I do not own any characters, plots, or anything else pertaining to "The 100". This chapter will take us back into space and our couple will have a hard time with the fact that they may never see each other again. Thanks for reading.

Chapter 3

Wish You Were Here

Bellamy makes his way to the radio and sits down in the chair. All day, he's been on edge about Clarke and Maddi. He prays that they made it to the island in one piece. Bellamy feels so useless being stuck up here, while Clarke is down there with that bastard and his men. He turns the radio on and static meets him. Bellamy sighs and grabs the receiver. "Clarke, come in." He lets go of the clicker and finds himself holding his breath. The thought of never hearing Clarke's voice again churns his stomach. "Bellamy, I'm here." He lets out a breath and can't help but grin. "I'm glad you both made it." Bellamy taps his fingers on the table and wonders, not for the first time, what life would have been like if he hadn't left Clarke behind. He's spent countless nights picturing them continuing to lead their people together and eventually giving in to whatever this is between them. Making a life together up here and maybe having a couple of kids. A girl that looks like her and a boy that reminds him of himself. "You doubted me?" Bellamy shakes his head at her words with a smirk. "Never, Princess." He imagines Clarke's small smile at his words. For some reason, he's always been able to make her smile, no matter what disaster they are dealing with. "We've settled in for now, no sign of Drake and his men." Bellamy nods and presses the clicker. "Do you have enough rations for you two to make it?" He waits for her to answer and prays that they survive this. "Yes, I stored some of my rations, when I thought…" Bellamy's heart clenches at her unfinished sentence. He knows how Clarke operates. She's logical and strategic, there's no way she wouldn't map out how much rations they'd need once this is all over. Clarke's always putting her people first, putting him first. Bellamy clicks the receiver. "I'm sorry Clarke, I didn't make it back." He closes his eyes in frustration.

If there was any way for him to be down there with her, he would find it and he would do it. The static is deafening and he hates that he can't hold her right now, like he had in that lab when the world was going to hell. Holding her in that moment had centered him. Jaha had been right to point that out to him. Clarke is as much his anchor, as she is his. "It's not your fault, Bellamy." He sighs to himself. "I should have tried harder to stop him." Static comes over the radio and he can't help but blame himself. He should have withstood the torture until he couldn't anymore. "I know forgiveness is hard for the both of us, but you have to promise me that you won't carry that guilt around." Bellamy shakes his head. "How am I supposed to forgive myself, when I know that monster is down there with you?" He stands up and feels like he wants to kick something. The mix of emotions swirling within him make it hard to keep his control. "You have to trust that we're going to make it. Even if you can't be down here, I still need you." His heart lifts and her words clear his mind. In the past, anytime she told him that she needed him, he was there for her without fail. Saving her whenever she got herself into more trouble than she could handle, which was often, when it came to Clarke. Bellamy takes a steadying breath before he makes his way back over to the chair to sit down. He picks up the clicker and smiles. "You need me to save you some more, Princess?" Bellamy can't help but smirk. "Always." He can hear the shift in her voice and he knows that the reality of the distance between them is now setting in. "Clarke, are you still with me?" His heart stops as he waits for her to answer.

Bellamy knows that this will be hard for the both of them, but it's something they have to do. To keep sane, to carry on. "I'm here and I'm trying to keep hope alive. I have to believe that we'll see each other again." He feels the tears forming within his eyes at her words. "Clarke, there's something I should have told you a long time ago." Static takes over the room once more, as his pulse quickens in anticipation. "Don't Bellamy." Bellamy's heart clenches at her words. He hits the clicker. "Why won't you let me say it?" Another silence between them follows and Bellamy gets up to pace the room. He wonders if she won't let him get the words out because she doesn't feel the same way. That thought had plagued him on the beach that day and during the time that he had thought she was dead. "Bellamy…I can't let you say it because that would mean there's no hope that we'll ever see each other again…and I can't…" He knows she's crying now and he waits quietly while his own tears fall down his cheeks. Bellamy hates that he's made her cry, but confessing his love for her is all he's wanted to do since he had left her on that godforsaken planet. "We'll talk tomorrow, but Clarke…" The static meets him for a few more moments. "I know, Bellamy." The radio goes silent and he sits there wondering how they're going to survive with the possibility of never seeing each together. How he's going to survive it.

Sometime later, Bellamy hears a knock on the control room door and he turns to see all his friends making their way into the room. He watches Monty walk over to him and put his hand on his shoulder. "We're here to check on you." Bellamy nods at his words. "I'm fine." Harper steps forward and stands next to Monty. "You don't look fine." He gets up from the chair and tries to look like this isn't killing him. Bellamy feels a hand grab his and he turns to see Raven with a frown. "We're here for you, Bellamy." He nods, as he continues out the door and down the long hallway. Bellamy sighs to himself feeling like each step forward is now an effort. "Are you just going to mope around here and let Clarke fend for herself down there?" He stops in his tracks and turns to Murphy. "I have no other choice." Murphy walks over to him and gives him a rare smile. "You know Blake, for someone that's beat the odds as many times as you and Clarke have, you'd think you'd try to find another way." Bellamy feels the anger rise within him, threatening to overtake him completely. "We have no fuel to get down, do you have any better ideas, Murphy?" He gives him a nod. "I might, but it'll be a longshot, follow me." He starts to walk across the ship and Bellamy hesitantly follows him.

Murphy leads him to the part of the ventilation system that he's never been before. He opens the vent and crawls into the space. Bellamy follows suit and goes in after him. His heart stops when he sees two barrels of oil sitting untouched. Bellamy turns to Murphy whose smirk has grown wider. "Why didn't you show me this before?" He shakes his head. "I didn't think it was worth mentioning since there's not enough to get us back down there. Maybe Raven can figure out something." Bellamy's anger disappears and he slaps Murphy on the shoulder. "Even if there's not enough here, we'll find a way." He looks at him like he's crazy, but he doesn't care. As long as there's a little bit of hope, he'll take it.