Don't know how well this story will go down but I had fun writing it anyway! Bellamy and Lexa are my two favourites and I started thinking what a great couple they would make! Forget Bellarke, forget Clexa and focus on Bellexa/Clexamy (can't decide which one sounds better!) Please tell me I'm not alone with this! Anyway it was meant to be a one shot but the words just kept pouring out as usual!
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'May We Meet Again." The last words that Clarke and Bellamy had spoken to each other. The words that three months later still echoed in Bellamy's head on a daily basis.
He had agreed to give her space but each day that had dragged on without her began to grow more and more hopeless. With all the change that had occurred since her departure Clarke was beginning to become a mere ghost from a distant past.
It was the unknown that affected him the most, not knowing if she was alive or dead, all alone or with people to support her, if she had forgiven herself or was continuing to self-destruct, if she was somewhere close by or had turned her back on them for good and travelled far off.
Every day he would argue with himself over whether he should have gone with her right from the start or whether he should have at least tried to find her before now. Perhaps he should have. It would certainly have saved him all this worry now but somehow his instinct told him that he had been right to leave her be. It was what she had wanted after all.
It was now three months on however and for his own sanity he had to try and find some answers. If need be it was time for him to move on but not until he had seen Clarke or knew what had become of her at the very least. It was too torturous to continue living his life this way.
Since the fall of the Mountain the Arkers had slowly adapted to a new way of life on the ground. There was a mutual respect between them and the Grounders with each side leaving the other alone. Bellamy knew that if Clarke had still been here she would have fought for more than the shaky peace that stood between them just now. She would have wanted the two people to interact, to share knowledge and resources, despite the Grounder's betrayal. Without the passion of Clarke to drive them on however they had just settled into a life of ignorance. There was still too much anger for the Grounders on the Arker's side and fear that their new found peace could shatter at any moment. Having seen the full force of the Grounder's army they knew that they would not stand a chance if they ended up on opposite sides.
Bellamy pondered over the best way to begin his search. Depending on how far he journeyed he could be away for weeks. Realistically he could be away longer as he had no lead to follow and a great deal of time had passed so it was unlikely that there would be any trails to follow. In all honesty it was a lost cause but he felt the need to do something.
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He waited until dark before slipping away. He knew that if he asked for permission from the Chancellor to leave it would never be granted so instead he left a note for Octavia explaining where he was going and snuck out of the camp. One of the benefits of volunteering to do so many guard shifts was that he knew all of the unmanned escape routes. The only person that he had let in on his plan was Lincoln as he had needed his help to draw him a rough map of the area including all of the Grounder occupied regions. It seemed unlikely to him that Clarke would seek shelter with Lexa's clan but there were 11 other possibilities. Of course the Grounder's had kept the peace while the Arkers stuck to their land but if he was to walk into one of their villages he doubted that the same rules would apply. He would need to think carefully.
The one person that may just be able to help him would be the Commander but Bellamy's own stubbornness and resent prevented him from even considering this option.
He would do this alone.
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Bellamy made it out of the camp with no issues and ducked into the woods. He had made up his mind to return to where it had all began - the dropship. He would make camp there for the night then begin his search at first light.
As he trampled through the woods he felt as if several pairs of eyes were following him. Paranoia he expected but it would not surprise him if there were spies planted across the woods to keep an eye on the Arkers. It felt to him the way it was when The 100 first arrived on Earth - the fear of the unknown natives. After all they had learned about Grounders in their time on earth he wasn't sure if his fear was greater or less than it had been back then.
He gripped the revolver in his pocket tightly and continued on. Bellamy had never been a coward but he wasn't stupid either and it would do to stay on high alert.
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Bellamy eventually arrived upon the familiar site of the dropship. A wave of nostalgia washed over him as he thought back to the days when it had just been The 100 with him and Clarke trying their best to keep the others alive. Despite their initial clash of personalities he and Clarke had grown to trust and depend on each other which had made it all the more difficult when Clarke had taken off alone, especially giving the fact that they had both pulled the lever that led to the destruction of the Mountain Men. The blood that was on Clarke's hands was also on his own. He was just better able to deal with the grief and guilt than she was.
Just as he thought of Clarke each day he also thought of all those people that he had been forced to murder. For him though all he had to do was look at his sister to know that he had made the right decision, however terrible that decision had been.
