Hey everyone!
First off, I'd like to report that I got two more reviews, so thank you SydneyRaine and Cheri Estella.
Second thing, in regards to my other stories, especially Alexander Kane, I'd like to apologize for the somewhat long wait. I've been quite busy lately, and in addition, I've had a writer's block for that. Alas, I will be inspired soon enough.
Anyways, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
Chapter 3:
He walked into the bedroom, bowl of chicken broth held in his hand. He sat down upon the bed, lightly brushing her hair out of her face.
She opened her eyes and confusion immediately flashed upon her face, before her expression changed to one of grief. "Thank you." She murmured, taking the soup and downing it silently.
Bellamy nodded, resting his hand on her knee. Without words, he attempted to communicate that he would always be there for her, and she naturally understood. It was how they'd communicate often in the camp, before they knew that it wasn't real. He muttered something, clearly deep in thought.
"Hmm?" Clarke questioned, opening her eyes and jarring him back to reality.
"What if this is the real dream and we are all still back in camp, sleeping?" He repeated, resting his gaze back on her.
She shrugged, and responded that she sure as hell hoped not. They stayed together, finding comfort in each other's mere company, both thinking everything over.
Bellamy, running ideas through his mind, came up with something and grabbed a pencil and one of the few journals they had. He opened it and began to write something, hiding it from Clarke with a slight smirk. After a few moments he handed it to her, and she began to scan over his loopy scrawl.
Since talking about deep, important stuff is one of the few things I'm not good at ...
She glanced at Bellamy and saw him smirk, before continuing to read.
I'll just write something down. The dream is, slowly but surely, coming true. We have learned this, from your father's death, the Ark's looming fate, and other things as well. However we also know we can change the course of events. You aren't arrested yet, for instance, even though you tried to help the cause. So, what we need to do is find out who else had the dream, band together, and figure out how to rewrite our futures.
Clarke looked up and a genuine smile passed across her face. "So he can be nice. Shocking."
Bellamy smirked, before a frown returned upon his tan features. "We need to find the others, split up, and figure out where everyone is and if they had the dream. We can start by figuring out who might've had it and go from there."
Clarke nodded, writing down names on a separate page. "Finn, Raven, Wells, and Murphy might've had it. I know my mom didn't, so I doubt any of the adults had it."
"Monty, Jasper, maybe Harper, Fox, and Monroe?"
She shrugged. "Who do you want to ask?"
"You take Finn, I would probably beat the crap out of him and get locked up before I said anything." Bellamy replied, regretting it when Clarke visibly flinched. "I'll take Murphy, he knows me best. You can take Raven, Monty, Jasper, and Wells, I'll take the rest. Sound good?"
Bellamy laid down next to her once she agreed to start tomorrow morning, and immediately drifted off to sleep, seeing as Clarke had woken up at around midnight.
He was jarred awake by Clarke shaking his shoulder. "Wake up!" He groaned, and was hit by Octavia with a pillow.
"You have a mission, and I'm not letting you sleep in and fail it. Clarke filled me in, so get your ass out of bed and go talk to people." She ordered, the older Blake sibling smiling at her fiery personality.
After getting ready, he set off, spliting ways with Clarke and deciding to find the girls first. He went to Jaha's office and knocked, running a hand through his unruly black hair that was almost the length that he'd had it on Earth. In the dream, he corrected himself mentally, forcing a smile onto his face as the Chancellor opened the door. I shot you. He thought, biting his lip to hide a smirk and greeted Jaha in his 'respectful' voice.
"How may I help you today?" The Chancellor questioned, standing with his hands clasped together.
Bellamy explained how he was looking for his friends from grade school that he hadn't spoken to in years, gave Jaha their names, and soon enough, he had sheet of paper with their addresses written on it. He practically ran out of the office, giving a suspicious Jaha his hasty thanks before he sprinted down the hall to the first address, Monroe's.
He knocked on the door, and she gave him a strange look, not knowing him at all. When Bellamy greeted her with usage of her name, she called him a creep and slammed the door in his face.
At Fox's house, a vague sense of recognition had flickered upon her face and she had commented that he looked familiar for some reason, but she didn't know why.
With two more houses to go, he had gone to Harper's first, and she smiled when she saw him.
