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The dropship rattled and groaned as it made its descent down to earth. You were strapped in tight, but that didn’t take away from how scared you were. You had grabbed the hand of the nearest person to you, which happened to be Monroe. A girl who, alongside yourself, was also locked up in the skybox. You screamed loudly as the dropship gave another shudder, before finally coming to a halt on the hard ground beneath it.
You breathed out a shaky breath and unclenched your fist from around Monroe’s hand.
“Sorry.” You muttered at her.
“T’is fine.” She responded. After your heart rate had gotten back to an acceptable rhythm, you started working on releasing the seatbelt.
You heard comotion on the floor below yours and as soon as you unbuckled yourself you made your way towards the ladder. You jumped down the last couple of steps and turned around. You were faced with the beauty of earth. The greenery, the small, it all almost became too much for you. How was this possible? How were they breathing in this air and not dying?
“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You mumbled as you noticed the one person you never wanted to see again. “Well, if it isn’t Bellamy Blake.” You said loudly so he would hear. The guy in question looked around for the face that belonged to the voice. His eyes finally met yours as you stepped out into your new world. Others were now also facing you to see what was going on.
“You got me caught.” You said. He raised an eyebrow at you.
“You got yourself caught. I was just the one who brought you in.” He said smugly.
“That’s not something to be proud of around here.” You motioned to the other delinquents.
“I’m on your side.” He said as he noticed the increasingly angry faces around him.
“Maybe down here, but not up there.” You pointed to the ark still high in the sky. “And I don’t see how that makes a difference. You still sided with the guards that threw us in the skybox.”
“All I care about is Octavia, okay?”
“Octavia? Who the fuck is Octavia?” You asked confused.
“My sister.” He said. Multiple shocked gasps were heard.
“You have a…sister?” You asked confused.
“How is that possible?” Someone asked from behind you.
“He’s talking about me.” A girl with long brown hair said. “I’m Octavia.” You looked between the two of them, shock written all over your face.
“You’re the girl they found under the floor.” You said with awe.
“That’s me.” She said awkwardly.
The next couple of days you stayed clear of him, not wanting to see his face. His betrayal hurt you deeply. However today you couldn’t avoid him and you bumped into him on your way to guard duty.
“Y/N.” He said, stopping you in your tracks.
“Bellamy.” You responded. He looked at you for a second, before pulling on your arm and dragging you to a secluded spot. You had to admit, this shaggy hair looked better on him then his slicked back hair ever did.
“What do you want?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
“I only took the job to keep O safe.” Bellamy explained.
“So?” Bellamy looked uncomfortable for a second.
“So, I never intended to get you caught.”
“Then why did you?” You asked, now getting angry. “Why couldn’t you just let me go?”
“Because Shumway had seen the footage, there was no getting around it. If I didn’t do it, I would have lost my job and someone else would have caught you.” You looked at the ground, figuring out what to say, but all you managed to say was, “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay.” And with that you turned around and walked back to your job. You weren’t okay with it, but you also saw that he didn’t have a choice.
“Hey!” He said before you were out of earshot. You turned back around to face him. “I wouldn’t have done anything different if I could do it over again.”
“So you’re not even sorry you got me caught?” Your temper flaring again.
“No,” He said, rubbing a hand over his forehead, “I wouldn’t have met you otherwise.” He said sheepishly.
A slight blush rose to your cheeks. Was he flirting with you? You quickly rolled your eyes at him and made your way back to guard duty. You guys had bigger things to take care of.
When the grounders attacked two weeks later you’re still recovering from the sickness that ravaged the camp as are most of the delinquents. You ran towards the gun cache and armed yourself with a rifle, but you felt yourself shake as you spotted the many grounders now encircling your camp. You aimed your rifle at one of the grounders trying to claw its way in and after taking a big breath you pulled the trigger. The grounder fell motionless to the floor. It shook you to your core, knowing you just killed someone. Knowing it probably won’t be the last time.
