Eight Months Later
Bellamy awoke to the smell of pancakes in the kitchen. He smiled and ran down the stairs to greet his sister. "Good morning big brother!" She greeted. He approached her and kissed her on the cheek. Then he grabbed a stack of pancakes and sat down at the table.
As much as he wanted to leave to go back and get Clarke, they were physically trapped inside of Lina. The savages knew they were there and set up a base camp right outside of the electric fence. They believed that this place belonged to them and they would stay there for as long as it took to get inside. Luckily, there was enough food and water to last them a few years. Bellamy listened to the chanting as he scarfed down his pancakes. They tried to intimidate them by making war cries and shouting threats, but Bellamy knew better than to let it get to him.
Octavia set down her spatula and turned on the radio. She put on some old pop music. It was the only genre the person who lived here owned. The music drowned out the chants.
"O, we need to get out of here." Bellamy said as she sat down to join him. "Bell, we've been trying for months. There's nothing we can do unless they suddenly decide to leave." Octavia replied. "Have you checked to see if there is a radio signal today?" Bellamy asked anxiously. "I did Bell, it's radio silence as usual. I tried to tinker with it a few days ago but I think I made it worse." She admitted. Bellamy suddenly lost his appetite. "Octavia, it's been nine months since Clarke got pregnant and I'm not there. What kind of a father am I?" He cried. Octavia came over and hugged her brother from behind.
"I'm sure Clarke will understand. You'll see her again someday." Octavia soothed. Bellamy rolled his eyes.
"Even you don't believe that…" He muttered. Octavia bit her lip and released her brother. "Look there is no reason to dwell on what we can't control. The only way we are going to see them again is if they come here with an army and wipe out the savages that are guarding this place. I know the odds are highly unlikely, but what's the point of living anymore if we don't have hope? I have to have faith in something. I have faith in Lincoln and Clarke." She replied.
"I just wish we could fix this damn radio so we could know what the hell is going on and warn them about coming here." He murmured. "Clarke's smart. She knows you wouldn't just abandon her. I'm sure once the baby is born and they are both healthy enough to travel, that they will join us here." Octavia said. Bellamy took his plate to the dishwasher and washed his hands.
Bellamy left the kitchen and went up the stairs to find the radio. The only thing he did all day every day was waited by it and prayed that Wick would fix it from his end. He would talk into the radio all day in case Clarke could hear him and tell her about everything. He would tell her how much he misses her and loves her.
"Calling Ark Station, this is Bellamy Blake. Can anyone read me?" He said into the radio. He waited for a few minutes before speaking again. "Clarke, it's been 243 days since I last saw you. I miss you so much. Nothing has changed since the last time I contacted you. It's kind of boring not having to fight for my life in here. However, I just wish the savages would retreat already. I want to see you. Have you had the baby? Is it a boy or a girl? It doesn't matter, as long as he or she is healthy. I can't wait to meet our baby. You're going to be the best mother. I mean, you and I were practically the mother and father of the 100." He spoke. The radio was still silent. He fought back some tears and continued. "I hope you know that I would do anything to be there with you right now. I love you so…" screeeeeech.
Bellamy pulled the headset away from his head and rubbed his ear. "What the hell was that?" He said to the headset. Then, it went silent again. Bellamy felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe she was getting his messages. That screech was the only sound that came from the radio since he lost contact with Wick.
"I hope that sound meant you can hear me. Anyways, Clarke I will find a way back to you if it kills me. I'm going to bring you here where we can raise our child in safety. I've been thinking about who can live in what houses once we all get down here. There's this beautiful stone house that Octavia and I are currently living in that I think you would love. We can live here and there is already a crib in the third bedroom. Octavia and Lincoln can live in the house next door. Then Raven and Wick can live across the street and maybe Jasper or Monty or Harper or your mom can live in the last house. Well, I better get going. Octavia wants to take inventory on the stuff in the attic. We haven't been up there in a few weeks and we still have tons of boxes to go through. I love you and I will try to contact you again tomorrow. Bellamy out." He said as he hung up the headset.
Octavia was standing in the doorway. She was wearing a red v-neck t-shirt and jean shorts. Her hair was in a french braid that lead into a high ponytail. Ever since they arrived in Lina, Octavia has looked four years younger than she did as the commander. Bellamy wasn't sure how to feel about it. He loved his sister either way, but he was starting to get used to her as a grounder. Either way, she would always be his little sister.
"You ready?" She asked. Bellamy nodded and followed his sister out the door, he didn't look back.
"Clarke! Let me help you with that!" Jackson shouted as Clarke walked into the medical bay. She was carrying a box of surgical tools. They weren't heavy, but since she was nine months pregnant, everyone was on edge. "Jackson, I've got this." Clarke replied. He didn't listen, he was under strict orders from Clarke's mother to make sure she was resting all day everyday, but that wasn't possible for Clarke. The baby started to kick and she laughed. Jackson took the box and set it down on the table.
