Hey everyone!

Sorry about the semi-long wait, I've been really busy lately.

I changed the title to Dream. The reasoning behind this is a song. I named this after a song I heard that gave me the idea, but the actual lyrics don't quite fit the idea of a story. I found 'Dream', by Imagine Dragons recently, and that seems to somewhat correspond with the plot. I mention it in the edited first chapter if you want to check it out.

I'd like to thank my six reviewers: CDinga22, 12, Clarke22, Anna, Thereader0303, and biscuitdestroyr.

Anyways, here's the next chapter!


Chapter 12:

The sound of trickling water bounced off of the cave walls. In the dim light, moss and condensation could be seen clinging to the stone. There was a flickering light in the corner, and shadows danced across the walls and the small passageway.

Bellamy sat up, and the world spun around him. He tenderly brushed his fingertips across his abdomen, only to find a thick bandage covering the stab wound.

Once everything stopped spinning, he stood up, stumbling towards the firelight. He leaned against the slick walls, instinctively reaching for his gun. Realizing he only had a knife, he pulled the dagger out of his boot and crept into the other room.

There was a Grounder comfortably seated on a fur rug, scraping his knife across a piece of wood. Tattoos stretched across his back and decorated his arms and shoulders. At the sound of footsteps, the man glanced over her shoulder and nodded to Bellamy. It was Lincoln.

"You shouldn't be up yet." He commented quietly, setting his work down. The firelight flickered upon his face, casting sharp shadows along his features.

Bellamy tipped his head in acknowledgement, leaning heavily against the stone.

Lincoln smiled slightly at his stubbornness. "You had a gash on your forehead, as well as some cuts and bruises on your arms and legs. Those should be healed by the end of the week. The only thing to worry about is your stomach and your arm. The knife went in quite deep, and the bullet was ripped out somehow. Keep the bandages on for at least two weeks, change it at least once a day, maybe more."

Bellamy nodded, showing that he understood. "How long have I been here?" He questioned, voice rasping from disuse.

"It will soon be dawn of the fourth day." The Grounder replied, turning back to his small project.

Clearly pondering something, Bellamy pulled a hand through his unruly black curls. After a few moments of silence, his gaze darkened, and a frown pulled at his lips.

"Why aren't you in Polis?" He asked, worry and anger seeping into his voice. "You are one of the few people that I'd trust to be with her, and you ditched her to come back to your cave?"

Lincoln sighed, keeping his back to the irritated man. "Lexa made me leave, she only wanted the official ambassadors from each clan there."

Bellamy opened his mouth to speak, but Lincoln cut him off. "Before you blame me for leaving that easily, I was dragged out of Polis by her guards. Trying to go back could have endangered Octavia."

Eyes dark, he considered doing or saying something he might regret. Hobbling a few steps forward, he got ready to yell at Lincoln about abadoning his sister, even though deep down he knew there was nothing he could do. Then thoughts of Clarke and the Ice Nation came to mind, and he immediately changed his mind.

"The Ice Nation has one of our people hostage." He started, voice lacking emotion. "Their ambassador pulled my sister aside and told her that they are sending three warriors to my camp. If we do not propose an agreement, then their hostage will be killed in ten days." He was not even sure if it was true, but his instincts screamed that something was wrong.

Before Lincoln could reply, he grabbed his gun and knife lying on the table near the entrance. Tossing the strap over his shoulder and slipping the knife in his boot, he jogged out, ignoring the immense pain that coursed through his leg and abdomen every time his foot touched the ground.

As the sky turned red with promises of the morning, Bellamy neared his camp. A smile tugged at his lips when he saw the familiar walls, but then he saw dark horses. Three Grounders sat on top, thick fur cloaks concealing their heavy armor.

He slowly strolled up to them, before stopping in front of the tallest. He thought of what to say for a moment, before nodding slightly. "I am assuming one of you speaks English, because you are here to discuss a deal, am I correct?"

The Grounder in front of him hopped off of his horse to stand face to face with Bellamy. "Who are you?" He questioned, words thick with a rough accent. He rested his hand on the spear strapped to his chest, and a thick mask covered his face.

Bellamy rolled his shoulders back and looked him in the eye. "Skaikru's leader, perhaps?"

