Crash landed [Bellamy Blake]

[Aspen Heckart]

The Ark was falling, and Aspen's world was turning upside down. After Diana Sydney's mutinous actions left the space station in a cripple state and hundreds dead, Jaha elected to send the remaining population down to the ground, by any means. But time was a luxury that the former Chancellor just could not afford and so he was forced to pilot all 13 stations remotely from the Go-Sci ring, using the Arks' thrusters to achieve a sure path down to the planet. Though, nothing was without risk, and now, Aspen sits rooted to her seat in fear, eyes squeezed shut. She could feel her parents next to her; her mother to her left gripping her hand, and her father to her right, doing the same. It seemed that everyone was waiting on baited breath, too afraid, even to scream. Will they make it?  

Then, all hell broke loose. The ship started shaking violently, jarring people from seats, dislodging steel girders and the metal frame that basically held Farm Station together; and that's when people started to scream. Seeing the debris fall, some people scrambled out of their seats in fear, swaying as the vessel pitched forward. Aspen looked on in horror, even as her parents moved out of their seats to help people back into theirs. What the hell were they doing?! They were surely entering the atmosphere now, and that meant that time was running out. They needed to get back in their seats, NOW. If they didn't, they wouldn't make it. 

The screams, the scrape of metal on metal, the harsh sound of the thrusters, urging the ship further toward the ground, to Earth, faster and faster, were getting louder. The lights were flickering now, and Aspen could see her parents huddled on the floor, clinging to one another, crying, as if they knew their fate. It was the last thing Aspen saw before she lost conciousness.   

It could have been days or minutes when Aspen finally woke. She opened her eyes and immediately groaned when sunlight danced in her vision. Wait, what? The thought was enough to make up shoot upright into sitting, and then she scrambled to stand when she glanced at where she was. Her senses were assaulted; fire and smoke everywhere, she could smell burning and could see charred bodies lain at her feet. Aspen choked back a sob when she realised, in a cruel twist of fate that she was the only survivor. Everything else was burned-- Farm Station, her friends... her parents. Glassy eyed, she walked aimlessly, numb, safe for a dull ache in her leg that was determined to cause her physical pain beyond the emotional turmoil that she was feeling, but she push passed it and continued on. She had made it to the ground but at what cost? No one else had and now she was alone. What if she never found fellow survivors? What of the delinquents? Aspen didn't know how long she had been walking along this crater, or if she was even going the right way. Which was the right way though? Frustrated, Aspen fell to her knees and then proceeded to curl up in the foetal position, hoping for another miracle.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Aspen Heckart

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy had originally set out with Finn, Monroe, Sterling and Murphy -- the last one being someone Bellamy had dragged with them because of his knowledge of the Grounder camp. However, it was the very Grounders that forced their companies apart. Bellamy agreed to divert them otherwise they would never make it. The others needed to find the rest of their people; find Clarke. That was the mission. Bellamy planned on tracking them down later. So armed with his weapon, he had bolted in the other direction, able to hear the grounders following him while Finn and company hid in one spot until the Grounders were out of sight.

There was no sense in them splitting up into two groups. Bellamy could handle himself and preferred the others to stick together. He wasn't sure how long he had been running for until he finally lost them. It was enough for Bellamy to need to rest for a moment. Leaning against a tree, he closed his eyes and focused on breathing. He hadn't even had a chance to wash up from the wounds on his face and body sustained from the battle against the Grounders. He'd gone from Tristan's prisoner, to lock up in the Ark, to running for his life. Just another damn day on Earth. When he opened his eyes, he was immediately distracted by the smoke in the not so far distance. Intrigue and curiosity got the better of him as he moved toward it.

It didn't take very long to recognize what it was. The Ark. Or well, part of the Ark. One of the stations. Bellamy quickly moved closer, stopping to just take in the sight of the destroyed station. He swallowed, unable to see any survivors which made him feel a pang of devastation in his heart, though showed no physical sign of it. He approached the fallen station, his eyes moving over the bodies, a part of him hopeful that there would be survivors, but it didn't look to be the case. Not until he saw someone up ahead, curled into a ball.

