48. Knocking On Heavens Door

When she opened her eyes the first thing she saw was just light. So white and bright that it was impossible to see anything else that was surrounding her or rather if there was something surrounding voices was talking between one another, and Clarke was unable to grasp what exactly was said between them, but she recognized the voices was her mother and someone who sounded like Jackson, her mother's assistant as well as her good friend. They were shouting, giving everyone else's orders and commands or that is what Clarke assumed they were doing since their voices were putting strain on her ears.

Either way whether it was the fact that she was tired and in physical pain or the fact that the sound of her mother's voice was literally draining her energy dry, making her exhausted and unable to keep herself conscious about her surroundings. So she closed her eyes once more, hoping that the next time she was conscious and really awake that she didn't wake up to see or hear her mother.

Unfortunately her prayers weren't answered when she woke up the next time, this time she was able to see the metal covered ceiling as well as everything else in the room, and saw that Octavia, Lincoln and her mother were standing by her side, looking down on her with relief and concern.

Clarke groaned. "Please tell me that I'm alive and that this is a nightmare where I will wake up and my mother is not here." Her words were cold and painful to hear, but she didn't care whether her mother saved her life or not, especially since she had taken her father's life easily as well sending her only daughter to an assumed forsaken planet to die alone.

Octavia and Lincoln smiled sadly at her meanwhile her mother looked obviously hurt by her response, but did show remorse and relief that she was okay.

"Well, I'm happy to tell you that you are right about the alive part, but only barely," Octavia stated with slight humor in her voice. However her response revealed hurt and frustration as well, which was understandable considering everything that had happened. "You sustained mostly cuts and bruises as well as a concussion. And you were also exposed to the acid poisoning, although in very light amount, so you are going to be fine."

Octavia looked at her mother to confirm what she had just said regarding her physical state, and to which her mother nodded her head and continued watching her.

Clarke let out a relived sigh, glad that she was too hurt or worse dead, but her relief was short-lived when she realized she had not heard anything about Bellamy. So she tilted her head in concerned manner and asked, "And Bellamy? What about Bellamy? Is he all right or at least going to be?"

Octavia's face fell by her questions and didn't answer immediately, but she didn't have to since her silence was a good enough answer. Then she sighed heavily and said sadly, "He received the same amount of cuts and bruises as well as poison exposure, however the injury he received to the head was severe and he hasn't woken up since we found him back at the mountain. Clarke…He is in a coma and if he doesn't wake up soon he will die."

The moment those words left her best friend's mouth Clarke felt her world shattering in pieces. Bellamy couldn't be dying, not after he had gone through the extent to save her and bring her him. Clarke wanted to cry, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Not here, not when everyone was around to see her weak state of emotional turmoil. Was this what Bellamy felt when he learned that she had given herself up to the Mountain Men in order to let the other kids escape?

Even though her exterior appearance showed shock, disbelief and sadness, inside she felt all of those things but also this emptiness and loneliness. Was this truly the end of everything? Would everything she had loved and fought hard for be taken away by her love's death?

No, he wasn't going to die on her, she wasn't letting him die on her, especially after he made her fall in love with him and managed to free her from her inner demons. If he was going to be an ass and die for her, then she would make sure to kill him once she found him in the afterlife because she wouldn't forgive him if he broke his promise and left her behind like she has been so many times before.

So she ignored her body that was numb and in pain and sat up before she moved her legs to the side of the bed. Everyone reacted immediately on her action and asked or better word for it begged her to lie back in bed since her body still was hurt and in pain. However Clarke was stubborn and refused to do as anyone asked of her when her mind had already decided. She was going to see Bellamy and no one was going to stop her from doing so, not even death was going to stop her from reaching her boyfriend.

When her feet met the cold ground she almost fell over due to the numbness and the lack of use of her legs, but Lincoln reacted quickly and caught her before her face met the floor. As his arms lifted her upper body in a more straight posture, Lincoln leaned and said, "You have to be careful, your body is still not completely healed yet."

