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Can we please have a group thread where Braeden can laugh at everyone trying to drive, and wrecking?! LIKE PLEASE!

I can even see Echo sitting back and laughing at the silly skypeople! It can be one of them AUs for the two months between the fall of the mountain and the start of season 3!!

Everything stopped working! Her mind wasn't working, her body wasn't working! She wasn't even sure she could kick start either if she had too! "Damn, Quinn," She felt her lips twitch in a almost smile at his words. Yes! Damn indeed! Her head almost felt dizzy from the effort to breath! The heat making the whole room feel as if she was anywhere but mid-space.

Years ago he had been her first, and he had given her many of her first after that too! Now she had another that could rest on his name! For some reason though the knowledge of that didn't make her panic like it should! Maybe it was because he was distracting her!

He was kissing her again, and she could only kiss him back. It was wonderful! It was as if she was being lifted up! No wait! She was! The lift was moving! "Shit!" She hissed pulling back from the kiss in shock! She'd just sgaeed her boss in public and was about to be caught! "Hit stop!"

Her whole body hurt. When the Ark crash landed, it had hurt, but the pain was a motivator for her. She was alive. The guard was also short staffed, so when she 'asked' Marcus about going he allowed it. She wasn't in charge of the mission, but she was going! He would be going, but there was so much to do on the ground that he stayed. Braeden left her son in the car of Marcus--and also Wick--before moving out with the guard.

The last they had heard from the team on the ground, was they were in hostile territory, but safe. Unity Day--her daughter and husband had been safe! Bellamy even pardoned for his efforts in keeping the kids alive! Now as they approached she felt an egarness that made her grow irritated at their slowness! Which apparently was a good thing. Had they been any faster, or any slower then they would have missed the sounds of a fight. 'Hold your fire' the order was given as they approached but once there she wasn't about to obey. She knew who was there on the ground, and she didn't know who was running at him! She took two shots. The first to stop whomever it was in his tracked, and the second to make sure there was no getting back up.

She began moving forward, slow at first as she looked around for her daughter but then she ran toward him. Her gun dropped from her hands and the belt around it kept it from hitting the ground. Her hands moved up to his blood soaked face but she was afraid to touch him as she didn't know who's blood it was! "Bellamy?!" She cried his name, not even realizing she was crying! Was it his? Where was he hurt? Her hands dropped to encircle his ribs, as she hugged him to her. He was alive! And able to stand and right now she was only grateful!

And afraid! If he looked like this then . . . "Where is she?" She asked, her face against his cheat before she pulled back to look up at him once more. "Were is our daughter?"

Braeden loved her family. Once she had not thought anything would have been enough to make her give up the guard, but that had been for she had a son. For him, she'd have given up the world. And later, when fate stepped and and she became pregnant a second time--she had given up everything. Because she couldn't give up a baby. She had thought she might, but she couldn't. It wasn't in her. So in the end, her and Bellamy lived this life of lies, and she was both grateful, and fearful of it everyday.

Right now, she was grateful. Her children were playing, and Bellamy had just gotten home. He kissed his daughter, and sat beside her. It was then she could tell something on on his mind. She could only tell because she had known him since they were kids. Because she loved him. "Why don't you two make a surprise picture for mommy," His words confirmed it. It was subtle but there. Once the kids were off coloring or building something, Braeden turned to sit sideways on the couch, her legs draped over his lap. Her hand reached out to take his hand in her own and rest them on her lap. "Hey," She said, watching his face. "What's on your mind?" Whatever it was they could face it, as long as they stayed together in this. United.

"Let's not make that a thing," Braeden was laughing at his expense and she didn't care. It was almost too easy to imagine his surprise at finding out! She wished she could have seen it! Poor Bellamy! "What about you? Didn't you have a guy?" He asked and her smile didn't fade, "I wanted adventure and he wanted safety, and my father's approval." She shrugged, "I don't think we were both there for the same reasons." She wasn't regretful. It had been fun, but it hadn't been serious for her. If he got his heart broken, then at least he didn't have to see her again for a while---or ever.

It was about this time that the dropship hit the atmosphere, and it began free falling! The internal gravity felt them from feeling everything, but she felt butterflies in her belly and the wings were like little razors. She tightened her grip on her seat and looked back ahead. "You're friends with that engineer right?" She asked, knowing that any mis-step between a the shoot getting packed wrong, to a calculation error would cause them to crash and die. "He good at his job?"

Bellamy closed his eyes and Braeden paniced for a moment, before he opened them again! "Just keep looking at me!" She told him, and he spoke as well. "Keep . . . pressing," He was talking! That was promising! Braeden felt a bit of hope at his words because if he was ok enough to tell her what to do then maybe they had a chance. "They're a lousy shot," Really? She looked up from his wound to his face with a glare, "A trait I do not share," She told him through clenched teeth.

She heard the doctors behind her and finally Jackson came in and pushed her to the side. Braeden didn't go far as she watched them work over Bellamy. They put him a stretcher, and begin to take him to the OR. She turned to grab her boots (but not bothering to lace them up), and her other gun, before grabbing her coat and shotgun as well. Then she ran after them, catching up quickly. If anyone tried again she was going to stop them.

Once they were outside the surgery room, she ordered someone to find his mother and let her know what happened, but Braeden wasn't leaving until they told her if he was going to live or not. She couldn't go inside the room, but she could see in it. She could hear everything happening. She knew how it was--they had nothing to dull the pain. He'd feel everything.