Through Thick And Thin

[Monty Green]

Monty woke with a start, he hadn't slept through a whole night in a long while, not since what had happened at Mount Weather. Sleep was an impossibility after what he'd done, he'd helped to destroy a whole community of people, part of him wanted to argue that what they'd done was perfectly justifiable, if they hadn't done it then they'd all have been killed but the other part of him knew that they'd been wrong, they'd killed innocent people to save their own skins. The decision he'd made had cost him his best friend, Jasper wanted nothing to do with him after Maya's death and Monty knew better than to try to explain that they'd never meant to hurt her, they just had to save their friends, that was their priority.

Kicking the blanket off of himself, he sat up in his bed and looked around the empty room, it was so quiet, Monty didn't really expect anyone else to be up in the middle of the night apart from maybe a couple of guards. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, his feet hit the cool floor and he shivered slightly, he crossed over to where he'd carelessly thrown his jacket and pulled it on, immediately thankful for the extra layer. Wandering around in the middle of the night had become a habit of his in recent days, whenever he woke up and was unable to get back to sleep he'd take a walk to calm his nerves in an attempt to get some sleep when he returned to his room, sometimes it worked and others it didn't. Opening the door to his room slowly, he poked his head out into the hallway, the last thing he needed was a guard questioning him on why he was up at such a time, but there didn't seem to be anyone around so without bothering to put anything on his feet he slipped out of the room and started down the hallway.

Usually he just spent his nights walking around, without a real destination in mind but this time was different, he just wanted to be alone where there wasn't a chance of anyone finding him. There weren't many places you could be alone in Camp Jaha, there were too many people who were ready to poke their noses into your business if they were given the chance. So Monty went to the only place he could think of, the hangar bay. He didn't think anyone would be down there at this time of night and if he was lucky then he wouldn't be found either, it took him a surprisingly short amount of time to get there and when he did, he immediately walked over to the rover that he saw was parked and sat himself down against the wall behind it, he didn't quite know why he felt the need to hide away when he was pretty sure that nobody would find him anyway, but it just felt right, in a weird way knowing that even if somebody did come in then they wouldn't be able to see him with a quick glance.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Monty Green

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Nights were always the worst. Bellamy had anticipated that Clarke would be the one who could help him get through the restless nights. Having someone there, who understood. Who understood him. Someone he could be vulnerable with. But, all that hope had vanished the moment she turned and walked away. He wondered if they could get recover from that, and knew that dwelling in the uncertain future would get him nothing. All he could do, was focus on the people; put his feelings aside for the betterment of the camp. Just like he always did. But . . . it didn't make the nights easier to bare. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw them. Images. Ghosts. Misdeeds. Innocent people he had murdered.

Men. Women. Children. People. His people. Those who had helped him. Those who had saved them. He was drowning in the blood of nearly 1000 people, and he couldn't breathe. Suffocated, but the burden of his guilt. He used the excuse of checking the area . . . any excuse he could get to leave his apartment. He wasn't allowed to formally keep watch, as there was a set schedule and others had caught on to his incessant need to be on patrol, especially over night. So right now, all he could do was wander the halls of Arkadia, desperately hoping for some sort of distraction. He walked into the Hangar, or at least just pass the threshold of it. No one seemed to be inside. Bellamy took the opportunity to walk further in, mulling over the idea of having a drink. He wasn't a heavily drinker really. On the Ark it had been to make sure he didn't compromise his family; afraid of something that may slip out if he was not in his right senses.

On the ground, it was to make sure he wasn't compromised so that he could protect the others. But right now . . . a drink seemed so damn tempting. As Bellamy walked toward the bar, he just happened to glance toward the Rover, seeing a bit of a shadow as curiosity flickered over him. Enough to walk toward the source, to reveal someone. Monty. Bellamy felt incredibly guilty for the fact that he was involved in committing genocide. Bellamy had wanted to be there for him as much as he could . . . wishing he could alleviate the guilt from him. Monty didn't deserve this burden. Bellamy looked at him, wordlessly, knowing it would be stupid to ask him questions such as 'couldn't sleep?' because well, the answer was obvious. So he asked the only thing he could . . . "Want some company?" Because he wanted to be there for his good friend, if Monty allowed him to be.

[Monty Green]

Monty couldn't just forget about what had happened in Mount Weather, every day he thought about the people that they'd killed when they'd made the decision to irradiate the mountain. Walking into the mess hall where the citizens of Mount Weather had gathered, it was impossible not to look at the bodies, he'd recognised some of the dead, he’d seen them around and he’d even spoken to a few of them and then he’d helped to kill them. He hadn’t really been that close to anyone in Mount Weather but they were all real people with families and lives and they’d just ended those lives so easily, they’d wiped out a whole community of people. He knew that it was the only way to save their people, to save his friends and that’s why he had agreed to do it.

Of course, he hadn’t been the only one in that room, he hadn’t been the only one making the decision to irradiate the mountain, Clarke and Bellamy had been there too and he’d expected both of them to return to Camp Jaha after they left Mount Weather but Clarke was gone, she’d left without even an explanation of where she was going or why she was going, Monty assumed that it was her method of coping with what had happened at Mount Weather but he didn’t understand why she’d left when she had a whole support system in Camp Jaha. She had people that she could talk to and who knew what she was going through but instead of talking to them, she’d turned her back on them. Monty remembered hugging her outside the gates of Camp Jaha with the expectation of seeing her later that day but instead he’d heard that she was gone. They didn’t even know if she was going to come back.

It was late, Monty hadn’t expected to see anyone else awake and so when he heard somebody enter the Hangar, he raised his head from where he’d been staring at his feet and froze, listening to what the other person was doing. He suspected that it was just a guard, he expected them to poke their head in briefly before leaving, if he was lucky they wouldn’t notice him and he’d be left alone. He wasn’t lucky however and it wasn't long before he heard footsteps approaching his hiding place that signalled that he’d been spotted and he was about to have company. He angled his head to look up at whoever it was that was about to discover him hiding there and was surprised when he saw that it was Bellamy. ‘Want some company?’ the other man asked him and Monty hesitated slightly before he shuffled over a little and patted the space on the floor beside him, inviting Bellamy to join him. Monty considered Bellamy a close friend and he owed him a lot, he was the person that had risked his own life to get them out of Mount Weather and Monty knew that Bellamy was probably the reason why he was still alive, he didn’t know how they would have been able to escape without Bellamy on the inside to aid them.

Bellamy hadn’t left them after returning to Camp Jaha, like Clarke had and that comforted Monty to know that he at least had somebody to talk to. Somebody that knew what had happened and why it had happened and wouldn’t judge him for making the call to enable the irradiation of the mountain because Bellamy had been there and he’d pulled the lever with Clarke, he’d made that call too and he had to live with it. “Some company would be great” he confirmed, lowering his gaze back to his feet as he waited for the other man to sit “I didn’t expect to see anyone down here” while it was unlikely that he was the only one in Camp Jaha that was having difficulty sleeping, Monty hadn’t expected to run into anyone, it was unlikely and he’d tried to conceal himself to avoid anyone approaching him. Still, there were a select few people that he wouldn’t mind finding him at that moment and Bellamy was one of them, he couldn’t turn his friend away from him after everything he’d done, especially when Bellamy was one of the few people in Camp Jaha that knew how he was feeling.

Bellamy Blake