So since you guys are amazing and wonderful and practically obsess over Bellessia, one of my friends convinced me to make a video for them so I started a few days ago and it just...happened again. If you find the YouTube link on my profile, it'll be the most recent video uploaded! Enjoy it!
Disclaimer: Refer to the Pilot.
I Am Become Death
The crash site was covered in dirt and debris, complete with charred skeletons and flesh-covered limbs. Fires were all around the remnants of the ship, the forest around it scorched by the explosion from the impact. There was not a single soul alive, not a single survivor standing. Alessia walked around the crash site, looking for anything that could be salvaged from the explosion, staring at the dead bodies wondering if one of them happened to belong to her father. Not a single tear burned in her eyes and all she felt inside was a whole big pile of nothing. Was it normal? She had no idea. She knew that her father was dead and perhaps it hadn't sunk in yet.
She could hear Bellamy, Raven, and Finn fighting a few feet away from her, but she just looked down at the debris beneath her feet with dry eyes and no thoughts in her head. It was a while before she heard a voice louder than the others and realized that it was directed towards her.
"You shouldn't be here."
Alessia looked up to find Bellamy standing a few feet away from her, a gun positioned in his hands so tight she could see the white in his knuckles. She hadn't been allowed to take a gun, for a reason that she didn't object to because she didn't feel like it. Alessia avoided Bellamy's eyes, knowing that there was a sad light in them, but she didn't feel like seeing it. Swallowing, she stepped forward and reached out at his hands to pull them loose.
"Don't hold the gun so tight. It'll cramp your fingers so it'll be harder to pull the trigger if you have to. Just relax." Her voice was hard and stern, yet soft and quiet at the same time. A complete contradiction. She seemed unbothered by the sight around her, and it only made Bellamy more worried. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, there was a shout from Raven.
"Clarke, stop!" Both Alessia and Bellamy turned to watch as Raven rushed over to the distraught blonde by the rocket of the exodus ship. The two moved, following Raven's run and Finn's jog over to Clarke.
"Rocket fuel?" Clarke filled in.
"Hydrazine," Raven clarified as she squatted down next to the rocket. "Highly unstable in its non-solid form. If this stuff meets fire, we're all pink mist."
To demonstrate her point, Raven slowly dipped a piece of rock in the puddle of hydrazine Clarke was standing next to and she turned at everyone around her with a yell.
"Fire in the hole!" She chucked the rock far enough away for it to hit the surface of the crash site and explode in a cloud of fire clear of all their people. Seeing as her warning got to everyone, she turned to Bellamy and Finn and announced, "We need to clear the area."
"Okay, then." Bellamy turned to his men behind him and began to shout, but Alessia did it for him.
"Hey! We're heading back to camp. I want all of you in formation and your weapons hot once we get off the crash site! No straggling, you got that?" She heard a chorus of agreements from the men behind her and she soon realized Bellamy was staring at her. Distractedly, she looked at him with a shrug. "What?"
Bellamy stared at her, trying to form the words to explain what he was seeing, but he watched as Finn came behind Alessia with a concerned expression on his face and spoke for their leader.
"Alessia...maybe you should take a breather," Spacewalker suggested, causing her to turn around and look at him with a blank, confused expression. "Let Bellamy handle it for a while."
Bellamy and Finn exchanged a knowing glance above her head, but then, all of a sudden, Alessia started to laugh. She looked back and forth between Messiah and Spacewalker and just smiled at them.
"Guys, my dad died," she started bluntly, "it's not like the world exploded. I have things to do, a war to fight. You gonna help me or what?"
With a snort, Alessia walked off towards the woods where they came from and left Finn and Bellamy behind to process her words. She kept waiting for the sadness to hit her, but even as she said the blunt words to her friends, she didn't feel any sorrow towards her father being dead. It was strange, but she just...didn't. The only thought inside of her head was how the hell they were going to fight a war with an army ten times the size of theirs considering that there were no soldiers coming down to help them.
Because as if it weren't bad enough that they had to fight a war against experienced, extremist Grounders, now they had to do it all alone with limited supplies. There was no time to think about her dead dad, no time to mourn him. So she walked on.
"Jasper, tell us again, how'd you stay so calm? I would've been terrified." Margot, Monty, and Octavia listened to Harper ask Jasper such an in-awe question while a group of people stood around him, all oozing with admiration.
