A/N: Hello, my fellow 100 lovers! It's finally here, Bellamy's first chapter! It was so much fun writing this chapter, and I hope you love reading it as much as I did writing it. Before you get into it though, a big shoutout to all of my beautiful followers, favouriters and reviewers. You're all amazing and I love you dearly! A special shoutout to 123a456e who has been reviewing for a few chapters now, encouraging me and it has helped me to get through frequent writer's block. Anyway, time to get to what's important- Bellamy! Enjoy x
Bellamy
Early morning was definitely my favourite part of the day. On the Ark, there was no real concept of night and day, because the artificial lighting was always on. But here on Earth, I made it my mission to be up to early enough to see the sun rise; it was one of the most beautiful things about the ground, I don't know how I could have lived before seeing my first sunrise. It was about an hour before dawn, I was wandering around camp. Surveying the scene around me, I feel a surge of pride in my people. We've created so much in such a small amount of time. Part of that was the leadership; and not just mine. Without Clarke, I knew we wouldn't have done as much. I was the action guy; she was the one who thought things through. Yin and yang. We balanced one another out. I looked back up at the sky, still dark but lightening in places. Sunrise wasn't too far off; I felt a smile pulling at the corners of my lips. There was at least one thing as mesmerising as a sunrise on the ground. Before the first rays of sun could reach across the skyline, there was a commotion at the wall. As I began to walk over there to see what all the noise was about, the gate opened, and a frantic Octavia, came barrelling into camp.
Her eyes searched the confused faces around her, eventually finding mine, and she ran straight at me, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck, crying. My arms naturally encircle her.
"O, what's wrong? Did someone hurt you?" My voice got harsher as that thought crossed my mind. If anyone had even looked at her the wrong way…
She cut of my vengeful thoughts, "No, Bell, it isn't me. It's Miller. He's hurt… Out in the woods... Grounder trap." Her sentences broken up by sobs. I only tighten my hold on her. Fuck. At least he was alive, but he won't be for long. It was hard for me to let go of Octavia, especially since her tears were still flowing so incessantly, but I had no choice. One of my guys was in trouble.
"Okay; Sterling, Miles, you two are gonna be with me. Grab another guard from the other side of camp who's strong enough to help carry Miller back in. Once you've done that, pack a small pack, and one of you grab a gun. We're leaving in 5." Sterling and Miles hurry off. They had been on guard duty at the gate along with Monroe, so they were the closest to me. I needed Monroe at camp, so one of the other guards at the other side of camp would have to do. Before I go and grab my pack and a gun, I race over to Clarke's tent where she is sleeping. Crap, this is the first time I've seen her rest in weeks, I felt bad having to wake her up. I shook her violently; this was no time to be gentle, even if it went against my every instinct. I didn't want to be so brutal with her. She awoke almost instantly, but was extremely groggy. She sat up as I began speaking.
"Miller's been hurt, me and some guys are gonna bring him in. I need you in the med-bay ready when we get back."
She gives a weary nod. It's only then that I notice the blanket has fallen from her chest, revealing a skimpy singlet top that left nothing to the imagination. I couldn't help but look at her. I jerked my head up and darted out. What was I thinking? It's Clarke, for Christ's sake. She would skin me alive for even thinking something like that. Why was I even thinking about her like that? Sure, she was beautiful, and had an enticing body; every guy had checked her out at least once. A sudden fury engulfed that thought. I suddenly wanted to hit all the guys in camp, repeatedly. I had to physically shake the thought from my mind. Seriously, I have more important things to be doing right now than thinking about Clarke. I grab my pack from my tent and head to the gate. I get some vague directions from Octavia, who had somewhat calmed down in the past five minutes, and the three boys and I headed out into the woods. It didn't take us long to find Miller. There were three spears imbedded in his flesh, and he was as pale as a sheet. What Octavia hadn't noticed, was that the spears didn't pin him to the tree, he was tied there with thin ropes of vine around his ankles and hands. He had been left here for us to find; but at least he was still alive. I'm sure that wasn't a part of their plan. Sterling quickly unties him as Miles and I support him. Once he is unbound from the tree, the four of us pick him up and carry him back to camp. It took about half an hour to get back to camp, and we met no surprises along the way. The guns proved to be more of a hindrance than help on the journey home, yet it would have been stupid to leave them behind; especially since we were headed into known Grounder territory. We immediately get him to the med bay where Clarke and Octavia were waiting. Neither girl acknowledged us once we'd put Miller on the table; I took that as our cue to leave and ushered the other guys out. I glanced back before walking out of the dropship and saw a blonde head leaning over Miller in concentration. Miller was in capable hands.
