For The Ones We Love

[Braeden Quinn]

"I think it does," She laughed, at that, about to dismiss it. "But whatever keeps your pride in tact," Oh really?! He moved to kiss her before she could come back with her sassy rebuttal, but she was planning one! Braeden had been smiling before the kiss, and when he pulled away she smiled again. "I have to go," But not for long. They'd just climaxed less then a minute ago and he was trying to leave again!?

She pulled back from him, reaching for her shirt, and pulling it on, before standing up. Clearly she was displeased. "Really?" She asked, the blissful aftermath a memory now, rather then something they could bask in. She hated that he left, and she hated that she wanted him to stay, and she hated that she still didn't hate him for it--only got hurt when he did it. Folding her arms over her chest she stood there for a moment before turning to walk toward the other side of the room. She wished she had something to drink right now stronger then water, but the water had to do. Whatever keeps her pride in tact--ironic. Because right now that was the only thing keeping her from making a bitter scene from this.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy had to be braced for her anger. It was partly why he tried to sneak away when she was asleep. Not that he was a coward to deal with the anger she may feel in the morning, but because he didn't exactly enjoy fighting with her. Especially when he couldn't explain why he had to leave . . . or the reason he came. It had started out to be related, but now, he knew he had fallen for her. Deeply. Majorly. It was why that pit in his stomach made him feel sick; a pit of guilt. He watched her stand and start to pull her shirt over her head, staring at him. Almost expectantly, as she asked a question that reflected her expression. She then walked over to the other side of the room. Bellamy proceeded to reach for his pants and start to pull them on. Her anger couldn't change his mind. He had to think of Octavia who would forever be his priority.

Once his pants were on and fastened, he picked up his shirt, though didn't put it on quite yet. Instead, he walked over to where she stood and put his hand on her shoulder. "I don't wanna fight," he admitted to her. He didn't want to leave when she was so angry, but he also knew she had every right to be. He wasn't treating her the way he wanted to. It was precisely why he had been fully aware of the fact that he could never be in a relationship with a woman . . . but they were beyond that. They were in a relationship, and one that caused Bellamy to have feelings he had never let himself explore before. He wanted to ask what she wanted from her . . . but he knew the answer. And it wasn't something he could give her. "I'm sorry," he added on, leaning forward to give her a kiss on the cheek -- wanted or not -- before he took a few steps away and pulled on his shirt.

[Braeden Quinn]

"I don't wanna fight," He told her, and walked over too her. He moved to kiss her cheek, and she tilted her head away slightly. Not enough to stop him but enough that it was clear she wasn't pleased with even his affection right now. "I'm sorry," He moved to get his shirt. "It's clear what you want, Bellamy." She told him, her tone not bitter, but almost indifferent as she was trying to hide her hurt. "You've always made that clear." He wanted to get laid and leave.

She was the poor idiot who kept forgetting. And Braeden hated to feel like an idiot. "Just go." She didn't want to fight either. She just wanted a damn drink. But she wouldn't be getting drinks any time soon. Another mistake on her part--but one she knew wouldn't be as easily fixed. "I'll see you on shift in a few cycles." She had surprise inspections for the next few days and would be making rounds--thus would not see him at work then. She knew she would have to talk to him again soon, but she didn't want to make plans right now, or talk about it. She just wanted to curl up in bed and try not to think about how Bellamy Blake was the one person who didn't want power over her--and he was the one person who held it the most.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy couldn't defend himself. There was nothing he could say to make it better. What he wanted . . . was for them to be together. That was what it had come down to. He wanted to be with her. Doing this out of necessity wasn't even foremost. He didn't know what this meant for them, if it was the last straw or if he could find a way to make it better. He wanted to make it better. He needed to. Bellamy sat on the edge of the bed as she told him to leave, sayings he would see him on a shift. It wasn't seeing him casually.

It was seeing him for work. While he had already gotten the information about surprise inspections . . . he still wanted to spend time with her. He wanted to still see her. He began to put on his shoes, quickly tying them before just sitting there, trying to gather the courage to leave, the strength to leave. Taking a deep breath he finally rose to his feet and started toward the door, pausing for a brief moment as if to say something.

"I'll see you." Was all that came out, but those weren't the actual three words that he wanted to say with her. He showed himself out, making his way to their apartment where he saw Octavia lying on the bed. He looked at her with a small smile. She was his world. She was the only person that could be in his world. And yet . . . that was no longer the case. He went to the bathroom to wash himself before changing in some fresh clothes, and pulling out the other bed. Sleep evaded him for the rest of the night, as he thought only of Braeden and hated himself for what he made her feel.

