We Hold Each Other

[Gena Martin]

Bellamy Blake

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The Arkers were mostly numb after Mount Weather got destroyed. But a hopeful or desperate set of people, including Jackson and delinquents, had made their way to Raven and Sinclair. After assessing the minimal damage the two of them sustained, two kids stayed with Raven, trying to offer comfort to her, four guards stayed back with the Rover in case more equipment was needed and of course in case of an attack. The rest of them made their ways into the ruins. They were looking for some hope in a dark time, for something to cling to. Maybe someone survived. 

When Gena came to again, she heard things she couldn’t place. She saw shadows around her. Someone touched her. A grounder? What even happened? The pain intensified, almost exploded in her abdomen. Gena tried to scream, but only a strangled moan escaped her. She needed to get away. They had to be Grounders. She didn’t want more. The others… She tried to reach out, but her hand fell limply to her side again. The only effect it had was for her breathing to become more labored, faster. Someone put something on her face and suddenly she didn’t breathe deeper, but what she breathed in felt a lot cleaner. 

From then on Gena felt every painful movement. But she didn’t hear, couldn’t make out face. She was scared and in pain. She wished to pass out again. Passing out meant no pain. The Arkers, Jackson mainly, tried to treat her, to stabilize her as best as they could. An oxygen mask helped her to breathe, one was pressing down on the bleeding wound, another was keeping track of her pulse as Jackson struggles to make her transportable. He did it eventually and radioed up. “Get the rover ready! We have a survivor. She’s in really bad shape!” Gena didn’t register with all of that. Silent tears were running down her face as they brought her onto a stretcher and carried her back up through the debris back to the surface.

Gena whimpered. She could only make out shadows, but out here all she saw was a light that was too bright and no way for her to turn away. Why couldn’t she pass out? Why couldn’t they give her something? Did they not realize? 

As they carried her towards the rover, Jackson called out to the people standing by. “Call Arkadia! She lost a lot of blood, they need donors to stand by!”

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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THE HELL WE WANT

Pike wanted to go to Mount Weather to see it for himself. To see the damage. Bellamy decided to go with him. The younger male was in a perpetual state of numbness over the past few events. Discovering Echo's betrayal, finding out about the bomb, and then Clarke rejecting him yet again. It was all too much, and he didn't know how to handle each event. He could only detach himself from it, long enough to get back and home and then allow himself the solitude to mourn. Mourn the relationships he's lost, the woman he lost . . . and all those innocents that fell victim to an evil ploy. A ploy that Bellamy had been a pawn in, and fallen for. One thing at a time he had to tell himself. Pike -- like Bellamy -- was displeased with the agreement that Kane, Abby and Clarke had made; committiing their people to a commander who left them for dead. It was why Bellamy couldn't stand to be around the others right now.

He didn't blame all the Grounders of course, but nor could he mingle among those who had made this truce. That was partly it. The other, was what he had done . . . the added blood to his conscience. These had been the people Pike fought to protect, and they were gone. He could see it in the man's face; it was the same way Bellamy felt every time he had lost a delinquent. Every time their people died. The ride to Mount Weather was silent, both men lost in contemplating. It wasn't until their radio went off that their attentions were pulled into the present, rather than lingering in the devestation recent events had brought upon them. A survivor. There was hope. And yet, hope was an all too dangerous thing to have. Bellamy still felt in denial about Gena's death . . . and hearing that someone, a female survived . . . no. It would be too good to be true.

Bellamy would have radioed back but they were just pulling in to see Jackson and a few others carrying someone. Bellamy leaped out of the jeep, once again ignoring whatever trivial pain was in his leg. He almost froze when he saw the sight before him. A burst of hope exploded within him . . . for he could now see it. "Oh my god," he breathed as he hurried toward her. He rushed alongside her, moving with the small crowd. Instantly, he could see that this was not from any explosion. "Gena? Gena, can you hear me?" He asked, taking her hand in hers for even if she couldn't see him or respond, he wanted her to know that he was here. "What the hell happened?" He asked, looking up at Jackson while clutching Gena's hand . . . afraid that if he let her go, he would lose her. With that trepidation, he moved inside the jeep with her, giving a nod to Pike who immediately understood. Hope. There was hope. And Bellamy prayed that it was not in vain.