That, did not look like the position of a corpse. Stepping over the destroyed remainders of the Ark, Bellamy carefully made his way to her. He crouched down next to her, his hand going to her shoulder to get her attention. "Hey," he stated. "You ok?" Physically. The trauma of this was not something he could immediately help with, but . . . she was a survivor among all the deceased. That, sure as hell counted for something. And with that thought in mind, he suddenly had a new priority. To help who he could. To help someone who was still alive. To take her back to camp and reunite her with more of their people.

[Aspen Heckart]

They're all dead. I'm alone. I won't survive here... They're all dead, I'm alone... Aspen's thoughts ran rampant, repeating like a mantra, over and over, each thought making another tear fall and a barely audible whimper escape her lips. She'd been lying on the ground for hours-- a small part of her was thankful for the warm, though solid terrain that cushioned her back, better than the harsh metal floor back on-- no, Aspen sniffed, she wouldn't think of that now. Laying here, whilst resting her leg, had also afforded her time to think of the situation that she was currently facing: sure, she was alone but she was alive, and she was starting to see that was all that mattered- she'd be given a new start, on Earth no less. There was no sense in dwelling on past events. What's done is done and it's time to move on. Aspen opened her eyes a blinked up at the sky, smiling a little. She really was lucky to be here. 

Movement caught her eye suddenly, and Aspen quickly curled up further to appear less threatening, looking away from the humanoid figure. She couldn't risk drawing attention to herself because she didn't know if this person was a friendly or not and, Aspen didn't really have long to think about what this guy was planning on doing once he found her because she suddenly felt a pressure on her shoulder-- his hand, and a voice. It sounded familiar. He was asking her if she was ok, and she turned her head to come face to face with one Bellamy Blake. She had heard about him-- he had managed to get himself onto The Dropship; the one that had his little sister on- the girl sent to the Sky Box for the crime of being born. He had shot Chancellor Jaha to do it and, at the time Aspen thought he was a crook, just like the rest of them. Looking at him now though, she could see the tired look in his eyes, masked by the concern shown on his face, and the cuts and bruises. Now she understood why he had done it, that he'd do anything to protect Octavia Blake-- because judging by the look in his eyes, and the physical hurt on his face, the 100 delinquents aren't the only occupants of Earth. 

But he was here now, and if he was here then, that meant there were others and that she wasn't alone. She could make it too. That thought had Aspen launch herself at Bellamy, hugging him without a second thought and not a care in the world. “I'm okay now that you're here. Thank you Bellamy,” she croaked, voice heavy with emotions as tears started flowing freely down her cheeks.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Aspen Heckart

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She was conscious. Responsive. Those were both very good things. He watched her intently for a moment, before she physically reacted to his presence. She moved her arms to wrap around him and he paused only for a moment before his hands casually rested on her back, his own arms wrapped around her in return. He ensured to remain gentle, unsure if she had sustained any injuries during the crash. But he also knew that this was sometimes what people needed. The physical contact, the comfort. And if he could provide that to her for even just a second . . . then he would of course do it.

Her words only made him wish that he could have been here sooner; that she didn't have to endure all this death and the trauma of the crash by herself. He could feel her tears on his neck, slightly clenching his jaw at the display of her emotions. Damn he wished he could do more for her. But he would do whatever was within his capability. "You're alright," he assured her in a low voice, verbalizing what comfort he could in addition to physically. He let the embrace linger before he slowly moved his head back to meet her gaze. He moved one hand to rest on her cheek, looking intently into her eyes.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked her. He would check her over but it could save the time if she knew of any injuries she had sustained. Her face wasn't evident of them, and unless she had an adrenaline rush that numbed the pain of her arms, he was assuming there was no injury there either with the ease she had embraced him. She told him that she was ok now because he was here -- she even knew who he was and didn't seem rejecting of his company. He was not going to do anything to make her regret the words that she honored him by. He had failed the delinquents; failed in protecting them. He would not fail her too.

