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Chapter 2
Bellamy refused to turn and watch her go, instead listening to her retreating steps as he made his way slowly back to camp. He wouldn't beg her to stay, knowing that she would feel guilty for leaving them. He wouldn't at to her suffering.
He walked through the gates, his heart heavy in his chest. He knew that Abby deserved to know, so he made his way to med bay, finding her lying on one of the many cots speaking quietly with Kane.
He approached; dread coiling in his stomach as her eyes found his face.
"Where's Clarke", she asked hesitantly.
"Clarke's gone", he said, his voice deceptively strong, "She needs time to sort everything out. After all the crap that she's gone through, I think the least she deserves is time to find herself again."
His voice echoed hollowly in the metallic space, his shoulders sagging with the added weight he'd had to take upon himself at her leaving. His pain filled gaze met Abby's, her eyes filling with tears.
"Thank you for telling me, Bellamy. I think you're right, she does deserve her space, but we can't just let her go off on her own."
Anger flared in Bellamy's brown eyes, "You sent us down to die! You forced her to become what she is, ripping away her innocence one shred at a time until there's nothing left."
He watched as Kane reached out to comfort Abby, and he expected to be chastised for his harsh words. However, both adults stared at him with honest understanding and he hated them for it.
Kane stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Go get some rest, son. We'll figure things out when we've all cleared our heads."
Bellamy nodded, making his way quickly out of the ARK and into the sunshine. The wind chilled his face, and only then did he notice the tears that coursed down his cheeks.
He went to his tent, falling down on the worn cot, his eyes closed and his mind wandered. He could see her, blonde hair shining in the sunlight, her blue eyes shimmering with laughter.
Bellamy sobbed, the events of the past weeks catching up with him.
He cried for those they'd lost, the kids who'd died too young.
He cried for the people in Mt. Weather, the people who'd risked everything to help them.
He cried for himself, for the pain and heartache he'd been forced to endure.
And, finally, he cried for her.
When all his tears were spent, he fell asleep, his dreams filled with images and flashes of his best friend, his angel, the girl with the golden hair and fiery blue eyes.
The weeks passed, search parties were sent out. They came back with nothing. He went out every time, his gaze searching the trees and landscape, praying that he'd catch a glimpse of her.
One at a time they began to lose hope, the search teams dwindling in numbers until it was only Octavia, Monty, and himself.
"She's gone, Bellamy. Dead for all we know", Octavia ground out harshly as they walked along a quiet stream.
Bellamy heard Monty's sharp intake of breath, and felt his own anger rise.
"Don't say that", he said quietly.
"Someone needs to! You're going to kill yourself on this idiotic crusade, looking for a girl who doesn't wish to be found nor does she deserve to be. This was her choice, and we all have to live with the consequences of our choices."
Bellamy's hands fisted at his side, his jaw tightening painfully.
"If you don't want to be here, Octavia, then go back to camp", he growled.
His sister finally looked back at him, her eyes softening when she realized how her words must have hurt him.
"I'm sorry, Bell, but I don't want to see you lose yourself all because of her. She's not worth it."
Bellamy looked up at the clear blue sky, anger coursing through his body. His sister didn't get it. Part of him was already gone, lost forever if Clarke Griffin wasn't found.
"She will always be worth it", he said softly.
Octavia's own anger soared at her brother's stubbornness.
"Oh yeah", she screamed, "I bet she didn't mention that she left me in Ton DC to die. She didn't tell anyone, Bellamy! You're precious Princess left us all to die!"
Bellamy recoiled at her words, spat in his face with more rage than he'd ever seen come from the girl he'd practically raised.
"What are you saying", he asked tiredly.
"I'm saying that Clarke Griffin left her people to die, all except for her sainted mother", Octavia said savagely.
Bellamy felt as though he'd been slapped, the air leaving his lungs in a whoosh. He fell to his knees, unsure how to respond- unsure of how he felt.
He felt angry with Clarke, angry that she'd left his sister to die along with all those other people. It all reeked of Lexa's twisted logic, and yet another reason to be angry reared its ugly head.
"Why didn't anyone tell me", he whispered.
"Clarke didn't want you to be distracted."
Bellamy laughed bitterly, "I suppose she did it all for me then."
Octavia felt the stirrings of remorse, knowing that what she was about to say would tear her brother apart.
"Yes", she whispered.
She watched him as tears began to course down his cheeks, and she wished she'd never said anything. She'd wanted to taint Clarke's memory, make him hate her. However, she'd forgotten the reason for the blonde's silence.
