Title: Going Through Hell
Author: Emo Barbie
Rating: T
Summary: After the disappearance of Octavia, Bellamy turns his anger and blame onto Jasper, forcing a dramatic change in his life and sends them all into a chaotic downward spiral of rage, uneasy truces, and misplaced compassion.
Main Pairing: Eventual Bellamy/Jasper
Other Pairings: Jasper/Octavia, Bellamy/Raven, Monty/Raven and of course Canon pairings.
Ext: (Chapter 1 and 2 circles around unseen and "sorta scene" events in Episode 6. Chapter 3 is where the actual fic will really begin)
This fic strives around the idea I got after watching episode 6, where Jasper actually only goes to search for Octavia because Bellamy threatens him, instead of doing it out of his own courage. I'm not sure how far this will actually follow along with the series though, It might follow along the plot lines of Season 1, but I am not the biggest fan of season 2, so you'll just have to read to find out. (I also know this kinda comes out Choppy, but since I was just kinda picking out scenes from the episode without really typing out the entire episode it will be. Once Chapter 3 comes along the choppiness should be gone and it should flow a little more smoother.
Despite everything I have seen and read for the fandom of The 100, I have come to be disappointed in the very lack there-of of the one pairing I have come to admire. Bellamy/Jasper. Some might find it an odd pairing, but I fell for these two, and after they hug, I came to find their personalities more and more intriguing together. Besides, Jasper never gets the girl, so why the fuck not get the #1 play boy in the entire camp? And I mean come on? If you finally look at it, with these two together it's like NO ONE gets let out :I (At least the main characters) Everyone's got someone, everyone's happy. Regardless, I have decided to make my own fanfic, in hopes that others might join me in these two. The more fics the merrier!
Going Through Hell
Chapter 1
"Have you seen my sister?" Jasper practically walked into the broad chest of Bellamy as the younger male attempted to step out of his tent, the man questioning him as he effortlessly blocked his path.
"What? No, why?" Jasper turned a confused look up at the other, to his surprise finding Bellamy giving him a scrutinizing look, like he believed Jasper was lying.
"She's gone."
"She's what?" Jasper tried to shove past Bellamy once more, his head already trying to see around the broader male, his eyes searching in an attempt to spot Octavia somewhere in camp, as if Bellamy had just overlooked her.
Bellamy's glare only hardened on him as he stood fast to his spot, forcing Jasper to step back again and turn his attention on him once more. Which he did, only to quickly turn to stare down at the ground.
"W-well, then we should go looking for her. I think she was going out to find yo-"
"Going out?" The self proclaimed leader suddenly barked. "Why did you let her leave camp?"
"What?" Jasper asked once more, blinking before shaking his head. "I'm not going to tell her what to do." He wasn't her keeper. He wasn't Bellamy.
"Why the hell didn't you go with her then?!"
He opened his mouth to respond, to defend his decision, but found himself standing there like a fish; stuttering on air, his bottom lip quivering. It didn't take long for Bellamy to put the pieces together, anger flashing across his features.
"Let me guess, you didn't have the balls to man up and actually go past the fucking wall?!" He snapped, shoving Jasper further back into the tent, proceeding to follow after him as he got into his face. "And now she's out there because of you!" He jammed a finger into his chest, Jasper continuing to stumble backwards until he hit the makeshift table that took up most of the shared tent between him and Monty. Of course it made a nice canopy bed, so he wasn't truly complaining. Besides, Monty needed a work table, despite the cramped space, and it had given them a tent all to themselves. "You coward!"
He was quickly pulled from his thoughts as Bellamy continued, only for Jasper to come to the scary conclusion that Bellamy was really close, like close-close, close enough to kill him without too much effort. "I looked past her doting on you because I figured she just felt sorry for you. I figured, it couldn't be too bad, because you were a decent guy. How much trouble could she get into?" He felt like he should have been prideful or honored that the man thought him "decent. That he was actually looking past the fact that he was after Octavia, because he thought that he was good for her. But, after a split second, it was quickly squashed down with fear and shame by the others words. "Man up and stop being such a child! Anyone else would have followed her, would have never let her walk past those gates alone. She was better off with Atom. At least he was man enough to take care of her." Bellamy glared at him, studying him for a second, gauging him for a reaction, or debating whether or not he was worth killing.
Jasper bit back a whimper, his eyes wide as he gulped down his fear, but instead of a punch to the face he found a rusty rebar being thrust into his hand. "You're coming with us." Bellamy gave a curt order, making it perfectly clear that there was no going against him. He leaned in, his voice turning into a low growled out snarl, like an angry dog to a potential threat; that though he didn't want to attack, he had every intention on doing so if the other stepped out of line. And Jasper wasn't keen on testing to see if it was true. "And if anything happens to her, I will make sure you wish Murphy or that Grounder had killed you."
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"Hey, everybody! Gather 'round and grab a weapon!" Bellamy called out as he threw down a thick cloth. The blanket unraveling to reveal a pile of homemade melee weapons. "My sisters been out there alone for 12 hours. Arm up. We're not coming back without her."