[Gena Martin]

There was warmth, something she knew. Her hand. It felt like when he held her hand. He was here? He was back? The summit? But no. Maybe it was a dream? Maybe it was a wonderful apparition before she died. Gena struggled to focus on the shadow that appeared. The shadow was familiar. She couldn’t see it properly, but the familiarity began with the hand in hers, with the buzzing sound, with the shadow. Bellamy. It had to be Bellamy. He was here or her mind conjured him up. Either way she was glad to feel his hand in hers. She squeezed his hand. It was weak, barely there, but the best she could do, for she couldn’t speak. She whimpered again, no words forming, but it was, again, the best she could do. 

Jackson meanwhile replied to Bellamy. “The room she was in didn’t collapse. It barely had any damage. Those wounds were inflicted by a knife, I would say. She needs to go back to Arkadia immediately. Is Abby back?” Sinclair spoke from close by. “The Grounder. She warned us of him. He used a dagger.” The man explained to Bellamys question. He had seen the dagger himself. He would have almost been a victim. But now was not the time for that. He wanted to put Bellamys mind at ease. “We have no time. The way I see it, it’s a miracle she survived, but if we want to keep her that way, we have to get her back NOW.” 

Genas heavy eyes focused on Bellamy until they placed her in the Rover. The movement was too much for her. She gasped and then blissful numbness overtook her again as she passed out again. Nobody stopped them on the way to Arkadia. The people cleared the way, recognizing the urgency. 

Her body felt heavy, unnaturally heavy, like something heavy lay on her. There was noise around her. Beeping. Gena slowly forced her eyes open. This time she just needed to blink to see better. But her throat felt dry, like she hadn’t had a bit of water in, well, days. Looking around the first person she saw brought relief to her. He was really here. He was safe! He came back safe. No stupid heroics. “You… listened. You… you’re in…one…piece.” That was good. She was worried for him in Polis. And maybe thinking about that was easier than to even try to think about why she was there. “Did you… stop the assassin?”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy listened to Jackson and Sinclair answer his question regarding what happened to Gena. She had been stabbed, by the Grounder. The assassin that Echo had spoke about was here, not in Polis. But Bellamy could not focus on anything else right now apart from Gena. It was a miracle she had survived. A miracle. For once, a miracle considering all the other shit that happened in this world. He'd almost lost her. He could still lose her. The thought terrified him, and caused him to gently squeeze her hand.

"She should be," Bellamy confirmed in response to whether Abby was back in Arkadia. She damn well better be. The drive was quick, going as fast as they could. Once there, someone immediately sent for Abby who came rushing out. Bellamy didn't leave Gena's side, even holding her hand where he could. She had lost a lot of blood and Abby informed them that she would need more. Bellamy didn't hesitate, urging them to take it from him. Abby was about to say something regarding his leg, but he wouldn't have it.

He demanded it. And with the time constraint they were under, arguing would waste valuable time. They operated on Gena, took blood from Bellamy where it was needed . . . and then, the waiting began. Abby informed him that it could be a while before she woke up, but that the surgery went well. Yet . . . they wouldn't know for certain until she woke. Not if she woke. Bellamy chose to thoroughly ignore that word. He stayed by Gena's side for the next . . . however long it took.

He didn't want to miss the moment she woke up. He would not survive losing her. Seated at the edge of the bed, his gaze was rested on their joined hands when he suddenly felt her slightly shift. His eyes immediately went to her face, a burst of relief exploding within him. He didn't even know what to say in this moment, fighting back the tears that had threatened to spill ever since finding out she had been in an explosion. Relief. Yes. That was what he was basking in right now. It took a little longer for her words to actually register within his mind . . . and even longer still until he could properly reply to them.