There were still nights when he would awake in a cold sweat, the memories of the life being sucked out of the Mountain people burning in his mind. It was times like this that he wished that Clarke was still around. She was the only one that could truly understand the pain that he was going through. At these times he would also feel a wave of anger towards Clarke. They were both suffering yet he had stayed behind to try and put the pieces back together while she had ran off and abandoned them all. Or more importantly abandoned him. He would then start to resent himself for the hatred he was feeling towards Clarke. He didn't want to hate her, aside from Octavia she was the person that meant the most to him.
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Bellamy awoke just as the sun was rising. He wolfed down a basic breakfast from the supplies that he had acquired then took to searching the dropship for any sign of Clarke having occupied the space recently. After half an hour he admitted defeat, not all together disheartened as he hadn't expected to find anything and set off for his next destination - the bunker.
Once more as he made his way through the woods he felt eyes upon him. He continued on regardless and soon arrived at the bunker. He quickly scanned his surroundings before opening the latch and dropping down into the small space. Again there was no sign of Clarke having been there.
There was no use in hanging around so Bellamy climbed back up to the surface. It took a while for his eyes to adjust to sunlight but as they did his heart jolted.
He was surrounded by at least ten Grounders advancing from all directions towards him. His hand jumped towards his gun but the Grounders were quicker and pounced on him. He was expertly tied up and then the last thing he saw was a hand holding a rock lunging towards him.
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When he came around Bellamy found himself lying on the floor of what looked like a prison cell. He hands were still bound together and he had a throbbing pain in his temple, the target of the rock he presumed.
Clumsily he got to his feet and groggily examined his surroundings. He appeared to be in a hut of some sort with several other cages, all of which were empty.
He rattled on the bars of his cage.
"Hey! You lot!" he yelled.
A fierce looking male grounder entered the hut and stood glaring at Bellamy. He was followed by a young female grounder.
"You shall be taken to the Commander," she told him sternly.
Bellamy swallowed hard. At this moment he wasn't sure whether he'd be better off being dealt with by the Commander or not. She'd always appeared more merciful than the rest of her people but he couldn't forget the fact that she'd killed her right hand man Gustus or so easily turned her back on her allies in the midst of war.
"Ah delightful," he replied, attempting to make his voice sound cheerful. "It's been a while since we've seen each other. We have lots to talk about."
The male Grounder entered the cage and grabbed Bellamy's arm tightly, dragging him out of the hut.
"You lead the way," Bellamy said good naturedly.
The female grounder threw a bag over his head blocking his view. Bellamy tried to listen out to any sounds that could help him identify where they were but all he could hear was his own rapid breathing and the Grounder's heavy foot falls on the ground.
He had no idea how long he had been knocked out for or how far he had been taken from the bunker. All his thoughts were consumed with the Commander and what she was likely to do to him. He was feeling a mixture of fear and annoyance for allowing himself to be captured and taken away from his task.
Bellamy was suddenly brought to a rough halt. His hands were unbound and the bag torn from his head. The first thing that he saw was the stony face of the Commander. His eyes became locked on hers becoming a battle of wills with neither one blinking nor looking away. Bellamy had forgotten what it was like to be in her presence. She gave off a sense of empowerment, her war painted face a blank canvas while her eyes seemed to dance with expression.
"Bellamy," she eventually spoke.
There was that chilling voice that had the power to make hairs stand on end and to send shivers down spines. Bellamy had often thought in different circumstances he would have been in complete awe of this young woman. Instead he was filled with distaste.
"Commander," he spat.
"You're not happy to see me," she observed.
"Well given the fact that I had to be tied up and knocked out to get here I'd say that was a safe assumption to make," Bellamy retorted.
"The Mountain," Lexa sighed. "We all have to do things that we don't agree with Bellamy. That's war. It had never been my intention to betray your people but things change. It all turned out in the end. I saved my people and you saved yours."
"We saved our people by wiping out a whole civilisation!" Bellamy yelled. "Men, women, children. All dead at the hands of Clarke and I!"
"But your people survived," Lexa breathed. "That's all that matters. It doesn't do to dwell on the past Bellamy. Your people were being tortured and killed. You rescued them and eradicated the threat. You were victorious."
"But at what cost?" Bellamy asked. "I've been affected by it ever since but Clarke... the guilt was consuming her."
"You people and your feelings," Lexa mused. "I warned Clarke."
"Not all of us can be emotionless robots," Bellamy retorted.
Lexa smirked briefly, a sight that Bellamy had not seen before.
"Is that what you think of me Bellamy?" she asked coldly.