All of a sudden you were thrown to the ground. A big grounder stradling you, using his hands to cut off your airflow. You struggled. You grabbed at the ground beside you, trying to grasp the gun that had flown away after his tackle. Trying to grasp anything to help you escape. You started to see black dots in your vision. Your heart beating rapidly in your ears. You were going to die. This was it. You clawed at his hands, trying to squeeze your fingers between his to relieve the pressure on your throat, but nothing seemed to work.
When your eyesight fully disappeared you felt a calm come over you. Maybe dying wasn’t so bad after all. But before you could think about it anymore, the pressure lifted and you took in a big painful breath, clutching at your throat. You scrambled backwards from where you were laying, trying to get as much ground between you and the grounder. You coughed loudly, trying to clear your airway. You rapidly opened and closed your eyes to get your sight back.
Once you could see again you looked for the grounder who had attacked you. The grounder lay unmoving in the grass, blood pouring from a wound on his head. You looked up and noticed Bellamy standing over him with a blood covered rock in his hands.
“Are you okay?” He asked husky. You nodded at him, not trusting your voice. You rubbed at the skin over your throat, probably red and purple from the fight.
“Good.” Bellamy said. He held out a hand for you to grab and you did. You stood shaky on your legs for a second, but found your balance eventually.
“We gotta go.”
“Okay. Where?” You croaked. Bellamy looked around the clearing.
“Bellamy. This way!” Finn yelled from around the camp. He motioned for you to follow through a tunnel you all built just in case of an attack like this. Bellamy pushed you forward with his hand on your lower back, keeping you steady as you trip over a log.
You run until you can’t breathe anymore. Doubling over to get as much air in your lungs as possible. It still hurt from your previous attack, your throat dry and scratchy.
“Let me get a look at that.” Bellamy said. He got closer and waited for your reaction. You nodded and he used his hand to push your chin up so he could have a better look at your neck. His fingers raked over your throat, his touch making you shiver.
“You should cool the area. Try to fight off the swelling.”
“How do we do that?” Finn asked, looking concerned for you.
“We use a piece of cloth and soak it in water. It’s the best we can do.” Bellamy explained.
He tore a strip of his shirt and dunked it in the nearby river. Then he walked over to you.
“Sit.” He said, placing the cloth over your throat as you listened to his order. You leaned your head back so the material would stay on your neck. The coolness of the fabric immediately soothing the skin.
“Oh, that’s nice.” You moaned, your hand reaching up to touch the cloth covered skin.
“We need to find a place to sleep.” Finn said. Bellamy nodded at him and looked around.
“We need to find the others.” You murmured.
“Tomorrow.” Bellamy agreed. “Tomorrow we will go back. For now, we need sleep and time to heal.”
The guys looked for twigs and started a small fire. You had nothing to eat, but you weren’t even sure if your throat could handle it anyway. As night fell you lay down on the cold and hard ground. Bellamy sat on a log, poking a stick into the fire every so often. He looked over at you and smiled.
“Sleep. I’ll watch over you.” And as scared of him you were up in the Ark, you felt as safe down here. You noticed that Finn had also already laid down and you wondered if Bellamy was going to take watch all night or if you should offer to switch half way through. But before you could even form the words your eyes had already closed and your mind was taken over by a heavy fog.
The following day you woke up to the sun rising above the threes. Dew covered the forest around you. You looked around, noticing only Finn hanging around your campfire.
“Where’s Bellamy?”
“Here.” He said, stepping out of the trees, “Just getting us some berries for breakfast.” He said after he popped on in his mouth. He handed you a handful and the rest he gave to Finn.
“How’s your throat feeling?” You took one of the berries and started chewing on it, trying to smush it as much as possible, knowing it would go down rough. Finally you swallowed and flinched in pain when the berry went down.
“Could be better.”
“We should get to camp. Clarke could look at it for you. Maybe she has another idea.” You tried another berry, but as it hurt just as much as the first one, you handed the leftover ones to Finn who was wolfing them down as if he hadn’t eaten in days.
