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He rolled his eyes at Bellamy’s statement about taking out the chancellor’s son. Seemingly unaffected but deep down he was concerned about that little fact. Threats had already been made and who knew how long it was until someone got the bright idea and was ruthless enough to actually go through with it. His concern wasn’t so much for himself although he definitely didn’t want to die, but for Clarke. Without him, who would protect her and keep her alive and safe? None of them could be trusted with the task, not Finn and least of all Bellamy. He had to survive, for her. “That’s some really interesting insight there Bellamy,” he said with sarcasm, not something he was very accustomed too. “But I can handle myself. And besides playing the hero really doesn’t suit you.” Another jab at the older man, again knowing that’s not what he wanted to get across. It would be slightly amusing if they weren’t discussing how a one of the criminals would eventually attempt to kill him.

He just needed to stick around long enough for everyone on the ark to come down since that was inevitable. The state of the ark was a secret he wasn’t exactly going to share with the others. It was the same secret that had ruined his relationship with Clarke. He listened to Bellamy speak about, or well mock his suggestion. Keeping his jaw visibly clenched as he tried to suppress the anger brewing within. But was ultimately unsuccessful. “You got any better ideas,” he said finally standing up abruptly, his voice raised slightly. “Sure, maybe we could survive for a month, hell even two if we’re lucky. But when winter sets in we’ll freeze to death, if whoever shot a spear through Jasper doesn’t kill us first.” It was infuriating that nobody could see what he saw. “But I bet you never thought about that, huh. This whole act has gone too far,” his voice lowered again, trying to appeal to Bellamy’s humanity if it even existed. Why? He wasn't sure yet. “You’re going to get them all killed.” And for what? Mount Weather was their only shot at survival.

So this was happening then. They were going together. He felt butterflies in his stomach at thought and tried to digest them so that he could concentrate on her words. It was silly to get this excited about going to a ball with her. Usually he found these events tedious often sneaking out to hang out with her anyway. But they were too old for that now. He nodded with a smile when she mentioned her parents. He knew them well of course, and Clarke must have known that his father was the same. He was supposed to get out more too, much preferring a game chess with Clarke any day though. It was the first year they were expected to bring dates and he could think of no one better to go with. Even if it was just as friends, though deep down he wished it was a real date. That perhaps in the future they could become more. But for now he was content to be her friend date.

At least until she continued. He almost couldn’t believe his ears, afraid to ask her to repeat herself just in case he heard her wrong. “Kiss?” It’s all he heard, drowning out the words she continued to say after. Though Wells wouldn’t publicly admit it, he’d never even kissed a girl before. Always secretly holding on to the hope that his friendship with Clarke would progress into something more, and now it seemed that opportunity had arrived. But then she mentioned him being her best friend. Furrowing his eyebrows it confused him. Wells didn’t want to push Clarke, or risk her taking back the offer but he needed to be sure. “So are we going as friends or…?” Was this going to be a real date. He needed to know where he stood before they continued.

Wells clenched his jaw at Bellamy’s harsh words. It wasn’t anything he didn’t expect to hear but that didn’t make the words hurt any less or his reaction any less disappointing. He didn’t know a thing about love? Bellamy crossed a line with that. It wasn’t true. Wells did know what love felt like. His love for Octavia was the only thing he was certain of in this world and nothing Bellamy could say would take that away from him; from them. Of course he would protect her. The situation certainly wasn’t ideal, but this was the card they’d been dealt. Wells was terrified but he wasn’t stupid, no matter what, Octavia would be safe.

“You’re wrong,” he said in a low voice, his hands balled up into fists. It was the first time he’d properly stood up to Bellamy throughout the entire altercation. “I may be terrified but Octavia loves me and nothing you can say or do will change that.” And he loved her, as he’d said not a moment before. “We’re having this kid, my kid, and that means no one is going to lay a finger on her.” It was time they got past this. His father was strict but he wasn’t heartless. He wouldn’t harm his own son, or his own grandchild. So if Bellamy wasn’t going to be on board, then they’d raise the kid themselves. "Who else knows?" This was their secret but it couldn’t stay that way for long. “No one, just me, Octavia and now you.” They’d stolen a pregnancy test to confirm it. “I just…I thought you had a right to know first. Before we tell my father.” Now that, was going to be a hell of a conversation.