"Hey" she greeted before she hugged him. "Can you believe all of this?"
Bellamy quickly broke away, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm finding out who else knows, I'll let you know soon and we can all meet."
Harper nodded, scribbling her phone number at the bottom of the page he held. "Call me when it happens."
Bellamy left and went to the final house on his list. After knocking for a few moments, the door was thrown open by a very disheveled Murphy. "What the hell do you-" he cut off mid sentence, eyes widening. "Bellamy?"
He nodded and Murphy stood there gaping. "I'm not the only one?"
Bellamy shook his head, summarizing what he knew so far and getting Murphy's phone number. After some small talk, Bellamy left and walked back to his place. As soon as he closed the door, Octavia bombarded him with questions, and he quickly answered each one, meanwhile wondering when Clarke would return.
A soft knock sounded, and Octavia hid quickly as Bellamy cracked the door. Once he saw it was Clarke, he opened the door all the way and raised his eyebrows expectantly.
She came in and sat down at the table once Octavia was out of the floor, and began to speak, blue eyes fixated on Bellamy. She explained how much each person remembered, and if they even remembered her at all. It turned out that Monty, Jasper, and Raven knew, but, thankfully, not Wells and Finn. After she finished, Bellamy filled her in on his little escapade, writing down names and phone numbers of everyone as he spoke.
"I have a theory."
Bellamy and Clarke turned to the younger Blake sibling. "Do you think those who died in this freakishly weird dream might not have had it?"
Clarke tipped her head in agreement, before raising her eyebrows. "Maybe, but what about Monroe?" She asked, before changing the subject. "We need to contact everyone and arrange a meeting. Can we do it here so Octavia doesn't miss out, or will your mom have a problem?"
"She'll have a problem, sorry O. How about we ask Monty if we can go over there?" He asked in response.
Clarke called the boy from Farm Station and gave a thumbs-up before wishing him well and hanging up. "Tomorrow at noon. We'll just have to escape somehow. I'll face my mom tonight." She grimaced before dialing another number. Soon enough, she had convinced everyone to come, including Murphy after Bellamy practically yelled at him. The three of them sat at the table, chatting, when Aurora came in and almost dropped her bags.
"Bellamy Alexander Blake, what is she doing here?" She scolded, throwing her bags on the counter and storming over. "You know you can never tell anyone, but here you are, ruining it. This is an important secret, how many I times do I have to tell you what will happen if anyone in a place of authority finds out. Your sister and I would both get floated for this because you screwed everything up for your girlfriend!"
A tinge of pink appeared upon Clarke's cheeks, and Bellamy's neck went warm. Despite this, he rolled his shoulders back and held his head high as he boldly met his mother's gaze. "First off, she isn't my girlfriend." He started calmly, voice low. His temper clearly had improved. "Second, she already knew. She overheard you lecturing me when I was little on what happens if I tell after I almost told a kid about O. Remember that? Well she overheard, and she's known for ages but just came to me recently." He lied without missing a beat, and glanced at Clarke.
"We were very close a few years ago when we met in grade school, but then I told him I knew about Octavia. He got really protective over her and pushed me away. Recently, he apologized, and we are good friends again. I can promise you that I haven't, and will not, tell a soul." Clarke added in, completing their made-up story.
Aurora Blake stared at them suspiciously before nodding in consent. "Alright." She replied coolly. "I'm Aurora, and you are?"
"Clarke Griffin."
"Daughter of Abby Griffin?"
Clarke nodded nervously as his mother stalked into the kitchen.
Clarke glanced at Bellamy and smiled. 'Nice story' she mouthed.
A mischevious smile passed across his lips as Clarke stood up. "Well I guess I should get going. It was nice seeing you guys." She said calmly, though worry was clear upon her features.
Bellamy embraced her, whispering in her ear. "Meet me hear at 11:30 tomorrow. If you aren't here by 11:45, I'll come over and piss off your mom. Good luck, call me if you need me." He pulled away, and she left his house with a grin, leaving Bellamy with hope that things would work out for his close friend.
After a plain, boring dinner and listening to another angry lecture with the details about Abby Griffin, he got into his bed, thinking, hoping, and eventually dreaming about tomorrow.
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