Lean On Me

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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ALL THE SCARS YOU HIDE

With the convience and effeciency of the vehicles, trips like the one they had just embarked on were far more productive. A team had gone to the wreckage and what was left of the factory station. They had been mapping the surrounding area to see if there was any chance of others surviving the crash, but they had come across no one. Instead, they looked through what was left of that station on the Ark, gathering things that could be of use to them.

Throughout the search, Bellamy had been brought a tablet of sorts. It was a little banged up but didn't look totally destroyed. It wasn't so much the item than the name put on it: Bartlett. Bellamy and Gena had been friends on the Ark and after Mount Weather . . . well, he had been spending more and more time with her. Enough that he wanted to be the one to give this to her, though he was unsure what it meant that her tablet was found in the wreckage among the factory station.

Once they gathered all they could, they loaded up the vehicles and then promptly returned back to camp. Once in the garage, people started to unload the supplies. Bellamy would have to brief the Chancellor later, though he had been keeping them updated via the radio. This outing had been uneventful, which wasn't uncommon ever since the ceasefire. Still. One never knew what could provoke the other side . . . apparently going to Mount Weather could be enough cause for a war.

But he was not going to dwell on that right now. He helped where he could before telling them to keep the items in a secure location. Unlike how Bellamy had handled things when they first arrived on Earth -- allowing everything to be a free for all -- such could not be the case here. When everything apppeared to be in order, Bellamy took the one belonging he knew the owner of and made his way to Gena's apartment. Holding the tablet in one hand, he knocked on her door, hoping he had caught her before he shift began.

[Gena Martin]

The brunette had been asked to work early that day, to help prepare with going out for the wreckage of factory station. Once that was done she took over a shift in the kitchen. Right now Arkadia was still flexible, which was why her shifts weren’t fully fixed. After the work was done, Gena made sure someone would cover for her in the bar in the evening. She intended to go there tonight as well, but for a different reason entirely. It had become a bit of a routine again for Bellamy to hang behind while she cleaned, even for him to help her as they talked about their days, about whatever came to their minds. With every passing days it resulted in her growing more and more fond of this time. Tonight she wanted to go there just to hang with Bellamy and talk to him, maybe even have a proper drink with him. 

Gena toed her shoes off once she was in her room and made her way over to the bed / couch. She usually only had pillows on the bed to turn it into a couch, but for now she didn’t bother taking them down. She just lay down for a nap, covering herself with a blanket. There was no telling for Gena how long she slept. It was not the alarm she set that woke her, but a gentle, but firm knock at her door, one that only one person so far managed. Gena walked to the door, her hair a mess of untamed curls, her eyes small from just having woken, a small yawn escaped her, before she grinned, seeing that it was indeed Bellamy. What a sight to wake up to.

“Hey there, sexy.” She greeted, hoping to get a little reaction out of him. Gena then moved forward to wrap her arms around him in a quick hug. “Want to come in? Or is something the matter?”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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ALL THE SCARS YOU HIDE

The moment Bellamy saw Gena revealed on the other side, he knew he had woken her up. The amount he'd gotten to know her -- the privelege he was given too -- made him all too aware of that. Her greeting however brought forth a small smirk at the complimentary words. "Sorry for waking you." He didn't need to ask if he had. He could already tell. Though he couldn't deny how adorable she looked with the bed head. Part of him wanted to curl up right there with her and just hold her in his arms. When she put her arms around him, he instantly returned the gesture, only slightly hindered by the fact that he was holding the clothed tablet.

The sensation of holding her, and being held by her, never failed to warm his heart. It was amazing, how a single person could always have that affect on him. "If you're awake enough for some company," he told her teasingly when she asked if he wanted to come in. Reluctantly, he lowered his arms from being wrapped around her, and once he stepped inside, he closed the door behind him. This was something he wanted to give her in privacy.