I go searching around camp for someone who would have an idea on what Miller was thinking when he ventured out of camp alone. Without a gun. In the middle of the night. The more I thought about it, the more furious I become. How could he be so fucking stupid? I mean, there are Grounders everywhere; did he think he could go for a leisurely stroll through their territory without being caught? They left him there, dying, for a reason. Miller was a warning for the rest of us. What that warning was exactly, I don't know, but I'm pretty sure us being told to leave their land would be a pretty good guess. Those Grounders don't know what they've done; they've messed with my people one too many times. The next Grounder I see will feel my wrath, I vow. No one hurts my people; not while I'm still breathing.
I realise no one in camp can help me; there was only one person I could go to for answers. The one who found him. Octavia. I head back over to the med bay to see both Clarke and my sister working determinedly to fix Miller as quickly as possible. They'd already gotten out the spears from both his thigh and shoulder; Clarke was analysing the third spear lodged in his stomach while Octavia was bandaging up the second of Miller's injuries. She was patching him up so tenderly. My suspicions about the woods were screaming in my mind louder than ever. What was she doing out in the woods with Miller? I swear, if he wasn't half-dead on the table before me; I'd kill him myself for even looking at Octavia. I walk over to my sister as she is almost finished binding the injury.
"O, I need to talk to you," She barely registers that I had spoken, so I continue, emphasising my urgency, "Now, Octavia. I need you to tell me exactly what happened out there, and why you were with Miller."
She finally turns around to look at me when she replied, "Bell, I can't. We're trying to save his life at the moment if you hadn't noticed." She turns back too look at Clarke which made me angrier.
"To me it looks like Clarke is the one saving his life, not you. Outside, now, O. I mean it." I know I've taken it too far when I hear a small gasp from Octavia, but I can't bring myself to feel bad about it yet; she had some explaining to do and I would drag her outside if I had to. Clarke interrupts before Octavia could speak again, probably to throw some venomous remark my way.
"Octavia, you'd better go with your brother. He's not going to leave until you do, and he's only gonna get in my way. I'll be okay." She didn't say it harshly at all, just full of authority; she even gave her a look of sympathy. I must have looked frightening if it warranted that sort of gaze. Octavia barely acknowledged Clarke as she stormed out of the dropship. I was going to get an earful from her about how I spoke to her, but that would have to wait until after I got my answers. I followed her out of the dropship. I'd barely made it outside before she turned on me.
"Jesus Christ, Bellamy! What the hell is wrong with you?" Her anger made her physically shake, which somehow only made me almost lose what tenuous grip I held on my rage. She cannot speak to me like that, not after parading around with Miller in the middle of the night for some laughs; probably undermining my authority behind my back. I grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the make-shift strategy tent, and unceremoniously shoving her inside.
I finally answer her question with one of my own, "What the hell is wrong with me? You're my sister, and you never listen to me, that's what's wrong here. Tell me everything that happened, starting with why you were with Miller, what the hell were you two doing and how did you get out of camp?" My fury was well and truly matching hers, and she didn't give in for a second.
"You have absolutely no right to control me the way you do. Sure you're my brother, but the overprotective bullshit has to stop! I'm going crazy! I've been cooped up all my damn life, and now, when I should be free to do as I please, you baby me, and I'm sick of it!" I was taken aback. What was she talking about? She didn't stop there, however. "You want to know where I was? I was out for a walk, because I was so sick of being trapped in this stupid camp and being absolutely useless! And no, I wasn't with Miller, I just found him there, I heard a noise and investigated, but I do know what he was doing out there. He was boasting last night about how you were his most trusted friend on the ground, and how he was going to make you even more proud by locating all the Grounder traps in the area. So if Miller dies in there, that's on you. For encouraging their stupid fantasies and for taking me out of the med bay to answer your stupid questions."