In Octavia's mind Clarke Griffin was many terrible things, but one thing she knew as truth- her former friend loved Bellamy even if she was unwilling to admit it. Everything she'd done had been with the intention of keeping him safe, and seeing him freed from the mountain.
She often wondered after Bellamy left, if freeing him hadn't become Clarke's main objective. She'd watched the blonde, how any word of the dark haired man caused her eyes to cloud with worry.
Octavia was pulled from her thoughts when her brother stood, his face an impassive mask.
"You're right, she's not worth it", he said woodenly, "Let's get back to camp."
That was the last search they made. The camp began to talk, speculation of where Clarke was and what had happened to her. Bellamy refused to participate, or even listen for that matter.
He was angry, angry with her and himself. Why did she leave, why was she forcing him to carry this burden alone? He withdrew from everyone, including his sister.
He knew Octavia had tried to make him hate Clarke, and in a way she'd succeeded. However, his sister had also succeeded in driving him away from her as well. He barely spoke to her after their discussion in the woods.
Bellamy spent his days trying to care for the camp, training with the guard, and just trying to survive.
Clarke held Bryce, a thick blanket over his head in attempt to keep the rain off. He staggered forward, her mouth dry and her body far too warm. Her side burned, and her strength was waning but she kept moving forward.
It had been one week since the wolf, and she knew the bites were infected. That's why Camp Jaha was suddenly looming before her. She couldn't allow Bryce to come to harm because she was too stubborn and too scared to face them.
She hugged him a little tighter; his damp curls brushing her cheek. The gates stood tall before her, and fear took hold of her heart. However, it was fleeting- quickly replaced by the determination to protect the little boy she now claimed as her own.
Clarke watched as the gates opened, two guards approaching her with leery frowns on their faces and guns drawn. She came to a stop, her son's weight causing her arms to burn.
"Get Bellamy Blake", she said hoarsely, her voice shaking.
She watched as one of them ran off in the direction of the ARK, while the other remained- his gun still pointed at her.
"Put the gun down, I mean you no harm", she said, her voice sounding weak even to her own ears.
The man finally lowered his weapon, turning when a crowd began to gather. Murmurs rippled through the throng of people, but no familiar faces registered.
Bryce stirred, his sleepy voice muffled against her neck.
"I'm hungry, Momma."
"I know, baby. We're going to find you something to eat in a moment", Clarke whispered, placing a kiss against his dark curls.
She began to sway, her legs feeling as though they would buckle at any moment. Then she spotted Octavia, her eyes filled with hatred as she advanced.
"Why did you come back", she asked angrily.
"Not for myself, I assure you", Clarke spoke quietly.
Octavia's expression was shocked, her words stilled when Bryce pulled the blanket from his head to look around.
"Where are we Momma", he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty as his little legs wrapped tightly around her waist.
Clarke sucked in a quick breath, one of his knees grazing her side.
"We're safe, sweetheart. Trust me?"
The little boy nodded, water running down his forehead to drip off his nose. His hands moved to her hair, rubbing the wet strands between his fingers and burying his face in her neck.
Clarke's gaze once more shifted to search the crowd, her eyes widening as her mother stepped forth.
"Clarke", she asked hesitantly.
Clarke unconsciously stepped forward, her mother taking this as an invitation to approach. Abby neared, her gaze moving from her daughter's tired features to the little boy in her arms.
"Here let me…", Abby said, reaching out to take the child from Clarke's trembling arms.
She could tell that her daughter was exhausted, but the paleness of her features caused her mother worry. She managed to grab the little boy, but what happened next was completely unexpected.
Clarke felt Bryce being taken from her, and watched as his little eyes widened in fear. An ear splitting shriek erupted, his hands reaching frantically for her. Her newfound instincts kicked in and she quickly turned away, her arms fastened protectively around the child in her arms.
"No", she said, a savage gleam entering her eyes, "Don't touch him!"
Abby stepped back in shock, never had she seen her daughter react so violently. The sudden movement had set Clarke off balance, her legs wobbled for a moment before with sure force of will she managed to stay upright.
"Alright, sweetheart, I won't take him from you. Just let me take you both to the med bay before you collapse."
"No, I need to see Bellamy", Clarke whispered.
Abby glanced at Kane, a question in her eyes. He shrugged, staring at her apologetically.
Suddenly Clarke's gaze shattered, tears welling in her eyes.
"No, no, no", she cried, "Please, he can't be…"
Her words were cut off when she spotted a familiar dark head making his way through the crowd. He came to a stop beside Octavia, his dark eyes cold. However, just seeing him filled her with dizzying relief.
She sighed, and then she was falling into oblivion, her son's cries sounding miles away.
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