[Braeden Quinn]

"I'll see you." Bellamy said and walked out of the room, leaving Braeden standing there watching him. He had paused for a moment on the bed, and she wondered if he was going to stay out of guilt--something she'd not have left him do. But in stead he had gotten up and gone. Braeden felt a few tears on her cheek, and it angered her--at her self. She'd given him the power to hurt her, and now she had to live with it--since apparently he wasn't sure about even spending the night with her.

Walking over to the bed, she crawled into it, pulling the pillow to her face to smell them on it. Even her bed smelt like him. There would be no escape from it tonight. Moving to lay on her back, Braeden looked up at the roof above her, and tired no to think. However she couldn't help it--she was in love with a man who didn't love her back, and she was pregnant. There was no easy escape from this. There was no end in sight. She did know one thing, however, and that was she was not going to use the baby to keep him. He had made things clear before he knew about the baby, and she didn't want him feeling trapped. She'd tell him soon. There was no hiding this on the Ark--it was impossible to hide anything on the Ark.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

When Octavia woke up the next morning, Bellamy ahd something special for her: peppermint tea. Tea wasn't always something they were able to afford, but he hadn't been home most nights and wanted to make it up to her. He planned to spend most of the morning and afternoon with her. They had a surprise inspection in about an hours time so it would be good. After bringing her breakfast -- with this special treat -- he just sat with her, explaining some of what he was learning in his classes. It was an unofficial form of tutoring really. Who knows. Maybe this information would come in handy to her one day.

He was sitting at the table with her having a couple of books out when he suddenly heard a sound on the other side of the door. No. NO. They were early! Too early! Bellamy quickly slammed the books shut and quickly pushed the table forward. "Hurry," he said in a low voice, more frantic than usually because of the unexpected arrival of the guard. He pulled the opening to the space in the ground, when it happened. Someone stepped in. Not just someone: Braeden. Bellamy froze as he looked at her, his eyes wide, but that was his. He felt so panicked that he couldn't even react. He and Octavia had been caught redhanded. The other guardsmen were still outside, but Braeden had a clear vision of Octavia sneaking into the hole. This was it. She was either going to save his life, or destroy it.

[Braeden Quinn]

Braeden Quinn was early with her checks, because she was telling Bellamy about the baby today. When they got to his door, one of the guardsmen called back, asking her if she wanted to do this one or if they needed to join her. "You can join me, just let me say hi." She joked, before pushing the door open just enough for her to walk in. The others were back a few feet talking about what they would do when she got them out of there early. She could no longer hear them however--because what she saw stopped her in her tracks.

He. Was. Hiding. A. Girl. In. His. Floor. Braeden's mouth hung open, as she stared at what was before her. Bellamy Blake. He. Was HIDING. A GIRL. In. His FLOOR. Oh shit! 'Quinn?' The voice came from behind her, and she knew she had to move but she couldn't! The girl looked late teens, and shocking a lot like him. He was too young to be her father. . . . 'Hey, Quinn!' The voice was no cornered, and she knew she had to move, but she couldn't. She couldn't take her eyes from what was happening before her.

He! Was! Hiding! A! Girl! In! His! Floor!

WHY?! . . . . .

WHAT was she supposed to do . . . . . arrest . . . . arrest . . . . .

Blinking, she looked back toward her men, all to aware that the second they saw this that everything would change. "I . . . " She what? One of the men moved forward as if to check, and she knew she either had to do something or everything was going to spin out of control. Looking back toward Bellamy, she saw the hole in the floor, and the girl, gone. A table was pushed over what appeared to be flat flooring now. All signs of a girl gone. The men walked in beside her, and one of them ordered the others to look around.

She stood there watching Bellamy, still unable to move from that spot. The men looked around before beginning to pile out. 'Not cool, Blake.' one of the men said, and she looked over to see them kicking what looked like girl's clothing to the side--Oh! They thought she was shocked because he was cheating on her! THAT was . . . . what was . . .

'We can finish the rest of the checks on our own if you want to take care of this.' One of the men offered as they left, shutting the door behind them. The sound of the door shutting seemed to be the magical thing to knock her out of her shock. Turning she moved toward the door, anger taking over! HOW FUCKING DARE HE KEEP THIS HIDDEN?! HOW DARE HE PUT HER IN THIS SITUATION! She wanted away from him! She wanted to think about this away from him!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She was shocked. Which was, more than understandable. He didn't know what she was going to do in this moment, but he quickly recovered, hearing the voices of the others. He continued to hide Octavia, closing the door and pulling the table over her before quickly standing casually just in time for the others to come in. One of the men's eyes went to the floor, and Bellamy withheld the deep breathing of panic he felt was exploding within him. It wasn't until the man said 'not cool, Blake', that Bellamy could help but follow his gaze. Octavia's clothes.

