I do not own any characters, plots, or anything else pertaining to "The 100". This chapter will be from Bellamy's P.O.V. and explore his thoughts on their new visitors. Of course, there will also be some Bellarke in this chapter as well. I hope everyone continues enjoying the story. As always, thanks for following/favoriting and commenting.
Chapter 4
Distrust
Bellamy walks alongside Clarke and the two continue searching for any useful supplies they can use. As he's doing this, he can't help but question their new visitors. The girl that claimed to be Lily seemed off to him. Everything she had said sounded too rehearsed to him, as if someone drilled it into her. He also found it odd that she wasn't wearing clothes that were distinguished, like normal members of the Privileged elite. Bellamy wonders if she's lying for reasons that aren't clear to him yet? He knows that he has to go with his gut on this one and distrust their new visitors, until they prove that they really are who they say they are.
As he finishes collecting the last of the supplies, Clarke comes into view. She's carrying an armload of small containers and he remembers that they were used for exchange. Ration Dealers used to override the codes of various rooms on the Privileged floor, rotating every week. They stole just enough rations that the elite wouldn't notice. Clarke lays her findings on the ground and looks over at him. "I'm surprised this level has so many supplies." Bellamy gives her a nod. "That's because some friends of mine stole supplies on a daily basis from the Privileged. It's like Monty said, they hid their extra rations under the floorboards." Clarke stares at him in confusion. He doesn't expect her to understand, considering she had lived a vastly different life than he had. "How did they bypass the codes?" He gives her a smirk. "Let's just say, we had someone on the inside helping us out." With that, he notices Clarke raise her eyebrow in a cute way. He's glad he can have these thoughts without feeling instant guilt now. Bellamy takes a few steps forward and pushes her hair out of her face. "Who was it?" He shakes his head playfully. "Someone who got caught and came down with us on the Drop Ship." Clarke stares at him in confusion for a few seconds, before realization comes over her. "Murphy?" Bellamy shakes his head. "Yes and no. It was Murphy who threatened Wells to give him the override codes." Her beautiful blue eyes go wide. "Do you know what they threatened him with?" Bellamy shakes his head. "No, Murphy never told anyone, but my guess is that it had something to do with you." He watches as her eyes go even wider, confusion more evident than before. "Why me?" He gives her a knowing smirk. "You were his best friend, I'm sure Murphy found a way to blackmail him." Clarke thinks about this for a moment, before taking a sharp breath in. He can see the guilt etched in her features and knows that she regrets how he met his end. "I miss him sometimes, especially now that we're back up here." Bellamy gives her a nod and pulls her into his arms. He loves the feel of her within his arms.
Bellamy breathes her scent in deeply. "We've all lost someone, Clarke. I miss my mom sometimes." Clarke lifts her head from his chest and reaches up to touch his cheek. "You've never told me much about her." He tries to picture his mother within his mind, her memory still painful for him to remember. A small smile comes over his face. "She was strong, a lot like Octavia. She always protected us and made sure that we were taken care of. I wish I could have saved her from being floated." He tears his eyes away from Clarke's and looks down at the ground. The tears begin to fill his eyes and an ache grips his heart. He feels her lips meet his for a few moments before she pulls away. Bellamy's eyes find Clarke's and his heart warms. "Hey, it wasn't your fault." He takes a sharp breath in, feeling the tears coming down his cheeks. "You couldn't save her, but you've saved so many other people. Octavia, our people, and me come to mind." Bellamy freezes for a moment, staring at the girl that he's fallen in love with. He reaches out to twirl a piece of her hair around his finger with a smirk. "We've saved each other." Clarke gives him a smile and snuggles back into him. He holds her tightly against his chest, where he's always felt like she's belonged.
Bellamy isn't sure how long they stand there, but when she finally pulls back, she's determined on getting their task from before done. He smirks, as she makes her way over to the containers, and hands him a few. "Carry these back and I'll get the rest." He gives her a nod and then she hands him over a few. They begin making their way down the hallway, side by side, and Bellamy's thoughts return to their new visitors. "Do you trust them?" Clarke looks over at him. "I do." He turns to her, her answer twisting within his mind. "What makes you trust them?" She stops and looks over at him with a smile. "I'm a pretty good judge of character. I trusted you, didn't I?" Bellamy gives her a smirk. "Not when we first landed." Clarke shakes her head, as their eyes meet. "I did trust you, even when everyone else thought I was crazy to." He tries to remember back to when they had first landed and how much of an ass he had been to everyone. Especially, Clarke. "Even when I wanted to cut off your arm." Clarke gives him one of her famous half-smiles and gets up on her tiptoes to kiss his lips. "Even then, so trust me when I say, that Lily is telling the truth." He gives her a nod, still unsure of their new visitors. Bellamy knows that he'll be watching them for the next few days, to make sure they're not here to infiltrate their ship. He needs to know who he's really dealing with and protect his people. Protect Clarke at all costs.
