Author's Note: Wow! This took forever! I am so sorry about the huge cliffhanger. Thank you so much for your patience and support, I love you all!
I haven't seen her in a week. That's seven days without hearing her voice.
I've never been this long away from my sister.
I can't stop thinking about her, about how much I miss her. I can't stop worrying about her.
I can't stop thinking about Clarke either, about her smile, her eyes scanning my face as if they wanted to remember every single detail of it, the way she tried to steal one more glance at me after they pushed her into her cell. The way the world seemed to disappear around us when our eyes locked.
I can't stop worrying about her either, what if she is in trouble? What if I got her in trouble? I miss her.
I miss my sister.
The door shuts between the two of them and Bellamy blinks a few times, trying to break the spell that has formed around them. Soon, the glare coming from the two guards helps him clear his thoughts too, and Bellamy realizes the stupidity of what he just did.
"What the hell was that, Blake?"
After a second, Bellamy is able to pull the smug mask that he wears around all the time, shrugging. "I'd seen her around before, alright? And you all freaked me out earlier when her cell was empty, next time you let out a prisoner let me know so I don't make an unnecessary trip."
One of the guards continues to glare at him, but the other relaxes and rolls her eyes at him.
"On the other hand, it wasn't a complete waste of my time if I got to see you," Bellamy flirted, winking at her. Her stupid giggle follows him as he walks down the hall, but he doesn't think twice of it as a quite different laughter echoes in his head.
He just can't wait to speak to her again.
"Bellamy you are blushing. Look at you! Bell, you are all red." Octavia comments as he crosses the door, giggling. Her brother laughs and chases her around the room until he finally catches her and tickles until Octavia admits she must have been mistaken. Bellamy presses his lips to his mother's cheek, and Aurora's amused smile disappears. She narrows her eyes at him.
"O, I'd like it if you slept with me tonight," she says simply, going back to her sewing. Bellamy's heart drops to his feet and the color drains from his face.
Octavia protests and looks up to her brother for support, but for the first time in a long time, he doesn't side up with her.
"How bad is it?" He asks the next day when he wakes up to his mother's hand on his forehead.
"Bad enough." Those words make Bellamy wince and he nods, standing up. He knows what they mean, they mean he has to go.
So he grabs a few clothes and caresses Octavia's face on his way out, the girl clings to his brother's burning hand for a second before letting go. His mother walks him to the infirmary, and it doesn't take long for Bellamy to realize that she is right: overnight his fever has increased, and a cold sweat has installed on his forehead. Whatever it is, it is most likely contagious, and they don't take those risks lightly.
After the incident with the scissors , Bellamy and Aurora realized he couldn't go around stabbing himself and robbing the infirmary whenever Octavia was in trouble, which meant they'd have to reduce the odds of the little girl getting sick. So Aurora had found a friend who smuggled out medicines and insisted on them spending a few nights on the infirmary whenever they were sick, just to avoid spreading the illness in their quarters.
He was helpful, yes. But despite that Bellamy hates him, the way his lips curl when they walk into the infirmary and how he brushes them against his mother's cheek.
He hates all of her friends.
Bellamy has always had a very vivid imagination, he had often had to make up stories to quiet Octavia's crying and he had often carried her around the room on his back pretending they were running away from gorillas in the jungle. That imagination didn't wear off with time, and it certainly didn't go away as he slept. Every night he had a crazier dream than the last.
The fever just makes them worse, and sleeping in an empty bed in the empty infirmary doesn't help either.
The nightmares aren't common, but when they come they are particularly hideous. And for the first time, Bellamy dreams of Clarke. He dreams of her golden hair running down the Sky Box's corridor, she runs towards him and he gets to hold her in his arms for the shortest of seconds before she is taken away. "I'm sorry, Bellamy... I'm sorry," she cries as she is dragged far from him, and no matter how fast he runs he is never able to catch up with her.
The usual image of opening the door to an empty quarter haunts him, in the dream he yanks the floorboards and cries out his sister's name, just to be answered with silence. He wakes up covered in sweat, his heart beating rapidly against his chest. It is around three in the morning and he has to keep himself from making the way across the Ark to check up on Octavia.
It is hard.
"O sends you this." Aurora says three days later, leaving his mythology book on his lap. When Bellamy picks it up, a gentle smile on his face, he realizes it is slightly thicker than usual. So he knows that Octavia has probably sneaked in a letter for him, or maybe some of Clarke's drawings.
He looks up to thank his mother for it, and he realizes he is in trouble.
Instead of his mother's face, Bellamy finds himself staring into a drawing, which she brings down in order to look at him, her lips are pressed together and her eyes sparkle anger.
"This fell down while I was walking down here." She comments, and Bellamy sighs, the Icarus drawing falling on his bed, slightly crumpled. He looks down to it and his eyes fall on Clarke's signature.
Love, Clarke G.
P.S Say hi to Octavia for me!
"It's not what you think," he begins, but Aurora cuts him short.
"She is in for treason, Bellamy. For spilling someone else's secrets. Don't you see?" His mother took her hand to the bridge of her nose, pressing it; a trait he had inherited from her. "You think just because you are nice to her and you bring her stolen art supplies now and then she won't spill your secrets to save her own ass?"
"You don't know her." Bellamy spits those words, even though he knew he could do much better to defend his case, but as sudden urge to defend Clarke's honor overcomes him.
"Well, neither do you!" Aurora spits back, Bellamy opens his mouth, wounded. "They are all the same, Bell. Those on top, they are all the damn same. I heard she got out a few days ago for a 'visit'." She scoffed, drawing air quotes in disdain. "If it had been you in there, and it had been me on my deathbed, they wouldn't have let you out to spend a fucking day with me, not a chance. And if we weren't garbage enough for them, you go and tell her about your sis-"
"I told her my mother's name was Octavia," Bellamy lets out, cutting his mother's speech. "She saw our names in the mythology book and she asked, I told her it was you. I trust her, mom. But I still wouldn't risk anyone hearing us. I'm not stupid, you know?"
Aurora seems ashamed for a second, but that second goes by too soon. Eventually she sighs and stands up. "Your sister, your responsibility," she reminds him sternly before adding. "Don't throw it all away for a stupid crush."