Day trip
It the dropship, Bellamy were sitting across from The grounder. He looks at him, who's face was filled with blood. He sits there, staring at him.
His eyes shift to his hands, glaring at the blood on his fingers.
He can't believe he did this. He just tortured a man. 'It was for your sister, they took your sister.'a voice sounding suspiciously like his mother goes off in his head. Yes they took his sister, but that doesn't make it right. right. It just makes him a monster. He hears the hatch door open, and turns to see a dirty gray beanie. Miller comes up. He walks over to Bellamy. "Did you talk to the Ark?" Bellamy asks. Miller puts his hands on his hips.
"I told Diggs's mom the news and John's dad. I'm supposed to tell Roma's parents the news later." Miller says.
"Thanks for doing that. I owe you." Bellamy says. Miller nods as he looks at the grounder with some anger in his eyes.
"Telling all these parents that their kids were murdered by grounders, I just wish I could say we're getting some justice." Miller says.
"We're not killing him." Bellamy says defensively. Miller nods, biting the inside of his chin from frowning, although it was pretty. He looks over at the grounder with a death glare .
"You know? You were a lot scarier when you had that face paint on." Miller says as he took a couple steps towards him and dips his hand in the bowl of red liquid and slaps it on the grounder's face. Bellamy watched as the grounder headbutts Miller, knocking him to the floor, groaning.
There he is, sitting in the council room and nodding along as Clarke explains their situation, their accomplishments, the problem with the Grounders.
That is to be expected," Thelonious says thoughtfully, tapping his fingers on his chin. "I'm sure you all remember Pike's class on earth skills. There was a rather thorough lesson on weather."
"Actually, I never attended the class," Clarke explains, "I was opted out. But Wells took it on his own accord when we were younger. He is the one who has been bothering me to start strategizing on the weather."
For the first time since the call began, Thelonious focuses on Wells for longer than a brief second. He gives him a nod. "Not surprisingly. You're a good student."
Wells manages a smile. Clarke gives Wells a faint smile before getting back to business. "The point is, it's going to get colder here. Whether it's fall and we're simply not used to it, or winter is approaching, we don't have a lot of time to wait around and freeze to death. I'm working on a plan."
Thelonious nods. "Anything else I should know? In case communication should be disrupted in the unforeseeable future."
"I'll call back as soon as we get back from exploring the depot Kane suggested. Miller is going to maintain the camp and keep an eye out on the Grounder prison. We'll keep you posted."
After a long moment, Thelonious gives Clarke one final nod. "Sounds like you've got things under control. Hopefully, we'll be able to get things going up here and join you soon enough with supplies and reinforcements." There's a pause. "Would you mind, Clarke, if I had a moment alone with Wells?"
Another uncomfortable pause. Clarke glances at him, examining him quickly more any signs of distress at this request.
Clarke reads all this with one fast glance. She gives Thelonious a cordial grin before nodding. "Of course. I'll leave you to it."
Thelonious returns the smile. "Thank you, Clarke. You're doing well."
She takes a deep breath, containing herself. A brief moment of vulnerability. Then she disappears through the drop ship curtain, back out into the chaos.
Wells wordlessly shifts into the chair that Clarke was seated in previously, clearing his throat as his father looks down upon him
"Wells," Thelonious exhales, releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding. "It's… so good to see you."
"You too, dad."
"When your wristlet went out, well, I didn't know what to think. Abby tried to tell me that you would last much longer than a day, but from so far away..." He trails off, before switching gears. Back to logistics, away from emotions. "We're lucky Raven Reyes made it down to you all so that we could get in touch. Communication is going to be crucial these next couple of weeks."
Logistics is perfectly fine with Wells. "Definitely. When you manage to get down here, I can share with you all the information Clarke and I have compiled."
Thelonious nods lightly, but there's a hesitancy in his eyes that Wells doesn't miss. Before he can question it, his father is moving right along. "Clarke told me before you arrived about the attack on you. Are you alright? How are your injuries?"
Of course, Clarke told his father. He knows it's because she cares about him."They're manageable. Some take… a bit of adjusting," he says after a moment, showing his stab wound.
