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A new world. A new home.

A new disaster.

"Sun poisoning," Bellamy explains grimly, leading her in the deep, dark cavern with a torchlight. It's still the middle of the day, cascading radiant white and smelling like juniper berries. "It acts like an infection. We can't have any direct contact for the next twelve hours or the the radiation will destroy every living cell." They have been trying to desperately find shelter since Raven announced the oncoming catastrophe, only permitting that Clarke and Bellamy know the more frightening details.

Bellamy tells her eventually. He isn't very good at keeping secrets from his little sister.

Octavia can glimpse every rigid and crease on Bellamy's troubled features as they settle down on the cave boulders and wait this hell out, and she's tired of hiding. Always hiding and never getting to live with him.

She kisses Bellamy's chapped, soft mouth, her eyes glaring, hot and bright. Sweat drips from her pores, glistening down her upper, muscular back where Bellamy cradles his hands against her, their hips colliding noisily, repeatedly. Octavia lies on top of him, naked and smiling and quietly grunting.

He told her before that Octavia's death wouldn't hurt him — but he lied. Bellamy is a good liar, Octavia thinks silently. But it doesn't matter. She's warm and full of Bellamy. Octavia doesn't want to think about their flesh burning, peeling off at the marrow, dying with their blood escaping their mouths.

All she needs is her brother — he's her responsibility.

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The 100 isn't mine. Did you know,,, that Jupiter is big enough to fit 1,000 Earths inside it? And that Earth is the densest planet in the solar system? Kooky!