"Fear's only a problem if you let it stop you, right?" Jasper countered. Octavia looked out of the gate, her eyes locked on a single white flower hidden in a tree that was meant to signal her, but both Monty and Margot were staring at Jasper, both with different expressions on their faces. Monty was proud; Margot was disgusted.
"Finn should get a copyright on that saying so idiots like Jasper can't just steal it out of the air like that," Margot hissed at her friend as she stared at Jasper with her arms crossed over her chest. Octavia turned and listen as well to Jasper's recount of his "heroic" actions.
"I saw the Grounders in the trees. It was like...nothing I ever felt. You know, pure animal instinct took over. One pull of the trigger, two Grounders dead."
"'Pure animal instinct'?" Octavia repeated Jasper's line as she looked at Monty and Jasper with incredulity tracing her orbs. "More like pants-wetting panic."
"You're not even supposed to 'pull' the trigger." Margot scoffed, full of hatred. "You squeeze, damn it! It's like the first rule you learn!"
Jasper continued at the fire, "You don't really know what you're made of until a moment like that, you know, when it's kill or be killed? And there's just nothing between you and the tip of the spear."
Margot let out a frustrated groan. "Okay, someone cover me, I'm going in—"
"Come on." Monty softly stopped his friend from heading forward and Margot turned around with an annoyed gleam in her eye. "Let us have this."
"Us?" Octavia chimed from behind him. Monty nodded.
"Look at him. The boy's a folk hero. They even gave us a bigger tent!"
Margot rolled her eyes. "I know what it's like to be the underdog, Monty, but he's just plain arrogant now. This is not the Jasper who's my friend."
"Oh, come on, Margot, that's being a little melodramatic."
Before Margot could protest to Monty's far-off statement, there was a sound coming from outside the camp. The trip wire they'd set up to alert a Grounder attack made a noise, and someone shouted out the obvious fact. The entire crowd stopped what they were doing and everyone inquired to the noise, but Octavia was the first to jump. Lincoln's flower kept burning in her memory but she knew she couldn't just open the gate and walk out. Suddenly, there were three loud popping noises from a gun and the entire crowd gasped at it. Connor and Derek led the way from the front of the gate to where the trip wire had been triggered, and Octavia followed pursuit quickly, trying to get to the scene first in case it was Lincoln. She heard a scold behind her, but her head was throbbing thinking that they could've shot Lincoln.
"Octavia, be careful," Connor warned from behind her. Seeing the wounded body by a tree just on the edge of their camp, she slowly bent down and prayed to every God she was aware of that it wasn't Lincoln. Tentatively, she touched the body's shoulder and whoever it was jumped up at the slightest touch, causing her to coil back. The face was dark for a moment, but once Connor stepped forward with the torch lit brightly in his hand, it was clear who it was.
"Oh, my God."
"No way."
Octavia stared at the intruder caked in his own blood and shaking nervously on the ground. "Murphy?"
"Where is he?" Bellamy demanded as he, Finn, Clarke, and Alessia stepped into the drop ship upon the news that Murphy was back in the camp. Bellamy looked around at the spectators watching Murphy as if he were a caged animal. Lowly, he growled, "Everyone but Connor and Derek out...now!"
"He claims he was with the Grounders," Derek told their leader as the shuffling of the spectators sounded behind them and they were left with much more space than before.
"We caught him trying to sneak back into camp," Connor explained.
Murphy, curled up in a nook aware of the guns pointed at his head, murmured, "I wasn't sneaking. I was running from the Grounders."
"And where were these supposed Grounders?" Alessia asked Connor and Derek, looking up at them with expecting eyes. Both of them shook their heads. "So there weren't any, then?"
"Well, in that case—" Bellamy started, lifting his gun to point it right at Murphy's head. Just as he did, Finn jumped forward and smacked the gun down.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"We were clear on what would happen if he came back!"
Bellamy raised his gun again, but Finn stepped in front of it and protected Murphy with his own body. "No! If he was with the Grounders, then he knows things that can help us!"
"Help us? We hanged him, we banished him, and now we're gonna kill him. Get the hell out of my way."
"Knock it off, Blake," Alessia grumbled as she stepped forward to observe Murphy. Clarke moved forward as well to bend down at Murphy's side and examine him in a doctor-like manner. "Finn is right, we shouldn't kill him."
"Like hell he is! Alessia, think about Charlotte!"