The force of her words made my legs feel weak, driving me to sit down. My elbows rested on my knees as my head fell into my hands. She was right; of course she was right. I've been acting like a total dick, jumping to conclusions, not trusting the one person I care about. I deserve this pain; her screaming at me, seeing one of my best friends dying knowing deep down it is my fault. Octavia was completely innocent and I assumed the worst of my own flesh and blood. My baby sister. How could I be so callous and power-hungry to believe such foolish illusions? I disgust myself.
"I'm sorry, O, I really am. I just don't know how to take care of you anymore. You're all grown up and don't need me anymore. I guess I just can't handle that fact. You're the one person I truly care about, Octavia, and I swore I would protect you. My sister, my responsibility." I had to look up at her, so precious and full of life; I only hope the look in my eyes was one of absolute remorse, because that's what I felt. "I'm sorry I implied that there was something between you and Miller, and if there is, there's nothing I can do about that. And, you're right, if he dies in there it will be my fault. I should be taking care of these guys better than I am, I should never have encouraged this." My head falls again, so I didn't notice Octavia move before I felt her arms embrace me.
Her voice was soft and a little shaky when she finally spoke, "No, it won't be your fault, big brother; I just said that because I was angry. Miller's actions are his own, and you can't control them, any more than you can control the weather… Or me for that matter," She laughs at her own joke, however timidly that laugh was, "Thank you, for your apology, and I forgive you, just remember that I can take care of myself. I'm not telling you not to worry about me at all, just not so much. I need to live my own life. And there's nothing going on between me and Miller. He's your bitch, not mine."
I couldn't help but smile at that. She always had a habit of referring to them as my bitches, as soon as we came to the ground; that was her name for them, no one else called them that. Probably scared I'd lose my shit at them; they'd be right of course. Somehow it stuck with Octavia anyway. I place a hand on her arm and she releases me. As I stand, she begins to head off. Probably back to the med-bay. This thought stops me short, remembering my thought as I woke Clarke this morning about how exhausted she was; I grab Octavia's wrist again, stopping her short.
"O, wait. I need you to do something for me." I let go of her wrist as I try and figure out how to broach the subject, "The other hunting and scouting parties still went out today, more cautious than usual thanks to Miller, but they should be getting back soon. If any of them still managed to get themselves hurt, would you be able to take care of it?"
She looks confused by my request, "Um… Sure. I guess I can do that. Are you sure, though? Clarke would be much better suited to that job, not me." I have to agree to this, no one was better at medical stuff than Clarke, but Octavia would do in a pinch, and that's all that was required.
"I'm sure. Clarke has been run off her feet lately, she must be exhausted, I don't think she sleeps that much, even when she isn't working. Working on Miller all day won't have helped and I think she should get some rest instead of worrying about all these idiots getting themselves hurt and having to patch them up."
I know she will agree before the words are out of her mouth; it was written all over her face. She had seen how weary Clarke has been lately, and I know she shares my concern. Even if that concern spouts from differing circumstances. Hers as a friend, and me… Me as her co-leader. Yes, that was an acceptable reason to be looking out for Clarke's welfare. It makes sense now, that's why she's had me so concerned lately.
"Okay, Bell, I'll do it. I can use Clarke's small supply of medical gear she keeps in her tent in case of emergency." I can't help but sigh in relief. Finally, Clarke can rest.
"Thank you, Octavia," I smile broadly at my sister, which she returns heartily before heading out of the tent again. Before she leaves, she stops for a second time; this time of her own accord.
"Oh and Bellamy? I don't think I'm the only person you truly care about. Not anymore, at least." She dropped that bombshell and walked out. Did she see through me that easily? I'm not that obvious, am I? I can't think of that now. I give myself a few moments to steady myself before I also leave the tent.
I see the first of the hunting parties has returned, so I walk over to the fire, all eyes following me as I go. "If you're hurt, do not, I repeat, do not, go anywhere near the med-bay. Clarke is dealing with Miller and she doesn't need you lot causing distractions. My sister is handling medical care near the fire pit. If I hear anyone going to the dropship anyway for medical attention from Clarke, you'll have me to deal with, you got that?"