Jasper watched as the search party began to pick up the weapons, Jasper moving to cradle the rebar in his hands, willing the fears clawing at him towards the back of his mind. It wasn't much compared to the the other weapons, but it was something. Maybe Bellamy knew this and wasn't giving him a good weapon on purpose. Like he was hoping Jasper would be attacked by whatever grounders might be out there lurking for them, and though he wasn't willing to send him out there completely unprotected, he wasn't wasting a real weapon on him either.
Or, maybe Jasper was just over thinking things.
He took a deep breathe as he let his head fall, shuffling his feet as he moved past the line of people grabbing weapons to join the rest of the "ready" search party. He was stopped in his tracks however, by a hand grabbing onto his arm, finding Clarke tilting her head and leaning down to meet his eyes.
"Hey, Jasper, you don't have to do this." He turned up to look at her, despite trying to hide it he could tell it was clearly shown on his face; his fear, plain as day. "You haven't left camp since we brought you back."
Jasper quickly averted his eyes back down towards the ground, unable to meet hers as he tried to hide the sudden shame that quickly clouded over and mingled in with the fear that dwelled there. "Clarke," his voice came out in a whisper, almost like he didn't want anyone else to hear, "I need to do this." It wasn't really a lie. He did believe he should be out there looking for Octavia as well. After all, Bellamy was right, he shouldn't have let her go off alone like that. But she had claimed she needed to speak to her brother. Still, he felt ashamed for the feeling of relief that had set in when she clarified that she wanted to speak to him "alone". Though that still didn't mean he should have let her go. At least silently stalking her would have been more manly then going to cower back in his tent.
In truth, if he said he was completely okay with going, Jasper would be lying.
It was at night, he hadn't even been able to will himself to step outside that wall during the daytime, and his mind wasn't being to kind at hiding what could possibly be waiting out there for him in the darkness.
Octavia was gone, maybe all thanks to a grounder, and Jasper was certain that if they met them he'd be of no use; he'd freeze up, scream, maybe even run away like the child everyone thought him to be.
Despite his pride telling him that he needed to go, his fears told him he needed to stay far away from this situation as possible. He took another deep breathe before looking back at her finally, but his eyes momentarily widened as they spotted Bellamy behind her.
"We need all the people we can get." Bellamy's eyes narrowed on him, as if daring him to back down now, to see if he held true to his threat. Jasper's eyes quickly retreated back towards the ground as he gave a quick nod and then pushed past them both. He kept his head low as he scampered by like a dog with it's tail between it's legs, only daring to glance at Bellamy out of the corner of his eye.
Clarke didn't seem to convinced by his words, even less by his actions; turning towards Bellamy to find the man glaring after Jasper. This only added to her suspicions as a questionable look crossed over her face, opening her mouth to say something, but Bellamy was faster.
"We need a tracker." He informed her, receiving a sigh and nod from her, knowing full well who he planned to bring along. It at least however ended any kind of question or accusation that might have been on the tip of her tongue. "Finn, get out here!"
They waited a moment, with no response from the male; Bellamy's hands tightened on his waist as he turned to scope out their search party, to see all they had gathered. His eyes narrowed on Jasper, who once again quickly turned his own gaze back towards the ground.
Kid couldn't even meet his eyes now.
Bellamy sighed, bringing up one hand to rub at his forehead, before allowing it to run through his hair. He felt a small tug of guilt pull at his chest. Jasper was a scared kid after all, he didn't blame him after everything he'd been through, but he didn't need the kid going out there like this either. He'd be jumping as shadows, maybe taking someone's head off with his rebar if spooked; and there was a low chance that that person would actually be a Grounder.
Kid needed to toughen up; otherwise, he was of no use to Bellamy.
After a moment more of waiting, he turned on his heels. "Finn, we're leaving!" He called out as he started heading for the entrance, glancing back as he heard Finn call after him, only to find him lagging behind to talk to Clarke. He rolled his eyes, coming to land on Jasper next, who, after a moment's thought, he took the opportunity to grab, pulling on his arm to bring him to a stop.
"Look, about before." Bellamy sighed, leaned in towards the other and let his eyes quickly glance around them. The rest of the pack paused at the entrance, unwilling to proceed on without their leader. They stood like that for a moment, Bellamy seeming to try and gather the words, or more so gathering the actual willpower to actually say the words.
"I'm sorry." He finally confessed, moving to lower his voice to a whisper. "The reason Octavia was out there to begin with was...because of me."
"Yeah, I know." He tugged his arm free from the others grasp, his expression never changing from one of discomfort, fear and a glimpse of annoyance.
"She was mad. Probably stormed off. I'm sure she's just brooding somewhere to get at me. I just..."
"You needed someone to blame." Jasper finished his sentence, even if he hadn't been about to use those exact words. "No, I get it." He continued in monotone. "I do. It's fine. You were right. I should have gone out there with her."
"Well, no, Jasper-" The kid didn't seem to get it, but unfortunately he was cut off by another member of the group.
There was a shout, pointing out the odd view in the sky above, everyone's attention being pulled up to the stars above. Both Jasper and Bellamy turning their attention away from the other to take in the phenomenon before them, unsure exactly what they were seeing.