Thelonious's glare immediately hardens. It's something defensive, something dangerous. Wells understands—he has trouble looking at it too.
"Someone did that to you?"
"Yes. But they're gone now. Things have been fine since then."
"Were you able to give it the proper treatment?"
"I gave it whatever they could give it and followed your advice. Focus on something else."
The defensive glare is replaced with a prideful beam. "Smart boy. I followed the same thinking, after Abby healed my gunshot wound. It wasn't too harmful, a botched assassination at best. But I used the opportunity to fight through the pain and start working harder at getting us in communication with you all, maintaining systems on the Ark, possibly preparing to follow you all to the ground. And so far, it has paid off. Here we are, conversing."
In the midst of all that, Wells stops cold on one phrase.Gunshot wound.He had been so preoccupied with everything going on since Raven arrived that he completely forgot about what happened to his father on the Ark. What Bellamy Blake did to his father.
"If you come down here, what's going to happen to Bellamy?"
Thelonious shrugs, his expression unreadable. "There's no way to say for certain. Who knows what will happen when our people finally hit ground for good? Everything could change. There's nothing to say that our justice system will remain as it is. Floating was never a very popular punishment, but it maintained order."
"Yeah, that level of rigidity probably won't fly down here," Wells agrees with a chuckle. "But you think he should be punished, right?"
After a brief pause, Thelonious nods. "For all intents and purposes, yes. Attempted murder is a heinous crime, even for a desperate man."
And yet, it happens basically once a day on the ground. Wells can feel a headache forming behind his eyes.
"There are other parents waiting to speak to their children," Thelonious stumbles after a long moment, forcing a goodbye but evidently not ready to walk away. "I'm glad to see you're safe. I know you're doing important things down there."
The pain in his throat is back again. Wells nods, smiling sheepishly. "I'm glad to see you safe too."
Neither of them wants to say goodbye. It feels too final. Finally, Thelonious clears his throat. "May we meet again."
Wells gets to his feet. "When we meet again," he emphasizes, forcing himself to believe his own words. Then, he steps out, sending Dax in after him and taking in a deep breath.
Bellamy climbs down the ladder and sees Octavia sitting in a chair.
"You're still here?" Bellamy asks. Without looking at him, Octavia answers, " I'm not moving until you let me up there to see him." Bellamy figured she'd say that. She had been attached to that grounder ever since they brought her back.
"Get comfortable." He turns to the ladder but then back at Octavia irritated. She hadn't wanted to talk to him since he tortured the grounder. "Look, I let him live. Isn't that enough?" Octavia then turn her head Bellamy in the eyes. "He saved my life and yours."
"I know you see it that way, but-"
"That's the way it is." Octavia interrupted.
"He's still dangerous." Bellamy stated. "Only because of what you did" Octavia argued.
"Whatever twisted connection you think you have with that animal, forget it. You don't get to see him. End of conversation." Bellamy says as he walks towards outside just as Octavia's words stop him.
"Why do you even care that I ruined your life" She asked. "You should want me up there. Maybe you'll get lucky and he'll kill me, problem solved" Referring to what Bellamy said to her after they got back to camp. That his life ended the day her's started. He didn't mean that and she knows it. "O, you know I didn't mean that." She doesn't answer as she drifts her face away as Clarke walks in.
"Bellamy?" Clarke asked seeing the tall dark-haired man walking the other way.
"The answer's still no," Bellamy interrupted gruffly. "I'm not talking to Jaha."
"Hey," Clarke stopped turning towards Bellamy. "Relax. That's not why I'm here."
"What then?" He asked still moody.
"The Ark found records that show a supply depot not too far from here," Clarke answered looking up to meet Bellamy's dark eyes.
"What kind of supplies?" Bellamy questioned further wanting more details. His moodiness seemed to be gone.
"The kind that might give us a chance to live through winter," Clarke responded. "Wells and I are going to go check it out. We could use backup. Are you in or not?" Clarke asked. Although that Wells coming along wasn't her idea, but there was no way Wells was letting her search for these supplies alone especially with Bellamy himself.