"I know, but I have to see him," Clarke sighed before explained her reason. "He needs me and I need him, it's that simple. And if it had been Octavia you would have done the same thing as I'm trying to do right now. So please don't fight me on this instead help me if you are worried."

Lincoln closed his eyes for a moment and sighed heavily, knowing fully well that she wasn't going to change her mind and she had a point he would have done the same if the roles had been reversed. So when he opened his eyes again he agreed to help her, but she needed to at least take it slow and let her body rest when it told her to. Clarke had no problem with that, so shortly after both he and Octavia escorted her to the room next door from hers inside the drop ship, leaving behind her mother who seemed a little shocked to see how reckless she was and how far she was willing to go in order to see Bellamy, but Clarke chose to ignore her mother. Whatever her mother personally thought about Bellamy, it didn't matter because she had long lost the power and right to judge and decide her personal relationships.

Without even confirming his suspicion, Bellamy knew that he wasn't physically conscious. His body was numb and empty as well as in some pain, but he wasn't awake or conscious enough to communicate with the real world. Over the short time he had been aware of what was going on around he had learned that he was back at the camp and was currently being healed by Dr. Griffin and her medical team. How he knew this was simple, the familiar voices that was yelling and screaming back and forth between one another confirmed his assumption.

Anyways he continued to slip in and out of what seemed to be his eternal sleep, only to hear whatever was said around him like those few times his sister talked to him, but every time she did was always crying and begging him to wake hated to wake up. He hated to be the reason behind his sister's tears and sadness and wanted nothing more to wake up, but he couldn't. He had no control over his body or any real control over his brain to will himself to wake up, so he was simply trapped inside his body and in this dreading sleep for now at least.

So he was pretty much stuck and was more than anxious to get out and see and hug Octavia and the others and be thankful for being alive. Most of all, he wanted to see, feel and kiss Clarke again. His mind was going to explode by the constant worrying about his girlfriend's unknown fate, seeing as he had not heard her or his sister mentioning anything about her. Was she really dead or was she in such bad shape that kept her from being here?

As he thought this, he heard the door to his room open and the sound of many feet's steeping inside and approaching his bed. Then he felt a slightly cold hand slip into his hand and clutched it tightly.

"Bellamy," The wonderful voice of his princess said. Her voice sounded so fragile, yet so incredibly strong and determined that could command a hundred men in battle if she chose to wish so. "We did it, we destroyed the Acid fog system and the Mountain Men are finally gone. And we are okay or we are going to be okay, Maya is going to be all right and is currently in Jasper's company, but you need to wake up. The kids needs you, Octavia needs you, and I need you."

Hearing her voice asking and begging him to wake up was even worse than when his sister had done it and if he wasn't literally trapped and unable to move he would have woken up at that second and thrown his arms around her and calm her down and shower her with promises that he wasn't going anywhere. The question was just how he was supposed to snap out of his comatose state and open his damn eyes?

Then he heard his sister and Lincoln telling her that she needed go back to her room and rest since she still hadn't recovered, but his princess stubbornly refused and said that she was going to stay by his side.

"Bellamy came for me and refused to leave me behind despite the odds as well the fact that I wasn't worth it," Clarke argued to them. How he wished he could actually speak and tell her that she was worth it and more and nothing was going to change that, but reality was currently cruel as he was stuck listening instead. "I love him, which I refuse to abandon him, so please don't force me back. I just want to stay here, with him, even if he can't see or talk to me."

I love you too, Princess, Bellamy thought to himself. Octavia and Lincoln must have realized that nothing they said would change Clarke's mind, so they left shortly afterwards with promise that they would check in on them both later, which Clarke had no problem with apparently as she promised back that she wouldn't overexert herself. Bellamy actually wanted to laugh at her, because he knew that there was small chance she would follow through with that promise.