They look at one another questioningly, but no one disagrees. They know better than to argue with their rebel king. I nod to them, indicating I had nothing else to announce, so they go back to what they were doing. Clarke must be finished with Miller by now so I head over to the med bay with the excuse of coming to check up on Miller already in my mind. Instead of seeing Clarke by herself with Miller, I walk in only to see Jasper confessing his admiration.
"Clarke… That was incredible. I have never seen something so amazing." She looked absolutely stunned, I barely contained my amusement, neither of them knew I was there and I planned on keeping it that way for now. "You didn't flinch, didn't shy away from any of it. We would all be dead several times over if it wasn't for you. Thank you." He pulled her into a hug, my amusement vanishing, replaced with a desire to inflict pain. That desire was soon eliminated as he ran upstairs. It's Japer, for crying out loud, he doesn't care for Clarke that way. Even if he did, I had no claim on her, he can hug her as much as he likes, as much as it drives me mad. I see Clarke's look of astonishment and embarrassment and I can't keep quiet any longer.
"He's right you know." She jumps and it brings a genuine smile to my face. God, she was fun to scare, "I'm being serious, Clarke. We need your medical expertise." I could tell she was self-conscious about what Jasper declared, but he was absolutely right. She was the only reason we were still here.
She seemed even more taken aback by my compliment than Jasper's, "Um, thanks, I guess?" Her nervousness made me laugh once again.
"Anytime, Princess." Unfortunately, the moment for laughs was over, "How's Miller?"
Clarke pulls herself together again, back to business, "He's stable for now, but he's not going anywhere for a few days" I shield my emotions from my face as I couldn't be happier over this news. Sure I was worried about Miller, but him being here gives me the perfect excuse to see the Princess. Something in my expression must have triggered something in Clarke, because the next second, she was going nuts, "Oh and next time you're so worried about one of your friends, don't take my assistant. I would have been totally screwed if Jasper wasn't around." Her yells echoed throughout the dropship, I was lucky my mouth didn't fall open in shock.
"I'm sorry, Princess; I didn't know you needed Octavia that badly…"
"Of course I need her; she's the only one willing to learn anything about medicine. I'm not my mother, I need her help in these situations."
I was making a real ass of myself today, it seemed. More so than other days. I had to make it right, but I don't know how, "Okay, Princess…Clarke." Hopefully calling her by her actual name was a start, it seemed like I never do that. I walk over to her and place my hand on her shoulder, relishing in the tingling of fire in my veins. "I got you up early this morning and I know you're not a morning person, so go grab something to eat and get some sleep."
"I can't, I have to look after—." She wasn't going to leave without a fight; why does that not surprise me? Such a stubborn Princess.
"No, you don't have to do anything. I'll look after Miller, you go get some sleep." I try and not sound commanding, but it must have slipped through judging by the glare she gives me.
"You can't tell me what to do, Bellamy, I'm not one of your minions. I'm co-leader."
Minions. That's cute. I smile again, "I know. That's why it's not an order. It's a friendly request."
She returns my smile and I feel my heart rise in my chest. "Well alright then, maybe some sleep is needed."
Right before she walks out of the dropship, my thoughts turn into words, "Pleasant dreams, Princess." I quickly turn away from her, so she doesn't see me blushing like an idiot. Why the hell did I say that? She doesn't say anything in return and I hear her walking out of the dropship. I can't help but let out a sound of relief. I seriously need to pull myself together if I ever wanted a chance with her.
A/N: And there you have it, Bellamy Blake in writing folks! I really do love writing the characters with dark thoughts, it is much easier to connect to in my opinion. At least for me, anyway. Follow, favourite, review. Especially review, I genuinely love hearing your feedback, it helps me to be a better writer for you guys and that's what matters! On a sadder note, there's only two chapters left in this fic :( so if you have any ideas on what you want me to write next, I do take prompts, just send it through either by review or PM and I'll do my best to fulfill your wish. Before I sign off, I'd just like to thank everyone who has stuck with this fic, and all the new readers. You guys are what make it so special and fun. I'm really glad I got back into writing. Enough of my rambling, you don't want to hear it haha. Until next time, stay awesome, readers x