“ i forgave you when you were ten but c’mon, john. you’re eighteen now. stop stealing my make-up to impress some girl. “ gina begins, letting out an exhausted sigh. she’s only been in from work for fifteen minutes, her name tag loosely hanging from her shirt, her hair up in a bun. however, bellamy was going to be round any minute now and gina needed to make herself presentable. shaking her head, she bites down upon her lesser lip, “ ------ i’ll forgive you for now but tomorrow you’re marching down to the store and buying me whatever you took. “ sure, he wasn’t her biological brother but he might as well be by the amount of times he annoyed her. but gina couldn’t deny the overwhelming amount of love and adoration for john - she’d protect him from anything and everything. she perches beside him, hands on her knees lightly, “ so ------ who is she? “
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The wars behind the blue of your eyes (closed starter with @traitorjohn)
Bellamy yawned , his arms crossed and his body rested against a wall in the room that had been settled as some sort of common room for pause between shifts on duty inside the mountain. It was late at night and him and the rest of his peple (whatever was their name now) were waisting some time before going to bed. Most of them didn’t want to sleep because of nightmares, but no one really talks about that out loud. Some just didn’t want to sleep. Bellamy just wanted to make sure no one would anything stupid and wreck their brand new home. He crossed eyes quickly with Murphy,who was a few steps from him. They hadn’t really talked ,almost never did outside theirs and Clarke office, almost never about something not goverment related. What was a shame cause he probably was the only one in that room with who Bellamy was closer to consider a friend. He felt another yawn coming when the kids sitting at the table in the middle of the room started a ridiculous game, listing people they wouldn’t have minded to have died. The older man narrowed his eyes,starring at them as they listed on.
She couldn’t pick just anyone; she had to pick someone just cynical enough that Pike would trust them, someone just gullible enough to fool. Someone like Amy Christiansen, a guard member, not overly sympathetic, but with potential if she played her cards right.
“Fox, you know you’re not supposed to be by the gate.”
She turned with a wry, almost apologetic smile. “Sorry. I saw the rover leaving.” She said by way of explanation.
“You still trying to get on guard detail?” The older woman asked, the edges of derision in her tone. It wasn’t unknown that Fox had been trying to get on guard duty, something that no doubt amused the official guards that still didn’t know her actual name.
She shook her head, avoiding the woman’s eyes as though embarrassed. “No, no, that was stupid. The others are right, I’m not made for guard. I didn’t even do that back at the Dropship, where there were less guard potentials.” She said, shifting uncomfortably, as though she’d just realized who she was talking to. “Anyway, sorry. I’ll go.” She said, starting to slip away.
She made it a few paces before she started to worry that Christiansen wasn’t going to take the bait, was going to let her go without comment.
“I’ll walk you.” The guard said with a sigh. “Can’t be sure you won’t just sneak to another part of the fence.”
She laughed, covering it quickly with a hand. “Fair. There was a spot on the far west side, that was starting to fray, but it was patched recently.”
The confusion on the other woman’s face was exactly what she’d been hoping for. She wanted the guard to wonder why Fox was telling her these things, wanted her wondering what else Fox would be willing to tell her. Christiansen hadn’t been at her arrest, hadn’t encountered her while she was in the Skybox; she only knew Fox by reputation. She could convince herself that she could manipulate Fox. Poor little Fox, so easily bought for the right price of protection. Young, scared and scarred, needing the protection that she clung to the delinquents for.
She could see it play out so clearly in her head: Bellamy and Clarke protected her, Jasper protected her; the adults would either use her for what they thought she knew, or lure her close enough to use her against the others.
“What did you do at the Dropship?”
She smiled at the ground, pretending to hide the pride in her expression. “Gathered, mostly. Found plants that were edible, ones that would lead to water, that kind of thing. I remembered that from Earth Skills.”
“I’m sure the Chancellor would be pleased to know that.” Her voice was already more gentle, sickly sweet in the way of someone feigning sympathy and trying to make it sound sincere. She’d made up her mind to play Fox.
Fox wondered if Christiansen had a child; if so, if they’d survived. If she even knew.
Fox laughed, an unhumorous, self-deprecating sound. “I don’t think the Chancellor would be pleased about anything about me.” She said, glancing up at the woman with an expression of someone tying to cover hurt feelings. “He doesn’t like me much. Not that I blame him, but…” a shrug completed her thought, and it was the guard’s turn again.
“Opinions can change.” She told the younger girl. “You can always start working on changing his of you.”
“How?” Don’t go for the obvious, she mentally begged.
“For starters; why are you always at the gate when he’s specifically told you not to be?”
Thank any god that was listening. The older woman was smart. She was starting small, not going straight for Fox’s name and parents. “It’s stupid really.”
“Try me.” The guard slipped into her ‘ordering’ voice, and Fox shot her a nervous look, warning her back to kindness with a fear of scaring off her prey. But she still answered.