"Charlotte doesn't have anything to do with this Bellamy, this is a strategy. Intel," she reasoned. "Right now, Murphy is nothing more than the equivalent of a video feed. He'll tell us everything he knows about his time at the Grounder's camp and if he doesn't, you can kill him. So he better not be lying."
"He's not," Clarke spoke from the floor as she looked at Murphy's fingers, her hands holding his blood-covered ones. "His fingernails were torn off. They tortured him."
"You and the Grounders should compare notes," Finn murmured to Bellamy bitterly. But Bellamy was tired of the sour comments.
"The Grounders know we're at war." He spoke to Murphy loudly. "What did you tell them about us?"
Murphy hesitated before speaking. "Everything."
The entire room fell silent realizing what it meant. After a long while, everyone could hear Alessia murmur under her breath. "Shit. Murphy, you goddamn idiot."
"They were torturing me!"
"What happened to Mr. Tough Guy, huh?" She spun around at him angrily. "Ready to fight me to the death? Held a knife up to my throat and threatened to cut through it? God, you're an embarrassment to all psychopaths out there!"
"Once he's better, we find out what he knows, and then he's out of here, okay?" Clarke reasoned with Bellamy, but didn't give him the chance to argue with her before she turned to walk out of the drop ship. But Bellamy turned back around at her.
"What if he refuses to leave? What do we do with him then?"
"Then we kill him," Clarke said simply and walked out. Once she was gone, Alessia bent down in front of Murphy with a cup full of water in her hand. She extended it to him and watched as he took it carefully and then drank like a savage.
"Drink up, Buttercup." Alessia lifted herself from her bent position and grabbed the cup once he was done. "Get better fast. I'm gonna have some fun with you."
It was when Alessia was grabbing the knife from her tent that she heard someone coming in. She expected it to be Clarke coming to get something, but she found that when she turned around and slipped the knife into her boot that it was Bellamy, watching her as she sighed and put her leg down on the ground.
"Sure, Blake. Come on in."
"We need to talk."
"Well, we can do that outside the tent, you know." She gave him a sour smile and pointed to the exit, where he stared for a moment and eventually held open the tent flap for her and they both stepped out into the air. Alessia didn't skip a beat as she headed for the drop ship. "So what do you want to talk about, Messiah? War strategies? Torture tactics? Hey, when am I going to get my gun back—?"
"Alessia, you're acting strange," Bellamy confessed. Alessia raised an eyebrow but didn't turn around at him. "And by acting strange, I mean...you're acting strangely normal."
"I'd say you're the one acting strange." She looked behind her shoulder at him. "I mean, when was the last time you called me Alessia? I think that's twice in one day now."
"See? That's what I'm talking about." Bellamy came to a stop and hearing him stop in his tracks, she reluctantly turned at him to find him staring, confused. "You're acting like what happened with the exodus ship never happened. That's not normal."
"What do you want me to do, Bellamy?" She stepped forward, now irritated. "Cry? Bury my head in the sand? My dad was an asshole. He killed people because of his own personal malice—he was a bad man. I knew that. The only reason I ever agreed to talk to him was because I told you I would so that you could let Clarke talk to Jaha on your behalf. In fact, he was probably as big of a dick as you are."
"Look, you can deal with your dad's death however the hell you want, Robin Hood." He said her name with emphasis and stepped forward closer to her. "You can call me whatever you feel like. But you're not spearheading this war because you're a ticking time bomb."
"I don't need this. I don't take orders from anyone. Especially not—"
She cut herself off feeling something strange trickling down her lip. Bellamy had stopped too, the leader-like tone drained from his eyes and a new concern stretched across his features. Alessia lifted her hand up and wiped the liquid off of her lips, only to pull it back and find that it was blood coming from her nose. She looked down at her blood-covered hands and shook her head.
"What the hell..."
"Clarke!" It was Connor who was yelling their leader's name, and Bellamy and Alessia turned around to see Clarke emerging from the comms tent with red streaks down her eyes.
"Connor?"
"It won't stop."
"What the hell is going on?" Bellamy murmured to himself as he looked from Connor, who was coughing up blood, to Derek, who was coughing up more blood. "Connor...Derek...Clarke..."