"Yes," Bellamy answered honestly, still distracted by the ghost of the smile that had crossed over Lexa's face.
Lexa remained still for a few moments before speaking again.
"Why were you in the forest?" she asked.
"I fancied a walk," Bellamy said lightly.
"You left in the middle of the night with supplies and a set course in mind," Lexa told him.
"If you say so," Bellamy shrugged.
"You were looking for something... or someone," Lexa stated, her eyes boring into his.
He squirmed under her intense gaze. She really was an intimidating character yet fiercely beautiful at the same time, while all the time retaining an air of innocent youth about her.
"You were looking for Clarke," Lexa observed.
His heart pounded at the mention of her name.
"Well why bother asking me at all since you seem to have all the answers," Bellamy said.
"It was only speculation but your emotions gave you away," Lexa sneered. "Why are you looking for Clarke?"
"She's been away a long time. I wanted to make sure that she was ok," Bellamy replied.
"You have no idea where she is?" Lexa asked. "Haven't heard from her since she left?"
"No," Bellamy sighed.
"You should give up now. You'll never find her," Lexa advised him. "A waste of time and resources. You'd be much better use to your people at your camp rather than wandering aimlessly through the forest."
"I have to at least try," Bellamy said determinedly. Her words struck true to what he himself had been thinking all along.
"Why?" Lexa asked sharply.
"She's my friend," Bellamy replied. "We look out for each other."
"If that were true then she would have never left you so soon after battle. Isn't she one of your healers? You had many casualties to deal with after the Mountain, her own mother included. She should have stayed to help," Lexa said.
"You were watching us?" Bellamy asked. It shouldn't have surprised him really.
"It's my job to know everything that goes on in these woods," Lexa told him. "I needed to know what the outcome of the battle would be, what your next steps would be."
"Oh of course, looking out for yourself as usual," Bellamy laughed.
Lexa's eyes narrowed. "Not myself, my people."
"Wait hang on," Bellamy suddenly interjected. "You know everything that goes on around here. You must know where Clarke is?!" A sense of hope rose up inside him. The Grounders had people everywhere. If anyone knew where Clarke was then it was them.
Lexa considered him carefully before answering. "I did..." she said slowly."I had scouts follow her from a distance for a month or so."
"So where did she go?" Bellamy asked expectantly.
"I don't know," Lexa answered regretfully. "The clans grew restless, small fights began breaking out. I had to recall my warriors from following Clarke. They were needed elsewhere. I'm sorry Bellamy."
Bellamy was surprised to see that she looked and sounded genuinely sorry. He had never understood Clarke's relationship with Lexa, having only seen the warrior side to her but perhaps this was the part of Lexa that Clarke had discovered and grown close to.
"She was heading towards the sea when my scouts departed. If she boarded a boat then I'm afraid you're unlikely to ever see her again."
Bellamy felt like he had been punched in the stomach. Would she really have gone to such drastic measures to escape her demons? If she really had made it to the sea and set sail then it would seem that for once he and Lexa were in agreeance about something, he would never see Clarke again.
Lexa was watching him, a strange expression on her face.
"You should go home Bellamy," she said softly. "You'll get over her with time."
"I - what?" Bellamy asked perplexed. He had never admitted to anyone else his feelings for Clarke, barely even to himself. Something had always gotten in the way of him acting upon his emotions anyway - Finn, Finn's tragic death, the war and then of course Clarke's departure.
"I can read people Bellamy. It is obvious that you are in love with Clarke. It was obvious to me even back then."
"Oh-" Was all he could muster as a reply.
"I know she cared deeply for you too. She drove me crazy with her worrying when you went into the Mountain yet somehow she always knew that you'd come through for her, and you did," Lexa said admiringly. "I never got the chance to thank you for what you did in the fight against the Mountain."
Bellamy stared at her gobsmacked. Never did he expect to receive gratitude from the fearless leader of the Grounders. He shrugged off her compliments. "I only did what had to be done."
Lexa nodded. "I shall have my people return you to where they found you. But I must warn you Bellamy. You were lucky that it was my clan that came across you. I was not kidding when I said the clans were getting restless. I don't know how much longer the coalition will stand. You and your friends should be careful."
Once more Lexa had surprised Bellamy with her warning, showing herself to be more that what she presented herself as.
"Thank you," he said appreciatively. "But do you think they could point me in the direction of Clarke's last known location instead?"
Lexa viewed him with apprehension. "Very well," she reluctantly agreed.