Clarke was more then happy to shed some light on it as she strode up, Bellamy glancing at her before turning to look at Jasper, the boy meeting his eyes for a moment before averting them back up towards the sky.
Those eyes would be right back on him though, when the blame was pointed at him for the death of the Ark's people. What had originally been thought to be shooting stars, was a funeral...and it was his fault.
He didn't miss the look of bewilderment and judgement that shown in those eyes.
'Well, he's looking at you now.'
Bellamy gave a slight shake of his head as he let out a frustrated sigh, giving a slight roll of his eyes as he turned and led the group out into the woods.
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He watched Bellamy descend down the hill, watched as he disappeared into the darkness below.
Man up.
Well, it was now or never. Jasper glanced around, taking a deep breathe before moving. He wasn't going to sit up here looking like a coward. No, he was going to prove to Bellamy that he did deserve Octavia. That he was a man.
He shoved the rebar into his belt, turning and handing Finn the torch, never missing the grin Finn gave him in return. One that showed pride in the fact that Jasper was stepping up. He guess, he owed it to Bellamy; nothing like a death threat to finally get you over your fears.
He landed with a soft thud, making his way over towards the kneeling leader, who glanced up at him, turning to reveal the blood on his fingers. A look of worry evident in his eyes as he turned them back down towards the blood. "It's fresh."
Jasper looked between the blood and Bellamy, moving a tad closer towards the other, wanting to say something, his mouth opening and closing, his breathe hitching, but...he couldn't find the words. He couldn't bring himself to say "She's fine" or "It doesn't mean anything" or even "We'll find her", because he didn't know, and from what he was seeing, he didn't know exactly what they were in for.
Instead, he opted out for lightly grabbing Bellamy's shoulder, giving it a small squeeze in comfort only to find Bellamy easily shrugging it off with a weary glance back at him. "Sorry" was on his lips before he knew it, but Finn was already beside them and he was left looking like a fish once more.
He quickly clamped his mouth shut, swallowing the words and turning to stare at the ground again.
"Someone else was here." Bellamy nodded towards the footprints in the dirt as if nothing had happened, Finn leaning down to examine them.
"These prints are deeper going that way." The tracker finally conclude. "He was carrying her."
There was a sudden surge of hope as Jasper had a recollection of his own encounter with the grounders. Shuffling from one foot to the other (well..the best you can shuffle while squatting), a small smile pulling at his lips as he realized he could in fact give Bellamy some comfort, now that he had to make up for the awkward attempt. "If they took her, she's alive." He glanced between the two, only to realize Finn looked far less reassured by this statement, not even meeting his eyes. Finn didn't seem to believe it, which concerned him. Jasper didn't remember a lot about his attack, just being pierced by the spear, dragged off and waking up to find himself surrounded by friends. Maybe there was something he was missing. Something that Finn obviously knew. His voice fell, the rest of his sentence not nearly as reassuring as before. "...like when they took me." It almost sounded more like a question then a statement.
Regardless, it seemed to give them reason as they all stood up and started following the foot prints.
Jasper came to notice how Bellamy fell further and further behind with each step, until Jasper and Finn were the one's leading. He had a sinking feeling that Bellamy was afraid they'd stumble upon her body and that alone came to weigh down his every step, not wanting to be the first to spot her. It was even less assuring when they came to find their path decorated with skeletons hanging from the trees. Everyone stopped in their tracks, Bellamy moving to quickly take the lead again.
"I don't speak grounder. But I'm pretty sure this means keep out."
Finn's statement erupted a collection of retreats.
"Let's get out of here. It's crazy."
"Yeah, me too."
Jasper turned to watch them begin their retreat, trying hard to squash his own desire to turn back. Despite his attempt, he found one foot stepping behind him, his eyes nervously scanning their surroundings, fearing a group of Grounder's were awaiting them as he watched more turn to flee. There was a sudden tug on the bottom of his right sleeve, stopping him in his tracks. His head turned back, eyes glancing down to find Bellamy just barely pinching the sleeve of his coat, but never actually bothering to take his eyes away from the skeletons. The action caught him off guard, assuming it was a warning: that he wouldn't dare follow after the others, not on Bellamy's watch. Apparently, despite his apology, he wasn't letting Jasper back down, his threat was going to stay alive until his sister was found.
"Go back if you want. My sister, my responsibility."
The hold on his jacket was released as the words were directed back at them, Bellamy surging forward. Jasper found himself left rather confused, unsure what any of this meant. Did he want him to follow? Was he actually giving him the choice to go back? But then why grab onto him when he tried?
Jasper gulped, torn between running from the obvious omen of death staring him in the face, telling him to turn back now, and the desire to find Octavia, to be the hero he so desperately wanted to be.
There was also that threat that still loomed in the forefront of his mind from Bellamy.
He had to choose. Now.
"I'd walk into hell to find her."
The Blake's won.
Chapter 2 will be a lot more "unseen scenes" instead of these "rewritten events", but I had to add in the events as this is where I decided to root the story, letting it bloom from these specific events. So please.
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