The Missing Linc To My Heart

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Lincoln

we did

WHAT WE HAD TO DO

It had been a few days since the Mount Weather massacre, and while things were falling into place, it felt as if had just been moments ago that Bellamy had aided in committing genocide. Perhaps it was the sting of what came after. Clarke's departure mainly, leaving bitter and resentful feelings within Bellamy. Worse that he found out about what he intention was with the missiles launching for Tondc. And the fact that his sister was there. But not only his sister: Lincoln too. Two people that he . . . that he what? He wasn't even sure. He only knew that Clarke's betrayal was too fresh in his mind. And Lincoln's. Could it count as betrayal? Bellamy didn't know.

What he did recognize was that he had been far more hurt than he had ever expected to be by Lincoln's actions. Had he not helped him through detox? Was he not there enough for Lincoln while transforming from Reaper back to Grounder? Bellamy hadn't the faintest idea. He didn't know a lot of things right now. But the sting of so many betrayals, coupled with the lack of understanding as to what point Bellamy had allowed himself to be so . . . emotionally invested in Lincoln, left him confused. And so, the Arker just threw himself in the work that needed to be done in Arkadia. Aiding where he could, and avoiding Lincoln.

Or well, at least not actively seeking him out. Lincoln was still here; Bellamy supposed that counted for something. But it wasn't until something reached Arkadia that Bellamy knew he -- for whatever reason -- was compelled to be the one to tell Lincoln. Maybe he already knew, considering it was the laws of his people. but none the less, Bellamy had to relay the message. Making his way to Lincoln's designated quarters, he noticed the door was open, and very slowly pushed it a bit more, seeing Lincoln standing there near his bed. Seeing him acknowledged just how futile his attempt to suppress his emotions had been. He was an absolute mess of them. "There's a kill order issued against you." For not following the rest of the Grounders in their retreat.

[Lincoln]

if i'm a danger to myself Just think what I could do to you Tag: Bellamy Blake

One second, that was all it had taken for everything to change. Just one split second for everything to be pulled inside out and turned upside down. And because of it Lincoln had been left broken. From the moment he had seen that dropship making planet fall he knew that nothing would be the same, that he wouldn't be the same. And then he had met him -- Bellamy.

Everything had been kicked into high gear after their first meeting. He had felt something for the man, something he himself hadn't understood. It confused and enticed it. And it drove him to chose Bellamy and Skaikru over his own people, putting their safety before his own, even before his clans. Indra would never truly forgive him for that nor would she ever trust him again.

And then there was his obsession with the red drug. He couldn't shake the addiction, not even after detoxing. Day and night was a struggle for him, a fight to beat back the desire for more. Lincoln remembered it all so clearly, the rush, the high, the thrill of it and it had been too much for him to resist in that tunnel.

So he had left Bellamy to die. And as that needle sank into his neck and the drug flooded his system, he had no regrets. He had them now of course. He had betrayed Bellamy. And he was so sure that nothing could repair the damage done.

All of his thoughts ceased when Bellamy's voice resounded through his room. Lincoln was facing the bed, his back to the other man, and his shoulders stiffened. "That isn't surprising." Lincoln had known that would happen--it was the way of his people. He had done them wrong, and he had to pay for that.

He didn't turn to look at the man but exhaled deeply. Lincoln didn't want to fight with him right now. He was tired; of fighting, of running, of always feeling lost. He just wanted to stop and rest. "Do you need something?"

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