Chapter 7: Dinner is Served
The search for Jasper didn't take much longer, as they heard him scream oout in pain. Clarke leading the group through the thick expanse of trees and shrubbery, and there he was strung up in the middle of an open clearing.
"Oh my god, Jasper."
"Clarke Wait!" She heard Finn call out, but it was far to late as she felt the ground beneath her give way.
Everything went by in slow motion as her eyes made contact with the spikes below which were about to send her to her death, but before that could happen she felt the crowbar grip of her all to familiar hands wrap around her wrist and her body jerked to a stop.
She watched the panic in his eyes, she knew he could see it in hers as well,
As she wait for those few seconds that it took for the gang of boys to help lift her she knew she needed to make things right with Bellamy somehow.
"Help her up.." the chants echoed as she felt herself being edged over the side of her almost grave.
Finn was the first to bring her feet, as she watched Bellamy struggle to sit up himself.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine," she replied, her eyes moving from Bellamy to Finn before darting around again to Jasper, "But we need to get him down from there."
I will cut him down from there…" Finn answered.
Wells following his lead with agreement, before being stopped by Finn whose unsteady trust with Bellamy made him request Murphy's assistance so that Wells could watch out for Clarke.
"He has a poultice, "everyone stopped quickly to eye what Clarke had just mentioned.
"Why would they leave him strung up to die and yet heal him?"
Bellamy finally found his voice as he spoke up "Because he's the bait."
"Get him down quick…we need to get out of here." Clarke called out to Finn and Murphy.
As every ones attention had been drawn to the boys task at hand. Bellamy had found his opportunity to express his worry to Clarke. While Wells was occupied Clarke felt the soft whisper of fingertips against the back of her hand. She looked to her side and found Bellamy staring straight at her again, his plea clear, "Are you okay?"
She gave him a gentle nod and found her own fingers brushing ever so lightly against his in return. Her other hand she had only now noticed was placed idly upon her ever expanding belly.
"Did you hear something…" her attention averted as the brushing of leaves and snapping of branches echoed across the opening, soon they were bombarded by a creature they knew would kill them in seconds.
Shots rang out in the air as Bellamy had struggled to find the gun –placed within the waistband of his pants and push a stunned Clarke behind him for protection. There stood Wells gun in hand and beast a few feet shy of them. Dead.
Meanwhile at Camp:
Octavia was at he wits end, she'd witnessed something she sure as hell wasn't suppose to have. The Princess and her brother having, a very heated an emotional moment the day after they had arrived a moment which had her head asking all sorts of questions.
She has watched Bellamy ease away like a shadow in the night out of the camps boundaries, she knew Bellamy preferred some alone time but she had her interest peaked when she saw Clarke leave the camp and making a beeline for Bellamy's path. Face clearly agitated and yet slightly worried as well.
This would be indeed interesting. After all it seemed as though Bellamy and Clarke hated each other so why would Princess be following the oldest Blake into the forest.
She had waited a few moments before following and then picked up her pace when she heard the distinct sound of two people arguing.
She heard Bellamy's voice crack with emotion, before she finally could see him from behind her hiding spot a few feet away.
"I'm sorry my fear caused you to get hurt. It was never my intention."
She watched as Clarke's body seemed to relax into his, far more intimate then they let on to anyone else in the camp and to herself as well.
"I … I just cant right n…"
Clarke started to walk away but staggered before dropping to her knees.
With just enough lighting from the moon and the stars above, Octavia saw the worry within Bellamys eyes as Clarke stumbled.
"Princess…"
Clarke seemed to be struggling… What was wrong with her? Octavia felt as if she should maybe step out from behind her hiding spot, but thought better against it.
"Clarke do you need me to get someone…something…" Bellamy knelt beside her worry etched even deeper within every crease of his face.
Then she saw Clarkes body go limp within her brothers arms.
"Clarke…Princess…" he called out, shaking her ever so slightly, "Baby… you need to wake up."
Octavia stood shocked, her excursion out to the woods seemed to have yielded more information then she had anticipated. Sure they seemed to have known each other, but she had never thought that it would be this tree topping.
Octavia decided to stay hidden yet again as he watched her brother place Clarke against a tree. He had paced back and forth almost a hundred times she felt worryingly biting at his thumb, which felt like hours. He'd brushed aside stray locks of hair from Clarkes face, his hand every now and than lingering a little longer. Finally Clarke woke with a start.
Octavia noticed Clarkes hand flew to her stomach but thought little of it because she must have been feeling sick.
"We're okay," Clarke had said aloud. Clarkes hand rubbed consecutive circles across her stomach as finally her attention was grabbed by Bellamy uttering her pet name.
Octavia waited and watched as soon, everything came together for her with the discovery that her brother was about to become a father. She couldn't take intruding on the moment anymore then she had already. Yes what was the difference but they seemed like they still had a lot of talking to do.
They'd been gone for hours now, in search of Jasper, and as much as she hoped he was okay and that they found him she really needed to talk to Clarke and Bellamy, or maybe Bell first because she had a few words reserved for him and his secrets. Clarke seemed like a reasonably smart girl, so how her idiot of a brother had won her over was beyond her.
A noise jostled from the outskirts of camp, and everyone seemed to have tensed before long out emerged the rescue party Finn and Wells holding onto a passed out Jasper, an alive passed out Jasper. Clarke calling orders from behind them to get him into the drop ship. As bossy as the blonde princess seemed she bared all the traits of one of the great leaders in the books Bellamy and her mother had read her.
"We brought food!" Bellamys voice rang out, grabbing her attention to the back of the rescue party and Murphy and Bellamy released a tarp only for the dead body of a huge animal fall flat at the feet of the camp fire.
Cheers rang out for the boys. Bellamy's chest a little puffed out, as people congratulated them and girls fawned all over him.
The fact that he seemed to be enjoying the affections of these girls, irked Octavia into action. She would have her word with him. It wouldn't wait any longer…
"Bell!" she gripped his arm, having pushed through the mass of girls and dragged him along with her along the same path he and Clarke took the nights before.
"O! Slow down! We cant be out here!"
"Yes we can, after all you've done it before and what I am about to say to you. Has nothing to do with the rest of camp."
A few ore feet of silent walking and Octavia turned on Bellamy in a whirl.
"You and Clarke! " she watched as his face pailed before he tried to right himself to look unphased.
"Me and Clarke … me and Clarke what O?"
"You're having a baby! "
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I will be honest this has been a hard chapter to get passed I have been fiddling with it for months. Anything I wrote seemed wrong or mostly at times my head wants to skip ahead a few chapters down the line. So finding the fill that I though I had starts disappearing. So I am hoping this will help. Enjoy and let me know what you think. Any suggestions as well to what you would like to see in the next chapter would be great as well.
Mel
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