"Murphy," Alessia growled through her teeth and made a beeline for the drop ship. Bellamy followed right after her. Clarke was already inside the drop ship, bent over in front of Murphy speaking softly to him. Alessia could make out faint words, but she didn't care about what Clarke was saying. "Hey, dickhead! What the hell did you do to us?"
"They let him go," Clarke whispered under her breath. Alessia had been too fast for Bellamy to keep up, but eventually he rushed into the drop ship with a gun in his hand barreling right at Murphy. Instead, Clarke held up her hand at him. "Bellamy! Stay back."
"Alessia was bleeding and she said it was Murphy. Did he do something?" Clarke shook her head at him and seeing her shocked look, Bellamy's eyes widened as he realized something was wrong. "What the hell is this?"
"Biological warfare," Clarke replied as she turned back at him with a solemn expression. "You were waiting for the Grounders to retaliate for the bridge? This is it. Murphy's the weapon."
"At least you're useful to someone out there," Alessia snarled as Clarke tilted his head back against the wall and tried to clean up the blood on his face with a towel in her hand. She paced back and forth, but she could feel the energy that was draining inside of her, just refused to let it get into her head. Bellamy stood far enough away to not be contaminated.
"Is this your revenge? Helping the Grounders kill us?" he demanded. Murphy let out a sigh.
"I didn't know about this, okay? I swear."
"Stop lying!" Bellamy screamed. "When are they coming?"
"Murphy, think," Clarke urged him gently. "What can you tell us that's useful? Did you hear anything?"
But all Murphy was able to produce was a growl. "They are vicious. Cruel."
"You want to see vicious?!"
Bellamy moved forward to strike Murphy down, but instead, Alessia stepped in front of him and made sure not to touch him. "Don't. A blind idiot would even see that this thing gets spread through contact—maybe it's even airborne. You should get out of here now."
"Clarke?" Before Bellamy could get a chance to respond to Alessia, Finn came busting through the door of the drop ship looking for Clarke. She turned at him with urgent eyes.
"Finn, you shouldn't be in here! No one should."
"I heard you were sick. Clarke, what is this?"
"I don't know," she said slowly. "Some kind of...hemorrhagic fever. We just need to contain it before—"
Right as she was about to finish the sentence, there was a loud retching from the corner. Derek was convulsing on the floor, coughing up tremendous amounts of blood. Clarke moved right towards him, and Finn grabbed her arm, causing her to immediately backlash.
"Don't touch me!" Clarke snapped at him as she jerked her arm away. "You could get sick. You need to wash your hands. Now."
"What the hell is happening to him?" Finn asked as he moved behind Clarke to the water supply. She shook her head, absolutely confused, and everyone watched as Derek retched more and vomited his own blood with coughs until, finally, he collapsed on the floor without another movement. Clarke dropped to her knees and began to feel around for a pulse while everyone waited in anticipation and fear.
"Is he...?" Bellamy trailed off.
Clarke lifted her head and turned around. "He's dead." The entire room fell silent until Clarke got up off her knees and grabbed a canister of Monty's moonshine. "Here. Alcohol. Hold out your hand." Finn obliged her and let the germ-killer all over his hands, waving them out to dry them off.
"What do we do?" Finn inquired.
"Quarantine," Clarke replied. "Round up everyone who had contact with Murphy. Bring them here."
"And everyone they had contact with?" Bellamy pushed as Finn walked out of the drop ship. She looked at him slowly.
"Well, we have to start somewhere. Connor, who was with you when you found him? Who carried him in? Think!"
Connor answered her after a beat. "The first one there was Octavia."
A long while passed as the entire drop ship flooded with people who started having symptoms and were going to eventually if Clarke's predictions were correct. The third level was used for those who weren't symptomatic, but the rest of the drop ship was covered in sick teenagers coughing up their blood and covered in others. Alessia tried to stay up on her feet and help those who were at the worst of it, but she could feel her own body giving out. Regardless, she barreled through and paid no mind to her own health. Clarke had gone out to oversee the movement of the bodies of those who had died as result of the sickness, and all they could do was hope that it wasn't all their fates. But things outside turned from quiet to an uproar within seconds, causing Alessia to be concerned. She lifted the tent over the drop ship door and walked outside to see Clarke backing away from the scene.
