2199 Days

[Clarke Griffin]

Bellamy Blake

The plan was to go, fix the satellite, make sure they could get into the Ark and then go back, just in time to catch the rocket to bring them to safety. Clarke, for once just had to reboot this thing with Bellamy. They had thought it would work from down there, but it didn't. She had to climb up and lose precious time, but she tried to go as fast as she could with Bellamy steadying and helping from down there, cheering her on. But truly, she thought he was just there to make sure she made it back. Time was running out on them and suddenly her objective shifted, making it back was secondary to her, bringing him back in time, that was what she wanted. She...might be able to survive down there after all. But as much as they hurried, they had to get it done or nobody would survive. As much as they ran afterwards, Clarke felt herself pray, that what she had done was the right thing. That they were all safe up there on the ring. 

Even as they ran, every step to her was accompanied by a silent prayer to whatever divine deity might listen, if there even was such a thing, to let her be able to save Bellamy from the radiation that was sure to kill him, if she could not make him a nightblood. Or even just to lessen her own ARS symptoms enough to try. 

It wasn't pretty. Bellamy, ever the gentleman all but pushed her into the lab before him, closing it behind him as both of them all but collapsed form ARS. But, her prayers seemed to have worked enough. She was able to push through the pain. She was able to push through the feeling of dying to get it done. Maybe she didn't get it properly, but all she could do was try. And that she did. She injected him with it just before her body finally collapsed under the pain of the ARS. 

There she lay, on the ground close to him, as her nightblood finally kicked in, slowly healing the burns and whatever else came with the radiation.

The light was dimmer when she woke up, somehow less aggressive than...whenever she was awake before. Yet she could not bring herself to move. She just...wanted to believe, for a moment, that all was well. And she did not want to reach out for Bellamy and find he might not have a pulse.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy could feel himself being pulled into consciousness. The seemingly overpowering darkness starting to fade as he could feel a light around him. He slightly groaned, moving his head to the side but even such a small gesture caused a throbbing to course through him. He groggily opened his eyes, the light being too bright right away, so he quickly closed them. But, realization hit him. Not because he remembered what happened -- as he was still trying to piece things together -- but rather . . . things were hardly at a calm down on the ground.

So whatever was happening, he needed to be aware of it. Forcing his eyes open, he blinked a few times, trying to take in his surroundings but it was all too fuzzy. Attempting to turn his head once more, he did so, only this time . . . he saw a figure next to him. Even in this haze, it was unmistakable. "Clarke?" He questioned, his voice more hoarse from . . . whatever the hell had happened. Which, he knew he needed to know about. He couldn't wait for his memory to recall recent events; he needed to know immediately. "What happened?" He asked, attempting to sit up.

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke watched, fascinated and in a weird way shocked and in wonder, how Bellamy woke slowly. She felt like throwing up, naturally. What happened to her was still taking its toll and a heavy one at that. But it seemed like it was no different for him. She still did not want to move a lot. Her body still ached, still struggled with the effects of ARS despite it all. At least it worked. At least Bellamy was alive. it would have been a horrible day if he was lost to this world. This world needed him, especially if they were to rebuild the earth, together, with those underground and up in space. "The wave." She said simply as she heard his question. It was so simply said, but it had such deep consequences.

"I gave you the treatment, Bellamy. The nightblood." Otherwise he would have probably died. She couldn't take the risk. He was here. She could save him. There was nobody else around. So many people they had wanted to save, but they couldn't. And now here they were. Even if some survived, the radiation would soon kill the others. And when they didn't speak, everything was silent. Not comfortably so, not now. The silence felt like a lack of life around them, like everything was left dead and bleak. The world had ended, once again. And now they were perhaps the last two people on the surface of the ground. "How are you feeling?"

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy tried to process what Clarke was telling him. The treatment. The nightblood. He attempting to recall what he could of it, and slowly . . . it was all coming back to him. "It worked?" He asked, the question only somewhat rhetorical. Obviously it worked, considering they were both alive. Now sitting up right, he finally was able to take in where they were. The lab. Back in the lab. So many questions started to flood his mind.

