Love is Strength

[Gena Martin]

Bellamy Blake

There was no pain in the city of light. She didn't even know why it mattered. She walkedpassed Charles, saw him hesitate for a moment only and ALIE used that, she ordered her to use it. Did she ever feel pain? Should she feel pain? She dropped. She felt herself hit the floor, but there was no pain. Gena struggled to get back up but her legs would not support her for some reason. An almost gentle kick brought her back down. 

It was a shock to her system. It felt like being pulled up, out of water in which she was drowning without knowing it. The feelings returned, the numbness was gone in a moment and now she knew why she couldn't get up. Her leg was burning with pain. A glance down revealed red blood. She had been shot. But then again this was not the worst. Bellamy. He was still gone. He was gone for good. There was nothing that could bring him back. Or so she thought.

It was as if everything happened in slow motion. Maybe she was dead already. Maybe heaven was better than the city of light because you could actually still feel, because as Gena lay there, she saw him. She turned her head to follow the unruly head of locks. It was him. And her. Clarke. It was the blonde. So this was not heaven.
Something heavy fell on her, a gasp escaped her. For some reason she couldn't speak. She couldn't call out for her beloved even though she wanted to. She just wanted to hold him in her arms, to brush over the wounds she could barely make out through the tears that threatened to fall. Her mouth wordlessly formed his name as he helped Clarke up. 

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

she's

TOO GOOD FOR YOU

Perhaps the infiltration of those chipped was inevitable . . . but it was expedited by Octavia's actions that had maimed Pike. Things from then had begun to unravel. They attempted to stall them for as long as they could, but they now made it through the doors, into the throne room. Chaos had ensued. It was imperative to keep Clarke protected while not killing any of those doing the attacking. The difficulty of this task was immense. And had landed Bellamy in his current position, with Kane's hands around his throat. He could feel it crushed his neck, the ability to breathe seemingly impossible. He could feel the life escaping his body, looking into Kane's eyes which held no remorse. Disturbing, the lacking emotions in those who were chipped. Gun shots erupted in the room, concern flickering through Bellamy that they were either getting to Clarke, or Abby was possibly shooting them dead. Neither were comforting outcomes.

Just when Bellamy felt everything around him was about to grow dark, Kane released his hold on him . . . allowing him to instantly find breath just on the brink of hopelessness. He could see the tremble in Kane's hands as Bellamy attempted to sit up, using what little strength he had left. He made eye contact with Marcus, though the older male practically avoided it. Bellamy couldn't pay too much attention to it. He knew the relationship with him and Kane was strained. What his abrupt shift in actions revealed, was that Clarke had done it. ALIE was gone. Her well being become of paramount importance as Bellamy moved to his feet, noticing the reunions around him as he made his way to Clarke. He put his hand on her arm, helping her to a stand once Abby got the chip out.

His eyes then began to scan around the room to assess the damage. His gaze rest on one woman in particular. A woman who was on the ground, evidently a victim of one of the few gunshots that had filled the air. Bellamy's eyes slightly widened. He had feared the worst for her, and hoped that she was chipped if only it meant she was alive. She could have been killed or crucified by the others . . . but no. She was here, which meant she had been chipped. But more importantly, that she was now unchipped. Dropping his hand from Clarke's arm, Bellamy rushed forward, dropping to his knees next to her.

"Gena," he breathed in relief, but the wound to her leg prevented things from being totally calm. He moved the upper half of her body so that she was in his lap as he proceeded to take off his jacket. "Are you ok?" He asked, knowing that the physical pain may be answer enough . . . but he also meant in all other senses of the word. His hand brushed her cheek, sweeping back a few loose strands of her curls. With his jacket off, he bunched it up to press against the bleeding wound, not having anything else to immediately hold against it. "We need help," he called out to Abby, Jackson, Clarke . . . whomever was here that had a medical background. He just needed them to get to Gena before she bled out. He needed them to help her where he may not be able to.

