A/N I know this is a cop out chapter and a filler, but I needed to get it out. I had a chapter sitting on my computer for a year and a half that was going to be chapter 17, but I just completely remade the entire section of the story. I hope you guys enjoy this bit, and I'll be back soon.

Jordan headed out to his guard post to take over for Daniel. He rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the sleepiness. His ribs were sore from Daniel kicking him, getting him to wake up for guard duty. He was grumbling to himself and started to walk the perimeter of the camp. Halfway through, he almost kicked something, going to sidestep until he looked closer. Not something, someone. There was a body lying at his feet.

"Fuck," Jordan kneeled to look, trying to figure out if it was one of them or not, and if it was breathing. It was obviously a female, because her hair was long and her body was small. He had to put his fingers on her neck to see if she was even alive, and he found a very slow heartbeat. So she was alive, just unconscious. He moved her hair out of her face, and swore again. It was the girl that they'd been looking for, the one that was always seen with either Bellamy or Miller. Most of the camp thought she was fucking one of them, or both. Everybody had their theories. Jordan personally went with she was fucking Bellamy, because most girls went with him over Miller. Simple fact. Back to the task at hand. He also knew that she hated being touched, but he didn't have any other choice. He picked her up, and she stayed unconscious as he carried her, thankfully. He couldn't help but notice that she weighed practically nothing. She was a small girl, but she felt like she was just bones.

"Get Bellamy. It's her," Jordan told the first person he saw when he got into camp, a girl named Monroe. He liked her because she wasn't annoying, and didn't ask questions. Monroe nodded, her eyes wide, and ran off towards Bellamy's tent. Jordan carried her straight to the dropship, where he assumed they'd want her to be. He wasn't even at the dropship when Bellamy ran over to him.

"Give me her," Bellamy ordered needlessly; Jordan was already handing her over. Bellamy took her easily. "Get back to your post." Jordan nodded and left, leaving Bellamy with the girl. Bellamy hurried into the dropship, putting her down on one of the makeshift beds in there. He brushed her hair out of her face, to make sure Monroe wasn't lying.

"You're alive," he muttered, looking at her, taking in her appearance. He felt like he could breathe, now that he was actually looking at her, not relying on false hope. He sat next to her, his back against the wall as she slept. Bellamy had no idea what to say to her when she woke up. Welcome back sounded too much like something the princess would say. Happy you're alive sounded too morbid. Maybe morbid was right. She was already skin and bones, and likely hadn't eaten the entire time she was gone. She'd been gone for only 8 days.

"Bellamy?" Clarke walked into the dropship, interrupting his train of thought. "Is that Sawyer?" Clarke asked, rushing over to her. She looked her over quickly, wanting to examine her further.

"Is she asleep?" Clarke asked him and he shrugged. Clarke huffed, and checked her pulse. "It's too slow. She might've been given a sedative."

"What can I do?" Bellamy asked her, his voice sounding rough. He hated the way that it sounded; weak, fragile. Clarke pretended not to notice, but he cleared his throat and moved on.

"Wait for her to wake up," Clarke told him, and he didn't look pleased with her response, but looked back to Sawyer. They say in silence for a minute before the Princess opened her mouth again. "You love her, don't you?"

"Get out, Princess," Bellamy told her and she smiled to herself before getting up and walking out.

It was a few hours before she stirred. Her breathing and heartbeat had both picked up, and Bellamy was still watching her. Octavia had been going in and out of the dropship, and Bellamy knew that she was staying away mostly because of him. To give him space with her. Miller came in once, but Bellamy gave him such a harsh glare that he didn't think of coming back. She woke up with a start, jolting up into a sitting position. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her eyes felt like they were glued shut. Bellamy could see that she was shaking, and wanted to reach out to touch her, but decided against it.

"Sawyer?" he said quietly, and he saw all of her muscles tense. Her breath stopped for a moment, and she forced herself to start breathing once more.

- Sawyer -

The hallucinations are back. Of course they are. They're all dead. Sawyer knew that if she opened her eyes, she would see Bellamy. And while that was an attractive sounding proposition, it caused physical pain in her heart. She was surprised at how much she could feel, considering her brain was still foggy from the sedative they'd given her. She rubbed her eyes, and tried to breathe. It was then that she noticed the distinctive smell of fresh air, or the lack of hospital smell. Her heart leapt, but she knew that she couldn't get her hopes up. She was probably dreaming. But since when did she have pleasant dreams? Sawyer forced her eyes open, and didn't see the inside of her prison for the first time in… she had no idea how long.

If it was a dream, or a hallucination, it was one hell of one. The details of the inside of the dropship were perfect, and as she turned to look at Bellamy, he even flinched appropriately. Sawyer wasn't sure exactly what she looked like, but if it was anything how she felt, it was complete hell. When her eyes opened, Bellamy saw how the past 8 days had truly affected her in her eyes. Eyes are the window to the soul, and hers were screaming that they were wounded. They only contained a mild pain, buried underneath the walls that Sawyer put up constantly. The walls that Bellamy had hoped had been knocked down before she disappeared.

"Sawyer?" the two of them turned quickly toward the doorway, Sawyer flinching as the movement strained the wounds on her body. She saw Octavia standing there, the sight of her tugging at her heartstrings. Is this actually real? "You're awake!" Sawyer nodded and Octavia ran up closer, and almost threw her arms around Sawyer before thinking twice. "How long has she been awake without you telling us?" Octavia asked Bellamy and he shrugged.