The Grounder blinked, clearly taken aback for a moment, before he nodded. "Yes, we have one of your people with us, and we wish to make a trade for her."

With those words, Bellamy knew for certain that his dream was true. Before he could reply however, Octavia came rushing through the bushes. She skidded to a stop in front of Bellamy and hugged him, ignoring their company.

"They have Clarke." She whispered in his ear before pulling away.

"I know" he murmured softly. "How long have you been here?" He asked, turning his attention back to the Grounder.

"Three days." He replied, indifference clear in the way he spoke.

Irritated, Bellamy nodded. "I'll talk to you later, I must go speak to my people." He turned around, calling out to the guard at the gate. "Open the door!"

The doors slowly swung open, and Miller grinned at the sight of Bellamy. "Glad to see you're still alive." He clapped him on the shoulder, unaware of Bellamy's wince. Giving him a once over, concern appeared on his features. "What happened to you?"

Bellamy glanced down and spotted growing red circle of blood on his shirt. He sighed, zipping his jacket up and ignoring Miller. While, walking towards the middle of camp, heads turned at the sight of him, and only a quick call was needed to gather everyone around him. A quiet murmur buzzed around the group, and a few people started to call out a variety of questions.

Raising his hand to quiet them, he began to speak. "I'm sure you all want to know what happened to me, and why Ice Nation is on our doorstep." He glanced at the gates to ensure that they were closed before speaking again. "Dax decided it would be fun to kill me a few days ago. So, while I was sitting at the lake, he shot me. Then he took my weapons and stabbed me a few times before I killed him."

A few gasps escaped the kids' mouths, but the rest just remained silent, stares fixated on their leader. "I passed out from blood loss, and a friend who lives here healed me. As for Ice Nation, they have one of us hostage. She came down on a separate ship, and she is now in Ice Nation's camp, being treated like dirt. If we don't make a deal with them in seven days, she will die a slow, painful death."

As he spoke, Octavia leaned over to Jasper and whispered something in his ear. His eyes widened with shock and understanding, before he conveyed the message to Monty.

Bellamy glanced at his sister and motioned for her to follow him. He walked into his tent and sat on the edge of his bed, barely holding himself together. As he pulled his jacket off, he saw the blood that soaked his stomach and his shoulder, and he cringed as Octavia came in. "I'll get the first-aid kit." She said softly, leaving and quickly returning with the red box. She sat down next to him as he pulled his shirt off, eyes widening at the reopened injuries.

"I ran." He explained. "It reopened some of the injuries as you can see."

She sighed, wiping his shoulder with a disinfecting wipe. "What on earth happened to you Bell?"

Bellamy clenched his teeth together as she sewed the bullet wound and his stomach gash, unable to speak.

Once she finished and bandaged the wound, he began to tell her everything that had happened, leaving out the details of the Dax situation and the dream. He explained how Lincoln helped him, and what he learned from the older man, before lying down with a soft groan.

Sensing his exhaustion, she left him to sleep, and Bellamy immediately crashed.

He woke up to Miller coming into his tent, and sat up, ignoring how the room spun around him. "Get the guards and the group that had the dream here, I have a plan." As Miller left, he grabbed a clean shirt and threw it on, covering his latest injuries.

After a few minutes, his tent was crammed with the guards, his sister, and her friends. "Okay, so this will be kept between us for now, okay?" Once everyone nodded, he stretched, looking at his sister. "I have a plan."

He explained it to everyone, told each person their role, and dismissed them. Octavia remained, clearly pissed.

"I am not staying behind. I can help just as much as anyone else." She started angrily.

"I know, but I would only trust three people enough to keep everyone in line, and you're one of them. You and Raven will be just fine."

She opened her mouth to argue, but he cut her off.

"Besides, I can't lose you." He murmured, hugging her.

She nodded after a moment, pulling away and looking at him. "Fine, I'll stay. But only for you."

"Thanks O." He replied as she left, leaving him to further think about his plan.

As the day drew closer, they fine-tuned the plan. Bellamy agonized the importance of every detail each time they met, until they all knew and could recite exactly what they had to do. The day before they were set to leave, the guards captured the three Grounders outside of their gates and imprisoned them.

