Sorry it's mad late, I was so stressed by school. By the way, I'm thinking of writing a high school AU for Bellamy and Clarke, but I'm not sure if I should. Should I? Anyway, reviews are always greatly appreciated.
He was crazy. After everything that he'd been through and now he was going back to his death sentence. All because he couldn't let Octavia go. Lincoln fixed his hood, the cool night breeze brushing his face in a silent caress. He missed her. So much it caused him physical pain. He needed her. This connection he had with her insane, deep and unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He winced in pain. His side hurt from the dagger Maglor's man hand planted into his stomach. He scowled, forcing himself forward. He needed to find her. He needed to warn her. Abby was on the verge of insanity, and he wasn't going to let anything happen to her. He approached the camp, his figure hidden from the shadows.
"Octavia!" Bellamy's voice rang out and Lincoln strained his neck to hear them better.
"What is it Bellamy?"
There was a rustle. It seemed that Bellamy was hugging Octavia.
"I'm sorry." Bellamy's voice was muffled. "I was being selfish. It doesn't matter who you are, or who you love. I have no right to act in any way controlling of you. I just can't help it. I love you so much."
"If you don't love Jasper, that's fine. If you love the Grounder, that's fine. As long as you're happy."
Lincoln ignored the rest of that sentence, focusing on Bellamy's previous words. Did Octavia love him? His heart lifted, his knees becoming weak.
"Octavia..." her name escaped his lips in a whisper.
He moved from his hiding place. He had to see her. He examined the area, searching for someway to get over that wall. He spied a fallen log resting against the wall and fought a grin. Finally. He strode towards it, leaping onto it and crawling upwards, his muscles groaning as he did so.
He reached the top, hauling himself over and landing perfectly on the other side. Octavia was resting against the wall, her back to him. The floodgates to his emotions reached a breaking point. He rushed over to her, gathering her into his arms, inhaling her scent, pressing her body against his.
"Oh, Octavia..."
Slowly, Lincoln set her down, and she turned to him, her hands wrapping themselves around his waist as she pulled him into her.
"Lincoln." Her voice was muffled by his chest and unshed tears. "You have no idea how much I missed you," she whispered brokenly.
His arms responded in kind. She melted against him, and he could feel the rapid heartbeats against his abdomen. Her arms trailed a blazing path up his body, resting against the nape of his neck.
"Lincoln, kiss me."
He could never find it in him to deny her commands. He inched his way down to her lips. The lips he craved so desperately. As their lips connected, heat warmed his entire body. He couldn't get enough of her. He needed her to be his everything; the scent he smelled, the sight he saw, the sweetness he tasted. And she would be. Their lips molded together perfectly, his hands settling on her waist, nails digging deep. A growl formed itself in his throat. She was his beauty and he was her beast. He would possess her in anyway he could, yet he would always be vulnerable to her.
His tongue plunged into her mouth, seeking the sweet taste inside. A moan built in her throat. He groaned in response. The world stopped completely.
It was him and the woman he loved, wrapped together, lips molding, bodies touching. Everything was perfect. Slowly he moved away. He smiled at how flushed and dazed his woman looked.
"Come," he murmured. "Let's put you to bed."
Octavia led him to her tent, settling in and patting the area next to her. Lincoln hesitated, taking a deep breath and then laying himself beside her. He kept himself at a safe distance, and Octavia moved to face him.
"Lincoln?" She sounded like a broken woman and his soul yearned for him to fix it. He would talk to Bellamy and Clarke tomorrow. Right now, his love needed him. He hummed in acknowledgement, stroking her cheek with his thumb absentmindedly.
"What is it, love?"
Octavia smiled happily at him. "Hold me?"
She stuck out her arms like a adorable child lacking attention. Lincoln smiled in response, his arms moving and pulling Octavia close to him. Their bodies connected and they both released a breath at the warmth. Their bodies melded and together, wrapped in each others arms, Lincoln watched as Octavia fell asleep.
His lids became heavy, and just before he fell asleep murmured, "I'll never leave you again...".
Bellamy smiled into Clarke's hair, his arms tightening around her bare waist.
"Hey Clarke?"
Finn's head peeked into his tent and Bellamy made a move to cover Clarke from him. Finn's face morphed into a jealousy of some sorts.
