Chapter Text
Bellamy was ten years old the first time it happened. He was sitting in his normal seat in the back of the classroom, laughing at something his friend Miller was saying. Miller’s name wasn’t actually Miller. It was Nathan Miller, but for some reason, he had always gone by Miller. The only people who ever called him Nathan were his parents and teachers. To his friends, he was Miller. He was Bellamy’s best friend. Miller was the only other person, besides Octavia, that Bellamy actually liked. Even at ten years old, he barely tolerated people. His mother worked three jobs, leaving Bellamy to take care of his four-year-old sister. He even got to name her when she was born. Octavia was the light of his life. Everything he did was for her. He worked hard in school for her because he knew he was going to have to get a good job and take care of her when he was old enough. He learned how to cook, too, because his mother was almost always gone. With three jobs, she was almost never home, and when she was home, she was too tired to do anything but sleep. Bellamy didn’t mind, though, it’s where he got his work ethic from.
”Bellamy!” Miller shouted, shaking his arm.
Bellamy had checked out. Suddenly it was like he wasn’t even in the classroom anymore. All he could see was snow and he was in a sled. But it wasn’t him. His vision kept going back and forth between the classroom and the sled in the snow. He could see two small hands in mittens gripping the edge of the sled tightly. He could hear excited squealing, too, but then someone was shouting. Suddenly, the sled hit a tree and Bellamy was on the floor. He was out cold for an entire minute before he came to, surrounded by his teacher and his classmates.
”Bell? You okay?” Miller asked, concern etched on his face.
”What happened?” Bellamy asked, reaching for one of the desks to lift himself up to his feet. His head hurt and he was dizzy. The teacher, Mr. Shumway, reached out for him as he nearly fell over again.
”Nathan, take Bellamy to the nurse’s office, please” he told the boy, letting Miller put his arm under Bellamy’s and led his friend out of the classroom.
”What happened?” Miller asked, as they walked down the hall.
”I don’t know, passed out I guess,” Bellamy shrugged.
The nurse told Bellamy to rest for a while and let Miller head back to class. Bellamy wasn’t sure what happened, but it wasn’t anything like anything he had ever experienced before. It was weird and he really hoped it never happened again. It wasn’t something he wanted to explain to his mother.
~~~~
Clarke loved sledding. Her dad, Jake, took for her for the first time when she was four years old and she spent the entire winter sledding. She couldn’t wait for winter to come back around again. She was five now, and her dad said that she could go down the bunny hill by herself this year. As she and her dad made their way to the top of the hill, she couldn’t contain her excitement.
”I want to try the big hill!” she shouted.
”Maybe next year, kiddo,” Jake laughed. ”Ready, Clarke?” He asked, holding the sled down so Clarke could get on.
”I’m ready, dad!” she yelled, excitedly. She climbed onto the sled and held on to the front of it.
Her dad pushed her and she let out an excited squeal as she went down the hill, but all of a sudden, she wasn’t in the sled. She was looking at… what was that? A desk? She saw hands that weren’t hers holding on to a desk she wasn’t sitting at. She lost her traction and the sled veered left.
”Clarke! Clarke, slow down!” her dad yelled from the top of the hill.
The sled hit a tree and Clarke flew head first into it. She woke up a few hours later with stitches on her head and her parents hovering over her, worrying. She wasn’t entirely sure what happened, but it didn’t really matter. She got ice cream on the way home, so she thought the stitches were worth it.
~~*~~
Five years later, it happened again. She was with her best friend, Wells Jaha, and they were playing on the swings at the park. They were trying to see which one of them could jump off the swings the farthest and the loser had to do the winner’s homework for a week. Clarke always lost, but the truth was, she liked doing homework. Wells knew this and he exploited it every single time.
”Come on, Clarke, I’m even going easy on you!” Wells laughed.
Wells always jumped off first and landed a few feet away from the swings. He jumped up to his feet and waited there for Clarke to jump after him. She swung her legs a few times to try to get better distance when suddenly she wasn’t on the swings anymore. It was exactly like that time when she was five and she went sledding. She never talked about it afterward. She never even went back to the place the accident happened. She could see the park, and she could see Wells, but she could also see a parking lot. There were boys and they looked mad.
”Who is that?” Clarke asked, confused.
”Who said that?” the voice was unfamiliar, and it belonged to a boy, one that definitely wasn’t at the park with her and Wells.
”Who is who, Clarke?” Wells asked, looking around. When he looked back at Clarke, she looked like she was looking somewhere far away.
One of the angry boys threw a punch and Clarke shrieked. She fell off the swing and landed on her leg, breaking it in the process. Wells ran off to find an adult and not long after, she was on her way to the hospital. A few hours later, her parents took her home with a bright pink cast on her leg and even got ice cream on the way. Clarke decided she didn’t like breaking bones, but the ice cream was definitely worth it.
~~*~~
Bellamy was having some trouble with some assholes at school. He was fifteen and rebelling. He got in too deep and decided he didn’t want to fuck around anymore. His new ‘friends’ didn’t take too kindly to that, so they decided they were going to jump him. He met them in the parking lot behind the grocery store. Bellamy didn’t care, he would fight them if he had to, but he was hoping that it wouldn’t come to that. They were pissed, he knew they would be, but he was still hoping it wouldn’t end in a fight.
”Look Blake, you owe us some money. Just because you don’t wanna do this anymore doesn’t mean you don’t gotta pay us,” one of the guys said.
”I’ll get you the money, okay? I don’t want any trouble,” Bellamy said, putting his hands up.
”Who is that?” it was a young girl’s voice, but there weren’t any little girls around.
”Who said that?” Bellamy asked, looking around, a little panicked.
”Are you fucking with us, Blake?” the guy asked.
”No, guys listen – “ he started, but the guy was already throwing a punch. Just as his fist connected with his face, Bellamy heard a girl scream. He was knocked out cold and didn’t wake up again for a couple hours, still behind the grocery store, feeling like he’d been beaten up. Well yeah, that just happened, but who the hell was the girl??