"I think in this case, you were the stupidly heroic one," he teased her. So evidently a tease. She was far from stupid. She was nothing but heroic. Perfect. She had tried to save them, with what was believed to be her last breath. He leaned down to kiss her forehead, closing his eyes, taking in her scent and warm skin. Her next question was more difficult to answer, but she deserved an honest one. Drawing his head back, he looked at her with a soft expression; a look reserved for her and only for her.

"Raven and Sinclair made it out. Thanks to you." She had saved them, and that was what she needed to focus on. As she often told him the same; she always allowed him to focus on those he saved. "We couldn't stop him." She deserved the truth, and Bellamy was not often one to sugar coat. Another long pause followed before he spoke again. "I thought I lost you." There was a slight tremble in his voice, a deeper tone than usually, thick with emotion. He thought he lost her, and the pain of it was evident . . . mixed with the relief that he hadn't. How the hell could he think he would survive her loss. He wouldn't. Simple as that.

[Gena Martin]

A joke? Gena chuckled at it, but oh how she regretted it. Her chuckle ended in a cough and a pathetic little whimper as that made her stomach hurt so much. She really shouldn’t laugh. She was wounded. Logically with how she lost count of how often this pain erupted inside her, at how for this moment everything seemed to stop and only the horror existed, she knew she was actually lucky to be alive to begin with. That man, that…. Monster. While she felt that pain she unconsciously clung hard to Bellamys hand. As she slowly began to relax again, she allowed herself to lighten her hold on his hand again. It wasn’t like he would run away without a goodbye. 

Gena closed her eyes as he kissed her forehead, concentrating of the feeling of his soft, warm lips on her skin, the comfort coming off of him. As long as he was there this man couldn’t touch her. As long as Bellamy was here, she was safe. He wouldn’t let anyone harm her further. Opening her eyes again, she found them stinging, full with tears, but not full enough for them to be shed yet. She looked at Bellamy, at the way he looked at her, his eyes so full of emotion, but his face, his body, betrayed something else for her, something she hadn’t expected to see.

Raven and Sinclair were save, but the rest… they were gone. She had failed. She thought she could do it, but one minute as too short. How, by some miracle, she survived was beyond her. She shouldn’t have. She should have held onto her senses longer, but there was no point in lingering on that as Bellamy probably wouldn’t let her. Not now. And he didn’t. 

His face, his beautiful face, the one she longed to see lit up in this wonderful bright smile was once more, was heavy with pain, emotional pain, but it was a different pain than the one she had fought with him for so long, it was… could it really be? It was for her? It was because he thought he lost her. The marks on his face, the dark shadows under his eyes, like he hadn’t slept, like… he thought he lost her, he looked as if it tore him apart in a way she had only seen maybe a twice, three times, but now over her. He… He was there. He was there when they carried her out, there was no doubt about it. The ache she felt, it was not physical. She wanted to hold him She wanted to make it better for him, but she couldn’t. 

“You” she began, croaking still, her voice still weak and breaking. “You were there – here. The entire time? How – how long was I out?” It must have been long and he was here. He was here, with her, even though after something like that, Bellamys instinct would be on helping his people. Yet he was here. He was with her, holding her hand and she was convinced that this gave her the strength to hold onto her life. Without him she would not be there. “Oh Bellamy…” For a moment as she lost herself in him and what he did for her, what it did in her. She forgot she was injured. She reached out, with her free hand to touch his cheek, jolting her wound. She cried out. Now the tears fell for a whole different reason. God that HURT. 

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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ALL THE SCARS YOU HIDE

Gena spoke of realizing how he had been here the whole time, her voice and expression displaying the emotions associated to this realization. "I wouldn't be anywhere else." Not until he knew she was alright. He would stay with her otherwise. How could he not? She had been with him through every step of the way. During his journey back from every heartbreak and soul shattering event. She had been there for him.

