Chapter Thirteen

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Here we are again ... I'm embarking on a new journey of a fanfiction story. This time, we're going with a post-apocalyptic vibe. I recently watched The 100 on Netflix. I'd been intrigued to write a story based off that show/series of novels. I decided to write it for NaNoWriMo. I'd starting almost halfway through the month, but I'm determined to, at least, get something going.

Chapter Thirteen: On the Ark

Charlie

"Sinclair, when does the window open?"

"A minute, Chancellor," Sinclair replied. "And, sir? In peace may you leave the shore ..."

"In love may you find the next," added Esme.

"Safe passage on your travels," said Alec.

"Until our final journey to the ground," cried Carlisle. "I shall miss you, brother."

"May we meet again," Renee sniffled. "And, we will meet again, Charlie. I love you."

"I love you, too, Ren," I choked out, pressing the buttons to release the Ark. "May we meet again." I disconnected the call and released the Ark from the central ring. The station vibrated with the power of the thrusters. I fell onto my ass, groaning as my injury barked. I monitored its departure, breathing deeply as it cleared the central ring. Scrambling up, I walked to the window as I watched what remained of the Ark descended into the atmosphere. Pressing my hand to the window, I repeated brokenly, "May we meet again."

"Dad?"

I blinked my eyes, trying to reconcile the fact that my daughter was standing before me. She wore a doctor's coat and a warm smile, reminding me of her mother, but a younger version. You're losing your shit, Swan. Bella is on the ground. She's not on the Ark.

"You're not losing it, Dad," Bella snorted. "I'm here. In a sense." I walked over to her, reaching out to touch her, but her form evaporated like a puff of smoke. She reappeared the same way, but standing further away. "I'm in your mind, Dad. I'm just ... I'm here to help you. This is not your end."

"But, baby girl, I deserve this fate," I argued. "I hurt you. I hurt your mother. Let me do this one last thing. This is my penance. My choices broke our family."

"The Ark broke our family. It was overcrowded, overwrought and overused. All in all, the time of the Ark is in the past. Our time on the ground is our future. Now, I'm going to help you join your family so the real Bella can actually forgive you. She might be a hard nut to crack ... In time, though, she will forgive you."

"Ain't that the truth?" I huffed. "My daughter is more stubborn than me."

"And, she's far more brilliant," dream Bella smirked. "That's why your brain conjured me and not, let's say Carlisle or your wife. I can help you get out of this pickle. Have you ever had a pickle? I've heard they're delicious and I want to try one."

"Is this my subconsciousness's way of saying I'm hungry?" I mumbled. "I really am losing my shit."

"No, it's hypoxia," Bella answered. "The air is getting thin up here. I'll be fine. I don't breathe. I'm just a figment of your overactive imagination, but we do need to work fast. After two orbits, the air will become toxic and I hate to say it, you won't make it back to your family."

"How can I get down to the ground, Bells? We don't have any more drop ships and our space suits were destroyed when Aro disengaged the Exodus ship," I frowned.

"Check in the closet next to your office in the command center," Bella whispered, gesturing to her right.

Frowning, I crossed the command center. I tried opening the closet, but it was secured with a locking mechanism. I used my command code; the door slid open. Inside, there was a space suit. What the hell? "How long has this been here?"

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