Genre: Hurt/comfort / Friendship / Angst
Rated: T (Worst thing: the word Fuck is used)
Word Count: 2,770
Characters: Bellamy Blake / Clarke Griffin / Raven Reyes / A.L.I.E / Aurora Blake (mentioned) / Lincoln (mentioned) / Octavia Blake (mentioned) / Jasper Jordan (mentioned) / Monty Green (mentioned) / J. Sinclair (mentioned)
Relationships: Bellamy/Clarke (hinted)
Summary: Raven was tied to the bed and saying mean shit to get in people's heads. The story starts around right after they just dragged Clarke out of the room.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot / AU: of Season 3 Episode 11
A/N: Honestly, What is wrong with me? Apparently, I enjoy causing myself pain while writing these things.
Raven sat staring at him.
"You need to get me your location," Alie told her in a demanding voice. Raven looked at Bellamy, who was sitting in the chair.
"Y'know," He looked up at her. "This almost reminds me of our little time back at the dropship."
He smirks and shakes his head, dropping it back into his hands.
"Oh, cmon Bellamy. We've had our fun. You can admit that, can't you?"
"Sure. Whatever you want to hear to shut up."
"Ouch." They were silent for a minute. Raven could hear Clarke yelling in the other room. She looked and saw Bellamy noticed too. Concern evident on his face.
"Use it against him." Alie persisted.
"Wow." His eyes moved back to tied up brunette. "Who knew you'd actually care about the...what was it you called her? Princess? Yeah. Who knew you'd actually care about her."
He just ignored her and went back to ignoring her.
"Weaken him. What will make him weak, Raven?"
"Gina..." She whispered.
She got his attention again.
"Oh, you remember her? Weird." He gave a look. "Well, I mean, it is your fault she's dead. You told her to stay, so you could go save Clarke. Again. It's a shame really. Gina really always knew."
"Gina did not know Clarke, Raven, where are you going with this?" Alie was questioning her tactics.
"Well, she knew you would never actually love her. I mean, not when you're in love with someone else." She nodded her head in the direction of Clarke's voice.
"Alright, Rav, whatever you think."
"Ooh, sore subject? Alright. I can find another one. Ah, one of my personal favorites. How about when you sided with Pike? When you got your sister's boyfriend killed. How does it make you feel, knowing she hates you?"
She could see him visibly tense. "Yeah. I love this."
"What? Hurting your friends for you little demon AI? Must be ton's of fun."
"No, you." He looked at her again, confused out of his mind. "No, I don't love you dumbshit. I love this whole...thing...this façade you put up." He still looked confused. "Honey, before all of this I was friends with you, Gina, your sister, hell even Clarke. I know, you act all tough, all the god damn time, but god doesn't it get tiring."
"Raven, you literally have no idea what you're spewing out right now-"
"Sure I do. I also know that probably with a few sentences, I might break you."
"Is that so?"
"Mmhmm. Do you want to hear them? Because I've got a few since you sided with pike. Ooh! I even have one that Kane told me while he was wasted."
"I can take whatever you've got."
"We'll see. Let's see, where to start? Hit heavy the first time or build up?" She was thinking out loud, trying to annoy him into giving in. But he wasn't going to. This wasn't his friend. This was some computer that had taken over her mind. "I'm gonna go back to an earlier question. How does it feel, knowing Gina died, inside that mountain, with the assumption you were in love with someone else, and she was a consolation prize?"
The muscles in his jaw tensed.
"He's distressed. Continue."
"Not feeling up to small talk? Alright. How about...Killing Lincoln? Because no matter how you phrase it, you'll always know in your heart. It's your fault. It's your fault he's dead. And in turn, it's your fault your baby sister is going to be hurt and broken for a very long time. If not the rest of her life." Then she whispered to herself, but loud enough for him to hear. "Which isn't long, based on the way she's acting so far..."
He dragged his hands down his face. It's not Raven. This isn't what she thinks of me...is it?
"Strike a nerve? Alright, let's get into some of the heavier stuff..."
"Really? You think you can hurt me with your meaningless words?"
Alie took over Raven to speak. "Bellamy, I may be in Raven's brain, but she only says thoughts she has on her own or has had in the past. I cannot force people to think a certain way."
That can't be true...
"Ah, yes the heavier stuff. I've been saving this up since you killed the army of grounders and put Lincoln in lock up."