“I just… I get nervous when I don’t know where my friends are, you know? A lot has happened and sometimes when people leave… they don’t come back.” The tears in her eyes weren’t as fake as she’d have wanted; she tried to keep from thinking the worst, but they’d lost too many of their own for her to keep from getting genuinely upset thinking about it. She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a notebook. It hadn’t been hard to get one that resembled Pike’s; there were only so many places to scavenge things from since the landing. She’d spent the night before perfecting the little book for her lie, excited to have something new to perfect, a part of thieving she wasn’t to familiar with. “So I keep track of who has what shifts, when they leave and when they’re supposed to be back, things like that. Just to, you know, feel a little safer when they’re gone.”
Christiansen studied her for a moment before holding out a hand for the book, which she handed over with a faked reluctant embarrassment, staying quiet as the woman studied her work, only to eventually smile at Fox, handing the book back to her. “I don’t think that’s stupid at all. Chancellor Pike keeps a book like that, you know. Maybe it’s a sign of leadership qualities.” The guard almost managed to keep an entirely straight face as she lied.
“Like patrol times?” Fox cocked her head as though confused.
“Among other things. You should show him your book, I’m sure he’d be interested.”
Fox was already shaking her head. “Oh no, Pik- Chancellor Pike doesn’t want to talk to me.”
“What if I go with you?”
“Why would you do that?”
Christiansen stopped and turned to Fox, looking the younger girl in the eye. “Because I want you to know you can trust us, Fox. I know you’ve been hurt in the past, I know you’ve been left behind and betrayed by people you trusted, and that you don’t ever want to put yourself in that position again, so you trust no one. I completely understand that; it keeps you safe.” She reached out to brush back some hair that had escaped from Fox’s ponytail. “But you’re not alone anymore, Fox.”
Damn. She was good. She was earnest and open and almost passionate as she spoke. She’d managed to hit on the pieces of Fox that still stung from where she buried them in her heart, offered a way to heal those wounds. Unfortunately for Christiansen, the part she’d hope to use to lure Fox to her with was more true than she knew:
Fox wasn’t alone anymore. She had the delinquents.
“How about we go tomorrow? You can show him your book, see for yourself that he’s not the bad guy. That you can trust us, you can come to us with anything you want.” Quid pro Quo, that’s what her expression said. I get you on good terms with Pike, you tell us what we want to know.
And with some hesitation, she nodded, agreed to the unspoken terms.
“Alright.”
She showed up at Pike’s- office? Whatever you wanted to call the room he’d taken over to do business from- the next day, Christiansen already waiting for her. “Nervous?” The guard smiled reassuringly.
“A little.” She admitted, holding her notebook to her chest.
Christiansen knocked. “You’ll be fine, just remember to be respectful.”
She nodded as the door opened to reveal Pike, looking just as cranky as she remembered. “Hello Fox. Come on in.” He waved them both in. “I hear we have something in common.” he said, going to stand on the other side of the table in the middle of the room.
She nodded silently, offering her notebook to him, he picture of nervous anticipation. He flipped through the pages more thoroughly than his guard had done, reading pages at a time. She was getting nervous, thinking he’d know the book was a fake, that the pages and pages of backdated entries were bullshit.
If you feel like you’re too close to that spot. Get out of there. Murphy’s words rang in her ears, but she forced herself to stay calm.
“Not bad,” it was all she could do not to sigh in relief, “You’ve got the basics, though it could use more detail. But it’s promising for someone just starting.” he allowed, looking her over assesingly.
She smiled hopefully, trying to bloom under his praise. “Officer Christiansen said you do something similar?“ She broached.
He frowned, and she wondered if she’d misstepped. And he was still frowning as he went to a drawer and pulled out a black book resembling hers, still frowning as he flipped through it, finding the page he wanted, and still frowning as he set the book open on his table. “I do. But I’m sure you understand Fox,” he stressed the nickname, “that I can’t trust someone who’s name I don’t even know.” His eyes bore into her, and she didn’t need to feign the way she wilted under that dangerous gaze.
“I understand, sir.” She mumbled softly.
“It would go a long way in establishing trust between us if I knew who you were as surely as you know who I am.”
She nodded. “I- yes, sir.” She glanced nervously at Christiansen, who nodded encouragingly, laying a hand on Fox’s shoulder.
“It’ll be alright.” She assured the nervous girl under her hand.
Fox turned back to Pike, who’s disapproving expression hadn’t changed, and stumbled over her words for a moment before managing, “Miranda… my name’s Miranda.” She said with a heavy sigh, as though either relieved or scared to have revealed that much of herself.
Christiansen’s expression grew pleased, but Pike’s didn’t change. “Miranda…?” He trailed off, waiting for a surname. She’d been hoping- needing- them to want to push her slowly. It was one thing to give a fake name, she wasn’t in the system to be found even if they got it up and running again,. But a surname they could check up on, ask around, figure out she was lying.
She was saved, surprisingly, by Christiansen, who shook her head at Pike warningly, bolstered by Fox’s panicked expression. They communicated silently for a moment before Pike told Fox to give them a moment alone and go to the hall, which she dutifully did, eavesdropping on the hushed argument from behind the door.
