Knocking On Heaven's Door

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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THE HELL WE WANT

Years. Again all odds they had survived for years. And no one had died. Or killed each other. Both could be marked as incredible victories. They spent a few extra months up there to make sure that it was absolutely safe to go back down -- since they had no contact with anyone on the ground. Besides, it wasn't as if they could only a few to see if earth was survivable. No. They were all going down together. And they would either live together or die together. The bond that they had all created was not so easily severed. Nerves took over everyone as they embarked on the pod that would take them down. Bellamy felt that familiar fear of what would happen when the pod was opened. Something that Murphy, Monty, and Harper could relate to. Considering they had all come down here together.

Bellamy had been the first to pull the lever to open the hatch and step outside. The fresh air had been sorely missed for the five years they were gone. And no one was melting. A smile broke out on his face as he turned to the others in the pod. The ones that he had gone up with. "Let's go home." Finding the others was top priority right now. They were armed with whatever they had, using blades and such. On the way, they had to set up camp, hunting to eat as Bellamy offered to gather more firewood. The last time they had come down Grounders had come at them. Who the hell knew what it would be this time. He was at a safe enough distance from the others without leaving them totally open to attack and besides, he was going to be quick. A sound caused him to sharply turn, holding out his make shift blade as he looked with the utmost caution. "Show yourself," he demanded, clear authority in his voice.

[Clarke Griffin]

They had tried to stay away from the new arrivals. Or well, not away per say, but out of their way. Clarke kept the kid away from them. But she was a different story. The only thing she had to lead had been the girl down here while they were alone. It was easy. She listened to her. Clarke spent most of the day on a tree, close to where the prisoners had made camp, watching them, trying to figure out what they were up to and what they wanted. To a certain extend she was sure she was overreacting. Nothing ever happened now, why would this be bad news? It was like an echo of the past, where around every corner death could be. The ground had become peaceful, though. She wanted it to stay like this, badly. Yet there was this one thing that wouldn't let her rest: A gut feeling, that slowly, day by day, even hour by hour, seemed to grow. Clarke had taken to asking Madi to stay in the lab and to lock it until nightfall.

Nightfall was fast approaching and so Clarke had made her way back to the lab, where their rover stayed now with those people here. At least until Clarke knew she could trust them. She had her riffle over her shoulder, the customized strap held tightly in one hand, as something changed. Clarke knew those woods inside out. She had spent six years in them, knew every sound it made. This sound was different. A person. Damn it they wandered this far now? They couldn't. They shouldn't. Not yet. They grew too confident, too fast. And she was careless as she had expected herself to be far enough away. 

That was until she heard that voice. After all these years, she still recognized that voice. After all these years her entire body reacted to that voice, freezing her in place out of pure shock. Over 2200 messages sent to him, none answered. She had begun to doubt. She had given up hope many days. And had regained it, because she had survived against all odds, why should they not. Here he was. Alive. He had changed, but only a little bit. Enough for Clarke to see those small subtle changes, come with six years of having not seen each other. 

She moved out between the trees that hid her, hands turned so he could see her palms, see them empty. Her words died on her lips as she could finally take him in, words of assurance that it was just her, that he was safe. Instead other words came out.

"You're late." She said, smiling then, because finally! Finally!

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy's features immediately paled the moment he saw the figure emerge. His eyes slightly widened, fixated on her. This wasn't real. Would it be the first time the depths of his mind had concocted such an illusion? Absolutely not. He saw Clarke. He saw her in his dreams; his nightmares. Plagued and tormented with the decision of leaving her here. Knowing, that it should have been him left to suffer the radiation. Not her. Living was the greatest punishment of all for all his crimes. Now burdened -- forever burdened -- with yet another detrimental choice. To have left Clarke behind. He swallowed, closing his eyes and trying to steady his breathing.

"You're not real," he breathed, words hardly audible, perhaps not even heard by her. But . . . he needed the image to go away. He needed this cruelty to end and yet, he deserved every ounce of it. He slowly opened his eyes only to see that she was still standing there. Her words were exactly what Clarke would say to him in such a moment. And it made Belamy's eyes well with tears. He didn't even know if he believed it was actually her or not. It was too good to be true, and when had fate or luck ever been on Bellamy's side? "Clarke?" He asked, almost breathless. Winded by the beautiful image of her, and mind still conflicted as to whether this was real or still a figment of his imagination. But amidst it, the gun had fallen and his feet of their own accord very slowly started to step towards her.

[Clarke Griffin]

It's been six years. Six years of spending every day hoping, and fighting. She fought for her own survival so one day she might see him again, all the while well aware, that one day, just one day he might come down again. Or one day she might have had to face the fact that none of them survived. That it was all over. Sometimes her thoughts crossed in that direction and Clarke found her eyes stinging with tears threatening to come. They had fought so hard to survive what Alie had ones started and then it was so close to being the end. Other days she hoped that one day the vision of some lonely souls could come to pass and the world might be populated again, thrive with humans and animals alike and a newfound respect for the nature that their ancestors had lost. 

Seeing him there was on step towards this future. Because it was not over yet. There was still hope. Hope had been lost for her once, but the small glimmer of hope inside her immediately ignited again all over upon seeing Bellamy, upon seeing his reluctance to believe she survived, because logic did not support her being there. She had developed ARS in their last hours together. He had seen it and they had assumed, completely forgetting that once Luna had suffered from ARS, too, before the Nightblood kicked in. And it saved her life then. Not only hers.

Slowly the young woman made her way towards him. She found herself smiling ever so softly, her heart burning with hope and relief, because they had survived. If Bellamy did, so did others. He would have protected them. Clarke kept on moving until she was close enough to touch. It was six years of basically being a single mom that came through in the one touch she felt like she needed to give. Her eyes stung with unshed tears, but the smile on her face one as she placed her hand on his stubbled cheek, enjoying the texture of hair that haven't been shaved in a day at least - she actually didn't remember ow long it took for that stubble to develop. Warmth spread through her hand at the touch, feeling him again and her smile just grew.

"Yes, it's me." She now whispered, no longer needing to raise her voice for him to hear. "Welcome home, Bellamy."

Bellamy Blake