"Hit me with it. Nothing you say is going to affect me."
She laughed maniacally. "This one should be fun."
Clarke walked through the curtain just as she spilled it out.
"Your mother would be ashamed to call you her son." He balled his hands into fists.
"Bellamy, out. Now." Clarke directed.
"Look! She's back to ordering you around after she left you with all the responsibility of those kids. Ha! There's another thing your mom would be ashamed of, your whole 'Mount Weather Genocide' thing. And the culling! Wow, you really have just crumbled as a person haven't you? Kind of sad really. The only reason you came down here was for your sister; she hates you and wants to get as far away from you as possible. You found a purpose leading those kids with blondie here; she left you. Hell, even on the Ark, your mom just dropped all the responsibility of Octavia on you; what'd she do? Oh Yeah, she got floated. Because of you."
He was next to the door listening to her spiel.
"Bellamy." He looked to the blonde. "Out."
He wanted to say something about her bossing him around and how she had no right. But he needed to hit something. The second the curtain had shut her off from him, he could hear her go back to ripping Clarke apart.
"Does it give you joy, ordering him around? It must feel like you're back on the Ark, all high and mighty because you were privileged." Clarke gave no response. Probably a smarter tactic than the one he used. "Y'know we met before I came down right? You probably don't remember. I was walking the halls with Finn and I accidently bumped into you. You dropped all your books, and your little friend Wells threw a fucking hissy fit. Made me pick them up for you, hand them to you and apologize. And yuh just stood there. Smiling at my boyfriend. Then, I come down here to find out you slept with him. And you didn't remember either of us. Then again, why would you? It's not like we were important enough to remember. Oh, but you remember Finn now right? Seeing as you killed him. And shit, I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you told him you loved him before you literally stabbed him in the heart. And we both know that's a lie."
Alie was some kind of sadistic, bitch, she probably thrived off of other pain. The curtain was thin enough, they couldn't see him, but with the light coming from the room, he could see them. Clarke had stopped changing the bandages, sitting there. Motionless.
"Oh, honey. It's not a secret. It really never has been. You told Lexa the same thing didn't you?" She started to redo the bandaging. "Ha! You did. Probably slept with her too. Oh well, not like you'll be able to screw the one person you've wanted to since...when did you first meet again? I forget. You did tell me you knew him on the Ark. Wasn't he one of your arresting officers? No, too simple." Clarke had finished the right side, moving to the left. "Oh, yeah. You constantly ran into him in the hallways. I believe your words were 'Granted, the only time he acknowledged my existence was when he did arrest me, but before that, I would always just seem him in the halls, and he was hot in that fucking guard uniform. And when I saw him down here? Fuck, it was like being stabbed in the stomach with a blade on fire. It was funny, though. I don't think he remembers locking me up.' Did it hurt honey? Watching him fuck girl, after girl, after girl? Even I got to sleep with him-"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes, you do. I'm not stupid. You told me pretty much everything after we started talking. You're terrible at keeping your personal stuff personal, did you know that? I can literally name almost embarrassing or shitty thing you've done. And even that's not all from you. Your mom is in here too Clarke. I know everything." She stiffened at the words.
"Your bandages are changed. We're done here."
"Alright honey, but don't forget..." She stopped till Clarke looked back at her. "You'll always be the little teenage girl who abandoned him after Mount Weather."
Clarke stomped past the curtain, past Bellamy, past Jasper bitching at her for 'running again, just like always'.
"Jas, go watch Raven. Stay quiet and DO NOT let her get to you. Alright? We're running out of people." He directed as he followed Clarke outside.
She knocked a bunch of stuff off of the table, then punched the fence.
"You're stealing my moves princess." He tried to joke lightly. She looked back at him in surprise. He could see the trail tears had left reflecting in the light. She wiped her face, going back to impassive Clarke.
"Sorry." His face straightened out.
"It was a joke, Clarke. You don't have to apologize." New tears were falling, and he could tell she was beating herself up for it.
"I'm still sorry. About everything..." She probably didn't know that he had heard her encounter with Raven.
"Thanks, but no need. I already forgave you at the gate when you walked away." She let out a wry laugh.
"How do you not hate me? I left you. You pointed that out when you handcuffed me to a table. How can you not hate me for everything I've done? For everything I've done to you?" For leaving you outside of the dropship, for leaving you with almost no one, for sending you into the mountain, for lying to you and letting the village get blown up, for leaving you, for staying with Lexa...