At the offer, Wells perked up. Smiling at Bellamy’s tease about getting him into shape. “That would be great! You really mean that? Cause I could sure use all the help I can get.” With how hard the trainers were going to push him, he’d need to be ready. And he couldn’t think of a better way. “When do we start?” He asked with a smirk, but still with poorly hidden eagerness in his tone. Bellamy inspired him in the way an older brother would. Having known him for so long, Wells couldn’t help but look up to him and hope to become even half the guard he was. Combat was something he was good but not great at, puzzles and strategy had always been his strong suit. But under Bellamy’s leadership, he was sure he could change that. Maybe throw a punch next time instead of just taking them.

Wells followed Bellamy out of the locker room, a smile on his face. Maybe these years of training would be the worst years of his life as Wells had anticipated. Things were looking up. “I wish you were joking but,” he shrugged his shoulders, giving a short laugh. Wells knew only too well how protective his father could be. Certain Bellamy probably had similar feelings towards his own father. Yet another thing they had in common. “It’s not too bad is it?” He asked pointing at his face. In the locker room there had been mirrors but after the fight, the young Jaha dreaded to look in any of them too long. The numbness had somewhat subsided only to be replaced by a dull pain, and the taste of dried blood on his lips.

The dropship? Wells’ eyes canvased the room, making note of everything familiar about it, trying to piece together exactly why he was in there. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion when she mentioned a little girl. “What?” He really must have lost a lot of blood because he can’t have heard her right. And then he remembered, or at least he remembered flashes. Something about nightmares and seeing his face in them. And then sharp excruciating pain and intense fear. The realisation dawned on him. He couldn’t recall the details but there were enough pieces for him to relive the important parts. “Charlotte,” he barely whispered. Because he couldn’t believe it himself. That a young girl could do this. She was supposed to be the most innocent among them. How could this happen? Murphy, he could've expected it from. Hell even Bellamy. But not Charlotte.

“My…my hand.” Wells couldn’t bring himself to look turning his head to look at Clarke instead. He held on to foolish hope that he may have remembered the events wrong; that she didn’t cut off his fingers. Tears stung his eyes as Wells slowly became more aware of the pain. It was almost enough to make him wish he hadn’t woken up. That he’d just stayed unconscious.

No. He couldn’t think like that. Clarke was here so it was safe to assume that she was the one who had saved his life. He needed to fight. To hold on. For her. “Clarke,” he breathed. “I’m scared.” Right now, he wasn’t the guy who risked everything to be her protector. Instead he was just a boy with his best friend, admitting how terrified he was of the pain. Of dying.

“I am. Jaha, right?” He nodded in confirmation. So she knew him. Hopefully that wouldn’t prove to be a problem. Strangers reacted to him differently, and it was usually completely based on their opinion of his father. It wasn’t always fair, but Wells had learned to deal with it. He didn’t like to complain. He just hoped Mel wouldn’t judge him before at least getting to know him a little better. Though based on past experience that seemed to be unlikely.

“What is it?” He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion for a moment before pulling himself from his thoughts and answering her. “Don’t worry it’s just water,” he said with a smile, hoping to reassure her. She seemed very hesitant; cautious. Which he supposed was understandable. She’d been through a lot, and not just physically. It would take some time for those deeper wounds to heal, and so Wells didn’t take her apparent distrust personally. He was still some stranger. She had a right to be wary. His smile grew however and relief filled him when she finally took a sip. Taking it as a sign that maybe she was beginning to trust him. He didn’t mean any harm after all.

“What happened to your leg?” He looked down at it for a moment as she mentioned it. “It’s nothing.” He didn’t want her feeling concern for him. Especially not in the state she was in. “It broke on the way down here from space,” he glanced up for a moment, briefly remembering the traumatic descent. “Rough ride, huh.” It was something they both had in common. They were both injured in the descent. And seeing as she was the only one they found from her station, they’d both lost people too, he thought, remembering his father’s sacrifice to save them. “And you?” He asked nodding towards her injuries. Wells suspected she’d give the same answer, but he wanted to ask anyway.