“Yeah, let’s go. No use in hanging around.” You said. Bellamy gave you a hand, helping you up.
“Do you think the grounders are still there?” Finn wondered aloud.
“We were strong. I’m sure we survived the fight. They must have at least retreated once they knew they weren’t going to win.” Bellamy assured.
Your trek back to camp was long, your body tired, your neck sore. But what you saw as you entered the camp froze you to your spot. The ground was littered with burned bodies. And you couldn’t tell whether they were friendly or foe.
“Holy shit. Raven must have been able to fire the rockets, burn them fuckers alive.” Finn said, impressed.
“Let’s just hope none of our people were involved.” You interjected. You slowly made your way through the field of bodies to the dropship. You grabbed the flap that was hanging from the ceiling and pushed it aside. Immediately you stepped backwards as a gun was trained on you.
“Raven!” You said surprised.
“Y/N! Thank god, I thought you were one of them.” You noticed she looked terrible. Her skin clammy and she was shivering.
“What happened to you?”
“I got shot.”
“Shot?” You furrowed your brows at her. “That means it was one of us who’s done this.” Raven only nodded, not giving you a name. Both Bellamy and Finn walked in behind you. Finn ran up to Raven, who was writhing on the ground in pain.
“Where are the others?” Bellamy asked as he looked around the dropship.
“They’ve been taken.”
“Taken? By who?” He asked again.
“I don’t know. They used this gas to make us pass out. I must not have made the cut.” Raven said as Finn helped her sit up.
“Whoever is in there, show yourself.” A male voice yelled from outside. All four of you turned to the entrance. Bellamy grabbed Raven’s gun and slowly walked out the dropship. You could hear muffled talking from outside. You decided to go investigate on your own, making your way towards Bellamy.
“Councilman Kane.” You said softly, not sure if you were seeing things right. Last you knew all the Arkers were still up in the sky.
“Yes, Miss Y/L/N. We’ve made it to earth.” He knew who you were from your sentencing.
“Are you okay?” Abby Griffin asked as she looked at your neck. You remembered her from your visit to the hospital wing a couple months back.
“I will be.”
“Have you seen Clarke?” She asked hopeful.
“Not since last night. Raven said they were taken. Speaking of Raven, she needs medical attention.” You said, motioning for her to follow you inside the dropship. Abby immediately went to work.
You had made your way back outside again, standing next to Bellamy, having a conversation with Kane.
“Do you have a camp?” you asked full of hope.
“We do.” Kane nodded at you. “We’re gonna get you back safe and then start looking for your friends.” You and Bellamy shared a look. You didn’t know if you could trust Kane. He was one of the people that had decided the 100 were dispensable.
Kane made his way into the dropship, wanting to get a look at Raven himself. You and Bellamy stayed outside. Bellamy raked a hand through his hair, clearly agitated. You snaked your fingers in between his hand and squeezed once, letting him know you were there for him. He turned to face you.
“I should have been here.”
“You did good, Bellamy. Without you I wouldn’t be standing here right now.”
“I should be with the others. Wherever they are.”
“We will find them and bring them home.”
“How?”
“We will find a way.” He was looking away from you and you used your other hand to make him face you. “You did good.” He looked so broken and your heart shattered for him. He had taken his leadership hard, promising to keep them all safe. And now here he was in a field surrounded with burned bodies not knowing if his friends were safe.
“Hey.” You said, grabbing both sides of his face so he was looking you in the eye. “Stop being so hard on yourself.” Bellamy’s eyes switched between looking at your eyes and lips. You wet your lips and before you knew it, the two of you were kissing. His lips rough against yours. One of your arms wrapped around his neck, the other still on his cheek. Bellamy’s arms engulfed your body, pulling you even closer.
Thinking about it now, you wouldn’t change getting caught either. Otherwise you wouldn’t have met Bellamy Blake. And that would have been a shame.