Love, You're Not Alone

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Gena Martin

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THE HELL WE WANT

She left. Clarke had left Just like that, she walked away from them. From him. Words could not describe how much it hurt. Every time she had asked him to stay, he had. But the one time he needed her to . . . she didn't. He knew he had his family here, and was never dismissive of that, but what he had Clarke had been through . . . only they could understand it. Only they could comprehend what the other was enduring. And she wasn't here for that. Bellamy had told her together, believing they could overcome this and heal from it as partners . . . but he needed to start letting go of that thought.

He didn't look back. He just went straight inside the gate of Camp Jaha, being the last one in. The adrenaline of everything was starting to wear off, and left only was the weariness and exhaustion. Yet, a whole new wave suddenly erupted within him when he saw who was running towards him. "DADDY!" And Bellamy crouched down with open arms to meet his son's expanded ones as jumped right into them, causing Bellamy to lift him up in the air and spin him around for a moment before just holding him against his chest. Bellamy's hand went to the back of his son's head, closing his eyes as he took in his scent.

And the feel of holding him once more -- not having known if he would ever be able to. His son's squeal of delight was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. When he opened his eyes, he saw Gena holding their daughter as she approached him as well, and started to step toward her. He looked down at their daughter, his free hand moving toward her, thumb gently caressing her delicate cheek before leaning down to kiss her. He then looked at Gena, uncertain as to what emotion was behind his eyes. "It's over." They had won. But at what cost? That, was something that Bellamy would bear. He would not dump the burden on Gena. Right now, he just wanted to be with his family, and bask in the relief that they were safe and together.

[Gena Martin]

It’s been hard on the small family, hard on Gena to be separated from Bellamy once more. As everything unfolded, as Gena stood with Bellamy and Raven at Finns death, their children safely in bed, she knew what happened now would once more bring the father of her children into action. He was a caretaker, a protector and in the end, ending the threat to their people also protected his family. She understood. And she understood his need to stay back. Gena would have loved to come with him, to help him, but the thing she could do that would help the most was stay back, protect the children, not only from bodily harm, but also from emotional harm. She had many sweet talks with her son, having to explain to him, that his daddy was out, protecting his friends and them. That was something he could understand, but he missed Bellamy. The short time he was with them, was not nearly enough for Max. But, like she heard of Bellamy, Max threw himself into being a good big brother and a good son, mostly dedicating himself to tell his mother to sleep when his sister was asleep and they had a quiet moment. Gena took those moments, staying in the room with them, napping lightly as Max played. He gently woke her as soon as his little sister wimpered and enjoyed holding her when he sat on the couch.

Now finally the people came back from Mount Weather. She hadn’t heard of what happened yet, didn’t have the chance to even stop to ask anyone as Max bounced around, barely patient enough to have Gena put shoes on his little feet, before bouncing off towards the gate, Gena and the newborn barely able to follow. She didn’t have to worry in Camp Jaha. Everyone adored the youngest Blake siblings, respected the older ones. 

The sight of Bellamy picking him up, her son squealing, the two clinging to each other, made Gena stop a moment to take it all in. He was safe. He was in one piece. He was back, holding his son. Gena slowly walked forward. He reached out for his daughter, to touch her cheek and kiss her. It was perfect, father reunited with his kids again. Maybe this time he would get to stay longer. Maybe this time he could take a few hours and sit down and properly play with Max, hold his daughter and tell her a long story before putting her to bed. She hoped he would get that kind of peace.

“You did it.” He was the inside man. He did it. The others did it. She had to praise them. Then again she had no idea what he had to do to save their people, if it was good to praise him for it. “You came home.” Now that was something she could praise him for. He came home to his family. His son was overjoyed to see him again. That was a good thing. “Max, how about we bring Daddy inside?” She suggested to which her son nodded enthusiastically. “I’m sure he wants to rest. Or eat?” 

Bellamy Blake