Caramel and Chocolate

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: cherry2

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THE HELL WE WANT

It had been some time after Mount Weather. A couple of weeks to be exact. Bellamy had dived into doing whatever he could to keep himself distracted. They were fortifying at camp, settling, preparing their home for the winter. The tents were obsolete, as there was plenty of space within the sections of the Ark that had made it. It was all Bellamy could do to move forward. Haunted by his past actions, and for the fact that the one person who he thought he could depend on . . . had left.

Everything hurt. But he kept it inside. The unwavering stoic appearance. He had the others to concern himself with, for his need to protect them had not subsided. Even if it was protecting them from the harsh winter season that would soon be upon them, or from starvation. Whatever he could do, he would. And did. His feelings were set aside for the betterment of the camp so that he could properly function.

Right now, that functioning involved scouting. Tensions with the Grounders still existed, but not the point of war. Bellamy still did not trust the very notion of them being safe. They still had to survive. They had fought for their home and they earned that right, but he knew that fighting for maintaining it was not a far fetched thought. He had separated from a couple of the other guards, able to handle himself.

Besides, they were within range should anything appear. It was the snapping of a branch that caused Bellamy to withdraw his weapon and aim it in the direction he heard it come from. His finger was on the trigger, ready to fire at whatever threat lurked around. His eyes cautiously looked around him, as he carefully took a step forward, ensuring not to make any sound. A rustling of leaves made his already raised guard remain. He took a deep breath, hearing the source inching closer and closer, and Bellamy was ready to fire once it made itself known. Once it dared to show itself.

[cherry2]

Wells would do almost anything for his father. He’d even die for him. But the man blindly following the City of Light, on blind faith was not his father. He’d lost his mind, and it was costing people’s lives, good people. Wells tried to see it his way, he really did but after losing their supplies, the journey no longer became about finding a better place for their people to settle. It was a suicide mission. A fool’s errand. And Wells was no fool. His father meant everything to him, but he couldn’t follow blindly as they searched for an imaginary promised land. He did everything he could to convince his father to come back with him, but to no avail. He was too far gone into his delusion that nothing Wells could say would convince him to return. And so after desperately pleading, he left. It was one of the hardest decisions he’d ever had to make. But he had to be his own man….his father taught him that.

Wells still wasn’t sure if he would grow to regret that decision or not, but he tried not to think about it. Maybe his father would find this Promised Land, and return to them, to him. He knew it was foolish optimism, but he needed that hope. Otherwise he’d have to face the fact that he had just left his father to die in the desert.

He took care in every step he made on his way back to camp. Any mistake that could draw attention to him could mean certain death. There were grounders around after all, and he was all too aware of what they could do if they found him. Wells heaved a heavy sigh of relief when he heard the faint sounds of the camp up ahead, and started to pick up the pace. Almost tripping over a branch, Wells stopped dead in his tracks. He saw the gun before he saw the man, and instinctively raised his hands. “Don’t shoot! I’m Wells, Wells Jaha!” He quickly made himself known, rushing out the words, which could very well be his last.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: cherry2

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy heard the voice before seeing the source. And the person was smart enough to immediately identify himself. When he did, it made sense as to why that person was intelligent. Wells Jaha. Seconds after, was when he came into clear view, causing Bellamy to slowly lower the gun, as the man wasn't a threat. Though it was the surprise of seeing him that had briefly stifled the older Blake sibling. He hadn't expected to see Wells again . . . at least not for a very long time.

He had been one of the few that had escaped the clutches of the Mountain Men, and one of the group who had gone with Thelonious -- which was understandable considering it was his father and all. But here he was now, seemingly alone, unless the others were trailing behind. Or unless they were all dead. Bellamy and Wells had their fair share of tension in the past, but that didn't matter anymore. They had moved on from it. There were far more pressing concerns.

And they were both very different people now. The ground had forced them to be. "Are you alone?" Bellamy questioned, his protective instinct needing him to inquire about the others he had initially traveled with. Even Murphy was among them, but Bellamy didn't see him now. "What happened?" Something had to have happened for him to return without his father or anyone else. He was now standing in front of Wells, the man looking worn out, undoubtedly from his journey. It was enough to make Bellamy hand the younger male his water pack so that he could have a drink.

[cherry2]

Wells felt immense relief as he recognised Bellamy behind the gun. Not a feeling he’d often associate with the older man. They weren’t always exactly friends, and they certainly didn’t start out that way. But with everything they’d been through since being sent to the ground, Wells definitely respected him. They were two of the few people left alive from that first ship, and that meant they shared those experiences. They understood each other and what they had done to survive up to this point. "Are you alone?" Wells lowered his hands and took a step forward no longer in fear of being shot and killed. “Yes. It’s…” He looked behind him for a moment. “It’s just me.”