He realized then that he had just been looking at her, as if entering a trance, soaking in every flawless feature that was so damn beautiful it always took his breath away. Smitten. More than smitte, really. But he knew it well enough that he had fallen hard for her. Finally breaking out of whatever hypnosis he had entered upon just taking in her sight, he raised his hand to reveal the electronic that was wrapped in a white cloth. "Found this in the wreckage of the Factory station," he began to explain. Her surname was on it, so there was no question about who the rightful owner was -- at least now.

[Gena Martin]

“Don’t worry.” It wasn’t like he had come there in the middle of the night when normal people wouldn’t be awake. He couldn’t have known she managed to catch a bit of rest, so Gena wouldn’t be mad at him for that. Besides he was someone she was really happy to be around. They’ve been friends for so long. Spending time with Bellamy was easy and she loved it. It was so easy that she didn’t mind him seeing her with her head ruffled and messy from sleeping or any other way that other women might have felt bad about. Not around Bellamy, not ever around him, because he would never use it against anyone. “I’m always awake enough for your company. Even when I’m sleeping. You know that.” Usually he did. Gena had fallen asleep on him before and he had made sure she was comfortable and stayed. So she was always awake enough for his company. “Are you awake?” She asked him. For a moment he seemed to just stare at her. Maybe something was off about her clothing. Had her shirt ridden up? No. 

But he was there for a purpose, she saw that the moment he held out the thing for her. From the wreckage of Factory station. Gena remained unmoving for a moment, trying to steal herself for what it could mean. She wasn’t usually there even though she worked there. It could be an object she left in the canteen and he recognized. But as she took it, she had an idea what it was. The shape alone. “Thank you.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. As she unwrapped it, Gena found her mothers tablet. She managed to hold up the smiling façade for a moment longer, until the pain registered with her. Her mom was really on factory. She was really among the dead. It hurt. Her stomach twisted, her lip began to quiver as her eyes stung with the tears that started to well up. “It was moms.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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ALL THE SCARS YOU HIDE

He felt reassured to hear that, though based on her past actions . . . he supposed he was already well aware of it. He never felt unwelcome around her. It was partly why seeing her was often the highlight of his day. Just being able to be around such good company . . . though he also knew it was far more than that. She asked if he was awake, and he just smiled in response at her teasing words. It was difficult to explain, since Bellamy had never really had to verbally articulate himself under these kinds of circumstances. As this was indeed the first time he'd felt this way about a woman. When she took the tablet, he watched her intently. He could see something shift, before it became more obvious and tears welled in her eyes.

He still didn't say anything, just watched her, knowing that whatever thoughts were going on in her head . . . brought tears to her eyes and her smile to falter. It was her final words that explained everything. It was her mothers. They had found no other survivors from Factory which meant . . . damn it. It meant that her mother had been among them. Unless others received confirmation, there was the hope that their loved ones were still alive. And right now, Gena had the confirmation that her mother was not. Bellamy felt his heart ache for her, knowing the loss of a mother all too well. He wished with all his might that he could absolve her of having to endure such pain. "Hey," he said in a low, gentle voice -- a tone he didn't often use with the exception of her. His hand went to chin to tilt her head up a little so that she could look at him, gently cupping it.

"I'm sorry." For her loss. There was no point giving false hope, saying that maybe they could go back there and look for her. No one else had survived, and he absolutely hated that Gena was going through this right now. While he wasn't often an initiator of hugs, she always proved to be the exception. For this time, he reached forward, pulling her into his arms in an attempt to comfort her, wrapping himself securely around her. Unsure how long he remained in this position he drew his head back to look at her, his arms still holding her. "Do you want to talk about it?" He knew that with some, talking was easier. With others, they preferred not to. He had always been among the latter but with her . . . Bellamy had opened himself up more than he'd thought capable. "We can see if it works," he offered, trying to use his judgment and of what he knew about her to see how best to proceeed. Hopefully, he was not wrong.

