This is what I think could have happened after 3 x7. Its full of angst and some violence.
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Clarke awoke to a sharp pain at the side of her head. She slowly took in her soundings. She appeared to be chained to the floor of what looked to be a cell in a dungeon.
Trust the grounders to have a dungeon.
She took a breath, trying to remember how she got here. Images flashed through her mind; Lexa dying, Titus pulling a chip out of her neck, Murphy was somewhere and all she could remember hearing was glass-shattering screams. Its only now thinking back she realized. Those screams were coming from her. The fatigue overcame her once more and the world went black.
/
Bellamy stood guard, watching over the wall. The wall that kept them safe, the only thing keeping them from the grounders. By this point he almost felt like a part of this wall, they shared the same purpose.
He thought about Octavia, the moment they shared before the world turned against them once more, wondering whether she was safe and happy.
Bellamy had spent most of his life trying to keep her safe and now he was at a loss for purpose. When it comes down to it he was still unsure where he stood in this mess. Whether Octavia would come before the rest of them. He had lived with the responsibility of Octavia for so long, but now he had a responsibility to his people. Even in his unwavering anger for the grounders he was unsure that he would be capable of hurting his sister.
And then there was Clarke. Clarke who had fought him tooth and nail, every moment since they had hit the ground. Clarke who had killed Atom when he could not. Clarke who had burned the grounders alive. Clarke who couldn't lose him too. Clarke who had taken down the mountian. Clarke who left him, left them. Clarke who may as well be a grounder now.
The Clarke he knew was long gone, only Wanheda remained. He needed to believe that. Even when she broke down in tears before him, he couldn't let himself feel. That Clarke was gone, she wasn't coming back.
/
A horn in the far distance cut through the silence in the camp. Bellamy looked out to see armies of grounders in the far distance emerging from every corner, surrounding them. Rows of warriors descended into the far distance. They came to a halt around, around the camp walls. By then every Arkadian had awoken, watching in fear, anger or awe as these terrifying men caged them in. Arkadia somehow felt smaller, as if the camp was closing in on itself. There wouldn't be enough bullets in existence to save them now, Bellamy mused to himself. Pike stood at camp gates, watching, no doubt planning the next move necessary.
After what seemed like an eternity, a single warrior rode out, stopping just before Pike and stepped down. There was no fear in his eyes. No hesitation in his speech. He was surrounded by armed guards who would want nothing more then to shoot him down. Yet he looked around with nothing but pity and disgust in his eyes.
"Members of Skycru, you continue to defy our peace treaty. Lexa had offered you a way out. Blood must not have blood. Yet you tried to capture an kill an entire village that was at no fault. Our commander will accept this disobedience no more. We now declare a blockade, you may not leave. Any man found outside your camp walls will be dead within seconds. Our blockade ends when you hand over your leaders and surrender to the terms of our treaty. On recommendation by your ambassador we will accept anyone who surrenders and wishes to defer to Trikru. If you resist, if you are hostile, you will leave us with no choice but to decree upon you the same wrath that you unleashed upon our army"
There was a moment of silence before panic broke out, Pike had pulled out his gun to shoot down the grounder. Only to be hit over the head by Kane, who was screaming to hand him over.
Immediately Kane was dragged back to the cells by Farm station members. Abby stood in silence, scanning the armies for any sight of Clarke. Monty, Raven and Miller stood, stunned, unsure of what action to take. They directed their gaze to Bellamy, to their leader.
Bellamy was lost in thought; What would they do to Octavia or Clarke if no surrender was made? Bellamy glanced at Pike, for the first time feeling unsure of the leadership.
/
Hours had passed. Pike had declared that there would be no surrender. Those who opposed; Kane, Abby, even Harper had now been locked up. Bellamy had barely moved from where he had been sat in his room.
At least if he was now to die, he would do so with the knowledge that Octavia was far and safe. If he could not save anyone else, her hatred for him could save her.
/
It was early in the morning when he heard a shuffle; all of a sudden Octavia had ran into his room. Disheveled and followed by furious looking Indra, Bellamy barely was able to comprehend what was happening before he felt her weight of her fist come down and the world went black.
/
When Bellamy awoke, the first thing he realized was that he was handcuffed to the same bed frame, that he had handcuffed Clarke to. The second was that he was painfully alone. After hours of contemplating the series of events that had led to him being in that position, it was both a relief and a disappointment when Octavia finally came through the doors. His baby sister and she couldn't even look him in the eyes.
