How Deep Is Your Love

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy was just returning from a hunting trip and he could already feel it about half way back. By the time he reached the gate, it was in full force. Whatever sickness that had been going around, was one that he had caught. He staggered through the gates, hearing questions of whether he was ok and just nodded. He knew where he had to go -- the same containment the others who were sick did. But there was something he had to do first.

Three years ago, a woman -- the first he had slept with since arriving to Earth -- had given birth to their daughter. She passed away a few months after due to a sickness, leaving Bellamy alone in raising her. Though technically, he wasn't alone. At the time she had been the first baby, a mark of the new generation of Earth and a sign of their establishment here. She had a loving aunt who cared for her and friends all around. He knew that no one could take the place of her mother and that was something he spent every second of every day trying to compensate for.

Now, he would need to find someone he trusted to look after her. It made his heart ache to know that he couldn't see her, and that made him feel more sick than the actual illness did. He felt the first wave of nausea coming up, but he swallowed it back, needing to talk to a certain someone before he went to quarantine. He knocked on the door of Braeden's residence. She had been one of the first to contract the illness, which meant that she was fully healed and wouldn't get it again. He trusted her. More than the temporary babysitter he had left Aeliana in the charge of. And right now, he needed her to do him this favor.

[Braeden Quinn]

Braeden Quinn felt like hell! So when someone knocked on her door she groaned to herself. Pushing from the bed she walked toward her slowly, feeling better but still tired. The sickness that had bene going around had hit her sooner then the others, but thankfully she had been a quick healer--or the sickness was short lived or something. She rather thank herself rather then blame the sickness so she was going to say she beat it. THAT made her sound better.

Pulling open the door she took one look at Bellamy and almost reached for him but held back. He was clearly sick! "Damn it, Blake! Go to med bay!" Where the others were roped off for protection! He looked like hell, and she didn't invite him in because he wasn't staying! He was going to med bay, and get all doctored up! Stepping out of her cabin she shut the door and waiting for him to begin walking. "You should be there!"

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She saw him and demanded that he go to med bay. He should. He would. But first, he needed to talk about his daughter. "I'm going," he assured her, making it clear that he had no intention of avoiding the inevitable. It wasn't about taking care of himself for him . . . he had learned long ago that he needed to be healthy to help lead their people. And now, he needed to be healthy for his daughter. "I need you to take care of Aeliana," he said, getting right to the chase.

"You're healed from the sickness, and you won't contract it again. I need you to look after her until I'm able to." It killed him, not being able to care for her. Not being able to see her for what would be at least days. His heart ached at the thought and he tried not to dwell on it during this convesration. He already missed her. Hell, he missed her the second he stepped outside the gates to hunt. "Can you do that?" He didn't always leave people with an option, but he needed to know Braeden's committment to this, because he couldn't take the risk where his daughter was involved. And this was the firs time that he would ask her to care for Aeliana in his absence.

[Braeden Quinn]

"I'm going,"Good! This thing was spreading like wildfire--an metaphor she only just started understanding since being on the ground--and he would be out for a few days. "I need you to take care of Aeliana," What? "What?" Why? "Why?!" "You're healed from the sickness, and you won't contract it again. I need you to look after her until I'm able to." No! She knew how to handle grown men--not little girls! GUNS! Grounders! Things that she could hit of they got out of line! "Don't you have a sister? Isn't that like the Blake way?" Have siblings to do things for you.

Her tone wasn't hateful, but confused. Why her? She was hid friend, and she felt strongly for him--but neither of those things made her a good care taker! "Can you do that?" Braeden shifted her feet and looked around as if trying desperately to find out if she was being tricked or (more importantly) to see if there was anyone else around to do the job.

His trust in her meant a lot--and she was deeply aware that he did not leave his daughter with just anyone, but the idea of being responsible for a child was one of the major reasons she wasn't a mother! And yet she knew that the next few days would be hell for him (sickness wise) and if this was his request then . . . . .

Then this would be the biggest mistake they ever made, or somehow she would pull this off. "I can do this." She assured him. "Where is she now?"

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Braeden Quinn

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She asked him the reason as to why he wasn't asking Octavia and well, it was a legitimate question. Octavia would have been his first choice, especially since she was his daughter's aunt and she was fantastic with her -- which came as no surprise. "She's sick," Bellamy explained. "I can't risk Aeliana getting sick," he added on, finding it increasingly difficult to stay standing. He swallowed back a wave of nausea, preventing it from coming up right now.

"She's with Monty and Jasper right now." Temporary baby sitters, but not long term ones. That was where Braeden came in. Her words before the question however finally processed, as she confirmed that she could do this. He felt a wave of relief wash over him -- amidst that building sickness. "Thank you," he said, his voice filled with sincerity and genuine appreciation. "Everything you'll need for her is in my cabin. She'll know." She was old enough, and more independent than most others her age . . . not that there were a lot of them down here. "Is there anything else you need to know right this second?" There was a lot he could tell her, but he didn't have time. He just wanted to check and make sure there was nothing pressing or of urgent importance. He was trusting her with his daughter. He was trusting her with his life.

[Braeden Quinn]

Anything she needed to know? Yeah! How the hell she was supposed to keep something that small alive until he could get out! She didn't know anything about kids, and there was a very clear reason why she wasn't a mother now--she didn't want them! She wanted to work on her career and not have to take care of something that small and would need her that much! "No, just go to bed may, damn it!" She snapped at him, but it was clear her tone was more concerned the angry. "I got this! I'll make it work!" She side stepped him, pulling her door shut, and waited for him to start walking before she did. "Look I get that parents always worry, but I'm not going to screw this up." She promised, "So don't worry about her. I will get my mother to help, too, so just go get better, and rest." The rest was for Braeden to deal with, and she didn't fail at things! She made sure that whatever she did, she did it with the best of her ability. "I'll tell her you said hi." She tossed back to him, making sure he was going to med bay, before she went to find Aeliana.