"What the hell is going on out here?" Alessia said hoarsely as she looked around, her eyes strained at the sight of the setting sun. Clarke shook her head, unable to respond, and tired of all the screaming, Alessia walked inside and grabbed the the weapon that Connor had brought into the drop ship with him. Since she couldn't have her own gun for some stupid reason, she stole his and walked back out into the light, ahead of Clarke and off the drop ship's platform. Clarke stood behind her and watched as she fired three straight bullets up in the air, gaining everyone's attention. The entire crowd silenced and she looked around at them, pissed off.
"What did Clarke say when we brought these guns into this camp, huh?" she began, her eyes cutting through every single one of the guilty souls. Her voice reached a high point. "These weapons are not toys! They are not for your personal enjoyment! These weapons are meant to kill these goddamn Grounders who...might not even have enemies to fight if we kill each other first!"
Suddenly, one of the boys standing beside her turned his gun to point right at her. "They won't have to kill us if we all catch the virus. Get back in the damn drop ship!"
Alessia placed the gun on her shoulder and pointed it in a swift instant, but before she could do anything or think about anything, Bellamy had taken the gun from the boy and had punched the hell out of him so that the boy stumbled back into the ground, weaponless. He turned back and watched as Alessia lowered her weapon and Clarke stood idly at the drop ship door.
"Not to state the obvious, but your quarantine isn't working," he said to Clarke.
She looked like she was about to say something back, but before she could, Clarke started to fall, her knees buckling beneath her as her face went pale. Finn, who had been standing closer to the drop ship, ran over without a single hesitation and caught the blonde as she fell, letting her land right in his arms. Raven shouted a warning to him, but she was too late. By the time she told him not to touch her, Clarke was already in his arms.
"Hey," Clarke breathed out. "Let me go. I'm okay."
"No, you're not," Finn countered seriously. Her breathing quickened.
"Octavia will come back with a cure."
"There is no cure," said a shout amongst the crowd. Bellamy turned around to see his sister come out breathing heavily from a run back. "But the Grounders don't use the sickness to kill!"
"Really?" Bellamy turned and pointed at the dead bodies. "Tell that to them! I warned you about seeing that Grounder again."
"Yeah, well, I have a warning for you, too." She looked at the crowd and said louder, "The Grounders are coming! And they're attacking at first light."
The whole crowd murmured amongst themselves, and Octavia stared back Clarke and Finn before rushing forward to help them. Bellamy caught her arm, trying to detain her, but she jerked out of his grasp and walked with Finn and Clarke back into the drop ship. Alessia could feel her head spin, but she ignored it and watched as Bellamy turned to Raven.
"How many bullets can you make by first light?"
Raven said nothing, but Alessia watched them and muttered under her breath, "Not enough."
Right as she said the words, she started to feel the way that Clarke had looked before when she had fallen. Instead of falling, however, Alessia just stumbled slightly, her eyes opening and closing, readjusting to focus. She could make out Bellamy's figure as he moved forward but, in another swift movement, the gun was pointed at his chest.
"Stay away from me, Blake," she warned as she stumbled back. Bellamy stared at her and watched the color drain from her face. "I...might be infected, but I'm not your goddamn Princess. Find a way to fend off those Grounders."
Without waiting for a response, Alessia lowered the gun and moved back into the drop ship, her vision blurring and her head feeling immensely hot. The second she stepped through the door, she set the gun down softly beside Connor where she had gotten it and looked around for a moment, finding that there was an empty space right at her feet.
"This seems like a good enough place to sleep," she murmured, but she didn't even make it to lying down softly; she dropped right onto the blankets and a darkness eclipsed her eyes.
She wasn't sure, exactly, when it was that she resumed consciousness. It seemed like a while, but there was no way to tell. Instantly, she felt a very present wellness inside of her and she could tell that sleeping it off had done her some good. There was blood all over the area she was lying on, and she figured that it had to be her own since she had no recollection of the dark spots before her slumber. The sickness was still there, but it was beginning to fade. Her head was starting to clear and her eyes were more focused and sharp. They were so focused that she could see the people inside of the drop ship, all of the sick ones that were coughing or sleeping or vomiting around them.
And among them, she realized suddenly, was Bellamy.
"Damn it..." She forced herself up from her position and crawled over a few places until she managed to get to Bellamy, who was over on his side coughing up blood. Her hands found his collar and she waited for him to be done before rolling him back over. "Hey! Bellamy? Bellamy, are you okay?"
He groaned softly. "Where's Octavia?"
"I-I don't know."
