So guys here's Chapter 2! I honestly have no idea where I'm going with this it just kind of comes to me as I type, so hopefully it doesn't suck. But enough of me here you go!
Chapter 2
Walking back to Alpha Station Clarke took her time, just letting her mind wander. She couldn't believe the Commander was out this late, wasn't everyone asleep? Oh right, she was awake at this time. It makes sense that he would be out patrolling the stations. She just couldn't seem to shake the fact that she heard someone else's voice in her head. Reaching her home she quietly closed the door and snuck into her room tucking the covers up under chin and falling swiftly into a deep sleep.
Abigail Griffin walked into her daughter's room to find Clarke wrapped up in her blankets looking exhausted. She decided to leave her be and walked out, making her way to the Med Bay to start her shift.
Clarke woke to a pounding on the front door. She looked at the clock 11 o'clock a.m. "Holy crap!" she exclaimed and jumped up running to see who was there.
"Hey! Why does it look like you just woke up?" Wells asked skeptically taking in her apparel.
"I might have." Clarke rubbed her neck sheepishly and smiled. Honestly, she was still tired. She didn't think she'd ever be able to sleep enough until she didn't seem to fall asleep at the drop of a hat. Clarke looked anywhere but at Wells.
Wells just stood there studying Clarke while she refused to look at him. He took in the dark prominent circles under her eyes. Her disheveled hair and that she was still her in pajamas. She was super pale and lifeless. He knew her father had been floated the day before and he knew of her love for Jake Griffin but he hadn't expected the grief to set in so quickly. He figured she'd be numb for a couple of days and then she would set into a depression. He knew right away that he has a ton of damage control to do. Wells just smiled at her and told her he'd catch her later.
Clarke walked back into the house and shut the door, back pressed against the wall. She slid down until her knees hugged her chest while big fat tears ran down her face. It seemed like ages before she got up and silently walked into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. Dark circles were prominent underneath her eyes and her hair was a mess. Blue crystal like eyes were bloodshot, red and puffy from crying. Her nose was pink and runny. She grabbed a washcloth and washed her face. Looking up she sigh as she caught sight of her reflection.
An hour later she marched out of her home and down to Med Bay to find her mother. Only she was stopped by the voice in her head.
"Mom, How do you always know about the surprise inspections? It seems kind of suspicious…" "Yes ma'am I won't back talk again. Let's go Octavia, under the floor… I know you don't want to but we need to hurry!" The voice said urgently. Clarke stopped in tracks. "Under the floor?" She thought. With a shake of her head she dismissed the idea of someone having another child. She walked to the cafeteria to find Wells and get her daily ration.
She walked in and looked around spotting Wells easily. She walked over and stopped short of the table. "Hey?" She asked waving skeptically.
"Hey," He smiled "Sit, we can eat together." He got up and pulled her seat out. He encouraged her by pulling on her arm gently. She complied and sat. Looking around and tugging at her blonde curls, Clarke felt uncomfortable for the first time out in public. The people were leaning together and whispering looking expectantly her way. Forcing their gossip and pity upon her suffocating her to the point of a panic attack.
Wells watched on with concern etched on his face unsure of how to go about the situation. Needless to say as he was about to say something Clarke exploded.
"What?!" She shrieked. "I don't need your pity and if you have something to say, say it to me! Not to someone else all while looking at me! He's Dead okay? Nothing to talk about!" Blue eyes blazing while hysteria and venom laced her voice. Then she bolted out of the cafeteria until she reached a different Station. Only stopping until she could barely breathe.
Bellamy dropped to floor grabbing his head a second time within the last 24 hours. He closed his eyes and tried to even his breathing. The voice was screeching in panic and anger, causing his head to pound the moment it entered his head. Damn she was loud. He noticed the moment the last words left his mind that she was in near hysteria. He quickly got up and started walking in earnest trying to find her. Bellamy had a feeling she would be running. Knowing she was from Alpha he had to guess she would run to somewhere no one else knew who she was.
Not paying attention Clarke ran straight into a hard wall of muscles. As she was falling two strong hands caught her waist steadying her. Electric blue eyes met whiskey brown ones. Noticing his hands were still lingering he pulled them away looking sheepish. Rubbing the back of his neck he held out his hand, "Bellamy. Bellamy Blake." He said as she took his hand responding with, "Clarke. Clarke Griffin."
Griffin? He knew that name, he just couldn't think of it. Taking a good look at her it hit him, Counselor Abigail Griffin. He smirked, "So princess what brings you to this part of the Ark?"
Clarke glared at him and spat "Don't call me that. And nothing just out taking a walk."
He raised his eyebrows and casually replied "A walk? A lovely stroll through Factory Station to look down upon all of us grunts?"
"N-No." Her voice quavered. She swallowed and responded again, "I needed to get out of there and get some fresh air." She chuckled at her pun.
Bellamy even cracked a smile at that. One that reached his eyes until he realized what he was doing and quickly shut his facial expressions down. "Well let me atleast show you around and make sure no one bothers you." He said.
"Oh, Okay." She smiled tentatively and fell into rhythm next to him.
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