The disapproving gaze explained it all, and Bellamy just remained silent. Better they think he was a cheater than a brother. One was easier to deal with than the other. Hell, one was a crime where the other was not. The guardsmen eventually filed out, leaving Braeden standing there. He didn't know what was going through her head and, he needed to know. It was probably better that she too thought he was cheating on her . . . but he couldn't do that. He had been caught, and there was no point lying anymore. She moved toward the now shut door but Bellamy hurried forward, grabbing her arm to stop her and turn her to face him, gripping it -- not tightly, but firmly.

"Braeden," he began to say, unable to mask the fear in his eyes in that moment. He could no longer control this. It was all in her hands. All in her control. "Please." He was begging her, and knew it was evident in his voice. She didn't owe him anythng. She was angry with him, and would be more so f if -- or perhaps more accurately when -- she found out how exactly he knew about surprise inspections. He tried to read what he could in her gaze. Hoping, desperately hoping . . . that this was a secret she could protect.

[Braeden Quinn]

He grabbed her arm, saying her name. No! She couldn't think about this right now! She needed to get back to her room and think about this without him being her her face! She had a choice to make, and she didn't want to make it! If she told ANYONE he would be floated! She was pregnant! She couldn't have a floated daddy baby! That would ruin her position! She'd loose her job! They'd float him! She would loose him! How the hell did he even keep her hidden for so long? They did checks for this sort of thing! They . . . no .. . . she did checks. . . .

THAT was the moment. That was the moment when everything clicked. He never wanted more. He never stayed. He knew when the checks where, because he was able to keep her hidden. He was using her! Braeden looked at where his hand was on her arm, and then followed it up to his face. "Let. Me. Go." She quietly demanded, her voice full of authority.

He had used her. USED HER! "You . . . . I . . . . How dare . . . . I can't . . . . " She couldn't even speak. She was so angry that she could not speak! She needed to walk out of his room! She had just ruined her life--everyone's life--when he made her apart of his! "Let me go." She told him again, giving up speaking.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She was demanding he let her go. And, he couldn't do that. Not until he knew that this would not be the last conversation they had. He wasn't doing this for him. He was doing it for Octavia. He didn't give a damn if they floated him, so long as she was safe. And right now, the only way to ensure that was by staying with her. Protecting her. Though it was no longer only in his power to do so. It was in Braeden's. His grip remained on her arm, unmoved, unchanged despite her multiple demands. "I can't." He couldn't; physically or emotionally. He could risk Octavia's safety. That and, he had fallen for her.

But that was not the primary concern. He knew he'd lost any chance with her the second she found out how he knew about surprise inspections -- granted, he hadn't expected her to find out any time soon. Especially not like this. "Not unless you promise not to say anything until we've talked.." He knew she owed him nothing; that he shouldn't be asking for promises. "If not for me, then for her." If she was too angry at him to do it for him, then he hoped he could appeal to Braeden's compassionate side to help protect Octavia -- the girl unfamiliar to her. Though he also knew that Braeden was a very by the book guard member. There in lied the risk. Would she give him a chance to explain, to beg her not to tell . . . or would she go straight to the Captain and inform him now that the shock had subsided, and her anger for him grew. "Please."

[Braeden Quinn]

"I can't." She needed to make him! She needed to get out of this room. "Not unless you promise not to say anything until we've talked.." "I owe you nothing!" She told him, enraged he would even ask this of her! "If not for me, then for her." AND WHAT OF HER! What of their baby?! "Please." He said please.

"Don't!" Braeden hissed at him, "Don't you dare ask anything of me!" She wasn't going to make any promises! Apart of her already knew she could never turn him in--it would be killing him. She didn't give a damn about the girl, but she had fallen in love with him. He clearly had his priorities! "Tell me this, Bellamy . . . tell me i am wrong . . . . How many times did you crawl into my bed in hopes that you'd learn when I was coming here next?" Braeden was daring him to admit it now. She knew! She could tell! He had come to her for one reason, and then left as soon as he could! "I don't owe you a damn thing . . . . Now let me go!" Because she was leaving!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She was right. She didn't owe him anything. And he knew he shouldn't be asking things of her. But he couldn't help it. The fear of losing Octavia was so great in his mind, body and soul, that he had to put everything else aside. Including his feelings for Braeden. But, it was not so easily done. He had fallen in love with her. And that was what made this so much worse. She was talking about going into her bed, and in addition to the impact of her words in terms of how they made him feel . . . he also wondered if Octavia could hear, and hoped that she couldn't.