"She was here...with me...earlier..." He started to cough again, and so she turned him back over on his side where the last of the blood came up. When he was done, he managed to turn back on his own, and his uncomfortably warm hand found her own on his jacket. He forced his eyes open. "Are you feeling better?"
"Who the hell cares?" Her grip tightened. "Are you okay?"
"I care." He coughed again, but didn't need to roll onto his side again. "And I'm fine. For now, at least."
"Good." She let out a deep breath in relief and relaxed her grip that was becoming too strong for her body to handle. The two sat in silence for a while, Alessia on her knees beside him and Bellamy lying down on his back barely able to stay awake. She wanted to let him sleep, but she was afraid that if he slept then he wouldn't wake up. And in that moment, where she really let herself think about what would happen if he didn't, she let it sink in that her father was dead. It was a slip, a small one, but it was enough for Bellamy to see.
He spoke softly. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Something," he returned pointedly. She just sat still, looking at his fingers closed on the back of her palm and she didn't say anything. "Hey. Just...look at me," Bellamy whispered quietly and, reluctantly, she lifted her eyes to meet his. "You know, it's okay for you not to be Robin Hood sometimes, Alessia. You don't always have to be so strong."
She wanted to say something, but her throat closed up and she had no idea what to say, even if she could. Without realizing it, a single tear had come down her cheek, and that one tear caused a flood. She tried to stop it, lifting the hand that wasn't underneath Bellamy's to get rid of the tears she cried and let roll down her face, but she couldn't help it. The entirety of the situation was starting to sink in: her father was dead. Her father, whom she hated to no end but still loved and missed as dearly as a daughter could, was gone. She would never get the chance to start over, never get the chance to fix it.
Bellamy watched her cry, seeing the pain in her eyes as she let it sink into her head what had happened. He swallowed thickly and pulled her to lay down, in the midst of her sobs, next to him and he listened to her cry harder than he was sure she'd ever had. He didn't want it for her; he didn't want her to be in pain, but he also didn't want her to live however many years of her life focusing her attention on war or anger just to avoid the unavoidable truth. He'd had to face that fear of being alone when his mother was floated and his sister taken from him.
"I hated him," she whispered against Bellamy's shoulder. "I hated him so much for what he did but now...he's dead and I don't know what to do."
He didn't say anything. He just pulled her closer and she sobbed into his chest without thinking, without reservations at all. Soon, the sobs died, and she glanced up at him to find him struggling to stay awake. Alessia lifted herself from his embrace and bit her lip.
"You should sleep. I'll—"
"Don't." He stopped her from going and she turned around at him to find him struggling to keep his eyes open just a little longer. "Just stay."
She looked at him, surprised, but didn't have it in her heart to object. Without saying a word, she went back down in his arms and listened to him as his slow breathing turned even and he fell asleep like she had before. She didn't fall back asleep the entire time that Bellamy was under, but just listened to the sound of his breathing and watched. It was strange, she realized, what a sickness could do to a person. Bellamy had tried to get her to talk to him before, but she wanted to believe that he'd never tell her anything like that unless he was sure he was about to die. But, maybe, she just didn't have Bellamy Blake all figured out like she thought.
He woke a while later, alerted and confused for a moment or two before Alessia lifted her head and let him sit up. She straightened as well, her hand still below his as they sat on the edge of the blanket they had been lying on, and he turned his body to her.
"How long was I out?" he asked groggily. She shook her head.
"I have no idea. I'll go get some—"
She moved to get up and get him water, but before she could, Murphy walked up to her side and extended a cup of water to Bellamy. He reached out and pushed it away roughly.
"Get the hell away from me."
"Bellamy, you're sick, okay? I'm just trying to help."
"Murphy, get lost," Alessia barked at him. "He doesn't want your help and, quite frankly, I don't, either. I'll help him."
"Well...here..."
Murphy grabbed a towel from beside him and extended it to Alessia, but she just frowned at him and waited for him to go away. As the silence ensued, Bellamy wiped his mouth on his sleeve and then growled to the traitor, "When I get better, if you're still here—"
"Hey." Clarke came up behind Murphy and jerked her head back. "I've got it."
With a sigh, Murphy handed Clarke the cup of water he'd gotten for Bellamy and, once he was gone, Clarke gave Alessia the water and she moved it to Bellamy, who took it with the hand that wasn't covering Alessia's. Clarke sat down on the other side of her friend and, as Bellamy sipped his water, Alessia turned to her.