Anyways Clarke stayed and kept him company, talking to him despite his lack of response, and at one point during the conversation she released her frustration at him and swore that if he died on her now she would kill him when they met again in the afterlife. Though the thought of him dying and leaving behind Clarke and Octavia depressed him, he couldn't help find her frustrated outburst as cute and funny. He could only imagine how cute she looked while angry, not that he would ever tell her that since she would only get more pissed at him for saying such foolish things. Either way, he enjoyed her company immensely. Now the only thing left to do was actually wake up.

He didn't know how, when or what had suddenly changed, but after some time he began regaining his body function. His body and mind was suddenly connected again, not separated into two different stations, and he could finally feel his eyes open up. And the first thing he saw was the bright light of the room, which he squinted of before he turned his gaze at the beautiful blonde, who was leaning over and sleeping next to him while she kept a firm grip on his hand.

Bellamy smiled softly as he slowly moved his hand to brush Clarke's blonde locks away from her face. His action must have awoken her since moments later her eyes, still drowsy, opened and stared at him for a second without really comprehending what was going on. He chuckled over her confusion and said softly and slightly hoarse due to his dry throat, "Good sleep, Princess?"

Clarke blinked her eyes a few times before she said carefully, "Bellamy?" Once again he smiled and moved his hand up to her cheek to feel and caress her skin.

"I couldn't leave you behind," He tried to explain, but she wasn't listening and instead leaned in a kissed him with gentleness and passion and continued doing so like there was no tomorrow. Not that he was complaining or anything, because he really really enjoyed her kisses. Once they pulled back to catch their breaths, Clarke rested her forehead against his and whispered quietly, "I'm so glad that you are okay. I was afraid you would die and leave me alone."

"You wouldn't get rid of me without a fight," Bellamy smiled at her reassuringly. And then they fell into this comfortable space that was filled with hope and promise that everything was going to be okay.

It turns out that everything wasn't going okay at all. Once Clarke and Bellamy had recovered from their injuries and were strong enough to walk around, the first thing they noticed how much the camp had changed and it wasn't really for the better either. In their absence Octavia and Miller tried to maintain same order and routine the delinquents had lived by since they came here, however with the Ark and everyone involved in came here things weren't the same anymore.

The kids weren't independent and free to make their own decisions, since the adults came in and reasoned that children couldn't be held responsible and that they should allow them take over the important matters like living in the camp, chores and also how they were to be punished. Her mother as well as most of the other adults wanted to continue living the way they had lived on the Ark. However that suggestion didn't do well with Clarke, Bellamy or any of the other delinquents, which they told the adults over and over several times during the last couple of days.

"You sent us here to die, you can't expect us to fall back into old and dead habits just because you are here now!" Clarke exclaimed to her mother and adults. She and Bellamy had arranged a meeting after finally reaching the breaking point on their thin patience regarding the Arkians and the adults all together. However the meeting weren't going anywhere, since neither part would change their minds.

"We sent you don't here to live," Abby argued back, to which both she and Bellamy rolled their eyes. "And now that we are here, you don't have to worry about these sort of things anymore and you can return to being kids again."

Clarke rubbed her left temporal lobe, frustrated and tired that this meeting was absolutely going nowhere. Nothing was going to change and them fighting for the change wasn't going to happen or do them any good. After all they were only kids according to the adults anyway, kids who had to survive and live on an unknown planet and face all its dangers on their own. They couldn't forget everything that has happened and return back to who they used to be, because they were no longer those people.

In the end they didn't reach for any kind of agreement between the delinquents and the adults, which both Clarke and Bellamy had expected would happen. So they had decided between themselves that they and the delinquents who wanted to come would leave the camp and start over somewhere else. And that small, yet determined group of teenagers left that night, without anyone stopping them from going to the place where they belonged, somewhere they could call home.

.

.

.

Thanks again for the amazing response. I hope that you guys like the chapter, and hopefully didn't screw it up with the whole comatose state scene with both Bellamy and Clarke. News for you is that next chapter will be the last one, which will be an epilogue to finish this story.

So please please give me reviews, favorite and/or followings, and the next chapter will be released on Saturday or at least will be for me anyways. So stay tuned till then.

xXrebelgirl07Xx