"Only a few minutes," his voice sounded rough, and it reminded Sawyer of the night that she was taken. How long ago was that now? She didn't bother asking, because her dreams - she'd decided that it was a dream, since hallucinations couldn't be this elaborate - would only how as much as she did. Unfortunately, her dream self still had the same amount of wounds that her real self had. Her body was shooting with pain, and she wished she were asleep once more.

"It's been 8 days, Bellamy, you weren't the only person that missed her," Octavia snapped, and sat down on the bed next to Sawyer. Well that answers my question. "Where have you been?" Octavia asked Sawyer, and she swallowed roughly. It'd been a long while since she'd spoken, and Octavia handed her water that she drank eagerly.

"Mount Weather," Sawyer was eventually able to say. If it's a dream, the least I can do is make the most of it. Bellamy and Octavia looked shocked, from what she could tell. She was too.

"So you were taken?" Bellamy asked at the same time Octavia said "I told you Lincoln didn't have her." Bellamy's face darkened at the mention of the Grounder, and Sawyer shrugged. She saw guilt on Bellamy's face, and was curious about that. Why would her dream make Bellamy guilty? What would he have to be guilty about? Bellamy ignored Octavia who was staring pointedly at him.

"Did you think I left?" Sawyer asked quietly, and both of them looked down in what looked like shame. Great, people can't believe in me even in my dreams. She knew that it was ridiculous that something like that could offend her, considering that was the original reason why she fell behind. That, and that she was hurt, of course. But as far as they knew, she was planning on staying. Sawyer sighed and crossed her legs. "Great, one more way my subconscious can torture me." Both Bellamy and Octavia looked at her strangely, and Sawyer rolled her eyes.

"What do you mean, 'subconscious'?" Bellamy asked, and Sawyer shrugged, not wanting to explain to her dreams why it's a dream. It was pointless, and she'd already wasted more of her breath than usual. "Sawyer." Bellamy said her name to gain her attention, and Sawyer looked back up to him.

"It's obvious. You're both dead, I'm dreaming, and I'm going to wake up to yet another day of being branded like an animal," Sawyer spoke monotonously, and Octavia's eyes widened at her mentioning of being branded. Bellamy looked away.

"You're not dreaming. You're actually back at the camp, Sawyer," Octavia tried to convince her, and Sawyer scoffed.

"It's impossible. You're dead, this camp is gone, and it's my fault," Sawyer slowly got quieter, until she was muttering. "I killed you."

"Hey! You're awake!" Clarke walked in, and Sawyer's eyes snapped to her.

"Get out," Bellamy spoke instantly, wishing to have more time to understand what Sawyer was trying to communicate. What did she mean, that she killed them? He had to know.

"No." Clarke came and stood at the foot of the bed. "I'm not leaving. What's going on?"

"Sawyer thinks it's a dream and that she killed all of us. Oh, and she was in Mount Weather where she was apparently tortured." Octavia spoke quickly, and when they looked at her, she shrugged. "Just catching her up."

"Okay…" Clarke said slowly, and looked to Sawyer. "Do you have any wounds that need to be looked at?"

"Probably," was Sawyer's response. She began to do a mental check-up of herself, and thought. Everything was so… Normal. If it was real, would she really be this calm? Or would it give her some sort of permanent damage? Her brain began flashing, everything from when she was gone playing before her mind. She wanted to throw up.

"Sawyer?... Sawyer!" She jumped at the sound of someone calling her name - Octavia? She opened her eyes that she didn't realize she'd closed. "You okay?"

"I'm fairly certain that she's not okay, so if you two could leave so I could examine her, that would be great," Clarke spoke up, and Octavia wrinkled her nose before squeezing Sawyer's hand and leaving. "Bellamy, you too."

"I'm not leaving," was Bellamy's response. It was first he'd spoken in minutes; he'd been quietly observing Sawyer. She was different, that was for sure. She'd been changed, and it was too soon to know how.

"Bellamy, go." He reluctantly stood up.

"I'll be just outside, okay?" Sawyer nodded at Bellamy, and watched him as he left. This has to be real. There's just no way that something like this can exist and not be real… which also means that everything they told me wasn't true. They probably didn't burn the camp down, either. Clarke approached Sawyer, and she knew that she had to show her the wounds now, taking a deep breath. She turned her back to Clarke and lifted her shirt, showing her the majority of her back. To her credit, Clarke didn't make a noise, and if it looked anything like it felt, it was quite a feat.

"They're deep, but they're mostly okay. It looks like they… sealed them somehow-"

"They cauterized them, if that's what you mean." Sawyer knew that Clarke's face was likely green. She pulled her shirt down, knowing that there was no further need for Clarke to look at her back. And she also knew that she desperately needed some sort of bath.

"Other than being deep, just keep an eye on them. But they look fine." Clarke looked relieved that something was going to be fine around the camp.

Before she could stop herself, Sawyer began speaking. "Did anything happen to the camp?"

"What?" Clarke asked dumbly.

"While I was gone," she clarified. Clarke shook her head, and Sawyer had the sudden overwhelming realization that everything she'd been told over the last apparently 8 days - it felt like a lifetime - that she was gone was a lie. She blacked out.