There was no question in his mind that this was where he belonged; with her, at her side. She had proven time and time again just how strong her heart was. "I just wish I had been with you sooner." That he had not left her. That he had not trusted Echo. That he'd remained and help stop the assassin. All those innocent people that had died . . . Bellamy shouldn't have trusted her. he shouldn't have let himself be so easily manipulated. "It's been a couple of days," he answered truthfully. He only knew that based on the light from the small window. Counting each sunrise. Other than that, time held no meaning. Each second that she didn't wake up, filled him with more and more fear that she wouldn't. Which was his ultimate fear. Yet he knew she was strong; that she would fight. And she had . . . for she was awake because of it. When she reached out to touch her cheek, her pained cry filled the air and he quickly took her hand in his and set it back down to the side.

"Hey, hey," he attempted to comfort in a soothing voice. He hated to hear and see her in so much pain. Mount Weather could have provided them with more necessary medication, but it was destroyed now. His hand moved to her forehead, gently stroking it as he looked at her with soft intent. "Don't try to move," he informed her. The roles were reversed now, and he intended to take care of her to the best of his ability. "Do you want something to drink?" He asked, still gently caressing her forehead before his hand moved to her cheek to do the same gesture. He wasn't sure if she was ready to keep anything down, but offered none the less. Besides, her IV was keeping her hydrated for the time being.

[Gena Martin]

No. No, he couldn’t blame himself. He shouldn’t blame himself. How was he supposed to know? It made much more sense for the guy to be at the summit. He couldn’t have known and nobody, especially not her, could blame him for thinking logically. However, she could blame herself for not being stronger. She knew Raven was talking to her. OH NO. Raven. She had to ask about her. Not that she… no it couldn’t be. Raven was too strong to die. She was too strong to not get out of there. She had to get out of there. She had to be save. Gena had to ask Bellamy, but for now, she was astonished by the fact, that he really had been here with her for days. That was…. That meant a lot. It meant the world to her. She had doubts, she was only human, but she loved him too much to let them stop her, but this, this truly silenced them all swiftly. Maybe they would raise their ugly heads again, but for now, there could be no doubt about his commitment to her. That was… it was as good as him telling her he loved her. Bellamy was a man of action, a man protecting people, wanting to protect everyone. This man had stayed here, with her, while surely stuff happened outside. That was perhaps even more of a declaration of love than any word could say.

And the fact that he started to stroked her forehead, offering physical comfort after the surge of pain. He was good at it. Maybe it came from raising Octavia. In her years, he surely had to nurse her through sickness before. And now he was here, with his injured girlfriend. “Yes, a bit, please. My… throat is so dry.” He probably heard that, which was why he asked. He was really good at this. Gena leaned her head into his caressing hand, once he moved to her cheek, sighing almost contently. She took a moment to look around, to take in her surroundings. This was medical, clearly. She was hooked up to several machines, which didn’t surprise her. What did surprise her were the curtains around their little area. She saw extra blankets and an extra pillow. People really took care of him. Good. “How… is Raven okay? Did she survive?” She needed to know. Bellamy went there with a mission and now he was here all the time. He had to have information, though. She couldn’t imagine him not getting information. “What exactly happened, Bell?”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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ALL THE SCARS YOU HIDE

When she told him that she wanted water, Bellamy gave a small nod, lingering in the current position as she leaned into his touch. Her cheek was warm, soft . . . a sensation he had thought he'd never experience again. He was afraid that the next time he would see her, she'd be cold. Lifeless. The thought alone was enough to make his heart ache with the realization of how close he had been to losing her. He slowly stood up, walking over to where there was a pitcher of water and a cup at the ready. Walking back to her side, he set the cup down for a moment as he adjusted the pillow for her, gently moving her head a bit so that she was sitting up.

He then proceeded to put the rim of the cup to her lips and slowly tilt it into her mouth. The less moving she did, the better. He didn't want her to rip her stitches or over exert her body right now. She needed to conserve as much of her energy as she could. The simple task of drinking water would come with ease, but he wasn't going to push her. Not right now. He set the cup to the side before his hand moved to hold hers once more, looking down at their joined hands while she asked the questions. "Raven's fine," he assured her, meeting her gaze.