"Is this what you wanted Bellamy? War? Death? For everyone to feel just as broken and helpless as you do?" she spit out with a glare, not giving him a chance to answer.
"Did you ever think about what would happen to the rest of us? Don't you think we've all suffered? That Monty shares the same burden of the mountain as you? That Miller can't close his eyes without seeing the death come back to haunt him? That Harper keeps watching everyone she loves die? That Raven will never be ok? Do you even care? Don't even make me mention Gina, she would be disgusted at the sight of what you have become."
She took a breath, her voice now softer but still holding rage and hatred. "Lexa is dead. God knows what will happen to Clarke now. She can't save us anymore Bellamy; she can't fix your wrongs. So I'm going to leave you here, where you can't hurt anybody. But if you get out, if you try, I will kill you. You're not my brother. This Bellamy, this version of you, is a monster, and I won't be responsible for inflicting him onto this world once more".
With that Octavia turned around and left.
If Bellamy could feel anything anymore, he was sure he'd feel pain, guilt and loss. But that part of him was dead. He'd felt too much, screamed too much, mourned too much. All he was left with was this deafening emptiness, this hollowness at the pit of his stomach, consuming him whole. He would be happy to die, he was just so tired.
/
Clarke awoke one more to a ringing, she looked up and there were bells roaring everywhere. Was this the conclave? Had someone escaped? How long had she been here, chained to the floor, hidden from the world? All the pain, all the grief vanished, and she was left with one thought - her people.
She needed to get out, get to her people, save who she could. The rest she could deal with later, but she would not leave them. Not now, not after everything, not even Bellamy.
Bellamy the single thought of him sent a pain through her body. Her Friend. Her partner. She needed him so badly. But the anger in his eyes, the pain in his words, he would never forgive her. He hated her and she was now a stranger to him. In all that she'd lost, it never occurred to her that losing him would be the most wounding.
/
When she opened her eyes again she was faced with Murphy. "I know we have a bit of a rocky history, but you didn't think I would leave the mighty Wanheda to rot in a cell do you princess?" he added with a smirk. He pulled out a silver pin and started working on her cuffs, releasing her within minutes.
"Thanks Emori", he whispered to himself.
"Come now Clarke, we don't have much time".
With the last of her strength she followed Murphy, unsure of whether she could even trust him. Not that she even cared anymore. Once outside the Polis walls, Murphy turned to her.
"This is where we part ways, I don't know what has happened back at camp or what happened to you Clarke, but you'll be okay going back right? Bellamy will help you? I don't belong there, never did, its not my fight". He added with a concerned look.
"Thank you Murphy. I know you don't feel like you belong, but if you ever change your mind, you will have a place beside me".
"May we meet again".
With that Clarke begin her long trek to Arkadia, to her family.
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After the best part of a day and half, Clarke looked up at the Arkadia walls. She had managed to get past the swarm of armies with a little help from Roan, the prince turned King. Who would have thought that he would become a good ally she though idly.
It was now or never, as she approached the gates she heard a guard yell and the gates swung open. As expected she was greeted by Pike; what she did not expect was Monty, stood next to him with a gun in hand. Before she could utter a single word she was hit over the head, tied up and gagged. While she knew her return wouldn't be welcomed with hugs and flowers, but she didn't expect to be treated like a prisoner. She wouldn't be able to help anyone like this; Clarke only hoped that Octavia had had better luck.
Whilst being shuffled towards through what remained of the ark, she caught sight of her mother and Kane, locked in a cell, fast asleep. She tried to scream, to yell, to run, but she was restrained at every turn. Clarke found comfort in that her mother seemed content with Kane. He would protect her.
/
Monty had now left, everyone had. It was just Clarke and Pike, she was tied to a chair, unable to move or speak.
"It's funny, I remember the Clarke on the Ark, one of my best students."
With a sigh he looked her in the eyes "But I guess it is a honor to meet the mighty Wanheda, killer of her enemies, deserter of her people. Nothing better then a filthy grounder. Your father would be so disappointed Clarke."
He turned around, picked up the taser of the table.
"After months of living as a grounder, I believe you will have some information Clarke. I want to know everything. I will bring down the grounders to save my people and you will help me".