Then Bellamy stood up in the center of camp and called for everyone to gather around him. "Like I said before, the Ice Nation has one of our people hostage. We are going to go get her. We have been planning this, and I believe it will work. Octavia and Raven will be left in charge, disobey them and you'll answer to me."

With that, he turned and walked to their small prison containing the Ice Nation warriors. Seeing that they were wearing traditional Ark clothes, he smirked before speaking to them. "You will be closely guarded at all times, don't even think about trying to escape." He motioned for two of his armed guards to stand in front of the prison. He looked around and spotted three people in heavy armor, thick fur cloaks, and dark masks.

"Ready?" One of them called out, revealing himself to be Miller.

Bellamy nodded and walked to the edge of camp. The three of them were waiting, two sitting on horseback.

"I don't see why we have to tie you up so early." Miller commented as he tied Bellamy's wrists together and attached the rope to the back of his saddle.

"Their warriors could see me not tied up and catch on." Bellamy replied, motioning for Miller to gag him.

Miller sighed and tied the piece of cloth around his friend's head, pulling on it to make sure it stayed in his mouth.

The four of them left, knowing that the guards were already on their way. Bellamy jogged behind the horses, occasionally tripping when the horse would change speeds. When they were almost at the camp, Miller hopped off of the horse and tossed a bag over his head, giving him a reassuring pat before riding the horse to the camp entrance.

"I have Skaikru's trade for the prisoner." Miller barked out in Trigdasleng. Bellamy and Octavia had taught him the words over and over again until he knew them by heart.

The guard nodded and motioned for them to come in. Once they were inside, the three 'Grounders' dismounted from their horses and looked around at their unfamiliar surroundings.

Tall canvas tents lined the walls, as well as a few small wooden cabins. In the center of the camp was a large slab of stone with a wooden throne upon it, and a few yards behind it was a house made of stone, most likely for the queen.

As they walked towards the middle of camp, the queen exited her house and walked up to them. Miller repeated his words from earlier.

The Ice Queen nodded and pulled the hood off of him. "Who is he?"

Saving Miller from having to reply, a yell echoed from the edge of camp.

Bellamy mentally tried to translate without success, before deciding now was as good a time as any. He tipped his head to Miller, who let out a loud cry. "Now!"

About twenty kids rushed into the camp, half rushing towards the Queen and the other half towards what they learned was the prison.

Miller quickly cut off Bellamy's gag and rope, allowing him to rip out his hidden weapon.

The Queen immediately got into a fight with the other two guards, and the rest of Ice Nation warriors attacked the small troop of kids.

Bellamy started shooting his gun at the warriors, causing them to fall. He tried to shoot their limbs instead of their chests, to avoid killing them and repeating past mistakes.

As the fighting ensued, and the odds of losing escalated, the other half who went to save Clarke rushed into the brawl. "She's gone!" Sterling called out, tackling the Grounder who was sprinting towards Bellamy.

As Bellamy ran over to help, the Grounder plunged his knife into Sterling's chest and killed him. Cocking his gun, Bellamy immediately shot the killer, before glancing around the camp. "Retreat!" He called out, simply assuming that they got Clarke out of the camp. He sprinted towards the entrance, shooting those in their way. The injured were helped by the healthy, and they all escaped the camp.

They sprinted through the forest, pursued by the furious warriors. Trees blurred past them as they ran for their lives, dodging knives and spears flying their way. A few hit home, but they kept on running, helping each other get away. As they leapt over a stream, the warriors slowed, refusing to cross the boundary for some unknown reason.

Once they were out of range of the blood thirsty Grounders, they slowed and searched for a place to stay the night. Miller finally found a cave, and as the sun lowered towards the horizon and sky darkened, they tended to each other's wounds and built a fire to stay warm. The haggard group stretched out around the fire, mourning the loss of some of their friends, before being jarred out of their thoughts by Murphy's voice.

He sat up and looked around. "Not that I care..." he started in his typical apathetic tone.

"But... where the hell is Bellamy?"


So, what do you think?

This was a longer chapter than usual, making up for the wait I suppose.

Anyways, left you on a cliff hanger, but it will be worth it.

Until next time...