@betterthaanhim || Starter 2/2

Bryan hadn’t meant to walk away from Nathan like that; everything was just so overwhelming at the moment, that he’d needed time to breath and gather his thoughts, more so than he had just on the ride back. He’d been determined that they couldn’t leave their people behind; they couldn’t let them die, not when there was a chance to save them at the moment. He didn’t understand how Miller couldn’t see that, or how he could have been okay with leaving friends behind and leaving the chance that they might never get the chance again to save them.

He’d walked around Arkadia and the outside woods for what felt like hours; aimless and just trying to focus his mind. Going back to Ice Nation and facing the people who’d killed Monty’s father, his own father, and many of the others in Farm Station had been difficult. Not to mention seeing an old friend again, and having the second chance to save him. Maybe though, he’d just been too focused on what they could do today, and not what they could do in the long term for their people. Was that what Miller was thinking?

Somehow, he finally ended up back at the door to their room. No matter how upset he was that Miller hadn’t sided with him like Harper had, and no matter how stressed he was that he’d had to walk away, it was never forever. He loved Nathan more than he could even express, and he wasn’t about to just let that go without talking about it. They’d gotten through worse, after all; getting separated when Nathan was arrested, getting separated when the other was sent to earth, spending months not knowing if the other was alive or not, and all the drama with Pike and the chip; they could survive this.

Taking a deep breath, Bryan put his hand on the door and slowly pushed it open, taking a slow step inside the room, just to make sure that he didn’t scare Miller, or get something thrown at him. “… Nate?” He spoke up softly, hoping the other wasn’t angry at him for walking away like that, “… Can we talk? Please?” He entered the room completely, closing the door behind him.

@betterthaanhim || Starter ½

The day felt like it had gone on forever; between classes, chores, and helping his parents, Bryan couldn’t wait for the moment his mother gave him leave to go see Nathan. Getting to spend time with his boyfriend was his favorite part of the day, even more so than getting to help with the farming. Soon enough his mother told him to go with a chuckle, and the boy seemed to bounce out of the room and towards Alpha Station.

He brushed a spot of dirt off of his pants as he went, taking a deep breath. No matter how many times he went to Alpha Station to see Nathan, he always felt self-conscious about his appearance; he was just a boy from Farm Station after all. Even if the other’s father accepted them, he still wanted to make a good impression, not look like a complete mess. Smiling, he bounced down the hallway towards the Miller’s room.

Knocking, he stood back and took a deep breath as he waited on the door to be answered. He shuffled on his feet a little, trying not to look so antsy. When Mr. Miller answered it, he smiled shyly, always a little intimidated by the man. “Hello, Mr. Miller,” He stated softly, “Is Nathan here?”

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Bryan had always known that Miller was what he wanted to see right before he died; only, he’d always assumed that it’d be on the Ark, peacefully at an old age, and together, not like this. Never like this.

He and some of the others had been in one of the groups headed towards Polis, waiting to see if they could get into the bunker, when they’d been captured by Grounders. Ice Nation, of course, he thought bitterly, it always had to be Ice Nation. They’d been grabbed and dragged towards a building, not killed on sight like Bryan would have assumed at first. Maybe they were being used as leverage, or maybe an exchange.

Whatever it was, Bryan had no idea. He didn’t speak grounder.

Once they were dragged inside, they’d been tossed into a cell that had others in it. Bryan hadn’t gotten to look at first, stumbling and landing hard with a grunt as he was shoved inside. He winced and pushed himself back up, grateful at least that they hadn’t left their hands bound, so he could get up. It was then that he heard the last thing he’d expected.

“…Bry?”

His head shot up, knowing that voice, and his heart sped up. “Nate?” He managed out, looking in shock at seeing the older boy sitting a couple of feet away on the floor, looking just as stunned to see him there. Bryan didn’t even wait for Miller to say anything else. He was scrambling up and over to him, practically tackling the other in a hug, feeling Nate’s arms around him and wanting to cry.

“God, I missed you…”

It’s Miller’s words, but Bryan feels like the other is speaking for both of them; he’d missed the other so much, hated not being able to make things right with him, and yet somehow they’d still been reunited. They would always be reunited, he thought, they’d survived it before, they’d survived it now, they would if anything else ever happened. Miller was his soulmate, that was all there was to it. They could do this.

He was so wrapped up in holding onto Miller and reveling in the feeling of the other’s arms around him, that he was the last one to realize that one of the grounders had re-entered the room; but he was the first one to be grabbed and yanked back by the grounder. Stumbling and franticly trying to hold onto Miller, he was pulled away and forced to his knees in the center of the room, facing the grounder.

The man was speaking, but Bryan had no clue what it was. He must have looked absolutely clueless, until he recognized two words, ‘Farm Station’. His face instantly changed, fury and anger replacing the confusion as he glared at this man. The grounder took that as confirmation it seemed, and reached into his belt, pulling out a knife.

“NO!”

Bryan had been focused on the knife, until he heard Miller cry out, and turned his head to see a couple of the others grab Nathan and hold him back from leaping forward. He turned towards him, moving as if to go to his side, but the grounder reached out, grabbing him by the hair and yanking him back towards him, making Bryan cry out.

“Let go of me! Farm Station did nothing to you, you’re the ones who attacked us first!” He yelled out at the grounder, assuming that was what the other was mad about, assuming that’s why he’d gotten the knife pulled on him, assuming that was why the grounder had grabbed him… and why that knife was now being pressed to his throat.

“Bryan, shut up!”

He heard Miller yell at him, sure that the other was wanting him to stop speaking, to stop giving the grounder more reasons to go after him. It was the logical thing to do, but Bryan couldn’t help it. He hated Ice Nation, and he hated what they’d done to his people. But the knife pressing against his skin made it impossible for him to keep arguing, even though he wanted to.

He could hear the grounder speaking again, harsh words that Bryan couldn’t understand. Someone else was speaking up, someone that seemed to know grounder language and trying to bargain for him or something. He couldn’t see the person, unable to move his head with the knife there.

Instead, he focused solely on Miller.

Eyes locked on his boyfriend’s, Bryan tried to stay strong and to stay quiet. He could feel the cold blade against his neck, and he shivered lightly. He was getting scared though, and he could tell Miller was as well, because the conversation didn’t’ seem to be going well, and Bryan wasn’t sure if he should try and chance it by grabbing for the blade, with how close it was to his throat.

It seemed he didn’t have a chance to do it anyway, because the next second, the grounder’s hand was moving, and the knife was cutting across his neck in an agonizingly painful cut. Bryan didn’t even have time or the ability to scream in pain. The last thing he saw as everything went black and his body fell to the floor, was the horror and pain on Miller’s face.

‘I’m sorry Nate… I love you…’

@betterthaanhim || Continued from Here

“I’m sorry,” Bryan can’t help the apology again, hating thinking that Miller hadn’t been sure if he’d come back or not. “I just…” He takes a shaky breath, closing his eyes and leaning into the other’s touch a little, “I needed time to cool down. Just… it was hard, and I shouldn’t have taken my emotions out on you.”

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Bryan’s eyes fluttered open, and it took him a moment to realize where he was, and why there was a warm arm slung around his waist. Nate. He chuckled softly at hearing the soft snore coming from his boyfriend, and leaned up just a little to place a kiss against the older boy’s forehead. He couldn’t describe the way his heart leapt at waking up next to Nate again; knowing that they’d made up, and that things were going to be alright. He didn’t move to get up; instead quietly admiring the features on Nate’s face, hand moving up to absently start playing with the other’s hair, tracing soft patterns. He was careful, not wanting to wake him up, wanting to let the other rest.