"Are you feeling better, Clarke?"
"Yeah. You?"
"I'll...survive." Alessia's lips twitched softly and she looked at Bellamy before asking Clarke, "Hey, do you know where Octavia went?"
"She was up all night helping people. Murphy gave her a break."
"Don't tell me you trust him now," Bellamy scolded her from the other side of Alessia. Clarke practically scoffed.
"Trust? No. I do believe in second chances, though."
Things between the three were silent until Bellamy looked to the door of the drop ship and sighed. "It's almost dawn. We better get everyone inside. If we lock the doors, maybe the Grounders will think we're not home."
"Yeah, let's try our luck with that one," Alessia murmured facetiously.
"Not everyone's sick," Clarke contested.
"Sick is better than dead!"
Clarke paused. "You don't think Finn and Jasper are gonna pull it off."
"Pull what off?" Alessia looked between Clarke and Bellamy, confused. "No one's told me anything. What are Finn and Jasper doing?"
"Raven built a bomb out of the hydrazine that was at the crash site," Bellamy explained to her softly. "Finn's supposed to set up the bomb and I was supposed to shoot it to set it off, but since I got sick and you were sick and all of my other shooters were sick, I asked Jasper to go."
"Are you serious?" She scowled, but he showed no signs of a joke on his face, which she knew was the truth from the beginning. "Bellamy! Look, Jasper managed to get a few good shots at some Grounders at the bridge, but he won't be able to do this. Back at the bridge, it was a no-think-just-do thing. This is planned, strategic. We're all dead!"
Clarke, Alessia, and Bellamy were all quiet for the longest time before Clarke realized that Alessia's truth would most likely hold to be evident. The blonde let out a heavy exhale.
"I'll get everyone inside."
He only had so many bullets. Jasper shot and he shot and he shot at the bomb Raven had set up on the bridge, defying the plan that Finn was supposed to take it himself, but none of it mattered after the last bullet in his gun was gone and the bomb was still undetonated. Jasper pulled the trigger of his gun over and over again, staring down at it with wide eyes, wishing that there was another bullet hiding somewhere inside of the machinery. But they were all gone, every last one.
"Damn it!" Jasper cursed under his breath.
"You call that shooting?" Monty shouted as he emerged from the forest. Jasper turned around to see Monty and Margot follow up behind him with their backs hunched over. Jasper widened his eyes at them.
"Monty? Margot?" He watched them as they each came up to their sides. "L-Last time was a fluke...I-I panicked."
He had been so terrible to them. He kicked Monty out of his tent and he knew Margot was disgusted with his behavior, he just didn't acknowledge it. Monty waved his hand dismissively.
"So what? You still made the shot, right?"
"Twice."
With a nod, Monty handed the gun he had brought with him to Jasper and Jasper looked between Monty and Margot for motivation. Hesitantly, he asked, "How many rounds?"
"Three." Monty placed a hand on Jasper's shoulder. "You got this."
With a shaking breath, Jasper positioned the gun and looked through the eyepiece to see his target. He tried to keep a steady hand and he aimed straight at the bomb, but it missed again. The Grounders on the bridge all stopped and looked around for a shooter, and Jasper cursed under his breath again. He attempted a second time with Monty's annoyed voice in his ear.
"Did you not hear me say you got this?"
"Come on, Jasper, shoot." Margot hissed at him and with another deep breath, he pulled the trigger again. Another misfire. Right as he lined up his third and final shot, Margot groaned. "Oh, give me the damn thing!"
Without hesitation, Jasper handed Margot the gun and she looked straight through at the bomb and after lining up her shot, squeezed the trigger lightly. The bullet went off flying towards the bridge, and hit the bomb dead-on, causing the explosion to blast all the Grounders on the bridge right off. A dark cloud of smoke and ash rose above the bridge, able to be seen and heard by anyone in a hundred miles.
Jasper and Monty both looked at Margot, astounded, who took the gun down from the positioning rock proudly and handed it to Jasper. "You wanted pure animal instinct? There you have it." They just stared at her further, waiting for an explanation. She rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine. My dad was a little obsessed with me learning how to ward off the rapists."
In the distance, those who were at the camp could see the large grey cloud and realized that they had no reason to rush into the drop ship any longer. Jasper and Finn had done it—they delayed the attack, no matter how long the delay was for. Clarke, Bellamy, and Alessia were all pleasantly surprised at the success.
