Ok, two chapters...This was gonna be a one-shot, but these two love-birds deserve so much more, right? I just love them! Here's one of my theories about how he (might) find(s) out that Clarke's still alive & how he finds her...Hope you enjoy!
While hoping and praying he looked up, with his back resting against the thick unknown wall he caught his breath. His hands, sweaty, hanging alongside his body. After talking to this young teenage girl, he had felt all the strength leaving his body, every feeling of self-confidence and safety he had built up in the last six years, were gone in a few seconds. He was alone, in this world of old ghosts 'Who am I?', he thought.
This girl wanted to kill him, when he found her in 'the hole', at home. A few fresh wounds proved that it was all real. He carefully took a look at his shoulder, underneath his shirt, that was getting warm of all the blood that was coming out of this wound. When he saw the blood, he got scared, not used to this anymore. This anxiety had left him years ago, after a rough time struggling to forgive himself, he could finally move on. Keeping the good memories of his lost soulmate and honor her, through his way of leading the group. How he'd opened up, the way he helped creating new rules, using his head more like Clarke had told him to. It contributed to who he was today.
Now he was on a mission, alone. Like he traveled back in time, he'd made a choice like it was six years ago. Bellamy shouldn't be on this ship alone, without warning his friends, his 'family'. But there was only one thing he wanted right now, or maybe two: Save Clarke and reunite with her. He just went for it, after he'd talked to Madi -who'd almost killed him- promising her to get Clarke back.
The new enemy's , of the Eligius prisoners ship had captured Clarke, she was now held hostage by those people. It made Bellamy think of what he'd done to Lincoln in the beginning. These people must have many questions too...
As he slowly walked further into the ship, he felt his heart pounding in his throat. He firmly held on to the gun, which he pointed ahead of him as far as he could. Every time he reached another corner his breathing got heavier and shorter and he felt the steel of the gun getting slippery because of the sweat in his hands.
After a few minutes he reached a new hallway, in the corner all sorts of wooden boxes and stuff, it was some kind of storage place. He bend to check the first box, which was empty. Then he slowly sneaked further and heard someone softly wining. His heart skipped a beat. Quickly, he turned to look and then froze. That girl who he'd talked to was right, it was all true: Clarke was still alive. She was right there in front of him, sitting in a cage.
"Clarke." he cried and covered his mouth because he was in shock, like he'd just seen a ghost.
She cried and nodded. She had a cloth in her mouth and was handcuffed, but the two soulmates already had a non-verbal conversation.
When he felt calmer, he explored the cage, to find out how to open it. For one second it reminded him of Mount weather.
"I'm gonna get you out." He assured her and just hit the lock with his rival. Clarke shook her head, he was making to much noise and from the look in her eyes he could tell they were in serious danger.
When he grabbed the bars of the cage, she reached out and touched his hand. It made him look in her eyes, new tears came up...
"We've got no time for this." He said and got hold of his rival again, to hit the lock one final time. Lucky enough it jumped open and Clarke was free.
She crawled right into his arms...