"Sinclair too. You saved them, Gena." She needed to focus on that. Her next question of what exactly happened though . . . he wanted to spare her of the truth, and yet was never one to deprive another of the answer. "It was a trap." Echo had come to him claiming that the summit was a trap when the real trap was in Mount Weather. He had briefly told Gena who Echo was, the description as simple as the one he'd given Octavia, in addition to telling Pike that they could trust her.

What a damn big mistake that had been. And he knew it was his fault. "When we got to the summit, she was gone." Disappeared, just like that. And then he'd gotten the call. The emotions were still there; finding out that they were part of the coalition, Clarke's refusal to come home . . . but he wasn't going to focus on that. Gena was his priority right now. Feeling everything so strong within him, he leaned forward to lightly touch his lips against hers, savoring her taste, her soft touch. Opening his eyes once more he didn't pull away too far, wanting to -- needing to -- remain close to her. "Just focus on getting better," he told her in a low, sincere voice.

[Gena Martin]

There was no surprise to how gentle Bellamy was handling her. He even managed to sit her up and she felt no additional pain. He was good at this, it seemed. But she couldn’t comment on it. Bellamy moved in a very careful, yet secure way. She felt safe as he helped her up and safe as he put the glass to her lips. Gena couldn’t drink much. After a few sips she felt her mouth less dry, but she felt nauseous, so she stopped, not wanting to make it any worse. It was bad enough already. But at least she had him. He made it so much easier right now. Gena imagined she would be confused, upset, feeling the pain much stronger, had he not been there. He allowed her to focus on him, on the safety he brought her, instead of this weird underlying fear, that the Grounder probably started in her. She, undoubtedly has been through a lot. It was something that she would have to deal with, but as it appeared, not alone. And as it appeared, at least her friend Raven was alive, but she didn’t think she saved her. Granted, she had warned them, but it was on them, too, that they got out. At least they were alive. Gena gently squeezed Bellamys hand, looking into her boyfriends eyes, taking comfort in the way he looked at her and the fact, that he was alive and well by her side. She had no reason to not believe him. The conflicting emotions were clearly visible in his eyes, betraying how he hurt over that day. Gena wanted to take the pain from him, yet she knew that she too was source of that pain. He was scared to lose her. It was highlighted, yet again, by such a simple, yet powerful gesture from him: A kiss. The proximity was all she needed to understand what he needed, something she needed as well: Closeness. 

Ignoring the pain as much as she could, Gena shifted to the side, making room on the bed for him. She held onto his hand, didn’t make any gesture, but hoped he would understand. This was Bell, though, her best friend, now boyfriend, he would understand her silent plea for closeness, for both of their sakes. Once settled, Gena sighed. It was now or not for a long while. She needed to speak, needed to tell him. If she didn’t do it now, she might not ever do it and that was not a good idea. The water allowed her to speak a bit clearer, but still silently. “I was in the Presidents room, because we thought he might have written the launch codes down. No such luck. I didn’t find any, so I radioed Raven about it. I didn’t see or hear him. He came up from behind. He had his hand over my mouth to silence me – Raven was on the radio the entire time. And then…” Damn that one was hard, because she remembered the pain, her own screams silenced by the mans hand. Her hand squeezed his, needing to reassure herself of how real Bell was and how not real this guy was anymore. He was in the past, Bell was in the now and in the future. “He stabbed me. Over and over and over again. And then he just tossed me away, like… like some broken doll. I had to watch him set off the self destruct. I tried, Bellamy. I tried. I warned Raven. And I heard her speak to me. I knew she was speaking to me, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t see clearly or hear what she was saying. I tried so hard to move, but I couldn’t. And then the next thing I know were” There they were the familiar tears, finally rolling down her cheeks, because it hurt. It scared her and it tore her apart inside and she had to tell him. “were those people above me. And it hurt. And I remember suddenly breathing easier and then you were there. I couldn’t really see you, but you were there. You held my hand and it wasn’t as terrifying anymore.”

Bellamy Blake