“You can’t push her so hard.”
“What good does just her name do us? We need to know who her parents are. God forbid they’re among us, they post a risk to us.”
“She’s sixteen, betrayed by her own parents, and has been living like a wild animal before we got down here. You think she’s going to trust us in a day? We need to show her she can trust us, make her want to tell us.”
“Isn’t that what we’re doing right now, with the logs?”
“It’s a start. Just, play nice, make her like you, give her a few days. She wants to trust us, you can see it written across her face. But she’s scared.”
Fox could hear Pike’s exasperation. “Fine. I’ll give her 72 hours and then I’m pressing for more.”
“Fox!” She came back in at their beckoning, and returned at Pike’s gesture to his side. “Sorry about that, we were talking about logs, weren’t we?”
Pike trying to be friendly was about as weird as him not trying. He didn’t show her much, just better, more adult versions of what she’d done in her book, but this wasn’t about what she could memorize of them telling her, this was about proximity to the book. She feigned interest, even enjoyment after a while, after it was long enough to reasonably think she’d be comfortable with them, her book laid out next to his in comparison. Eventually, her time was up and the books were shut, lying side by side between them temptingly. “Thank you sir. Thank you both. No- no one’s ever cared about me doing this kind of stuff before…”
Bingo. The adults exchanged a look, his impressed, hers ‘I told you so’, and in the few seconds they exchanged silent congratulations to themselves, she was able to pick up his book, sliding hers further toward the spot where his had been to compensate for he difference in positions. She held his book to her chest as she had hers when she walked in, and watched as he put her book back in his drawer, too confident in her naivety to think to reopen and check it one last time.
Christiansen walked her to the door but didn’t follow her out, clearly intending on discussing her with Pike after she’d gone. “I told you it would be alright. You can trust us, we won’t force you, Miranda.” She was smiling in a secretive way, thinking she shared some intimate knowledge with Fox now.
“Thank you. I- I don’t know what else to say.”
“Hopefully we’ll talk again soon?” She asked, her words heavy with meaning, and Fox nodded solemnly. They parted, the door closing behind Fox and Fox heading straight back to her bed. She only had a couple hours max before Pike realized the books were switched and came to find her.
She had to work quick.
“Fox!” Pike’s angry shout pulled her attention away from the group of people she’d been talking to to see him stalking over to her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her from the others, lowering his voice. “Where is my log book?” He thundered.
He was scarier than she remembered, and though she’d planned to look alarmed, she hadn’t realized she’d actually be shaking. “I- sir, I didn’t take your log-”
“Then why was yours in my drawer?” He asked, brandishing her book at her.
“I don’t- I must have grabbed the wrong one, I didn’t-”
“Chancellor, is there a problem?” Christiansen was suddenly there, drawn by his shout a moment ago.
Fox look between them both with frightened eyes. “I took the-the wrong book, I didn’t mean to.”
“You haven’t looked at it?” The woman asked calmly.
She shook her head. “There hasn’t been a patrol since I left, I just left it at my bed, we can go get it right now, I- I’m sorry.” They all went back to her bed and she immediately fetched the book from her bag, handing it over without hesitation and taking hers back, watching as he ripped apart her bed looking for ripped out pages or copies. “I’m sorry sir, I didn’t realize-”
“They look alike, sir,” Christiansen pointed out, “it was an honest mistake.”
Pike didn’t seem to trust himself to speak, and stormed out of the room, and the moment he was gone the guard’s expression changed, darkened, and she turned on Fox. “I know it wasn’t accidental, Miranda. And I know you’re a thief, and old habits are hard to break. But the Chancellor will not forget this, even if he does pretend to believe it was accidental. I expect you to report to myself or the chancellor with what we need to know from you before the next supply run,” that gave her two days to figure out what to do, “do you understand me?”
She nodded nervously. “Yes, ma'am.”
Christiansen followed Pike’s stormy exit, and Fox went to the bed near hers, retrieving the spare notebook filled with hastily written duplicates of Pike’s pages from under the mattress. Assured that it was safe and she was unfound out, she fell back onto her bed, hugging the book to her giddily.
She skipped into medical with a bright 'I'm here to bug you and there's nothing you can do about it' smile, going right over to Murphy and plopping herself on the nearest chair. "I have decided that you work too much and Gina made me leave early because I'm apparently hyper and I brought you a bribe to make you hang out with me." She said, finishing her announcement by holding up the peach she'd slipped from a random Mountain Weather plate when they weren't looking.
She certainly wasn't going to have given him her peach; they were her favorites.
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She’s bruise, bloody and wounded from the night before. Probably not the best condition to be in when visiting Murphy to see if he was okay. Knocking on his door softly, she opened it a tiny bit, popping her head around the door, “Hey you.” Her voice was soft and maybe she was the last person he wanted to see but she didn’t care, “How’re you feeling? I brought you some chocolate.”