"I tried to. Trust me, it should have been super easy. But I couldn't. Some...I knew you would come back. I didn't know when or even if you would come back alive, but I knew you'd come back. And I didn't want you to have everyone against you, especially when you thought you were doing what was best for them." She looked at the ground. "I just...I'm still so stuck on it. How do you know if you're the good guy or not?"
She looked up, meeting her eyes with his own. He could see the pain, fear, depression, sadness, guilt. He could see her soul, and it was such a sad thing. She was moderately happy when they first got down here, and now? Now she was known as the Commander or Death.
"I only tell myself this to feel better, and it doesn't work but, maybe there are no good guys." She took his hand, checking the wound before retreating back into the building.
He went back in to relieve Jasper of the torture Raven was most likely causing him.
"Oh good. You came back for more?"
"Bellamy, really I can take it-"
"Just go."
"Ooh, bossy. I like it." He took up his previous seat. "Now, where shall we start? The fact that you heard everything I told your precious princess, or what Kane said when he was fucked up?"
"Let's start with Kane, I'm sure he had some very pleasant things to say about me."
She let out another maniacal laugh. "You have nooo idea."
He sat back, crossing his arms, preparing himself for the bombardment from Raven.
"Alright let's start out with his first quote. 'He almost make's me ashamed to be related to him.'" The muscles in his jaw twitch again.
"I still need your location Raven. Your plans are not working."
"They will, promise." She whispered so quietly, even he didn't hear.
"I sort of ignored it at first, but like the smart rational people we are known to be, more drinks were necessary. Anywho, we got about 4 or 5 drinks in when he starts telling me about how he didn't want to leave your mom, but he had to because of his position on the council. God forbid he see anyone was not in his social class."
"You telling me Kane is my dad, Reyes?"
"Did...Did I not make it obvious? Anyway, more drinks blah blah boring rant stuff then when he was good and shitfaced. Like, so drunk he was not going to remember that part of the night. Then he said 'Recently I've thought it would've been better if I'd never been involved with Aurora. Maybe her kids wouldn't be in this situation...well, shit...she wouldn't have kids...I wouldn't have had to float her. Lock up her daughter. Strip my son of his guard position.' I'm sure he wanted to tell you. But y'know, then you went and killed an army so..."
Everything in him wanted to shoot everything and be alone forever. But it was just illogical and stupid.
"Now, shall we move on to you and the blonde murderer out there? I-"
"Raven. Hannah is dead. Her own son shot her. We need your location now or we will move on." Move on = kill you and catch up with the second AI elsewhere
"I...think you two would be the cutest together. I mean, you committed a murder of a whole society. Can't get a much deeper connection right? C'mon I don't understand how it hasn't happened before now, really? You literally stare at her like you want to swallow her whole. And she looks at you the same way...with a very different meaning" He choked on his breath a little bit at her words. "it's got to be hard, it's been...what? a few months since you've gotten laid. Must take a toll on the body."
He want's to laugh at her. It doesn't matter when the last time he had sex. She was just stalling now.
"Why are you stalling Reyes? Little friend in your head upsetting you?" She's about to throw a rebuttal at him when Monty and Sinclair come into the room with the chip-defuser-thing.
He was standing by the door, Octavia had helped Clarke roll Raven onto her side and was cutting into her neck. We waited, we were waiting for Clarke to tell us our friend was dead. And after a moment the metallic substance came pouring out. The AI was out. Raven was...Raven.
When she did wake up. She studied her surroundings. Grabbing Monty and hugging him so tight, his ribs might've been bruised. But the kid didn't seem to care. He broke into tears and crumbled to the ground. We left him with Raven, Octavia, and Jasper sat in a chair being there for moral support (even though he didn't know what was wrong).
After Niylah left out of caution, we decided to stay the night at the trading post, hoping to get a few hours of sleep before making the trek to the ocean.
Clarke was sitting against the side of the rover. Knee's pulled into her chest, face buried in between. Instead of trying to speak to her and comfort her, He just sat down next to her. Not saying a word. Eventually, she brought her head and noticed he was leaning his head against to car. She still clung her knees to her chest but leaned her head against his shoulder. He put his arm around her, pulling her as close as she could get.
It wasn't said, but they knew there was a lot to talk about after all of this.