He'd never told her what he'd done, just like he and their mother never told her what Aurora had done. But if she could hear the conversation now, she would know. At least what Bellamy did. "We need to talk," he said, knowing he could not give her an easy answer to that question. "I can't let you go until I have your word." He needed her to understand. "You're right. You don't owe me anything. But I am asking you . . . begging you to give me a chance to at least explain. It doesn't have to be now, but just . . . please, don't say anything to anyone until we've talked." He needed her word. For Octavia's sake. Her life was literally depending on this.

[Braeden Quinn]

"We need to talk," No! They needed to have never begun this! Then she'd have her heart intact, not be knocked up, and not be standing here with that same heart breaking. "I can't let you go until I have your word." Which she wasn't giving on principal alone! She wasn't giving him that comfort right now! She knew she wasn't telling anyone, because she loved him. But right now she wasn't going to make him feel better! "--Please, don't say anything to anyone until we've talked." No.

She pulled her arm from his grip, while turning to fully face him. She assumed he thought she was staying because it was easier then she thought it should have been. "Bellamy, let me be clear. You've made your prioritizes known. I don't have to guess to know that you have a sibling under your floor--just as i don't have to guess that you've been whoring yourself out to me to gain information about when we'd come looking for her, and I was the gullible fool who thought you'd came around for me!" Which was humiliating enough! "But let me explain to you my priority . . . . . I'm pregnant." Ans with that she turned and lunged for the door, storming out of it and down the hall.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy was left standing at the door, Braeden's words not fully processed in his mind. She was pregnant. He was going to be a father. He . . . had no idea what this meant. Furthermore, she had stormed off in a fit of anger -- which was entirely understandable -- and he had no idea where she was going. She could be going straight to the authorities and telling them of Octavia. Deep down, he liked to think that she wouldn't. But that didn't stop the fear that was consuming his body over the thought that she might. She might very well be going to tell someone. Between that, and the latest revelation . . . Bellamy felt his head spinning. But, he needed to handle one thing at a time. And right now, he needed to focus on his sister.

Once he got her out from under the floor, the two of them had a conversation about what had happened. He had to explain things to her that he could easily tell she was far from happy with. But he would do anything to protect his sister. Which only made him feel like a massive failure right now considering he could be the very reason something happened to her. Every moment that passed left Bellamy terrified. Authorities could come barging in at any moment. He hadn't wanted to let Braeden go, but the shock of her news had caused him to loosen his grip on her arm. And she had managed to leave. But to go where? Would she want to talk to him? Would she give him that chance to explain? He . . . they had to. There was a baby involved now which made things even more complicated. How could he care for a child when he had his sister?

He received a message from Braeden that she was willing to talk about things, and Bellamy felt a wave of relief. It meant that she hadn't told anyone yet. He reluctantly left his sister, assuring her he would be back as soon as possible. He sincerely hoped that this wasn't just a way to get him out of the apartment while the authorities came to arrest Octavia . . . but he had to put his trust in Braeden right now. Once he arrived at her place he took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. Things had spiraled out of control and he didn't know how to fix it. He didn't know how to make any of this better . . . but he damn well try to figure out a plan soon. Whether he was ready or not, things were happening.

[Braeden Quinn]

Braeden heard a knock at her door, and she knew who it was. Bellamy. She had been avoiding him since she had found out about the girl in his floor. It was too much to think on, and when he had not let her go--she had thrown the baby in his face. Not her proudest moment but not one she was going to apologize for either. He had made his choice, and the moment he climbed in to her bed with the goal of something besides pleasure--he had been using her.

And she'd just let him.

Braeden walked to the door and opened it. After making sure he was alone she let him in silently, and then shut the door behind him. Her place looked different from when he was last in it. For one, all her work things were not locked up behind the desk in a new filing cabinet. The bed was tucked up, instead of hanging out. She had put away both, making sure he knew that she was aware of what he had done to her. Braeden didn't speak thought, as she just folded her arms over her chest and glared at him. Waiting to see what he would say, because the first thing out of his mouth would direct this night.