"Goodmorning beautiful." Bellamy said. He was standing at the entrance to our tent with a plate of assorted fruits and nuts for breakfast. The plate was made out of a piece of the drop ship.
"Goodmorning." I said as he sat down on the end of the bed and handed me the plate. There were cut apples, blackberries, and even some hazelnuts I think. I knew he must have been out most of the morning collecting and preparing the meal, but I had no idea why.
"What's the occasion?" I asked, figuring he wanted something.
"Do I need a reason to spoil my girlfriend?" He asked.
I rolled my eyes, "So you don't want anything from me?"
"I had the best night of my life last night, Clarke. Being yours, completely...what else could I ever need?" He said. I leaned over and planted a soft kiss on his lips before digging into my breakfast.
"So what's on the agenda for today?" I asked through mouthfuls of fruit. I'd never had anything so fresh before in my life.
"Well, I was thinking, since this used to be the day that Wells was killed and that we hung Murphy, and since that isn't going to happen, we could go on our early day trip." Bellamy suggested. It was a good idea, we needed those guns if we had any hope in surviving a grounder attack.
"Alright, I can be ready to go as soon as I'm done eating." I replied. Bellamy stood up and headed for the tent flap.
"I already got your pack ready to go. See you in a few babe." Bellamy said as he left me to enjoy my breakfast. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have someone like him. He was too good to me and I loved it.
After eating every last crumb from my plate, I grabbed my pack and joined Bellamy in the center of camp. Everyone was already hard at work for the day, but many were staring at me wide eyed.
"You two definitely had a fun night last night." Octavia teased. My face felt hot as everyone laughed and stared at me. I knew Bellamy and I had been loud, but I didn't know we were loud enough for the entire camp to hear.
"Best night of my life." Bellamy said again, kissing my forehead. Finn rolled his eyes and walked away from us.
"So where are you two off to today?" Miller asked.
"There's a supply bunker not too far from here. We are just going to go on a day trip and bring back some stuff to help out around here. There are guns, bullets, blankets, and even food there." I explained.
"Murphy said thank you for saving his life. I know it's hard to believe, Murphy actually thanking someone, but he wanted me to tell you." Octavia said. I smiled, happy that Murphy was feeling well enough to talk again.
"We will be back after dark tonight." Bellamy said as he pulled his sister in for a hug.
"Be safe, Bell." Octavia said.
"Always am, O." Bellamy replied, pulling away.
"You ready to go?" He asked me.
"I'm ready."
It didn't take us nearly as long to get to the bunker this time around compared to last time. Since we already knew where the hatch was, we got an extra hour back. I helped Bellamy pry it open and then followed him down the stairs. The bunker looked exactly the same. Bellamy headed straight for the barrels of guns and his face lit up like a christmas tree when he found them.
"God, so many memories." I gasped, as I walked through the bunker. I found my way to the practice shooting range and sighed, remembering how Bellamy taught me how to shoot.
"I remember being so flustered because you were so cute." Bellamy said as he came up from behind me.
"Do I still make you nervous?" I asked him.
"Always. You're so amazing and it's pretty intimidating." He answered, placing his hands gently on my waist. I leaned against him and stared at the 'x' drawn on the target.
"So are you, by the way." I said. Bellamy chuckled and planted a kiss on my head.
Suddenly, I felt him place something in my hands; it was a gun. Bellamy put one of his hands on the small of my back and the other on my forearm to help me steady the gun.
"Nice grip, Griffin. It's almost like you've shot a gun before." He teased, his breath hot against the side of my face. I desperately tried to stay focused on the "X" on the cloth but every time Bellamy breathed, I felt like my body was on fire.
"Now show me that you've still got it, princess." He said as he released me. My body instantly felt cold when he backed away. Having him touch me like that made me feel safe, but now I felt light headed.
Before my eyes, the target hanging from the ceiling changed. All of the colors blurred together until I saw Dante Wallace standing right in front of me. I was back inside of Mount Weather, holding a gun to him as I demanded for his son to let my people go.
"None of us has a choice here Clarke." He said desperately.
"You did! You could have let our people go. I didn't have a choice!" I screamed at the vision.
The gun fired, hitting him directly in the heart. I screamed at the top of my lungs, only snapping out of trance when I fell back into Bellamy's arms.
"CLARKE! CLARKE! You're okay! Breathe! I'm right here, I've got you." He begged. I dropped the gun onto the floor (thank God it didn't go off again) and turned around to cry into his shirt.
"It's okay, the nightmare is over." He whispered as he rocked me back and forth.
"Those weren't Hazelnuts this morning, were they?" I asked. I thought that I was fine, that I wasn't high on jobi nuts this time, but maybe I was wrong. How else would I have seen Dante Wallace?
"Shit, I didn't even realize what they were. God I'm so sorry Clarke." He said.
"You didn't eat any of them, did you?" I asked.
He shook his head, "No I didn't." and then he groaned, "God dammit I tried to do a nice thing for the girl I love and I managed to mess it up. I'm the shittiest boyfriend on the planet."
"Bellamy, stop it. You didn't know they were the hallucinogenic nuts. The good new is, you brought me back from the visions." I consoled him.
"Clarke, I know how bad the hallucination can get. You saw me the mess I was after I snapped out of mine and then killed Dax. You've come so far since Mount Weather and I'll never forgive myself if all of that progress is lost because of my stupidity." He said.
"We'll get through this, together. We always do." I said, leaning up to place a soft kiss on his lips. He kissed me back, wrapping his hands around my waist and lifting me up into his arms.
"Together." He whispered into the kiss, and I sighed, we were better together.
I hallucinated one more time that afternoon before we headed out of the bunker with the supplies on our backs. The hallucination was of when I killed Finn. Lexa was right about one thing, that would haunt me forever. Luckily, Bellamy was able to snap me back out of it again, but not before I tried to stab him with my flashlight.
We walked back quietly, I was still shaken up by the vivid images and Bellamy was still wracked with guilt over the breakfast that went wrong.
"Clarke." Bellamy whispered into the quiet night air. He stopped what he was doing and froze in place.
"Don't. Move." He whispered between clenched teeth. I froze in place but let my eyes wander to the trees. There were two grounders positioned with arrows pointed directly at us.
"Wait, this wasn't supposed to happen." I whispered back. He slowly reached for one of our new guns and I followed his lead to do the same.
"We went on the day trip early. We messed with history and the universe is not happy about it."
That was the last thing I heard him say before a club hit me in the back of my head. I hit the ground hard, landing on the side of my face. I fought with all of my strength to stay awake, but I was about to lose consciousness. Bellamy had gotten a hold of his gun and was shotting at the grounders, but there were too many of them for him to take on alone. I watched as he struggled to save us all alone. A grounder was sneaking up on him, holding a club with my blood on it. I tried to scream his name to warn him, but no words came out. The grounder hit him on the head and he fell down right beside me. His face was covered in blood and dirt, and I was afraid he wasn't breathing. His eyes fluttered open one more time and locked with mine. He could barely hold my gaze, but he stayed awake long enough to tell me to keep fighting to survive.
"Stay strong." He whispered. I didn't hear him say it because all I could hear was a loud ringing, but I could tell by the way his mouth moved that that was what he said. Just like that, he passed out again.
I rolled onto my back and saw three grounders looking down on me. The one in the middle was someone I could never forget, Anya. My eyes widened and I tried to say her name, but before I could, the grounder with the club hit me one more time, sending me into a deep sleep.