Au after 1x03. What would happen if charlotte had decided to ask for a better explanation of the phrase "slay your demons" and how would that impact our favorite pair of leaders?
Wells is alive and a shipper.
Truce is not that hard to achieve after all.
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So it's the start of July and I'm officially over with school. In order to celebrate that great event and my return on fanfiction as an author i will update this story three times a week for all of July. If I don't make it one week, you the readers get to make a oneshot request that i will try my best to bring to life, in addition of course with my regular chapter.
The acid fog had cleared up and everyone was slowly and cautiously getting out of their shelters wondering if it was safe. Clarke couldn't handle it anymore, that tension the hatred inside her. Finn's words were burning her mind. What could Wells be possibly hiding from her?
She didn't have the luxury to think about this stuff though. Her first concern was to find Charlotte, Bellamy, and the others. Suddenly there was a scream. She understood that it was Charlotte. She ran towards the voice, not once thinking that maybe she should be afraid or more cautious about what she was running into.
When she got there she saw something that she didn't expect.
Bellamy was sitting on his knees beside a body that was obviously suffering. When she got a little closer she realised that it was Atom who was suffering. She kneeled down on his other side and examined him as carefully and quickly as she could master. It was clear even with her limited medical knowledge that he would die no matter what she did in order to save him.
Bellamy was sitting there. His hand gripping his knife, slightly trembling. He was looking at her in a way that he had never before. A look full of sadness and fright. A look that was shouting at her to help him.
She shook her head at him to say that there was nothing she could do. His eyes got even darker and sadder if that was even possible. She took the knife out of his hand lingering in their touch a gesture that gave him some of her strength. And it was ironic really how despite the powerful and strong leader that he portrayed he was the one that needed her support.
Everything else was a fading memory. She had given him mercy and they were out of there. They were walking close to each other. Their hands were almost brushing, but they both needed that comfort. One more of them was gone.
They kept walking until Bellamy noticed the little girl hiding behind some bushes.
"Hey Charlotte what are you doing there? Come walk with us" he questioned and tried to make a smile appear on his face. He didn't quite make it but he didn't look as miserable as before.
The girl stood up and made her way between the two leaders. She grasped both their hands and kept walking silently.
Clarke understood the little girl's shock. She decided that she should worry about Charlotte now and not about herself.
"You saw what happened there." It was more of a statement than a question. The little hand inside her own squeezed a little more.
"We couldn't do anything else Charlotte that was all we could do. Help him ease his pain." Both the girls now had tears in their eyes and both were refusing to let them drop.
The little girl turned to Bellamy who was silent and asked him.
"Bellamy, is this how I slay my demons?" Bellamy's eyes widen and he was suddenly terrified of what that little girl thought he had meant.
Clarke froze on the spot and looked at both people on her left.
Bellamy kneeled in front of the younger girl and put his hands on her small arms. "Charlotte, I didn't mean you should kill someone."
The girl seemed confused. "You didn't?"
"Of course he didn't."Clarke was in a similar position as Bellamy now and she answered a little angry at Bellamy that he had said anything like that to a 10-year-old. She glared at him without letting Charlotte witness it and he, of course, neglected her look.
"What I meant was that you have to kill metaphorically your fears. Whatever makes you afraid you should face it, not like killing people. Do you understand?" He was looking at her with pleading eyes, a look that surprised Clarke in a good way.
"And you don't have to face your fears alone, Charlotte, you can always come to one of us for help and support. And if we are not around you could always go to Wells. He is a really nice guy."
Clarke gave the little girl support and options to who she could turn but at the mention of Wells, the little girl's face became scared.
"Wells looks like his father." She mumbled but both of them heard her.
Bellamy took her hand and squeezed to give her strength to talk as Clarke had done only minutes ago to give him strength. "The chancellor was there when my parents were floated. I can't look at Wells without remembering them being killed." She cried while speaking her last sentence and she fell into Bellamy's arms.
The young man pulled her in for a hug. Everyone else was far gone at this point and they were the only three in the forest.
This little girl in between them who should have no care in this world, who should be playing around and not thinking about survival and kills was undone before their eyes, she was clinging to Bellamy like he was her saviour her last hope. And Bellamy had had experience in this domain where little children were counting on him. His mind made him think about Octavia and how far she had come.
Bellamy was whispering comforting words and Clarke had just began realising that if Charlotte hadn't talked to them Wells could be dead by now. A guy who she wanted to never see again in her whole life only a day ago. But now she needed her best friend to be alive.
Clarke was ready to panic, she needed to make sure Wells was okay, but then he saw the both of them and she stopped herself from overloading. In less than a day she had learnt that she had hated her best friend for no reason, that her mother was a traitor and she practically killed her father,- she had concluded to that very fast- she had killed a human and she had probably stopped a fatal attack to her best friend.
When Charlotte was a little calmer she decided that it was her turn to talk and that she did.
"Charlotte, I know it's hard to forgive Wells for what his father did. But he did not do anything wrong, honey. The only thing that he has done is that his father is the chancellor. He had no choice for that matter and believe me when I say I have accused him of the same thing but he is better than the chancellor. I believe you should talk to him Charlotte. He will help you face your nightmares and I will be with you the whole time. What do you say?"
After a moment or two, the girl hesitantly agrees with the older kids and they decided to keep walking before the sun falls so they could be in the camp.
Soon after they arrived Clarke pulled aside Wells and the four of them had a conversation. Wells had the chance to apologise to Charlotte about his father's actions and she was willing to let him help her. They stayed there for a little while and they talked, this time around Charlotte was practically in Clarke's arms. The blonde princess was comforting Charlotte. Making sure she felt safe.
Bellamy was standing there and looking at them silently.
His brave princess had done it again. She saved at least one life and she had done it with style.
Wait, his? Did he just say his?
He knew better, he knew she was too independent to belong to someone. And he could swear that even if she did she would never choose him to belong to. Besides, she had already two guys pining over her and she was one of the privileged. She might not show it, or act like it but she wasn't like the rest of them. No, Bellamy was sure of that.
He hadn't seen anyone before in his entire life who resembled her.
No one so strong and so kind as to take away someone's pain as she did for Atom. No one was so caring as to take care after Charlotte the way she did. No one smiled as brightly as she did that one second she had let herself be off guard and enjoy the earth.
When had he started thinking only about her? This was a serious matter. Wells could be dead right now and Charlotte could be in great trouble under different circumstances. Yet she was there and she was looking at him. As it seems Bellamy was lost in his thoughts and Charlotte had taken off with Wells to search for food and they were alone. Clarke looked at him and then she was talking.
"I'm sorry about your friend."
"Yeah, me too. Atom was a nice guy and it was a pity to see him go like that."
She remained silent staring at him.
"We did something good today."
She nodded as saying it, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.
He looked at her with wondering eyes. Did she really believe that?
«You did that,» he pointed at her «you were the one who made Charlotte talk. I,» he paused for a moment «I almost made her a killer».
Bellamy didn't look at her again. But she came a little closer.
«You,» she amphasized «helped a girl face her demons and hopefully go back to sleep, you might be a dick most of the times but you did really good.»
She knew that he wouldn't look at her again. And she had finally understood why. He had a mask on. He didn't let people see his true self. Any vulnerability was weak and he was not weak at all. So she stood up and walked away.
She was so curious though,
What was underneath Bellamy Blake's mask?
Special thanx to bellarketrashhh for proofreading this chapter.
this is going to be a multichapter, it will follow the course of the series with little changes until one crucial point.
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Should I bother continue?