Bellamy snorted lightly. It was a mirthless sound that revealed nothing of Bellamy's thoughts.
I'll get my stuff," Bellamy said not meeting Clarke's eyes. "Meet you in ten."
Clarke smiled slightly despite herself. She walked past Bellamy, in the hope that he wouldn't see her appreciation for him in the moment.
Clarke were checking Finn's wound with Raven watching behind her. "How are you feeling?" She asks. He returns with a weak, tired voice, "Weak, bored, grateful to be alive."
"Well, if you want to stay that way, you should rest." Clarke says.
"I'll tie him down if I have to." Raven says. There was a uncomfortable pause for second until Clarke asks Raven, " I'm gonna be out of camp for a today. Can you change his bandages in a few hours?" Finn looks at her confused and grabs her arm softly. "Wait where are you going?" He asks.
"It's a little assignment from the ark. Nothing to worry about." Clarke answers.
"It's not safe out there."
"Finn, Clarke's a big girl, she handle herself." Raven intervenes in the conversation, aware of the relationship Clarke and Finn have until Wells pokes his inside the tent. "Clarke. let's get a move on." Wells leaves the tent, ignoring Finn's frown. Clarke nods as she stands up and turns to Raven. "Make sure he stays in bed." Raven nods and manages a small smirk as she glances at Finn. "Sounds a plan."
Clarke walks over to Bellamy and Wells by the gate, Wells watched him with concerned look on his face as Bellamy stuffs a bunch of supplies in his bag. Clarke looks at him concerned. "That's a lot a lot rations. You do realize this is a day trip." Clarke reminds him.
"A lot can happen in a day." Bellamy says as he sees Octavia walking out of the dropship, making eye contact with him. He then follows Clarke and Wells as they walk out the gate. He takes on final glance at Octavia who walks back in the dropship. He walks out the camp, not knowing they were being followed.
The three walk through the woods as Wells falls in a few steps beside Clarke, stopping her in her tracks. Wells nods his head towards Bellamy, who decided to take a few steps ahead of them. "We need to talk about Bellamy." Wells said
Wells," she sighs with exasperation, "Don't do this." "Look, he shot my father Clarke, how do we know if we could trust him?"
She looks affronted by the tone in his voice. "Listen, I think we have may misjudged him. Not entirely, he shouldn't have shot your father, but he did, he to save his sister. Just like how you risked your life for me. Plus, we need him. And he can help us defend ourselves."
Wells disconnected his eyes from her's and thought for a moment. He hated that she was right. Clarke opened her mouth to say something before Bellamy broke the conversation.
"You guys coming or what?" He asked, sounding impatient.
"Yeah, be right there." Clarke responded before glancing back at Wells, giving him a soft pat on his arm before following Bellamy. Wells thought to himself for a moment. What if she's right? Maybe i'm just overreacting. Maybe I should cut him some slack, give him chance. Afterall, the Chancellor is alive now, I should just let it go. I would've done the same for Clarke. After a moment, he finally caught up to Clarke and Bellamy, who looked like they just had conversation he missed. They overlooked the ruins of a city. "The depot is supposed to be around here somewhere," Clarke commented after a moment of silence.
"There's gotta be a door," Bellamy returned scanning his eyes over the area.
"It's gotta be here, we just gotta look." Wells stated.
"Maybe he'll be lenient?" Clarke wondered aloud coming back to the topic of Jaha. By the look on Bellamy's face, Wells finally understood what the conversation between the two.
"Look," Bellamy said a bit hostile. "I shot the man Clarke. He's not just going to forgive and forget."
He hated that he had to speak to Clarke that way. It bothered him the way her eyes dropped to the rocks beneath their feet, her face of pain and frustration. Bellamy stared at the blonde for another moment before glancing at Wells, who looks away. He did not wanted to be part of this conversation, although he technically was, since this was his father we're talking about.
"Let's just split up," Bellamy broke the brief silence. "Cover more ground." He walked past Clarke and Wells towards the expanse of ruin below. "Stay within shouting distance."
To be continued