[Aspen Heckart]

Aspen was glad when Bellamy returned her embrace-- even if it was tentatively. She couldn't blame him though because, back on The Ark they never spoke, much less passed each other in the halls. She had seem him on patrol and guard duty when he was a cadet; even at the Unity Day masquerade ball that ended with a solar flare, Blake's mutiny, and the shocking discovery of his little sister. After that incident, Aspen had heard stories; that he had been demoted to a janitor, his mother had been floated, and Octavia had been locked away in the Sky Box to await the same fate as Aurora Blake. That was until they had sent all of the inmates down to the ground, in effort to conserve oxygen, and also to see if the Earth was survivable after 97 years. 

Back then lives were expandable, but down here Aspen realised that every life mattered. Everyone of the delinquents had been given a second chance and she hoped that would mean they were changing for the better, like Bellamy, who, at this point, had pulled away slightly to look into her eyes, to ask if she was hurt. Aspen frowned then as she remembered their position on the ground-- her leg had cramped up from where she had been curled up for so long and the pain was starting to return to the forefront of her mind. She stretched her leg out in front of her and gritted her teeth- it felt like her limb had been caught in a vice and the pain now was getting harder to ignore. “I think my leg might be broken,” Aspen sniffed as she moved to wiped her eyes of dried tears. “But I can kinda walk on it.”

Aspen didn't know how long it would before sundown, and she didn't want to to stick around to find out. But, with her busted leg she would surely slow them down and that could be dangerous. Aspen looked away from Bellamy and bowed her head at that thought. “What are we gonna to do now?”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Aspen Heckart

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy lowered both his hands and arms to his side as she began to move her leg. He watched it before watching face, seeing that flinch of pain. She then spoke of how her leg might be broken, but that she could still walk on it. That was something at least. With the threat of the Grounders out there, they wouldn't be able to waste too much time. His mind quickly went over the best route to get her back, trying to determine was the most efficient path and would place them in the best concealment. She then asked him what they were going to do. He had a simple enough answer for that.

"We're going to get to the camp where our people are." We, being the operative word. Because he sure as hell wasn't going to leave her. He didn't know if Clarke and the others were even alive, and Finn, Murphy, Monroe and Sterling were looking for them. Right now, this woman was someone Bellamy could help. Someone that he would not leave behind for dead. With that, he rose to his feet and began to look around him, amidst the wreckage, he pulled out a torn piece of fabric -- perhaps clothing that had belonged to one of the victims of the crash. He also found the remainder of a seatbelt -- though he imagined there weren't enough for everyone. He talked while searching.

"A group of them landed not too far from here, including Doctor Griffin. She can take a better look at your leg there." He would just have to do the best he could in the meantime. And then he looked for a solid and sturdy stick that could be about the same length of her leg, even if it was up to her mid thigh. Once he collected all these things, ensuring she remained in his sight and he in hers the entire time, he went back to her, kneeling in front of her as he started to get to work. "What's your name?" He questioned, not only to make conversation and attempt to distract her from the pain, but because he was genuinely curious. He began to lift her pant leg, being as careful as he could to see the extent of the damage while he had the necessary items for a makeshift brace.

[Aspen Heckart]

Aspen watched Bellamy get to his feet. He said that they were going to get out of here- back to their people, and she couldn't help but smile to herself then. There were others out there, and by the way he had mentioned a camp settlement, and the fact that others from the Ark were congregated there too, meant that what Aspen had initially thought when she crash landed, was wrong. She wasn't alone now. Her thoughts drifted then, still absent mindedly watching as Bellamy scoured the wreck of Farm Station for what she gathered would be something to help support her leg. How many other stations had made it to the ground? Bellamy had mentioned a group of them so she had hopes.  

Bellamy came to kneel in front of Aspen with everything he could salvage for a splint- a seatbelt, some cloth, and a stick. She grimaced at the crude materials but it would do, she was glad that this was only a temporary solution, and that she could receive a proper diagnosis from Doctor Griffin as Bellamy assured her would take a look at her leg once they got back to camp. Then he asked for her name, and Aspen looked away shyly. Of course he wouldn't know who she was! Back on the Ark, they lived in different stations, and even when either of them did have any free time to roam around the Ark, Aspen would always take that opportunity to hide away in the library for hours and read books on Earth history. She wasn't really known by anyone really, much less Bellamy Blake-- she shouldn't really be surprised that he had to ask.   

