Sorry is Never Enough
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Author's Note: Here's another very short chapter, I'm sorry for the tidbits of progress but there will soon be lots of tense Bellarke interaction which is really what it's all about. I had to delete and re-add Chapters 6 and 7 because they weren't showing up for some reason, sorry the confusion! Thanks again for all the support in the form of reading/reviews/favorites/follows, it is as usual so very appreciated!
Chapter 6
As the remaining members of the 100 watched the mysterious grounder disappear in the distance, Bellamy, Octavia and several guards rushed to Clarke still lying unconscious on the ground. She was very pale, but didn't appear malnourished or injured in any way.
Bellamy wondered at the weeks she had spent away from the camp and how she had survived not only the wilderness but coming into contact with yet another new sect of grounders. He assumed the grounder who had delivered her back to them was part of a larger group, but there was really no telling how the remaining inhabitants of the earth chose to align themselves. Bellamy felt a keen sense of gratitude that the healer was back, but couldn't bring himself to admit that he had missed either the woman or her skills. Stubborn and irrational as it may be, he still saw her as the cause of the previous unrest in the camp and blamed her for Charlotte's death. Octavia's anger didn't change that. Neither did the fact that Clarke looked like a sleeping sacrificial lamb.
They approached slowly and Bellamy knelt carefully to examine the young blonde woman. She showed no signs of waking as he brushed the hair away from her face. He realized she looked vulnerable but he also saw unequivocal strength in her. The thought that he may have misjudged the princess in a number of ways made him feel itchy and angry. He picked her up himself, only a little roughly and proceeded to carry her back to camp.
When he walked in the direction of his own tent and away from the drop ship shelter Clarke had previously occupied, Octavia stepped in front of him. "Where do you think you're taking her? She needs to be in the drop ship where we can look after her until she wakes up."
Bellamy didn't pause in his long strides across the camp and responded shortly, "Clarke and I have a lot to talk about when she wakes up. She'll rest in my tent until we can find out more about that grounder from her."
Octavia refused to back down and would have shoved him if he hadn't been carrying her friend. "You're not going to berate her the second she wakes up, Bellamy. Who knows what happened to her after you drove her away? Give her a break. Hell, give us all a break from your never-ending warrior rebel bullshit act and just let her be."
He drew up quickly, finally stopping to address her succinctly. "You should know better than anyone, dear sister, that I don't act. We're all warriors down here and you'd be wise to remember that if you continue trying to get in my way."
His tone belied the finality of his words and she knew not to argue as he continued toward his tent, only hoping that Clarke wouldn't turn tail and run the second she woke up. She was back in the place she had so resolutely tried to leave. In recognizing how much Bellamy now sounded like Jaha, Octavia suddenly realized she didn't blame Clarke so much for trying to escape.