[Gena Martin]

Warm wet tears found their way over her cheeks. It wasn’t many, it wasn’t like she began to sob, but those few tears were already troubling to her. She had known that nobody survived the crash, apart from this one girl that Bellamy himself rescued. Without Bellamy there wouldn’t have been any survivors at all, without his search party not even this girl would have survived. Without him others would be dead as well now. Gena let him tilt her head up. She looked into his eyes, well aware that he had not seen her like this before. Her father had been dead before she met him and she had tried to be there for him as through what he had been through, on the Ark, now here. He had needed her to be strong and now she wasn’t. But looking into his eyes, she knew it was okay. Hearing him say his condolences, she knew it was okay. It was okay. She could fall apart just this once, even if it was just this little. 

Gena fisted her hand in his shirt as he pulled her into a hug. The tablet was clutched against her stomach as she leaned against him, head on his shoulder. The safety of his arms, his gentle voice, his understanding, it broke the last dams she had upheld. She started to really cry, probably getting his shirt all wet in the process, but then and there, it was what she needed. She needed to cry this once, in the safety of Bellamys presence, because out there, Gena needed to remain bright and collected and logical and a strong, because someone needed to be that around the hangar.

Slowly the tears dried and Gena could let go of his shirt. They let go a little, still holding each other even as he asked her if she wanted to talk about it. There was not much to say. Still he deserved it and there was no point in not talking about it. “We originally both wanted to stay on factory. But Mom insisted that we don’t stay on the same station when the Ark comes down, so she made me go to Mecha.” Without her mother Gena would be dead now, too. “And people on Mecha survived, people on factory didn’t. I hope it was fast at least.” Painless. She just wished for that. At least she didn’t have to suffer, hopefully. Moving the tablet a bit, she nodded. Bellamy seemed to know exactly what she needed. This was perhaps the only thing that was left of her mother. Farm station hadn’t been found, none of her things have been found, but her moms tablet, this was the most she had of up there, the only thing actually. Gena slowly let go of him, missing the warmth and safety immediately. The brunette hooked it up to a plug by the couch. Sitting down, she patted the spot next to her as she waited if the tablet would come to life. 

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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ALL THE SCARS YOU HIDE

Bellamy wished he had the power to dry her tears; that he could somehow miraculously bring back her mother. None of them had been given the opportunity to properly mourn the others . . . until now. There was always so much happening, so many surrounding threats. It was now that everything was truly registering. It was now that people were truly realizing just who all they had lost. And with that pain, came Gena's confirmation that her mother was dead. He hated that she was going through the loss of her family. He knew that it was to lose a mother, and it was not a pain he wanted her to experience. But, he had no control over it.

She had shouldered so much because of him, that now . . . the very least he could do was silently encourage her to let it out. She didn't need walls around him, because she had made his own crumble. So he just held her closely, his hand going to the back of her head in a gentle caress; an embrace saved for those whom he deeply cared about. When she ready, she slowly pulled from the hug, explaining that her mother had instructed them to go on separate stations. It was logically sound. He hoped to hell she didn't blame herself for it. Having a death on one's conscience was never easy . . . especially that of a mother. It wasn't her fault. Nothing of what happened with the Ark coming down was their fault. Bellamy continued to gently brush away her tears as she spoke; explained.


"From what we could tell, it was." Her mother didn't suffer. Bellamy still had no idea how Mel had survived that crash, for he knew by the corpses and wreckage . . . it had been a swift death for many of them. When she moved toward the couch to plug in the tablet, Bellamy took his position next to her. He moved one arm to wrap around her, holding her closely against him. "If it doesn't work we can get someone to look at it." Probably Raven. She was not only exceptionally skilled in this field, but she was also someone they both knew. "What was her name?" Bellamy asked, wanting to know more about the woman who had gifted the world with someone was wonderful as Gena Bartlett.

[Gena Martin]

At least it was fast. At least it was hopefully relatively painless and if it wasn’t painless, then maybe fast enough, that it didn’t linger and she didn’t suffer. Maybe it was a kinder death than others, even though a lot of people had died in the crash. Gena let herself melt into Bellamys side, letting him move her to him, hold her as she stared at the tablet. A little light came to life. A light indicating that it was actually charging. The damn thing was alive! The people weren’t, but this piece of electronics, which was basically a piece of crap compared to others, was stable enough to survive. Her moms tablet survived the crash and with it at least some memories.