Aspen looked back up to see that Bellamy was looking down at her lame leg, and lifting up her pants leg to get a better look at her injury. “Oh, uh... my name's Aspen. Sorry I didn't tell you before,” she half-shrugged like it wasn't that big a deal but, she was berating herself on the inside. So stupid. She watched him assessing her injury, watching his face for good or bad signs though, his features were neutral. So she just gave in and asked him. “So, what's the diagnosis doc? Am I gonna live?” Joking was just her way of diverting attention away from the pain that creeping back up at her, and she tried not to let it show in her eyes as she waited for Bellamy's input since she couldn't actually see the injury herself. Not that she'd want to but, still. 


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Aspen Heckart

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy carefully removed back the fabric of her pant leg, trying to be as gentle as he could while doing so. She introduced herself as Aspen, apologizing for not telling him sooner. "We were both a little distracted," he said a bit teasingly, though not without truth. It was understandable that names were not foremost on their minds, but he also said the words to help lighten the mood. She was the sole survivor of the crash. That in itself would have enough of a traumatic effect on her. Especially if she had family on there, which he wasn't sure about.

But would not inquire about at the moment either. He was trying to help ease her mind, not get her worked up. "Can't blame you," he added on. He then continued to clean off what blood he could. His skills when it came to tending injuries were the very basic survival ones. He would hopefully be able to keep this secure until they reached camp. Her question went along with his thoughts as he was assessing the wound when it could view it more clearly.

"If this crash couldn't kill you, I doubt a leg wound can," he told her with a slight smirk on his face, a further attempt to ease the mood. "You're a survivor. You'll survive this." He meant that in a deeper way of course. And with those words, started to use another cloth to wrap around her leg; the applied pressure would stop any bleeding. "What station are you from?" Both Factory and Farm were unaccounted for, and it was impossible to tell which one this was due to the destruction of it. Besides, there wasn't even a guarantee that this station that landed, was the one she was actually from.

[Aspen Heckart]

Aspen watched Bellamy as he worked to stem the bleeding on the open wound of her leg—whether or not it was broken yet, remained undiagnosed. It didn't feel pleasant when she was limping around earlier, but then again, she had never fractured anything before so the sooner they got back to camp, the better. Even if her leg wasn't broken, the wound that Bellamy was tending to needed to be treated properly by Dr Griffin; Earth Skills basic first aid would only get them so far, but she admired his skill, especially given the current situation.  

Bellamy had been talking whilst he worked, and Aspen appreciated that he was doing it to keep her mind off of the pain as he poked and prodded but, she couldn't help but think that he was asking because he was genuinely curious and wanted to get to know her better too, because the next question he asked caught her off guard. What station are you from?  

Suddenly all of the days event came rushing back to the front of Aspen's mind, and she looked away from Bellamy as she tried to quash them back down, lest she start crying again. It was a simple enough question but the pain was too fresh but, Bellamy had been nothing but nice to her since they crossed paths not hours ago, and she wondered if it was worth him knowing. She remembered what she had thought of him of a couple of minutes ago, and thinks even further back to how he used to act on the Ark-- they seemed two completely different people and yet, she realised yet again that he doesn't want to ruin this second chance he's been given. Maybe she should start doing the same down here. After a couple of deep breaths, she told him,”I'm from Farm Station—we're sitting in it right now. I came down with my parents but...” she looked over to the wreckage behind them, where once it had been flaming, was now just a smoking carcass of what once was Farm Station, before turning back to face Bellamy, “they didn't make it.”  

She didn't really wait for him to divulge in that information, so she asked him another question quickly. “How many survivors are there? Did everyone from the Sky Box make it down?” It was a question that had occurred to her but she'd never thought to ask until now. 

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Aspen Heckart

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Farm station. If she was the only survivor, it meant they had lost a hell of a lot of people. There was a devastation that came with that. The loss of their people, making their numbers dwindle even more. When she revealed that her parents had been on it too, Bellamy stopped what he was doing, his hands no longer moving to tend to the wound. Instead, his eyes met hers, despite her averted gaze. He looked intently into them, his expression holding a slight softness that could only be seen if one really looked. He was often stoic, guarded, as it was what he had to be on the Ark and even down here. But right now, in this moment, he was a man attempting to comfort a young woman who had lost both her parents at once. He knew that feeling of losing family, and it was a whole other form of hell.