"What's so funny?" He asked lightly. Clarke motioned for him to come over and place his hand on her stomach. He felt the baby kick and his face instantly lit up. "She's feisty!" He said. Clarke gave him a small smile, "She gets it from her dad…" She trailed off. Jackson rested his hands on his shoulder.
"And her mother." He added. Clarke nodded and walked over to the box of surgical tools. She opened it and started making surgical packs. "Clarke you really should relax. I know it isn't in your nature, but the baby is due any minute. You need to be fully rested." Jackson suggested. Clarke ignored him. "Where's my mother anyway?" Clarke asked.
"She's in Ton DC tending to a man who got attacked by a panther. It wasn't pretty." Jackson explained. Clarke nodded and felt a pang of pain in her stomach. She doubled over in pain and held her breath. "Are you alright?" Jackson said, rushing over to her. "Yes I'm fine. Don't you have other patients to take care of? I'll let you know if something is wrong." Clarke snapped. She didn't mean to sound so rude, but she was hormonal and agitated about how everyone was treating her. This was why she hated being at camp Jaha. Everyone was always trying to tell her what to do. They treated her like a child.
Clarke stormed out of the med bay and headed for the engineering room. Wick was always in there trying to finish several projects that Raven had started. He was devastated when Clarke broke the news to him, but at the same time they all knew she probably wouldn't have made it through winter. The winter was absolutely brutal. There was a blizzard that buried half of the camp and hypothermia killed fifty percent of Camp Jaha. Luckily, none of the 47 died this winter. It was mostly the adults and children. Clarke was worried about if her daughter would survive next winter, but at least they had a full year to prepare this time.
"Still radio silence. Same as every day. Why do you even keep coming here? He's probably dead." Wick said coldly. Clarke slammed her hand down on the table and glared at him. She yanked the radio away from him and tried to listen for Bellamy. "Clarke, you know I've been working on trying to fix this everyday, but it's just not working I'm sorry." He said. Clarke tried to find words to say to Bellamy if he could hear her.
"Please. I need something. I miss you." Clarke whispered in tears. She listened for a response but heard none. "DAMNIT!" Wick shouted. Clarke looked up at him. He threw one of his projects on the ground. "This damn heater Raven was trying to build doesn't fucking work. I can't figure the damn thing out." He screamed. Clarke bit her lip and kept quiet. Wick fell to the floor and picked up the pieces of the heater.
Bang!
Thunder clapped outside and rain began to pour. Clarke clutched onto the radio and then saw a bright flash of lightning. The storm was getting very close. People outside began to run for cover and talk about what they just saw. Another flash hit and sent an electric wave throughout the camp. All power went out for twelve seconds.
Screeeeeech
Clarke heard the radio scream. She jumped back in surprise. She could hear some static. Wick jumped up and took the radio from her hand. "The lightning sparked a frequency. I think someone is trying to communicate with us!" Wick exclaimed. Clarke ran over to watch him fidget with the device. "Hurry up! He could stop talking!" Clarke screamed. Wick glared at her, "Now if I can just get the right frequen-"
"I love you and I will try to contact you again tomorrow. Bellamy out." Bellamy's voice said through the radio. Clarke's heart jumped out of her chest. She snatched the radio out of Wick's hand and tried to respond. "Bellamy come in! Bellamy it's Clarke! Please come in!" She pleaded, but there was no response. He was gone.
"Damn it!" Clarke screamed. Another crash of thunder erupted outside. "AHHHHHHH!" Clarke screamed. All this pressure, all this pain. She started to black out. Her stomach felt like it was going to burst. Clarke could barely see through her tears. Wick ran over and picked her up. Clarke couldn't tell what was going on. All she could feel was pain. "Someone find me Jackson stat! It's an emergency!" Clarke heard Wick screaming over the thunder. He ran her outside and they were instantly soaked.
Clarke's body was shaking and her eyes were trying to roll back in her head but she knew she needed to stay conscious. She tried to keep her eyes on the sky. The clouds were black and the rain soaked her pale skin. Her body slumped in Wick's arms as he ran across the camp. Flashes of lightning. The pain was excruciating. "AHHHHHHH!" She screeched. She started to see flashes of Bellamy as she lost consciousness. "BELLAMY!" She screamed before she passed out in Wick's arms in the storm.
A/N: I'm getting a lot of reviews about my decision to kill off Raven. It wasn't an easy decision to make but I felt like in typical the 100 fashion, someone needed to die. They couldn't have it easy. Plus I knew it would inspire Wick to fix the radio. Anyways I hope you all like where the story is headed. I know you won't be disappointed by the end. Lot's more bellarke to come in this fic. :)