[Gena Martin]

She had known about Clarke. She had always known about the blonde girl that meant so much to Bellamy. She knew she would stand no chance against her. Bellamy would always rush to her protection. And it seemed she was wrong. While she expected Bellamy to stay by Clarkes side until he could be 100% sure she would be okay - Gena faintly remembered the blonde girls body sagging a bit in weakness. She was wrong about that. Because as soon as his eyes fell on Gena, he moved away from Clarke, leaving her to balance herself out on wobbly legs. The completely unexpected happened: Bellamy chose to check on her over staying to make sure Clarke was safe. 

A sigh could be heard, deep and heavy, giving away how exhausted she was. No pain also meant no sleep. With the pain in her leg sleep should be far away, but as soon as Bell pulled her up into his arms and onto his lap, the comfort of being in his arms overruled the pain she felt. It allowed her to calm down and focus on the comfort he gave her. As he pulled his jacket off and pressed it onto her leg, Gena smiled. She felt this. She felt the power he used to stop the bleeding, making this pain wonderful, because it meant she was alive and the other pain, well that was gone with him here. Mesmerized by him being there, she didn't speak until he called out for help.


She reached out, stroking his cheek first, before running her hand through his hair, hoping for the usual effect. "Hey, I'm okay." Gena whispered to him, so that only he could hear her over the noise in the room. "I'll be fine. Abby is a lousy shot." She would not bleed out. They were safe while the doctors took care of those really badly hurt. It was okay. Gena moved once more, wrapping her arms around him to hug him. She knew, even if she did something while being chipped, she would not have had to apologize to him, because he understood, because he loved, with his whole heart. But that didn't necessarily mean he was okay. So much had happened. And when he disappeared, she was terrified, but she knew he would have tried to contact her, if he could. "It's okay now, it's over. We can go home." She looked at him as she pulled back. "What happened to you? Who... who did this to you? How badly are you hurt?" She needed to know. At the same time. "I... I thought I lost you... It's so good to see you."


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

she's

TOO GOOD FOR YOU

He selfishly basked in the warmth of her touch, knowing that it was he who should be providing her with comfort. She assured him that she was ok, but he knew better than that. Hell, he did the same thing when asked if he was alright. He couldn't even imagine what she had been through, what those chipped had forced her to do. And now . . . she had gotten shot in the leg. "Or a good one," he said with a faint smile, hardly touching his features due to all else that had happened. Perhaps Abby had not shot to kill her. But accidental or on purpose, Bellamy was just relieved that Gena was alive. That her wound didn't look life threatening. When wrapped her arms around him, he returned the gesture, nestling his face in the crook of her neck as he closed his eyes, arms wrapped around her to keep her close to him.

He had feared the worst . . . that she had been dead. That she'd been one of the casualties in this fight. But she was here. And for that, Bellamy felt so damn blessed. He moved his head back when she asked her following questions, his arms still around her. "I'm fine," he said dismissively. How could he explain what happened? That it was his sister who had done this. It wasn't a conversation that he wanted to have in such a public setting. He glanced around, waiting for one of the others to come and check Gena's wound, knowing that the jacket wrapped around her leg would only do so much. "I thought I lost you too," he admitted to her in a low voice his forehead against her own.

"I didn't--" But a sight from the corner of his eye caught his attention as he sharply turned his head to look. Just in time to see Octavia push the blade into Pike. Once, and then deeper still. Bellamy's entire body went numb at the sight before him. Murder. His sister had murdered Pike. Bellamy had tried to reach out to her, tried to help her . . . but this is what it came down to. The murder of a friend. Bellamy supposed his actions of turning Pike in condemned him to the same fate, but he felt the heartache at seeing Charles fall lifelessly to the ground, knowing that his sister had done it. That nothing that happened here today, had changed anything. He watched her turn to leave out of the room, Bellamy's eyes fixed on her. Because he knew right now for certain . . . that he had lost her.

[Gena Martin]

Gena was glad to be in his arms. She was glad to have him react, to hear he was glad she was alive. She did notice that.  Otherwise he would have not let go of Clarke for her. He really cared. Sometimes words were unnecessary. Gena always knew he loved Clarke to a certain extend, otherwise he would not have been so hurt by her leaving. Otherwise he would not have battles a wound so fiercely to return to her. She knew that and she had to accept it and wanted to, because she cared about him, loved him deeply with all her soul. But sometimes the voice of doubt was there, enhanced recently by ALIEs poison.

