The Adventures of Wells and Bells

[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy Blake Kane, sole son of Aurora and Vice Chancellor Marcus Kane was currently at one of the training sessions. He had moved up through the ranks rather quickly, obtaining a rather good position particularly for his age. He liked to think it was becaues of his hard work rather than any sort of favor his father would have granted him. Marcus wasn't bias. He would not give Bellamy any title if he didn't believe his son deserved. That was how Bellamy preferred to think of it, but it was not enough to silence the other guards like Shumway who had a bit too much to say on the matter.

Unfortunately, mocking toward him had been set to rest for the time being as they found a new victim: a new scapegoat. The Chancellor's son, Wells Jaha, had been training to be in the guard as well, a cadet right now. His father, the highest ranking official in this entire Ark . . . was someone that everyone knew. But not a person that everyone agreed with. Bellamy had watched and of course intervened as the others made a point of that.

Considering Marcus and Thelonious' friendship, Bellamy had known Wells since he was a boy -- or well, since they were both boys despite the age difference between them. He considered him a friend, at the very least, and so when the training ended for the day, and most had filtered out of the locker room, Bellamy remained, seeing his friend finishing up. "How did you find training today?" He asked wells, for the sake of not only making conversation, but to see how he young man was handling everything. He knew it wasn't fair; the actions of a father should not be weighed upon his son.

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Wells Jaha didn’t like to complain. It wasn’t in his nature. Ever since he was a boy his father had taught him to be the greatest he could be, and that any less would be disservice to the community and to himself. Pressure like that wasn’t easy to handle but…Wells didn’t like to complain. Now that he was finally old enough, he did what was expected of him and finally became a cadet. It was something he knew he would do since he was a child and he’d trained for it for as long as he could remember. So it was a little disappointing when he found that not everyone was as pleased with his new position as he was.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise. Being the chancellor’s son may came with few perks but it had many more pitfalls. His father enforced the laws which meant on occasion he had to order people’s executions. Wells knew it wasn’t an easy job and respected his father for handling the role, but not everyone felt the same. Some even took it out on Wells. He was used to it, ever since his father became chancellor Wells had had to adjust to the role too, and that meant taking the negative attitudes people had to his father’s choices.

That didn’t make it suck any less though, especially when he found that some of his fellow cadets and even their trainers thought it was fair to mock him and give him a hard time. He’d even been forced into a short physical altercation with one of the other cadets and he’d only just started here. It had been short because a guard he knew, a friend, had intervened. But a visible bruise was already forming on his face. Bellamy Blake Kane was probably the only other person on the ark that could maybe relate to what he was going through. Wells heard his familiar voice and turned away from his locker to see the young guard standing there. “It’s been…interesting,” he answered, his tongue unconsciously running over the cut on his lip. What could he say, the other cadet had a hell of a left hook. “Not exactly what I expected, but I’m adjusting.” After all, Wells Jaha didn’t like to complain.

[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

When Wells faced him, he could see the forming bruise on his face and the cut on his lip. He had a feeling that he wouldn't go to medical for it. It wasn't a serious injury, but it was going to keep swelling unless they did something about it. He answered his question by claiming that it was interesting, unexpected and he was adjusting to it. Bellamy knew all too well that feeling of others believing that they had gotten everything they did because of their father's position. That wasn't the case. Not for Bellamy. Not for Wells. They were here because they worked for it.

Neither of their father's would have allowed them to move in the ranks just because of their connections. But that, was something that others didn't understand. "Prove yourself through your work and skills," he told him. "You'll earn their respect." Because the other guard members weren't just going to give it. Bellamy had learned that when he was a cadet. Others believed that they had been given their spot . . . they had to prove to them that they earned it. Every damn bit. "Your dad is going to be pissed if he sees you like that." Angry at those who attacked his son. An understandable reaction, but he was assuming one that Wells would prefer not dealing with. "Why don't you come over. I'll give you a pack for your face." An icepack would at least lessen the swelling before it got to be too bad.

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Wells smiled when Bellamy offered his advice about earning their respect. He knew he couldn’t fool him, and the state of his face spoke for itself. Besides, Bellamy probably understood his situation better than anybody else. “It’s just the time until then that I have to worry about.” He didn’t want another fight to break out. “Getting my ass kicked isn’t something I’m looking forward to.” He’d held back last time, only defending himself rather than attacking the other cadet. He’d never excelled at attack techniques, always too afraid of causing too much harm to his opponent. The fight hadn’t been serious, this time. But if it happened again and his father got involved? Now that would be a damn nightmare. He could kiss goodbye to ever earning their respect.