“It works.” Gena whispered against Bellamys shoulder. She didn’t know what she was feeling. There was some form of relief that she didn’t have to be without memories, but at the same time that wouldn’t bring back her mother. Her mom was gone for good, but Bellamy didn’t let her go, he wouldn’t leave her alone in her grief and that was a comfort for her. She could lean on him now and she needed it. She needed his support in this. “Her name was Alice.” Gena whispered. She knew what he attempted, she herself had done it often, with him. Bringing up something good, instead of lingering on the bad. Gena snuggled closer as she pressed the button to bring the tablet to life. It booted. 

Gena gasped as she saw the picture her mother had as a background. It was not the Ark insignia; she changed it to a picture Gena didn’t even know existed. It was a picture in the canteen on Factory, where Gena used to work. She was on it, but not alone. “Oh my god.” It was a whisper full of wonder. Gena tilted the tablet so Bellamy could see. In the picture Genas feet weren’t connected to the floor, because someone was just lifting her up. She was smiling so bright, Gena was convinced she was actually laughing. The man lifting her up was Bellamy, grinning just as brightly, probably laughing himself. He was wearing his janitor uniform. If she remembered correctly he was lifting her onto the bar after tickling her, as she had complained of her feet aching after a double shift. She had no idea her mother ever came in after Genas work. “That was when I had a double shift. She probably came in to check on me… and left without a word after taking this picture… Mom had a picture of us… We were her background.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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ALL THE SCARS YOU HIDE

Bellamy gave a slight smile at her name. Alice. Alice Bartlett. He held her closer as she settled more against him, the two of them watching as the tablet came to life. The first thing they saw elicited a reaction from them both. Bellamy felt surprise as the first emotion but then a smile started to form on his lips as he just looked at the picture. It had been during a difficult time of losing his mother and sister all at once -- never expecting to see them again.

It was also one of the few times he was smiling; it wasn't a big smile from him, but it was there. A touch of it. It was hard not to considering how she had managed to help ease his burdened mind. Just like she did now. It was also clear from Gena's reaction that she didn't know her mother had taken that picture. Neither of them had. She vocalized the sentiment of this picture and he couldn't help but smile at it. A small, soft but sincere smile as the gazed at the picture. A perfect capture of them just gazing at each other; engaging in one of those more rare playful moments on the Ark. "It's like she knew." Knew that there was something between them. Bellamy had felt it but could never act on it. Not in the headspace he was in at the time.

But down here, after Mount Weather . . . he had embraced the bond they had and they had taken it to another level. He turned his head to kiss her temple in a lingering embrace, before leaning his head against hers once more. "Guess this is her way of saying she approved," he said on a lighter note. Though he imagined that had her mother truly known him, she may not have wanted her daughter to be with someone like him. Such deep rooted insecurities though were ones Bellamy never spoke of. He was happy with Gena and that was what he wished to focus on. "You were always able to make me smile." The words held a strength to them; an impact. Smiling for him was not an easy expression . . . yet Gena always managed to do so. She captured his heart, and this was his way of telling her how happy she made him. If it counted for anything at all.

[Gena Martin]

“She would have.” Gena whispered. Alice would have approved of Bellamy, Gena was sure of it. Her mother would have liked him and started to care for him. Had her mother survived the Arks crash, she would have approved of them getting close. She would have probably fussed about him, tried to help him as much as Gena had tried. “She would have declared you family in no time, Bellamy. She would adopted you right into the family.” But her mom was gone. And now the only person to adopt Bellamy into the family was Gena, because really, he was the closest thing to a family she had left. Leaning against him, head against his head, body pressed against him, he provided her with warmth and security and love. Without him this would be so much harder. 