Wells eagerly took the water pack from Bellamy and downed it in one go. He hadn’t realised how thirsty he’d been until he saw it. It made him aware of all the other physical pains he was enduring as a result of the long trek back to camp. From the blisters and leg cramps to the deep hunger pains. “We were robbed of our supplies,” he began, holding the now empty pack down by his side. “In the middle of the desert, there was no way we could survive. Not without food or water. We had to turn back, I begged him to turn back.” His eyes were haunted now, exhaustion lining his features. “I did everything I could to convince him, but he wouldn’t listen.” Wells was looking at Bellamy, but he no longer saw him. Only the betrayal in his father’s eyes. The last expression he’d probably ever see on his face. “The other’s stayed with him, but I couldn’t. It was a suicide mission. He’d lost his mind.” That City of Light would be the death of him. “I swear I tried, Bellamy. I tried.” He said, his voice pleading and desperate.

[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

Wells confirmed that he was the only one before explaining what happened . . . which included getting robbed, going through the desert, and then following a mad man. Bellamy wasn't going to call Thelonious that in front of his son. Hell if anyone said something against his family member Bellamy would kick their ass. Besides, it wasn't what was important right now. He could see the emotion in Wells' eyes; the heartbreak over leaving his father.

"You did what was best." The older male had no idea if the words were at all comforting, but he said them in the event that they would be. Everyone knew Jaha had practically lost his mind. Even Sinclair and the others had come back from the journey before it truly began. "There's nothing you could have said to him. His mind was made up." Or what was left of his mind. It was indeed a suicide mission. But Bellamy didn't vocalize his agreement.

He figured it was better coming from the son rather than himself. Bellamy only wished that the others had seen that too so that they didn't get killed in the process. "Come on. Let's get back to camp," he told him as he turned toward the direction of it. Wells would look like he'd need an IV at the very least. After a few moments of silence, Bellamy spoke up again. "How many?" How many had they lost. Out of those who left with Jaha . . . how many were left. Because Bellamy sure as hell was certain not all of them survived.

[cherry2]

Bellamy’s words did little to ease the young Jaha’s mind. He feared there were no words that could end the guilt he would probably feel for the rest of his life. It was something he would just have to live with. He followed Bellamy towards the camp more blindly than usual, not really thinking about the direction they were walking in. His legs were numb and past the point of pain, where all he could think about was his need for rest. It was a helpful distraction from his other thoughts at least. He feared his life would be full of distractions for the coming months, maybe longer. It would be the only way he could deal with all this.

"How many?" Wells stopped dead in his tracks. Closing his eyes at the memories. The pain was fresh but he knew that perhaps there was one person that could help him. Soothe his pain at least. She was always good at that. Taking a step forward and carrying on, he ignored Bellamy’s question. “I have to find Clarke.” There, that was something he could pour his concentration into. Something he could look forward too. “Is she okay?” The last time he saw her, he was hugging her goodbye as they went their separate ways. Him ready to follow his father to the ends of the Earth to find a safe haven for their people. And her ready to get their people out of Mount Weather. He needed to make sure she was safe. “Did you succeed?” He said, referencing their mission.

[Bellamy Blake]

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THE HELL WE WANT

He didn't answer his question with words, but Bellamy could see it in his expression. He knew that look all too well. That, in addition to the fact that he came by himself . . . Bellamy was willing to guess that there weren't many others who had survived. Wells next question however, was a source of Bellamy's own pain. He forced it back though, having grown used to living with it; to steeling his emotions and keeping himself guarded. Clarke was not an easy subject for him to talk about. He had given up his soul so that she would not have to shoulder the burden alone . . . and in turn, left him to do so.

The hurt and resentment plagued his heart. But he had to set it aside; for the betterment of the camp. He realized that too much silence had gone by, and that could be telling enough. "She's not here." In their experience, that often meant that the person was dead. So Bellamy had to clarify. Although, she very well could be. And yet, the older male doubted it. Clarke was a fighter. A survivor. Even if she chose to do so without them. "She left." His voice was blunt, as he continued to suppress his emotion from his tone. He feared it would be one extreme or the other; too emotional or unemotional. He went with the latter for the time being.

The conversation went from difficult to more difficult. He couldn't blame Wells though. His questions were valid ones. Legitimate inquiries. And yet, hard for Bellamy to answer considering what he did. Success. What was success? "We did." They had won, even if it didn't feel like a victory. "Our people are safe." For now. This was the longest interval of peace they had been given, due to the ceasefire. But Bellamy wasn't naive enough to believe it would last forever. "How far did you all go?" He figured that was a safe topic, somewhat. But it was also due to the necessity to know just how far they ventured through the tterrain.