"Your dad is going to be pissed if he sees you like that." Wells knew too well the truth of that. And if there was one thing that Wells didn’t want to see, it was that look on his father’s face. That look of concern, with a hint of disappointment. He’d seen it too many times. “That’s an understatement.” There was no way he would be known as the cadet who had to run to daddy to fight his battles for him. Bellamy was right, he just needed to show that he could hold his own. "Why don't you come over. I'll give you a pack for your face." Wells felt grateful he had at least one friend in the guard. “Thanks Bellamy, I’d appreciate that.” At least that way the swelling would go down, and he could better hide his current state from his father. “I’m afraid I’m going to be asking you to do this a lot.”

[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

That much was true. It was indeed possible for things to get worse before they got any better. No one wuold dare pick fights with the Chancellor's son outside of the arena; it was like this place justified any sparring. Which was why they took full advantage of it. "How about I teach you a few things," he offered. Bellamy was obviously older than Wells and thus, had gone through more training than him. But that didn't mean he could help him by offering skills that the new Cadets had not yet learned.

"Set aside an hour each day, I'll get you into shape," he told him a bit teasingly, gently hitting him on his upper arm in a playful manner. Bellamy knew that offering to fight his battles wouldn't help. But teaching him what he knew . . . that certainly could. Getting him to a higher skill level than the rest of the Cadets, that could certainly help him. Besides, Wells was more than capable of learning, otherwise Bellamy wouldn't have bothered making the offer. "Alright then, let's go," he urged, grabbing his back as he readied himself.

"You don't even have to ask," he assured him. Wells was like a little brother to him. They were in similar situations because of their father's position, and due to that, had a similar upbringing. "If you want to crash for the night, feel free. Just make sure you let your dad know before he tears the Ark apart looking for you," he said jokingly . . . though not entirely without truth. It was understandable after all, for a parent to worry about their child. Hell, even at Bellamy's age he knew his father would worry if he wasn't where he said he was . . . even though Bellamy no longer lived with his parents.

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At the offer, Wells perked up. Smiling at Bellamy’s tease about getting him into shape. “That would be great! You really mean that? Cause I could sure use all the help I can get.” With how hard the trainers were going to push him, he’d need to be ready. And he couldn’t think of a better way. “When do we start?” He asked with a smirk, but still with poorly hidden eagerness in his tone. Bellamy inspired him in the way an older brother would. Having known him for so long, Wells couldn’t help but look up to him and hope to become even half the guard he was. Combat was something he was good but not great at, puzzles and strategy had always been his strong suit. But under Bellamy’s leadership, he was sure he could change that. Maybe throw a punch next time instead of just taking them.

Wells followed Bellamy out of the locker room, a smile on his face. Maybe these years of training would be the worst years of his life as Wells had anticipated. Things were looking up. “I wish you were joking but,” he shrugged his shoulders, giving a short laugh. Wells knew only too well how protective his father could be. Certain Bellamy probably had similar feelings towards his own father. Yet another thing they had in common. “It’s not too bad is it?” He asked pointing at his face. In the locker room there had been mirrors but after the fight, the young Jaha dreaded to look in any of them too long. The numbness had somewhat subsided only to be replaced by a dull pain, and the taste of dried blood on his lips.

[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy returned the smile that Wells gave him upon his suggestion of taking him under his wing. They had grown up together, were practically brothers of heart. It was the least Bellamy could do to help the guy out. "As long as you're willing to put in the time and effort." Because he wasn't going to go easy on Wells. The major benefit Bellamy had over the younger male, was the fact that he had been training for years more than him. He could make Wells more advanced than the rest of the recruits his age . . . but it would take a lot of vigorous training. Though if Bellamy didn't think Wells was capable, he wouldn't even have suggested it. He knew he was. That he would put in what was required of him.

That was something that the both of them had in common: always pushing themselves. They had to. With the expectations placed upon them based on who their fathers are . . . there were high standards to meet. "Rest up tonight. We can start tomorrow, depending on how that face of yours feels." Wells injuries weren't a broken joint or anything, so he could still function. But Bellamy wasn't going to make the injury any worse. He gave a short chuckle at Wells stating that he wished he was joking.

But they both knew how overprotective the Chancellor was over his son. And rightfully so too. Bellamy turned his head to look at Jaha Junior when he asked if it really was that bad. "Hopefully the ice will help minimuze the swelling. If your dad asks, just say you were sparring with me and got hit." Bellamy wouldn't mind taking that blame, because accidents like that happened during training. It would prevent the Chancellor from finding out who had gotten in a fight with his son, and probably save Wells the trouble of having to explain it and then talk his dad out of it.