The narrow cave was dark and damp and Bellamy was shivering, but it wasn't from the cold. Shadowed memories made their way into his brain and he handed Octavia his torch. The light wasn't steady in his trembling hands and he didn't want the others to realize how terrified he was. They kept going as quietly as they could, when Bellamy realized he didn't recognize his surroundings, remembering suddenly that, the last time, he spent half the way blindfolded. He decided not to mention that and kept walking.

Bellamy couldn't get Clarke out of his mind. He had kissed her, he didn't plan to, but he thought that he might not see her again. That was his last wish, if he died, a kiss from the woman he loved. He had managed to get that wish, without the dying part thank god, but now if he found her, he couldn't be sure if she had kissed him back because she felt the same, or if it was just the heat of the moment.

A loud noise shook him out of his thoughts and he stopped dead in his tracks. Something like a growl echoed through the walls. The sound was horribly familiar to Bellamy.

Reapers

As the sound kept becoming louder, they realized that the reapers were coming for them. They didn't have much time. Bellamy turned around and ordered the others t run, and they did, like their lived depended on it.

Quite literally.

Bellamy heard a scream but he continued running, he ducked, he jumped, he stumbled but he never stopped. He grabbed Octavia's hand and pushed her forward to keep her on sight. When they reached the metal door, the one the mountain men had walked him through after he was tagged harvest, they were panting and trying desperately to catch their breaths. Miller appeared behind Octavia with a bleeding scar on his left cheek.

Bellamy turned to him. "Are you okay?"

He wiped the blood of his face hastily."I'm fine, lets just get the fucking door open"

Bellamy nodded and with whatever strength they had left, they grabbed anything useful they could find around them and broke the lock. With a few kicks Miller got the door opened, pushed everyone inside and shut the door behind him with a loud thump.

"Follow me!" Bellamy's shout should have been lower but in the moment he really didn't care.

They ran hoping there were no cameras in the corners. Bellamy burst through the door, in the room they used to keep him locked in a cage in and tried not shudder. He spotted Clarke immediately, hung upside down, pale as ever. Thankfully there was no one around but Bellamy told the others to cover him just in case. He found a way to lower her down and hovered over her. She was motionless and she seemed thinner than usual. He remembered what Maya had used to wake him up and sure enough he found a thick, white syringe in no time. While he was trying to steady his hands, he took in her small frame, noticing scars all over her back and stomach. Scars he most definitely didn't have. Rage filled his veins and he suddenly wanted to murder everyone in this freaking mountain.

He landed the syringe in her arm and her eyes fluttered open weakly. Bellamy fell on his knees. Cupping her cheeks, he whispered her name and begged her to answer him.

Clarke let out a muffled sob. "Bell... you're alive, I.. I thought...you..." her voice broke.

"I promised i'd find you princess, didn't I?" he smiled sadly at her and she spread out her hands travelling her palms all over his torso as if she was trying to see if he was real.

"Clarke, what's wrong?" Tears filled her eyes and she let out a little chock. Unable to speak she pointed behind him and he turned, noticing for the first time, a little cassette player.

Unwilling to let her go, he wrapped an arm around her while the other reached for the cassette, pressing "play" lightly, not even closed to prepared of what he was about to hear. His voice..., well more like his screams and cries, came from the speakers louder than he expected and Clarke brought her hands in her ears trying to block the sounds out, shut her eyes and whispered "Not again, not again" over and over and over again.

Bellamy threw the player across the room, sending it shattered to the floor ending his anguished screams. He glanced at the tiny girl in his arms, who was clutching at the thin fabric of his shirt tightly, and he was furious...

Furious with the people that had done that to her, furious that they had recorded him when he was tortured, furious with the world for being so cruel to the girl who had his heart, furious with himself that he had let her go.

She shouted Miller's name and he walked into the room panicking. "Is she okay?"

"She's fine..." Bellamy's voice came out hoarse like he was trying to convince himself along with Miller "...but we have to move now! Get Octavia and two of the warriors to search the way we came in and tell Indra and the rest of them to go and create any kind of distraction so we can slip out of here without the reapers chasing us." Miller nodded, walked out for a couple of minutes that were enough for Bellamy to whisper a few soothing words in Clarke's ear and leave a kiss in her temple. When Miller returned he offered to carry Clarke but Bellamy refused. "But Bellamy you're still injured, you barely got any sleep.."

"This isn't up for discussion Miller, you concentrate on watching our backs." He lifted Clarke in his arms, she was lighter than he imagined and that worried him, her head fell against his shoulder, every colour drained from her face.

They walked quickly through the empty hallways when they heard a small chuckle behind them. "Told you, he'd bring back the strongest" Bellamy turned, horror filling his eyes, as he saw the son of president Wallace with a few guards around him,loaded with guns. He didn't have any idea of what they were going to do. They were pretty much fucked. As a miracle Octavia and Indra appeared behind the new president and his guards stabbing and slashing each and everyone of them with their swords. Octavia grabbed a tone generator out of a guard's pocket and threw it to Miller.

"What are you staring at idiots? RUN!"

And so they did. Out of mountain weather back to their world, Octavia, Indra and the warriors following closely behind them. When they offered to take Clarke from him so he could rest he didn't even glance at them, he just looked at the sleeping girl in his arms and he regained strength.

When they made it back to camp, and through the gates, everyone gathered around them shouting. Abby, with the help of Jackson, took Clarke from his arms and Bellamy fell to the ground, shaking from exhaustion his eyesight getting blurry and finally passing out, among the crowd that gathered around him.

Hours later, when he woke up, Octavia was next to him, holding his hand. "Hey, how are you feeling?" she asked with a soft tone as soon as he opened his eyes.

Bellamy stood on his elbows looking around him. He was in his tent, with several blankets over his body, a can of water and several meals in the makeshift table and a passed out Raven in a chair across Octavia. Bellamy laid his eyes on his sister smiling weakly. "I'm fine O. I guess i just needed rest"

"You still do Bell, its the middle of the night, go back to sleep." She traced circles up his arm in order to get him back to sleep. But come on, this is Bellamy we're talking about.

He smiled at her and stood up carefully leaving a quick kiss on the top of her head. "Thank you for being there to save us. I love you O, remember that... You can take my bed if you'd like, i have to do something."

Octavia scolded and chuckled simultaneously, which Bellamy found hilarious. "She's in her tent." Bellamy nodded and walked out already feeling a bit better when the cool air met his face.

He peaked his head inside her tent, checking if she was asleep. He observed her chest rising and falling evenly and he walked in approaching her bed. She was sleeping in a calm silence, which was weird for the camp, but maybe it came from him, that calming feeling that he got in chest when he saw Clarke.

He lowered his head, gently pushing her hair out of her face, and pressing a light kiss on her forehead. Just as he was about to go, she grabbed his hand and whispered. "Don't leave."

He slipped under the covers and settled next to her, wrapping both arms around her waist and bringing her close. "Never again, princess."

When she kissed him he felt like the air had vanished, he titled his head, deepening the kiss and relaxing into her warmth. She pulled away and smiled at him, and Bellamy felt like he was melting.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck after, and Bellamy kissed her arms, hands, nose and head until she fell asleep against him. And when he woke up and they were all tangled up and their breaths were in perfect sync, he knew, things would get better and for the first time believed that earth was indeed, a magical place.

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