoping you knew who the bitch was." He explained.

     "Well, I don't. You're going to have to be a little bit more specific." Bellamy barked. Before the poor boy could utter another word, a gasp spread through the crowd of people gathered. The gates slid open slowly, and few could belive their eyes. The crowd off people stepped back, leaving a clear line of sight for Bellamy.

     And like she never left, Dylan was standing with the iconic taunting smirk playing on her lips, a single brow arched as she stared at the Blake boy. "Thought for sure I was the only bitch in your life, Blake."

     The one liner was enough to confirm that it was in fact Dylan standing infront of him, awaken from the dead. Bellamy could stop himself. His feet carried him across the muddy ground. The curly headed boy ran at full force towards the small framed girl, practically crashing into her. His arms wrapped around her figure tightly, so tight that he was knocking the breath out of her. "You're squeezing me here, I'm not an empty ketchup bottle." She piped, almost out of breath.

     Despite the fact that Dylan looked completely different, her voice sounded the exact same. The way her words melted into her ears was enough to make tears form in his eyes. He took a deep breath, letting the familiar smell of her fill his nostrils. Hugging her felt like a puzzle piece that fit perfectly; Dylan Kane fit perfectly in Bellamy's big embrace, just like she always had.

     "I can't believe it." He said, his voice breaking. "I can't fucking believe it. I thought you were dead, how is this possible?"

     It's important to note that Bellamy Blake never was the emotional guy. He never cried. Bellamy didn't cry when his sister got caught, or when his mother got floated. He didn't cry when everyone at the Ark looked down at him judgmentally as he was downgraded to a janitor. And he didn't cry when Dylan was missing. But this sent him over the edge.

     It felt like forever had passed when Bellamy finally released his grip on Dylan, holding her at arms length to examine her face and body for any visible changes or injuries. She looked like she was taller, which was probably just his imagination playing tricks on him. One thing he, and everyone else, did notice was her drastic change in apparance. For the ones that didn't really know Dylan, she looked exactly like a grounder. Even to her own father. . .

     "You know these grounders?"

     Dylan froze at the familiar sound of Marcus Kane's voice. She could barely move a muscle when she peered over Bellamy's broad shoulders, wide eyes staring directly at the man she hadn't seen since she was shipped down to earth to die. You'd think one would instantly recognize ones child, but a lot of factors were at play. Both had endured hell the past few weeks, one way or another ( Dylan would certainly describe her rough weeks of training that way ). And they had both changed a lot.

     But when she spoke, he immediately knew. Her voice, her tone, her words. "Hi dad." She didn't even make a snarky comment, or joke. All she could think about was the man standing in front of her and the disbelief painted on his face.

     "D-Dylan?"

     The Kane girl was about to throw herself into his arms, craving her father's reassuring hug, but when someone yelled the next words out loud, she had no choice but to listen.

     "The grounders, they have weapons! It's an attack!"

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a/n

and there u go ! the long awaited reunion between not only kane and dyl, but also the reunion between her and bells ! sadly, not murphy or the others yet, but we're getting to that ! i really, really hope you guys enjoyed  this chapter. it's been delayed for sure, but it's finally out ! now that i've written this and actually started rereading the first book aswell i'm hopeful that i've gained my motivation and will actively be writing and updating chapters. hope you guys enjoyed, and stay tuned !

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