“You too, Bellamy. You always make me smile. You… you make me feel safe cared for.” Because that was what he did. He cared for people, he loved people with such a deep and pure love. He gave so much and wanted so little, which was why she wanted to give him everything he deserved – and everything he didn’t think he deserved. Gena turned to kiss his cheek. “You’re family.” He was. He was the only family she had at the moment. Raven following into those ranks closely. Soon she would probably consider her family as well, but Bell… Bell was her family. Since the Ark and then he left. But she understood now. It was about Octavia. He had to protect his sister. How could she not understand? And three words almost escaped her then, but it was not the time.

Gena continued moved to another picture. It was her in a messy bun, smirking as she was covered in dirt from work. It was a cute picture. If those were the most recent, she could go back to the end, maybe she had pictures of Gena as a kid or of her dad. She skimmed through them, stopping at one of her, with little pigtails sitting at a table, clutching a doll and looking at the camera curiously. Her Dad stood behind her, grinning as he was undoing his apron from work.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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ALL THE SCARS YOU HIDE

To hear Gena say that her mother would have approved of him . . . it meant the world to him. He knew he was undeserving of Gena. He had done so much . . . too much to ever make him worthy of her. And yet, she had chosen to be with him. To stay with him. And now, she was telling him that her mother would have approved. Words could not fully express just how much that meant to him. It nearly left him speechless. "I would have been honored." To know her. To be accepted into her family. He paused for a moment, thinking over his next words carefully before saying them. "My mom would have loved you." He meant it. He had never said this to another; Gena was the first for a reason. His mother would have adored her too. She would have loved her strength. Her intelligence. Her warmth.

Every single thing about her as it was practically impossible to find any fault with Gena Martin. She was also teh first person that he was able to actually open up with about his mother. He wanted her to know that Aurora would have been just as willing to accept her into their family. He felt his heart swell with her next words, saying that she felt safe and cared for with him. Once again, it meant so much to him, the sentiment behind the words. "Likewise." He felt safe with her. He felt cared for. He felt . . . happy. All things that had been otherwise impossible; seemingly impossible. Gena had made it possible though. She had made it his current reality.

"You're my family too." His family of heart. The family he had chosen rather than the one he was born into. His family of heart. He looked at the next picture of her, a smile forming on his lips as he saw her. "Cute," he complimented, to say the very least. "That much hasn't changed," he said playfully, kissing the side of her head a bit before turning back to look at the screen. She was always gorgeous; a beauty that radiated outside of her as well as existed within her. The picture of her as a child -- and who he was assuming to be her father -- made his smile widen. "Also cute," he said almost teasingly. "Is that your dad?" He inquired, wanting to learn more about her family if she was willing to tell him about it.

[Gena Martin]

It meant the world to her, how Bellamy said his mother would have liked, no loved her. She would have wanted to be liked by his mother. She was such an important part of his life. She was his mother, together with his sister the center of existence for the most of their life. She was allowed in there now, so she wanted to be okay for the two most important women of his life. So it meant the world that he thought his mother would have loved her. They would eventually find out if Octavia approved of her as well, though a big part of her thought it was probably impossible. She liked her, but Octavia was headstrong, maybe Gena was too soft for her or something else.

He was by now her only family here, though it might extend to Octavia, to Raven, too, but given their closeness, Bellamy was currently the closest thing to family she had and she was glad to have him. She was proud of him and at the same time. He took care of people here and rarely of himself. She was glad he usually let her take care of him, even though reluctantly sometimes. Gena was happy to see him react to the pictures. He seemed to be as fascinated as she felt and especially as he saw her Dad. Had she ever told him what happened with him? But even then, this was not the time. She was sad enough, she didn’t have to remind herself of that. “Yeah. My Dad, who usually wore an apron.” And she loved it. As a kid she stored toys in there when she was home, like a kangaroo. She loved this thing. Gena moved on. She didn’t know the woman on the picture, but she knew the dress on there. And given how needles were stuck into a bracelet on the womans arm, she guessed this was the woman who made it. “It was my favorite dress. I wore this so often. The fabric used to belong to my grandmother.” They made a dress out of her grandmothers apron. The dress was lost in the crash, sadly. Once she wanted to give it to her own child. “I think that was the seamstress who made it.”

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