Bellamy scowled, the idea of Finn seeing Clarke naked...again ruining his pride for Finn having caught them.
"Get out Finn, I'll talk to you outside."
Clarke nuzzled his chest, purring and Bellamy smiled faintly. Even in her deepest slumber she knew when he was upset.
Finn growled. "I came to talk to Clarke."
Bellamy glared at him, his gaze, he noticed, penetrating Finn's heart with fear. A fear he relished in. "She's sleeping. She's been working too hard, you have something to say, you can say it to me."
Finn stormed out and Bellamy laid a small, quick kiss on her forehead before disentangling himself from her. Clarke muttered his name in her sleep, cuddling into his side of the makeshift bed.
Pulling on a pair of pants, Bellamy strides outside, his possessiveness coming out in full force. Reaching Finn, he grabs his shoulder and jerks him around.
"How much did you see?"
"See of what?"
"How much did you see of Clarke." His tone was no longer demanding, it was frightening. His aura emanated off of him like a toxin. Finn took a step back and held up his hands in surrender.
"Nothing. I didn't see anything."
Bellamy nodded curtly. "I heard you and Raven broke up. Congratulations."
Finn became impassive, the only way to notice emotions was the curled fists at his side. Bellamy smirked, taking a threatening forward. "Don't tell me that's what you wanted to tell Clarke. Because if it is...well this time the noose will stay around the neck."
Finn bit his lip and shook his head. Bellamy grinned malevolently. "Great! With that out of the way, what is it that you wanted to talk to Clarke about?"
Finn shook his head again, taking a retreating step. "Nothing. I'll see you later, Bellamy."
Bellamy's scowled returned as soon as he returned back to his tent. Finn was another Jesse. A dizziness overwhelmed him at the memory of his friend. It had been two days and still there had been nothing; not a trace. Kent hadn't left a trail either. He sighed heavily, smiling at the sight of Clarke wrapped in the blanket, nuzzling his pillow. In an attempt not to wake her, he moved out of the tent, defensively positioning himself in front of his tent.
He didn't need a Finn-repeat. Something felt out of place. That's when Bellamy noticed the man watching him. It looked like...he squinted, disbelieving his sight. It was Lincoln. The Grounder approached him, a confidence in his stride that had Bellamy cross his arms on his chest.
Lincoln stopped a few paces away, moving his head in acknowledgement. "Bellamy."
Bellamy remained passive, his gaze never wavering from the Grounder.
"I have some important information that I think you should know."
This caught his attention, but he knew he couldn't let anything show. The Grounder already thought Clarke ran the show here. Well, you can't deny she doesn't.
Bellamy mentally shook himself, regaining focus. "Where is my sister?"
"In her tent." A small smile graced the Grounders lips, but quickly disappeared. "Bellamy, this information is urgent."
"In regards to what?"
"This camp. You. Clarke."
Bellamy stiffened. "We already know the Grounders want to kill me and Clarke. But I'm not going to let that happen. I'll protect her with my life."
Lincoln nodded. "But this is more than just Grounders. Abby Griffin is now in charge of the Grounders. And she has lost her mind. She no longer cares who she does and doesn't kill."
Abby? Bellamy glanced back at his tent. Clarke would be heartbroken to learn this about her mother.
"But there's something else..."
Bellamy returned his focus to Lincoln.
"I believe Abby has been poisoned. I am not sure, however. I also know that your friends, Jesse and Kent are fine. They are on their way here now, with the previous leader and Murphy."
Bellamy growled. "Murphy?! Why the hell is he coming here?"
Lincoln shook his head in disappointment. "He was betrayed by his woman, Anya. A Grounder."
"There is no way that Murphy, that bastard-"
Lincoln moved closer, invading Bellamy's space as his face contorted to anger, frustration and panic.
"Listen, and listen well Bellamy Blake. This world, your world, our world is about to experience the most catastrophic event since the bombs that decimated this planet. Bellamy," Since his near death experience, Bellamy felt fear struck into his heart at the final words that left Lincoln's mouth.
"This world is about be destroyed by humankind...again. And this time...the world will not be able to recover."
I am so sorry. Not only has it been forever, but it's also short... :( Any questions you have (which I'm probably sure you have will be answered in the following chapters. Okay...please review! And I promise the next chapter will be longer and will be updated faster. Thanks!