"You won't loose me. Not that easily." She tried to reassure him. She had to. She knew Bellamy struggled with what happened around him. Countless nights next to him when he was wide awake and pretending to sleep did that. She knew his eyes and she saw the pain in them. So anything to take a bit of it away. "Apparently I'm stupidly lucky." She survived the mountain because she had last minute decided to ask someone to take over for her and stay with the others, otherwise she would have been in the heart of the explosion. She came close again during the riot and when she had wanted to leave Arkadia to get berries as the blockade was already established. And she was spared of worse when getting chipped due to her worry for Bellamy.  
Gena knew, that after everything, Bellamy needed a reassurance, that the people around him would stay. Gena was just about to do that, when she heard the commotion and followed his gaze just in time to see the horror unfold before her eyes.


Octavia ran her weapon -whatever that technically was - through Pike. It was cold, her face void of any emotion at all. She murdered Pike in cold blood right before her brother. She murdered Charles Pike, someone who was there for them, who held the trust of the people, because he was willing to go the distance for them, with them, unlike others, who ruled from above, he ruled with them. "Charles!" She wanted to get to him, but his eyes were already void and lifeless. He was gone. Nobody could help him. And Octavia walked away, just like that. Octavia walked away, just as Gena was about to try and reassure Bellamy that nobody would be taken from him again. How could she just walk away from him? But even as it happened, the loss itself didn't register to her yet. It was him. It was how Bellamy didn't move, that registered. He lost his sister. Gena turned to look at him again. She struggled to move, to get enough movement into her to sit up well enough to be able to place both her hands on Bellamys cheeks, to make him look at her, without force, but with him she didn't need him, simple guiding was enough.


"Hey, look at me." He already was. She held eye contact. "It's going to be fine, Bellamy, I promise. It's going to be fine." She struggled with the words, but she knew what she had to say, what she needed him to know. "It's okay. It's okay. It's okay not to be okay, Bellamy. I got you, okay? I'm here. I'm not going to leave you. You're not alone. I won't let you go through this alone. I got you. I promise. It's going to be okay. We can get through this. I'm not gonna leave you." But as she said that, she felt tears. This was so incredibly unfair. She wrapped her arms around him again, hoping that her words, he physical comfort could be a beginning and help him.


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

she's

TOO GOOD FOR YOU

He knew this had been coming. How could he not? He saw the look in Octavia's eyes. It was why he hadn't wanted to leave her alone with the man . . . but apparently, she didn't even need to be alone with him to carry out her murderous actions. She had done so in a public setting, after he had saved her. After he had helped save them all. It caused an ache in Bellamy's stomach, a hole in his heart that had once beat solely for Octavia. He was dead to her, and now . . . it was well proved. He looked at Gena, though his vision clouded by the pain of this all.

Her words however, were perhaps what he longed to hear . . . no, what he most needed to hear in this very moment. Because she was the first person who assured him, that she was not leaving. That she was here. She had never given him reason to prove otherwise, but then again, neither had Octavia. Neither had Clarke. But Clarke left, time and time again rejecting him. Octavia voiced her desire to leave, irritated with having to stay. And even Kane left him in a sense, calling him the enemy and ready to treat him as such. But Gena . . . she was telling him that she was here. That she wasn't going to leave him. And he believed her. Emphatically. Whole heartedly. He believed her.

It wasn't going to be fine, but he felt a strength with her. Being with her, and while it was horribly greedy of him to allow himself this comfort, when he should be providing it to her, he let it seep down to the very core of what was left of his heart. And when her arms wrapped around him, he returned the embrace. His arms held her against him, unable to let the tears spill. Not yet. There was still a lot to do; the people needed him to remain stoic . . . even though it was impossible right now. Besides, Gena was injured, and that needed to take precedence over all else. He drew his head back to look at her, giving a slight nod. She too had just lost a friend. They all had. "Thank you," he breathed, barley audible. Only heard due to their close proximity. How could he take for granted someone telling him that they were not leaving him when time and time again they did. But not Gena. She was too honest, too sincere, and he trusted her in what she said, finding no semblance of hesitation in doing so.