"Hey," he said in a calm, almost gentle voice -- as gentle as could be heard with his naturally deep voice. He moved his hand to gently rest over hers, not an action of need but one of attempted comfort. Continuing to look intently at her, he went on with his words. "I'm sorry." His voice thick with sincerity and genuine condolence. With a few more prolonged moments, he removed his hand from being atop hers, and continued on with her leg. Now that the blood was clean, he could wrap it up to apply pressure and stop the bleeding, as well as cover it from other exposed dirt and such to limit the risk of infection. She asked how many survivors there were, and Bellamy wished he had a detailed answer to give her. He had only gotten a glance at them, as he had been quickly arrested. Although, the question regarding the delinquents . . . he also wished he had an answer to that. But with what happened during the war, he hadn't the slightest idea. "Most of us made it down alive." With the exception of the two idiots who had taken off their belts.

"But a lot has happened." He wasn't one to coddle others or sugar coat the truth. At the same time, she didn't need this right now. She was injured, she just lost her parents, and had survived a traumatic crash. "Most everyone from Mecha station made it down alive. They started setting up camp where they found parts of the Ark. We're still looking for people from Factory." At least there was some hope there. After wrapping the wound, Bellamy took the other piece of cloth and proceeded to tie it around with the stick in place in order to keep it's movement as limited as possible and help take some of the pressure off of it. "How does that feel?" He asked her. "Think you can try to stand?" He further inquired, moving back a little and closer to her side as he moved one of her arms around his neck for support to help her.

[Aspen Heckart]

Aspen could feel a lump forming in her throat, brought on as she tried to tamper down her emotions as she felt Bellamy's hand on hers; his calming voice doing little to ease her-- speaking of farm station; her friends, her... parents. Gone. She keep her eyes downcast as she could hear him apologise. The sincerity in his words were as if he could have been there, too-- as if he knew what inner turmoil Aspen refused to creep up on her right now. The pressure of his palm atop hers, and the intensity of his gaze, even though she couldn't bear to look at him for fear of falling apart again--were enough to keep her grounded and she knew she wouldn't be alone in this, not if what Bellamy was saying right now was true. They'd make it home soon. 

Bellamy moved his hand from hers and stood up to walk over to her side after he had finished applying the makeshift splint. Aspen looked down at it and after assessing her leg, she nodded to herself,"Now or never, right?" 

She turned to Bellamy as he hefted his arm around her shoulder to support her weight as she tried to stand. It was only a little painful as Aspen struggled to her feet, and even a little more as she rested her foot on the ground. She groaned as she shifted her weight from one to leg to the other, testing the injury, leaning lightly on Bellamy as she did so-- not trusting that she could limp herself all the way to camp, no matter how stubborn she was. She looked up the cliff face far infront of them and then frowned, looking up at Bellamy, "How do we get out of here?" 


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Aspen Heckart

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

He gave a small nod when she asked if it was now or never, as he helped her to her feet. The journey back would be slow, but they also couldn't afford to take too long. The threat of Grounders was still out there -- and whoever the hell the Mountain Men were, as Octavia had mentioned them before. Right now however, his priority was getting Aspen to the camp, so that she could be with their people; looked after. Besides, his people were always his primary concern. Bellamy kept an arm around her for the support, silently encouraging her to lean into him as he wanted to do whatever he could to stabilize her.

"Only way we can: walk," he said a bit teasingly, though not without truth in response to her question. "It's a bit of a trip back. We'll probably have to stop for the night at some point." Especially if they were moving at a slower pace. But he couldn't have her over exerting herself either; it would only make her injury worse. What Bellamy had done was just very basic; she needed proper medical attention. With that, he started to take the necessary steps, quickly glancing around once more as if doing a final check that there were no other survivors. They would need to send a team here to salvage what they could; find whatever they could use in the wreckage but for the time being . . . Aspen was of the highest importance.