"Raven, Bellamy... If you can hear me, don't wait" Clarke's heart sank as she spoke those words into the radio.
She knew she didn't have enough time to make it back, not if she was going to do this properly.
She wanted to save her friends, she needed to save them.
Even if it meant her death.
That was a decision she had made before and one she would make again. For them, for him.
She packed up the gear, slinging that bag over her shoulder and then sliding the other arm in so that it was secure.
She took a deep breath, looking up at the climb she had ahead of her.
She began to climb.
Once she reached the top of the tower, she began pulling the gear back out.
"Sat-star-one, Sat-star-one" She repeated over and over as she began to plug things in.
"Dish not aligned" it began.
"Come on, turn!" she called out, banging her hand on the side of the box.
"Manual override recommenced" it instructed.
Clarke looked up to the large satellite dish above her.
"Oh seriously" she mumbled to herself as she began to climb higher.
She held tightly with one hand, leaning over to reach the edge of the dish with her other.
She groaned as she pulled it in one direction, looking down to the tablet.
The red bar was still flashing.
"Come on" She said out loud as she pulled it another way.
She did it a few more times until the green light came on.
"Yes!" She called out happily and carefully climbed back down.
With a smile, she clicked the send button.
She was successful in her task, feeling proud of herself.
She watched the rocket start to make it's way up.
Seeing her friends making their way to safety was a relief to her, however the sudden realization of how alone she was, set in.
It brought her back to the first days here on earth.
She could recall the nervous feeling set in her stomach as she sat on that drop ship, waiting for what The Ground had to offer them.
She could remember the feeling of anger and nerves as Bellamy pushed aside her logic to open that door. But she couldn't forget the feeling of her first moments on the ground. It was everything she dreamed of.
The drawings she had made all of her life, were real. It was real and right in front of her.
But they would soon be destroyed all over again.
The taunting roar of the wave brought Clarke from her thoughts.
The orange haze was off in the distance, approaching her.
Still it looked like it was hanging out there, tormenting her.
She began her climb down off the tower.
Once she reached the ground, she pulled out her radio again.
Clicking in the button, "May we meet again" she spoke into the radio, knowing there really was no point in it.
She saved them.
She didn't know it for sure, but the crew was able to dock, they got the door open, Raven got her space walk and they were safe.
She began to run.
She went as fast as she could and on her way, tripped. Hitting the ground hard, she thought nothing of it.
Once she reached the entrance to Becca's bunker, she stopped.
She let out a sigh, looking around at her surroundings.
It made her chest ache at the thought of what would soon fill the land.
Clarke made her way into the bunker, sealing those thoughts away behind her.
She didn't hesitate in making her way down to the lab.
She had just missed him.
She looked over to the area where the rocket used to be.
She was deep in her thoughts, of her friends, how she could contact the bunker and what her next move from here would be, when she heard the faint sound of someones voice.
She snapped to alert. She pulled off her helmet and set it aside.
"You're hearing things, Clarke" she told herself, but she didn't really believe it.
But this time, the noise seemed a bit louder.
Her head snapped up again, "Bellamy?" she said out loud, recognizing his voice.
She dropped what she was looking at down on the table and ran.
Part of her hoped she was hallucinating, he couldn't have stayed behind.
Another part of her hoped it was real, as selfish as that was.
But when she reached the long hallway, she saw him.
"No! No, no no! Clarke!" The pain in his voice made her feel sick as she approached him.
"Bellamy?" She asked softly, still unsure if this was real or not.
"Bellamy?" her voice rang in his head and relief washed over him.
"Princess?" He returned, bringing back her nickname.
He turned around slowly.
There she was. Safe.
His eyes widened a bit, "Clarke?" he repeated her name for what felt like the hundredth time, but this time with relief instead of fear.
She shook her head, "W-what.." she began, but was interrupted by him.
He closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms tightly around her.
He held her tightly against his strong chest, as if they could stay there forever.
She let out a small sigh, wrapping her arms around him and holding onto him just as desperately.
They stayed there, making up for the time they thought they had both lost each other.
"Bellamy, why are you here.." Clarke started, pulling back out of his arms.
Bellamy had his eyes closed as he held on to Clarke, "Clarke I couldn't.." He began, but as he opened his eyes and looked down to her, he noticed the red patches spreading on her face.
"No.." he took a hold of her shoulders.
She tilted her head, "What is it?" She asked, but soon knew exactly what it was.
She was so consumed in trying to forget her loneliness, and then seeing Bellamy there with her, she didn't really pay attention to how awful she felt.
"Did you tear your suit?" he asked worriedly, spinning her around and running his hands over it.
There it was. A tear going down the back of her suit.
She turned back around to face him, shaking her head. "It'll be okay.." she started.
But she began to feel dizzy, her vision going blurry.
Clarke was confident the night blood would work, but Bellamy wasn't.
His doubts were backed up by the look of Clarke.
She looked like hell, like death.
She began to sway back and forth a bit, her stomach turning.
Her entire body jerked forward and she began to cough up blood.
The thick, black blood puddled on the floor in front of her.
Bellamy rushed forward, helping to hold her up.
"No Clarke, you can't do this to me." his voice broke, the pain was once again set in his face.
She waved it off, "I'll be fine. It's going to work" she was still holding out hope.
Bellamy helped her back to her feet and she gave him a small smile.
But as she took a step forward, she stumbled again.
Bellamy caught her, moving her up into his arms.
"You're not going to leave me" Bellamy started, trying his best to match Clarke's optimism, but the pain and fear was obvious in his voice. "Our fight is not over" he repeated to her as he began to carry her back towards the lab where he could care for her.
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