Maybe it was that very vulnerability he felt in this moment that prompted his next actions. Maybe it was the fear of losing her, realizing how close he had come to it. Also due to the acceptance of how many others he had lost; how many people he cared for that he had lost. Not physically, but emotionally. Recent events just built up in him, no longer trying to avoid or escape how he felt. Needing to embrace it, and while he had in a very physical sense with her . . . he hadn't, verbally. Which was far more of a rarity for Bellamy. He leaned toward her, his cheek resting against her cheek and from his angle, he slightly tilted his head to the side. Cheek to cheek, his lips against her ear, and eyes closed as if shutting out the rest of the world, he spoke the whispered words that he had spent a lifetime avoiding, and disallowing himself to ever feel . . . until her. "I love you."

[Gena Martin]

Apparently three words, eight letters could stop the world, freeze it in a moment.

Apparently three words, eight letters could take pain a lot better than any chip could. Because at the end of the day she still had her memories. And at the end of the day the pain she felt over his potential death was due to the love she felt for him, deep feelings that she never wanted to forget, ever again. The fact that he was wiped from her mind by the cruel bitch, well that alone was telling. Her tired fingers - when was the last time she actually slept? It felt like ages ago, then again sleeping had become hard without him by her side, as she always worried about him - clung tightly to his shirt. 


Her eyes stung with more and more tears. But it was in a good way. In a great way. She loved him. She loved him too. "I love you too." She had to say it. She couldn't promise to stay and then let him down by not saying it back. And she loved him so she had to tell him she was in love with him, too. Pulling back a little, she leaned her forehead against his again. "And Bell: You don't have to be strong now." She whispered to him. "You can just ignore them all and take care of me. They can't make you deal with them if you're busy." 


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

she's

TOO GOOD FOR YOU

It was as if she had breathed life into him with her three words, reciprocating the feelings. He had always felt loved by her, but hearing the words . . . it felt incredible. There were no words to describe it really. She loved him. Why? He would never know nor understand. He knew now more than ever how unworthy he was of it. But it was too late to do the selfless deed and let her go. He couldn't. He didn't want to. He had spent his whole life living for others, and would continue to do so . . . but for what? The pain of Kane's words and Octavia's actions would never leave him. But the promise of Gena, and the words she spoke to him, offered him hope. A savior. A chance to have some sort of humanity left to him.

She loved him. For all that he was, for all he had done. For the monster that he was . . . she loved him. Bellamy's lips touched her cheek, just pretending like the rest of the world didn't exist. But it couldn't last, and her words pulled him back into the reality that they weren't the only ones in this room. He wished he could do that. Despite their actions against him, Bellamy's loyalty to his people was unwavering. "There's still a lot to do," he told her. He needed to wrap Pike's body up to take with them, and figure out how they hell they were all getting down.

"But there's no way I'm leaving you." She wouldn't be alone. Not for a moment. Especially when they got back to Arkadia. They were briefly interrupted when someone came to finally take a proper look at her leg and tend to it. His arms still around her protectively, though he lowered one when it was required for the necessary position. "How are you feeling?" He asked, wondering if there was severe blood loss that may make her head feel heavy . . . but the question wasn't just limited to her physical well being. It was all inquiring as to her emotional one.

[Gena Martin]

Gena sighed. Of course he'd care for the others, too. She wanted that, too, she admired it in him. But there was something else. There was the part where he was exhausted. He was tired. She could see how weary he was. She had seen it before, more than once and that told her or made her guess, that Bellamy needed someone now. She wanted to be that someone for him. She needed to be that someone for him, because she loved him. Gena let the person who wanted to tend to her leg do so, but she leaned against Bell, seeking his physical comfort more than anything now, because damn, that hurt so much. She clung to him, like a lot depended on him then and there. And maybe it did.

She looked up at him, considering her reply for a moment. She knew he'd see through her if she was anything but honest with him. But what was the answer? Given her inability to focus on anything but him or well what she focused on. Movements, other than sluggish and slow, caused her head to spin and she was sure she couldn't get up even if she tried. So she very slowly shook her head.