Before Clarke could register her thoughts, she felt a blinding pain of the side of her torso, where the taser had hit. With a muffled scream she understood, he would torture it out of her. After a few rounds of the taser, Pike pulled down her gag.
"Any details come to mind that you'd like to share Wanheda?" he spit out with a smile.
"Go float yourself" she spat at him.
The gag was back on before she could scream and the pain continued to overwhelm her. They could kill her if they wanted, she didn't have anything to give to them. Lexa was gone, she wasn't even sure if the blockade was still the plan that was in force. Even if she did, she wouldn't give him anything, Pike wasn't looking for peace that's for sure.
She knew well aware that she didn't deserve to live anymore. Not after all the deaths; no one could possibly want her alive anymore. Death would be a kindness more she deserved, maybe this torture was fitting. The grounders had chained her up. So had her people. For the first time Clarke felt she could relate to Murphy. She didn't belong here anymore either. She had become a foreigner to her own. With that thought another zolt of electricity hit her.
The pain came in varieties of ways; a burn to her arm, a knife to her face. It was a surprise that body was still there, that she hadn't succumbed to the darkness that was calling her. She wondered how long she had been here. It felt like days but at the same time it could have only been hours. She didn't care anymore, craving the moment when the pain finally stopped and her body gave in.
/
"What do you think you are doing?"
An angry shout… she knew that voice.. Miller? She felt herself fading, only hearings bits of the conversation taking place in front of her.
"You're not supposed to be down here soldier, what do you think your doing?"
"What am I doing? What are you doing? How long has she been here? Oh My God Clarke can you hear me?"
Pike blocked his way, "She is a prisoner and a traitor, she is getting what she deserves", with that he lunged at Miller, but Miller was too quick he sprinted to the door and ran out.
/
Bellamy wasn't sure how long he'd been here now, he was growing restless, tired. He needed to do something, help his people. His door swung open, but instead of Octavia, it was Pike. Pike stood still for a second, slowly surveying the room
"What happened to you?"
"Octavia" Bellamy sighed, " I think she's long gone though.".
"What about Miller? Has he been through?"
"Miller? No why? Is he okay? I haven't seen him since yesterday".
Bellamy could have sworn he was a sigh of relief from Pike, who immediately went to help him undo the cuffs.
"It's chaos out there Bellamy, people are freaking out. I need you by my side now more then ever. Are you still willing to do anything necessary?"
Bellamy leveled him "Anything that needs to be done" he replied without hesitation.
He couldn't think about Octavia, Clarke, Kane. No, he was done giving orders, he was a soldier he would take any order given to him. The morality of his actions was no longer his burden to bear.
/
After going around the camp, he realized that people had calmed down. The panic had turned into anger, resistance and pride. Bellamy could relate, they would fight for their lives, their land. He'd been down this route before, lost so much. But he also accepted that sometimes there was no other option. No ring of fire that they could create, no miracle way out.
He thought of Raven, but couldn't see many of the remaining 47 around. Raven wasn't in her cabin, medical or her workstation. Just as he was about to give up he came face to face with Jasper.
"She's gone, most of them left. Decided to take the peace treaty and surrender. Octavia helped them sneak out".
"Why are you still here Jasper?"
Jasper let out a humorless laugh.
"I don't mind dying, and I will welcome watching you die Bellamy".
/
Bellamy was not surprised that many had left; they had been fighting for too long. War was tiring. One thing he couldn't stop thinking about was Pike, why had he asked about Miller specifically? Why had Miller not come to find him before he left? He hadn't even tried to convince Bellamy to leave with them? After everything, would Miller really leave him?
/
Bellamy decided to go attempt to be useful and speak to some of the farm station members to assess the situation. They were short on food and unable to leave, they wouldn't last long. If they were to retaliate and attack it would have to be soon. On his way back to his chambers, he felt a presence behind him. He turned around ready to shoot, only to come face to face with Miller.
"Nice to see you too Bellamy"
"What are you doing here Miller, what do you want? I should kill you on the spot for being a traitor" Bellamy shouted, letting the anger get the best of him. He was so tired of people leaving him..
Miller took in Bellamy, his anger, the gun still pointed at his face.
"And I thought I'd come warn you about Clarke, but you probably already know hey? Was it your idea to hurt her? What happened to you Bellamy? We all hurt. We all lost ourselves. Didn't turn the rest of us in to homicidal maniacs though".