How much time had passed? Had the others made it to space? Where the others safe in the bunker? The questions raced through his mind at such a rapid pace that it only made his head hurt more. Her question helped them to slow -- somewhat -- so that he was able to answer. "I feel like crap," he answered honestly, with a slight scoff in his voice as if the answer was meant to be amusing. He looked over it, trying to determine how she was for, she looked pale. "How about you?" He asked, genuine concern in his voice.

[Clarke Griffin]

"I guess. You seem to be still alive. If not, you need to tell me now so I know I am hallucinating." Which she doubted. It was a little bit more ironic than intended. Clarke still felt like this was surreal, especially the fact that they were alone. But it could have been worse. It could have been so much worse. She could have been all alone and that was something that she did not want to experience. Five years all alone on a bleak planet, if she even survived that long. That was not even a guarantee. Eventually the two of them would have to try and go out. They would have to go and find food and water. There was only a limited supply here, one that would not last for five years, not for one person and certainly not for two. 

"I feel like...I have been burned alive and ran over by the rover." It was sad, but true, because she had basically been burnt alive, her insides were under so much stress, comparing that to the trauma caused by a car was not far off. "Lets just...ignore the world for a bit." They had to heal a little bit more. "Unless you are hungry. Are you?" She could use some water actually so she sat up and scrambled shakily to her feet to get the canteen of water she had closeby. Her still burnt hands slowly opened the canteen and held it out for him. He needed it more. He had a way closer brush with death than she did.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy faintly smiled with amusement at Clarke's words of hallucination. "I'd hope you'd at least see something better than me in a lab," he said teasingly, encouraging the mood of jokes despite the grim circumstances that surrounded them. Though, he supposed it could be worse. One of them, or both . . . could be dead. She described how she felt and Bellamy wished he could do something to help ease that pain that she was experiencing with a description like that.

"Sounds like a great idea," he told her, forcing himself to stand to his feet though belatedly realizing he may have been pushing too hard. He instead, watched her reach for the water after asking if he was hungry. "I don't think I can eat anything right now," he admitted. He felt nauseous more than anything. He knew he would have to start asking the important questions. But right now, he wanted to do as she said: ignore the world for a bit. "You first," he encouraged when she offered the water. Finally feeling like everything around him had stopped spinning, he looked at her. This time, really looked at her. "Clarke . . . " He began to say, his voice sincere in the words that would follow. "Thank you." For saving his life.

[Clarke Griffin]

"No, I think...if I would hallucinate anyone else it would be dad and that would give it away." Her father was dead, floated, there was no way he was real. If anything her mind would provide her with Bellamy, someone she still thought possible who was alive. But she had touched him. She knew he was alive. She had given him the night blood. Her mind would be extremely creative to imagine him alive and with her. Maybe it would be what her mind would do, had he not been alive with her there. To retain some form of sanity, if there was such a thing if there was any hope for it.

Clarke, for once, listened to him without hesitation. He drank and offered it to him again. It was a simple thought behind it: Bellamy could be as stubborn as she was. They could go back and forth, telling the other to drink or not and not get from this moment. So giving in was the best idea she had in that very moment. Once more she held the water out to him. "Drink, your body needs it." Both their bodies needed it.

"Bellamy...don't. Thank you for...staying. But also that was incredibly stupid and reckless of you! You should have gone up with the others. The chances of survival were so much better that way! What were you thinking?"

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Satsified when he saw her drink it, Bellamy did the same when offered. He drank as much as he needed, the cool sensation refreshing him. Apparently, he had needed it more than he thought he did. She told him not to thank her but in return, thanked him for staying. Before, being that typical Clarke and telling him it was stupid and reckless and that he should have gone up with the others. Yes. He remembered now. They had been successful with the satellite. The others had made it into space. That, was enough of a comfort . . . that they had their best chance at survival.