"They did it," Bellamy whispered. Clarke watched the cloud, as did the rest of them.
"'I am become death, destroyer of worlds'," she commented quietly. She could feel Bellamy's eyes on her, and so she clarified, "It's...Oppenheimer, the man who built the first—"
"I know who Oppenheimer is," Bellamy stopped her with a small smile on his lips.
"Ask him about Jane Austen," Alessia muttered under her breath to Clarke. "You'd be surprised. I know I was." She locked eyes with Bellamy for a split moment, and instead of thinking about what had happened in the drop ship earlier—whatever they were doing in their unconventional relationship—she just watched while Clarke went inside to help the rest of the people who weren't infected get out before they became it. She let out a heavy sigh and stood next to Bellamy. "So, since I cried, does that mean I can have my gun back?"
"You can have your gun back when you're ready to have it back," Bellamy countered seriously. She wanted to object, but she could see the sincerity in his eyes. Eventually, she nodded.
"All right. But I think it might be sooner than you think." She crossed her arms and watched as he waited for her explanation. "Look, I might not have to be Robin Hood all the time, but I am. Just because...just because my father died doesn't mean the world doesn't move on. I got over what happened to my boyfriend, I'll get over what happened to my dad. But that doesn't mean I'm going to stop...being me."
She watched as Bellamy decided whether or not to argue, and eventually, he just nodded. "Fair enough."
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Momsen-xxxx: Let me tell you, I remember drinking something when I got the email for this review and I literally did a spit take. That was hilarious :)
WinchesterDixonBros: She got over it pretty quickly, I think the two of them are getting used to low blows with each other. Their relationship seriously developed in this chapter, I think. Honestly, I remember writing out the first few scenes and automatically telling myself that Bellamy and Alessia needed to really develop more in this one considering the circumstances. Unfortunately for them, they took one step forward in this chapter and they'll take twelve steps back in the next. Yes, there seems to be a lot of happiness over them 'getting it on' in the forest lol. Thanks for reviewing!
BrittWitt16: Yeah, Alessia and Finn's bromance does not include the topic of sex. So Clarke kind of knows about Bellamy and Alessia but in season 2 there will kind of be this moment where she'll see how much Alessia and Bellamy care about each other and she'll be like "ohhhhhhh wow that's something new". I like that little 'tree' you snuck into your straight line of 'omg's that was pretty sneaky. The banter was completely on purpose because Bellessia doesn't stop being Bellessia just because they've had sex. Thank you! Tears and cheers indeed :)
Ain'tEasyBeingBreezy: It was definitely about time for it! Unfortunately, with everything going on, that's about all the time they have for it which is sad :/
ambrosesdixon: I was trying to think about the best way to write that Bellessia scene and I realized Bellamy wouldn't really be one to beat around the bush and stuff, he'd just go up to her, take her, and...in their case, shove her up against a tree and tell her it was about fucking time. Honestly I think Calix might be in everyone's best interest because we're going to see how Alessia deals in such a high-stress situation and it's going to be a lot of fun for me to write her character that way. Plus we get even more Bellessia out of it :) So this chapter kind of answered all of your questions but Alessia tried (and failed) to pretend that everything was okay and Bellamy kind of just pushed her to the limit and made her see that it was okay to feel sad about it. DON'T EVER BE SORRY FOR QUESTIONS. The whole point of doing these responses is so that I can answer them! Hope you prepared yourself well for this chapter!
highwayblues1: Thank you!
katiesgotagun: Yep! Calix isn't going anywhere any time soon! Alessia will be taken to Mt. Weather just because I need her to be out of Bellamy, Kane, and Calix's hair for a while so that they can all kind of grasp the situation before she comes swooping back in just so that she's not there when they kind of learn what they need to learn and do what they need to do...otherwise that would be hella awkward. Thanks! This chapter was updated faster than expected, but hey, I hope you enjoyed!
narelclollie: Thank you! I work really hard on them and I worry the hell out of myself when I plan everything out. Yes, Season 2 is going to be amazing and hopefully I'll get there soon. I'm not going to be able to write a whole lot during the summer so hopefully I can get a little bit into Season 2 before the school year ends. Eh...unfortunately Bellamy might have to. But I'm going to try my best to keep the drama flowing smoothly.