Bellamy let his guard down for a second, "Clarke? Wha..."
Before he could finish his sentence he felt the weight of a baton come down onto him. By the time he composed himself Miller was long gone.
/
For the first time in a while, Bellamy felt something similar to concern. What had he meant by hurting Clarke? Why would Pike hurt her? Bellamy waited until nightfall hit and made his way to the cells, if Pike had her, she would be there.
He had been a guard long enough to know when the shifts swapped and was able to make his way down without anyone batting an eyelid. He approached the furthest door; heavy and hidden by the maze of the ark. He turned the handle and came face to face with something that would have broken him not long ago.
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It was pretty dark but he could make out Clarke, tied to the chair at the centre of the room. There were so many cuts and bruises; her clothes were drenched in blood. He wondered for a second, how a person could possibly bleed so much. She was barely conscious, unaware of his presence. Every cell in his body ached at the sight. He felt like he wanted to throw up, take her in his arms and kill every guard standing, all at the same time. A gasp slipped out of his mouth.
Clarke met his eyes, finally registering his presence. He didn't see Wanheda, the fearless leader, the destroyer of worlds. He was met with fear, the eyes of a broken teenage girl. It was like all the pain he had kept locked away come pouring out at once, he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to stop the hurt he felt at that moment. He moved towards her, only to result in her flinching away, trying to get out of the chair.
"Clarke"
His hoarse voice barely came out in a whisper.
"I'm not going to hurt you Princess, it's okay, just let me help you."
"Bellamy"
A voice came from behind him. Pike. He turned and faced the man he had trusted with his life. Conflicted as to whether this loyalty overrode his need to protect Clarke. Regardless of what had happened between them, he couldn't stand by while she was hurt.
"She is one of them"
Pike began to explain, noticing the look of horror on Bellamys face.
"She has been supplying them with information about us Bellamy. We need to know what is going to happen. Ee need to get that information from her. Do you think I wanted to hurt her? Jesus, Bellamy, look at her. After all this, her loyalty still lies with them, with Lexa. She left us. If it was anybody else you'd be able to see this rationally"
Bellamy looked at her; she didn't say a word, just watching the interaction, shrinking away.
"No, we don't hurt her" he demanded, trying to contain his anger.
Pike had a point, had it been someone he didn't know, he wouldn't even question the command.
"We can't let her go. So she can remain our prisoner. But I know Clarke. She won't give you anything if she has made up her mind. She doesn't deserve the peace of death just yet. So we keep her. But we stop with this"
His voice was even but his eyes conveyed a threat, if Pike insisted on torturing her, Bellamy would step out of line. Against his better instinct, he couldn't let this continue. Pike heard the threat in his words; he looked between them and finally let out.
"Fine, but she doesn't leave and no-one finds out she's here. I don't need Abby causing an uproar".
"You coming?"
Pike asked as he turned to leave, Bellamy didn't move.
"I think I'll stay here a while longer, she may talk to me"
To which Clarke let out a laugh. Bellamy turned to observe her but she didn't say any more. Her eyes still showed a shadow of fear, but something stronger was taking over her features. Hate. She hated him.
/
Once Pike had left, Bellamy fixed his gaze onto Clarke again.
"Are you going to talk to me? I just saved your life Clarke. You can't keep this up. Tell us what you know"
He looked at her wounds, and his voice softened.
"Please come back to our side. Tell us what you know and I can get you out of here. I can help you. We can fix this together". He added, mirroring what she had once said to him.
This caught her attention; she looked up at him once more, but didn't say a word. He moved to come closer to her but she flinched once again. His movements sent her body into panic. She was trying to get out of the restraints, only injuring herself further. Tears running down her cheeks. Bellamy froze.
"Okay, okay, its okay, I won't come any closer. Clarke I'm not going to hurt you. You have to believe me". He pleaded.
He turned and walked backwards, sitting himself in the corner furthest away from her. How had they gotten here, after everything they'd overcome? She used to trust him with her life, and now look at them. Just looking at her tore him apart. It made him question every decision he had ever made. But he couldn't help her; he wasn't the guy she once knew. All he could do was sit there, stare at the shell of a woman he once knew, the fearless leader now nothing more than a breathing corpse.
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This is my first fic so please leave a review and let me know what you think! If I should carry it on or leave the fic writing to the pros?
Thanks for reading :)