Screw Protocol

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Marcus Kane

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

TThey had made it back to the rover but still had a significant ways to go before they were back at Arkadia. Bellamy was sitting with Marcus, in a half laid back position while Monty and his mother were up front, and Pike was in the back ensuring that they were followed and able to take the necessary shots to bring down anyone who threatened them. Bellamy was just focusing on taking deep breaths from the pain of his wound. Roan had strategically stabbed him, enough to cause damage and severe blood loss . . . which Bellamy had only made worse through his attempt to follow him. The physical pain was however numbed by the internal pain over realizing his failure in saving Clarke. He had been so damn close, and he hadn't been able to bring her home. He hadn't been able to protect her. The thought was too unsettling for Bellamy to just sit here idly.

Tears of sweat from the wound and everything else, dripped from the tips of his damp locks, heavily swallowing as he let out a small sound of discomfort, in attempt to adjust his position. He had gone against the orders, but didn't care. He didn't even give a damn about his leg. Something that had been wrapped on it to apply some pressure and the rest Abby and Jackson would have to tend to. But that was all trivial. at the moment. While he knew he wouldn't be of any use dead . . . he still hated the fact that he had been unsuccessful. The thought that it could have been the last time he saw Clarke . . . no. He couldn't even imagine that. His jaw clenched in frustration, as he turned his head to look out the window, attempting to remain stoic but aware that he was crumbling. He had yelled out at Monty that they couldn't lose her . . . and had eyed Kane shortly after.

Marcus' expression had made Bellamy realize the need to sober his words, as he had said them more calmly afterwards. It wasn't disapproval he saw in the older male's eyes but it was Bellamy's realization that such outbursts, would not indicate he was in stable condition. And he needed to get back out there. He needed to find Clarke. So right now, all he could do was look out the window, withholding any expression of pain from his features . . .though it was feeling pretty damn impossible right now. He wasn't going to apologize for taking off and going against Kane's orders. And nor was he going to let it be a reason that disallowed him from going back out there. As soon as he got his leg treated, he was setting out to find Clarke. And this time, determined to bring her home.

[Marcus Kane]

A lot had happened int he past three months. Not only had their little camp become a city, but they had put down roots, and began growing the seeds of long term sustainability. They had a well, and farm lands. Homes rather then rooms. Families were growing without fear of being unfed, or not enough air. The people were growing as a whole--and Marcus held so much pride in what they had done. A year ago, he would not have believed this possible.

Seeing Monty with his mother, made Marcus think of his own. He wished she could have seen Earth, but grateful she had not seen the death of the first few months here. There was many that he would have spared this, but he was always torn between saving them and sparing them. Earth, now that they had reached peace, was everything he had never thought he would see. His mother would have loved it.

Thinking of mothers, made him think of Clarke and Abby. Marcus wasn't sure what he was going to tell Abby, but he knew he's had to tell her something. She was so eager for news of Clarke and this would break her heart. Apparently she wasn't the only one either. Marcus looked over at Bellamy, and watched him looking out the window. Moving to sit beside him, so they could talk in low voices without ruining Monty's time with his mother. "I do have one question," Marcus asked him, in a serious tone. "How did you manage to change clothes without four adults noticing you?" It was an attempt to get Bellamy talking, because Marcus could only imagine how seeing Clarke again affected Bellamy.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Marcus Kane

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Marcus' words broke the silence, though it wasn't entirely unwelcome. Silence forced Bellamy to get lost in his own thoughts that were far from joyful right now. Any topic to pull him into another conversation was one that he would embrace. Kane asked him how he managed to change clothes despite the company. The Blake's gaze still remained looking out the window, waiting only a few moments before he replied. "I should be the one asking you that," he answered simply. He had been quite, and sneaky . . . that he knew. But he was also aware that there was anothe very specific reason he was able to get out undetected. Bellamy's eyes went to the front seats, only able to see the side of Monty's head as he drove, with his mother in the passanger's seat. After looking at him for a few seconds, he averted his gaze back to looking out in front of him through the window.

"The topic of discussion distracted everyone." Meaning, the subject of Mount Weather. Monty explaining to his mother and Pike what they had to do. Bellamy had known then that the conversation was enough to completely engross everyone; Pike and Monty's mother for curiosity reasons, and Marcus and Monty because of the forced reliving of the traumatizing events as they replayed in their mind. Bellamy had been a part of it, because he had been taking advantage of the weight of it. That, was how he'd been able to sneak out. Not a moment sooner. "Helped me sneak out." A further elaboration of his . . . hardly elaborate plan. "Besides, it's not my first time." Taking the clothes of a dead man and putting them on himself. That feeling, was one he would never grow accustomed to . . . yet one he had done twice now in the past few months.