A/N: Hey again! I'm just totally amazed at how many people have read this, alerted etc. it makes me totally happy. Thank you Bellarke-Stories-Blog for your review, and Guest. It was brought to my attention that some aspects of my story are confusing, so if anybody is confused be sure to tell me and I'll answer you or fix the discrepancy as best I can!

Onwards!

Chapter 2: Regrets

Bellamy stared down the barrel of Murphy's gun, sure this would be when he died. He tried to dredge up memories of Octavia, so he could see his sister again before he died. And then Clarke's face popped into his head.

If what the Grounder said was true, Bellamy had to live to save her and the rest of the 100 from the Mountain Men. He couldn't do that if Murphy killed him now. He tensed his muscles in preparation for a leap at Murphy. This was going to hurt like all hell. He took in a deep breath.

Three.

Two.

One.

Wait.

Murphy slung his rifle behind his back and crouched down. What, a bullet was too easy? Was Murphy going to beat him to death now? He wouldn't be able to. Bellamy readied himself for a fight.

Murphy tugged up Bellamy's shirt, and he jerked back in surprise.

Murphy was inspecting his wound and muttering to himself.

"I thought it was you. Good damn deal I got here when I did, no way you could have fought off a Grounder after ripping this damn hole in yourself. Fuck sake. Your Princess is going to shit a brick when she sees this. Best get you back to her, she can sew you up and kiss it better."

With that, Murphy made to help Bellamy up, but he recoiled, kicking out at him. His boot caught Murphy in the chest sending him reeling, and Bellamy's wound exploded in pain. He hissed and grabbed it. Murphy smacked his hand.

"I don't know much, but even I know you shouldn't touch that with filthy hands. Christ, the hell was that for? I'm just trying to help! My ribs kill…"

"I think you're confused, Murphy. You're the killer here, not your damn ribs. The last time I saw you, you strung me up in the dropship and used the last of our gunpowder to blow a hole in our only real shelter. And now you just appear out of the woods, claiming to want to help me?"

Murphy looked down at the ground. He swallowed and then looked up at Bellamy through his fringe. Bellamy was shocked by the sorrow, guilt and self-hatred he found there.

"I'm so sorry Bellamy, truly I am. I was taken by the Mountain Men. There was this room, and a man in a suit would come in and inject me with this red stuff. And it burned. My god did it burn. They use it to turn Grounders into Reapers, like demented guard dogs. But on us, it just makes you angry and hateful, you don't want anything but revenge, even for the smallest of slights. And you hanged me first. That's no small thing. I understand that hunting Charlotte was wrong, and it's my fault that little girl's dead. And I can't ever take that back." Murphy's eyes shined with unshed tears now, but Bellamy didn't know if they were fake or real. "Clarke should have let you beat me to death. It would have been better than I deserve. Every time I close my eyes I see her face. Haunting me. I think the Mountain Men found out her name somehow, I don't know if I said it or they were watching us. The doctor they sent in to check on me was called Charlotte. It said so on her name-tag. They always emphasised her name when ever they spoke about her, when everyone else was just doctor and then their last name, she was always Charlotte. They made me start to blame you for that as well. Eventually I think they got bored of me and sold me off to a gang of Grounders, they called them the Rebel Tribe. Something about them refusing the rule of the Commander? I don't even know. They tortured me for days on end without stopping. Eventually I caved, told them what they wanted to hear. How you were only armed with knives, morale and rations were low, many had already died from disease. They left the door unlocked one day, a mistake, I thought. I left the room and there on the desk was more of that weird aggression drug. I took it, got to camp, and, well… you know what happened next. When I left, I hadn't even travelled more than a few hours before they caught me. I told them that there were only a few left, the disease killed many. I forgot to mention the mines and grenades. They found out that I lied though." Murphy showed Bellamy his hands. It looked like the fingernails had been pulled out. "They were not happy with me, obviously. I did the best I could. I'm sorry."

Bellamy had watched Murphy carefully throughout his speech, and pulled on all of his guard training and experience with people. Murphy had kept eye contact, and not fidgeted. He had seen the pain in his eyes when he spoke of Charlotte. The only time he broke eye contact, apart from blinking, was when he was unable to speak about what happened on the dropship. Bellamy now had a choice to make, and the wrong one would undoubtedly kill him. He searched Murphy's eyes, and knew the time had come to make his choice.

"Clarke isn't at the dropship. According to that Grounder the Mountain Men took her and the rest of them. There'll be medical supplies there though. You up for the trip?"

Murphy's head, which had lowered again after Bellamy's lack of reaction to his story, snapped up to him. His eyes were wide and shocked. He recovered quickly and gave a small smile. He nodded and stood, manoeuvring around Bellamy to a better position to help him stand. Together they somehow managed to struggle the wounded Bellamy to his feet, and Murphy slung Bellamy's arm around his shoulders.

"You ready?" Murphy asked, looking up to see the man's eyes already on him. Bellamy nodded and Murphy adjusted his grip.

"Murphy… Don't make me regret this."

Murphy looked at him. From anybody else, the line would have sounded desperate, especially as injured as Bellamy was. But looking into his eyes, Murphy knew the warning was not for Bellamy's own sake, but for Murphy's. He would not stand a second betrayal by Murphy, and would kill him if he did. Bellamy was, Murphy reflected, probably the only person alive who could be absolutely threatening, and send that chill down his spine, even while being unable to stand under his own power. He was a truly intimidating man. The only person he'd seen successfully calm Bellamy, even make him be somewhat nice to people was Clarke. Sure, Octavia had a strong hold over her brother, but she seemed unable and even unwilling to pull him back from his rage. He remembered when Clarke used that same ability to save Murphy himself from Bellamy's wrath.

Now, Murphy was not the most well-versed in relationships and love. But he knew for sure that was what Bellamy and Clarke shared, even if they didn't know it themselves yet. It was painfully obvious to everyone except them. And Murphy hadn't missed the way Bellamy hadn't corrected him when he'd referred to Clarke as Bellamy's. Yes, those two were hopelessly in love, and he almost felt bad for the Mountain Men. They had Clarke, and Bellamy would make them regret it, one way or another.

Then, of course, Murphy remembered that the Mountain Men were cruel, sadistic murderers, and suddenly he didn't feel so bad for them. A furious, wrathful Bellamy sounded like exactly what the bastards deserved.

"You won't."

A/N: Boom! There you have it folks! I tried my best to show that Murphy truly feels guilty about what he's done. I think a kind of PTSD has to take effect after the hell some of the 100 have been through. For example, SPOILERSPOILERSPOILER, when Finn shoots up that village, I think the others don't really take into account the fact that he could have PTSD, and the Grounders certainly didn't. But maybe that's just me. END OF SPOILER.

In this story Finn is going to be portrayed as the bad guy, but I love his character so much!

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