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What Tomorrow Brings…

Raven Reyes-Wick prided herself on her ability to keep it together. She could keep going even though she felt like falling apart- she was a survivor. But even survivors have their days, and today was hers.

She'd been sitting outside with some busted equipment, craving sunshine and fresh air after being cooped up all week. A huge storm had come through and knocked out the power and it had been all hands on deck for days to get it back on. At the moment though, things were calm and she intended to take advantage of it.

She had been bent over a motherboard, her nose scrunched in thought, when she happened to glance up. She caught sight of Abby walking across camp, a little blonde angel skipping along beside her.

Charlotte Elizabeth Griffin scampered along beside her grandmother, singing a little song her Auntie O had taught her. The Grounder words were natural as they fell from her lips, her voice ringing through the bustling camp and bringing a smile to the faces of those around her- except for one.

Raven watched the small child, her golden curls dancing in the soft summer breeze and the smile that glowed in her crystalline blue eyes. She was the spitting image of her mother, a delightful blend of fire and ice.

Her heart squeezed painfully when she saw the light brown of her son's hair as he skipped to take Charlie's other hand. The girl smiled at him, two teeth missing in her adorable grin.

Ryder was Raven's last remembrance of Finn with his father's eyes, gentle spirit, and love of the stars. However, Ryder also shared her spunk and determination. He was stronger than Finn, or at least she hoped he was.

He would need that strength in the years to come. Earth was not always a kind place, but it wasn't this world that she feared- it was the past. The mistakes that were destined to repeat, the way her son looked at the little blonde that made her stomach churn and her heart sink.

She'd spoken to Wick many times, mainly because he insisted that her hoarding her emotions was very unhealthy. He'd tried to comfort her, stating all of the things she already knew as truth.

Charlie was not Clarke. She might look exactly like her mother, but being raised by Bellamy Blake meant his mannerisms became hers. His stubborn smirk slanting her lips, his love of history shining in her eyes, and his unwavering steadiness settling her heart. Charlie was not Clarke.

But still Raven's fears persisted, and she'd taken to referring to them as a mother's intuition. Wick would roll his eyes and tell her she was crazy. Maybe he was right, and the trauma of her first years on earth had finally caught up to her and she was losing her mind.

She felt stupid and crazy, seeing things that weren't necessarily there. She wanted to protect her son, but how could she? Charlie was an adorable little girl that would grow into a beautiful young woman. How was she supposed to tell her son to be wary of something that sounded purely insane?

Raven was yanked from her thoughts as the gates opened wide and the hunting parting returned. She spotted Bellamy first- she always saw him first. He was one of those men a woman didn't forget. They'd had some moments, but they didn't add up to anything- not when he belonged to Clarke and she didn't belong to anyone anymore.

Charlie didn't have much, but she did have Bellamy. The smile on his face when she ran to him was so bright, so pure. When he caught the little girl up in his arms it was like every hardship, every bad memory melted away. He couldn't protect Clarke, but he could protect this little angel.

Raven's breath hitched as Bellamy's dark eyes settled on Ryder, his shoulder's tensing and muscles flexing. His gaze flashed to her for one split second, but she'd read more than she should.

The same fear haunted him, but in a different way. For her it brought anxiety, for him anger. She'd seen the spark- that spark of defiance and pure determination that made her feel sick to her stomach.

She watched as he put Charlie down, the little girl turning to Brandon. She grinned, throwing her little arms about his neck. The boy hugged her back just as fiercely, and Raven found Bellamy's gaze once more.

She swallowed thickly, but refused to look away. Clarke had been a hurricane, an unforgettable storm. Finn had been buckled, but Bellamy stood strong. Looking at Charlie, she could see the same strength of will- the same tempest brewing in her blue eyes.

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Bellamy held Raven's gaze, Charlie's hand snaking into his. He tried not to let his anger show, but he could tell by the look on her face that he'd been unsuccessful. He hated himself for being angry with a seven-year-old boy, but that boy looked too much like Finn.

Sometimes he would dream about the night that Clarke killed Finn, the look on her face when she came back. He'd blamed himself for not controlling Spacewalker's fallout, but mostly he blamed Finn for not holding it together.

It might not have been so bad if Finn hadn't been the one against the guns, against doing what needed to be done. Granted he'd brought balance, but he was still two faced in Bellamy's book and that was something he couldn't easily forgive.

Whatever wrong he'd done in his life, he'd always admitted to it. He did whatever he needed to do, by whatever means necessary, to protect those he loved. Finn had been all talk, all grand gestures that meant nothing when it got a little hot.

Finn had killed all because he was afraid for Clarke, as if that meant he loved her more. Bellamy felt his chest tighten. He was no white knight, but he'd tried every day to be better; to be the man she needed, the man who could stand beside her.

He'd never gotten that opportunity, but he did have Charlie. Clarke had chosen him to raise her daughter, and part of him wondered if that would have still been her choice if Finn had been alive. He tried not to bog himself down with what ifs, but they snuck up on him sometimes.

He shuddered to think of Charlie with Finn. The little girl was as wild as the wind, a lot like him. She was where she belonged and he would be hanged if anyone ever tried to take her from him. It just couldn't happen, and wouldn't if he was still breathing air.

"Uncky Bell," Charlie sounded exasperated, and adorably annoyed.

"Yes," Bellamy smiled, breaking free of Raven's gaze.

"Can we go home now, you smell," she pinched her nose and made a face.

He chuckled, scooping her up in his arms and took Brandon's hand, "As you wish, my little Princess."

Charlie gave him a triumphant smile, extending her arm as though she held a sword as she yelled a squeaky, "Charge!"

He broke into a jog, Brandon trotting along beside him talking to Charlie. The kids were already planning what they would do- which mainly consisted of coloring and possibly a movie from the old archives.

"Can we watch the Princesses, Uncky Bell," Charlie asked, giving him her best puppy dog eyes.

Bellamy looked down at Brandon, the little boy shrugging with a grin.

"We just can't say no to her, Dad," he said with a shake of his head, "Not when she makes that face…"

Bellamy laughed, his previous thoughts and fears long gone. Who knew what the future would hold? But for right now, time spread out before them with endless possibilities for memories to be made. His children would make mistakes, but they had him to guide them. He would protect them for as long as he could- that was something he and Clarke didn't have.

"Yes, we can watch the Princesses," he replied, kissing Charlie's cheek.

He smiled. He wanted to enjoy her at four, not worry what would be when she turned eighteen. Could and might were always a possibility, but not right now. Right now she loved princesses and strawberries, and he was her hero. He wanted that for as long as possible.

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