"Not too good." She admitted. She had to. "I feel lightheaded and weak." And that was the kindest of it. "My leg hurts. And... the things I did, Bell... I... I helped crucify someone." She helped. She was not physically strong enough for a lot of it, but that didn't change anything about the helping this and she wasn't even in control. "I... I know I asked you to stay with me for your sake, but... could yo do it for me? I want to be close to you. I don't think I can walk."


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

she's

TOO GOOD FOR YOU

Bellamy was relieved for the honesty, but at the same time, wished that she wasn't in such a pained state. Too many times was the question asked, the answer dismissively offered. Bellamy was constantly guilty of it. But with Gena, he felt the comfort of opening up. It was now reciprocated as she offered him a genuine answer. He hated that she was in pain, and wished that by some miracle, he could take it all away from her. But he couldn't. She must have lost a lot of blood and . . . well, did ALIE even let them sleep and eat? Or was every natural instinct and craving numbed by the illusioned happiness? Either way, he was going to take care of her. Just as she always took care of him.

Though it wasn't the need to return the favor that compelled him; but rather, the desire to want to take care of her. Because he loved her. He looked at her intently, his hand going to her cheek as he gently caressed it. "Hey," he began to say, his eyes looking deep into her own beautiful ones so that she could see the sincerity in his next words. The truth of them. "That wasn't you. It was ALIE. And she's gone now. She can't hurt you anymore." Though he knew that guilt was not often a feeling that one so quickly absolved from themselves.

"It wasn't your fault, Gena." He needed her to know that, wishing he could take away her guilt just as he could her pain. Though he supposed, it was all connected; one feeling rolling into the other. Her request for him to stay for her, was one he didn't even need to consider. "I'm not going anywhere," he told her stubbornly, leaning forward to place a light kiss on her forehead. Drawing back he look at her, a faint smile on his lips. While it lacked entire joviality, there was still a flicker of it to coincide with his next words.

"I'll carry you down if I need to," he told her, further proof that he wasn't going to leave her nor did he even want to let her out of his sight. His trust for certain others was tarnished. Kissing her again, this time lightly on the lips he pulled back, slightly adjusting their position but not too much so that he didn't jostle her injured limb. "The sooner we get out of here, the better," he added on, briefly glancing around the room, an arm still around Gena, though inspecting the crowd to see if they were ready to start making arrangements to get down from this damn tower. Bellamy didn't want to spend a second longer in here than he had to.

[Gena Martin]

Guilt was a funny thing. It hurt, it hurt very much, but it was also a good thing, at least in Genas books. because what or who was a person that no longer felt guilt? A cold blooded murderer? A monster? She didn't know, nor did she care. She knew Bellamy felt guilt and she knew she herself felt guilt. It was part of a human an essential part as far as Gena considered. It would take time for both of them to let go of the guilt they felt and it would take the others support to get there. They had each other, at least, which was more than some people could say. She stood by Bellamy, through whatever the others said. She knew his heart was true. It would always be true.

After the soft kiss, she snuggled into him, nodding into his shoulder. She would need the help to get down, thanks to her leg. She knew Bellamy was strong, but regardless, she worried. He had been through so much, there was no way he hasn't gone all out while they were apart, trying to find a solution. He needed rest. They both did. She just had to figure out, how to make him sit and rest. Maybe they would fall into it naturally. They had done so before and it was just so tiring, they had been through so much. Clinging to him now, Gena sighed. The warmth, the dizzyness, if they were in a different place, she could have fallen asleep then and there, but they were in this aweful tower. They just needed to get back to Arkadia and lock themselves into their room and not emerge for a while. They needed to be able to settle in their home and keep out all the bad things. Even though it would be hard. 


"Lets try and find a way down." It would take a lot of them another while to get ready to leave. Until then they could at least try and find a way down. The tower had taken quite the hit, it seemed. Gena struggled to try and get up, but it hurt. There was no way she could get up. She looked at Bellamy. "How did you do that? Get up and walk with your wound?"


Bellamy Blake