"I wasn't going to leave you behind," he told her. His words confident, without an ounce of hesitation or regret. Because, he didn't regret his actions. She was right; the chances of survival were better up there or in the bunker. It was true, he didn't even know how Clarke and him were going to survive these next few years. But he would do it again in a heartbeat. "We're in this together, Clarke." Always together. Or that was how it should be when it came to their leadership. There had been times when they'd shifted apart, been on opposite sides but right now . . . they were on the same one. And Bellamy much preferred it this way. "So that's what I was thinking," he said, passing her the water pack again. "That I'd rather take my chances down here with you, then be up in that pod without you." And in the process, leave her behind. She had made a sacrifice for them, and Bellamy hadn't been willing to let her do it alone.

[Clarke Griffin]

"But the others." Clarke complained. "They might need you." They probably would. Bellamy, like her, had done something down here, that others weren't willing or able to do: To do what it took. Bellamy, when it came to it, made hard decisions, decided to kill if he had to. He was willing to sacrifice people as well. They needed people like that. The others were great in their fields, but doing what had to be done, that might break some of them. Clarke closed her eyes. She was grateful, of course, that he was here, but they needed him. They needed him way more than they could need her or than she probably needed him. She, in a way, deserved to be alone. And yet she was very, very grateful to have him here.

"Thank you." She finally said. Even though she didn't think she was necessarily worth it. It would probably be helpful to have him around. And if anyone could survive down here, alone and with minimal resources, it might be them. They could do what they had to do and they would do it. 

"We could try and get up and get to a proper bed. I think our backs might thank us eventually." She sat up, tried to stand up and look around. She was shaking, badly. Walking was not there, but perhaps slowly crawling might do the trick. Bellamy she could trust with her weakness in this regard as well. He would not judge her. "What do you think?" Maybe together they might make it relatively fast and so rest. Resting was perhaps the best thing they could do.

"Or we...sleep a bit down here. Our bodies need rest."

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Need him. Bellamy didn't bellieve anyone needed him. He had made far too many mistakes, but hearing Clarke think so . . . well, it meant a great deal to him. "I'm sure they'll manage," he said dismissively towards himself being needed up there. The fact that Clarke would have been on her own down here . . . well, as previously determined, he was relieved that she was not alone.

"They have each other," he told her, as if to speak aloud his thoughts. He smiled a bit at the thought of a bed . . . and their grateful backs. "I think that's easier said than done," he said a bit teasingly, but it was true. "For once, looks like we actually have time to rest." Otherwise, there was constantly a threat upon them. Constantly something to do, or their people to protect. Right now, it was just about them. About the other. Bellamy finally gathered what little strength he had, gripping the edge of the table to stabilize him. Once he felt like he could keep his balance at least for a few moments, he extended his hand to help Clarke up. "Ready?" He asked. To stand. To move. To . . . survive.

[Clarke Griffin]

Bellamy Blake

He was right. They did have each other. And they had the most important members of their little group up there for their little six year space vacation - if one wanted to call it that: Namely Raven and Monty. They could run the Ark, they could take care of the life support systems and of the algae and water. They would be fine. Then there was Murphy with his impecible survival instinct. They would be fine. He was right. Clarke had no such skills. She wouldn't have been a loss to them either way. Quite on the contrary even, probably. "They will be." She agreed with Bellamy. He would be usefulup there. He had great diplomatic skills and there were problematic beings up there, which had to be kept in check. Maybe Emori could, but Bellamy would be ideal to ensure they would get along.

Time to rest...a luxury down here, but something they might have plenty of now, probably unlike the others. In the bunker and up in space they would have to constantly work to stay alive. While getting food would become a problem, down here, too, life support would not be, not for the two of them at least. They could eventually leave this place, find food, water maybe. Water should be safe enough for them soon enough. Until that point there was still some here, she assumed, unless they took all of it onto the rocket. Then they might have to go sooner. But for now, they had to rest. Their bodies would need it in order to heal.

Clarke watched Bellamy struggle up and hold his hand out to her. Ever the gentleman, his mother really did raise him to be a good guy. Clarke took his hand and struggled up herself. "As ready as I can be." She admitted. She could be readier. Or not. But it didn't matter. They had to push through and for that she was ready. Moving worked enough so she was sure they could get to a place where they could actually rest. Maybe this could become a base for them? Or maybe they could go find the bunker, join the others.

"Hey...maybe we can go to the bunker when we are healed up, join the others. You could be with your sister again." And she with her mom.