A/N: Sorry it's been so long. These past few months have been hectic, but I finally have a new chapter. Thank you to those of you who would remind me to update! It helped a lot!

Thanks for hanging in there.

Bellamy Blake didn't like to admit that he was an emotional person, but his closest friends knew just how emotional he could get. Each person had their own way of handling Bellamy's feelings, but they always somehow managed to get him to calm down.

Octavia used to always pop in a history documentary and run her hands through her brother's hair, but ever since her son was born, she knew that her kid was the glue that kept Bellamy sane.

She ushered Bellamy into her house and into the kitchen where his legs were attacked by a small, chubby, tan child.

"Un'Bell!" the child cried out.

Bellamy swooped his nephew into his arms. "Hey, Ricky. How's my little man doing? Momma tells me you won't go to sleep." He tapped the kid's nose, causing him to giggle.

"No nap!" Ricky grabbed at his favorite toy: Bellamy's hair.

Bellamy winced as the toddler wound his fingers into his hair. "Okay, easy little buddy. How about Uncle Belly tells you a story?"

Ricky squealed. "'Tory, 'tory, 'tory!"

Bellamy's stories were always the key to get the energetic toddler to sleep, whether the child wanted to or not. Octavia liked to tease her brother that they were boring, which was why they were so lethargic, but in all truthfulness, it was the way he told the stories. Bellamy's voice was so calming, Octavia often found herself dozing off in the doorway where she typically perched when her brother put her son to bed.

As Bellamy led his nephew up the stairs, Octavia hung back in the kitchen. She had decided to let them have a moment, for Merrick to calm his uncle down and for Bellamy to send the child to sleep.

Octavia walked over to the coffee machine and turned it on. She knew that this night would be a long one.

When Clarke had called her an hour ago, frantic, Octavia's outburst to her husband is probably what kept the toddler up. Lincoln was on his way out of the house to head to the night shift at the hospital, but was told to keep an eye out for Bellamy.

Octavia knew her brother way too well when it came to mentions of Lilly. She was the only person, besides Bellamy, to know what really happened between them. Not even Clarke, Bellamy's closest friend, knew what had happened to Lilly.

Bellamy still suffered from nightmares. Octavia was still woken up by late-night phone calls by her distraught brother. She always had to talk him down from doing something crazy.

There was a 'beep' from the coffee machine, signaling that the liquid was ready. Octavia poured two mugs of it and had started on hers when her brother emerged from the stairs.

"He already out?" she asked, holding out the other mug, which Bellamy took eagerly.

"Barely two paragraphs into the book and he was snoring away." Bellamy shook his head fondly, long curls flopping into his eyes.

Octavia reached up to brush his bangs away from his forehead. "You need a trim."

Broad shoulders lifted themselves before they dropped again. "I'll get around to it eventually."

Silence filled the kitchen. It wasn't necessarily awkward; it was just obvious the two Blakes were avoiding the elephant in the room.

Bellamy finally sighed. "All right. Get it out. I know you want to."

"Why don't you just tell them?"

"You know how hard it is to talk about it. Even with you."

"It'll help Clarke understand just why you're so protective over her."

Bellamy rolled his eyes, sticking his nose in his mug.

His silence spurred Octavia on. "Bell, you know she's going to find out eventually, whether or not it comes from you or me. She's listened to your wishes about not looking up what happened. But you know, sooner or later, she will."

"I just…I don't want to see the look she gives me when she finds out.

Octavia set her mug down, took Bellamy's and placed it next to hers. She faced her brother and put her hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look at her. "Listen to me. What happened with Lilly was not your fault! Clarke will not think of you any differently, trust me."

Bellamy wrapped his fingers around her wrists. "But what if she does?"

The younger Blake smacked one of her hands on his cheek before poking him in the nose. "You can't think like that! I know you, Bellamy Blake. So does Clarke. And if I hadn't been with you when you'd gotten the phone call about Lilly, I'm sure as hell that I wouldn't know what had really happened either. You're still so used to not having anyone to talk to about your shit. But guess what. You've got me. You've got Lincoln. You've got that asshole Murphy. But most importantly, you've got Clarke. Bell, I know how you feel about her. Go home. Tell her the truth. You had her back after the Finn fiasco. Let her have your back."

Octavia turned her brother around and shoved him towards the door. "Now go. I'll text Clarke to let her know you're on your way. But if you don't get there soon, she's going to be calling me and then I'll send the cavalry after you, got it?"

Bellamy winced as he opened the door. He glanced at his sister. She could be pretty scary when she wanted to be. "Please not the cavalry…" he whined. He's had the 'cavalry' out after him one too many times, and each time, he'd been physically dragged to a car where his sister chewed him out.

"Then get your butt moving. Trust me, Raven won't be there when you get home." Octavia stretched onto her toes to kiss his cheek. "I love you."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thanks, O."

A/N2: You'll find out what happened between Lilly and Bellamy soon. I just figured it out myself.

((I've had questions in regards to who Lilly is and where she came from, and if you've read the books, you'd know, but if you haven't, she's Bellamy's girlfriend from the Ark and became a good friend of Clarke's.))