Clarke

"Don't you dare leave me, Bellamy Blake." I sobbed the words out, clutching his hand to my chest. "Don't you dare." Octavia sat in silence on his other side, tears streaming down her cheeks, like me, clutching his hand to her, like me, but she was the dark mirror to me, not just in looks but in her present countenance. She was silent where I loudly wept. Where I was desperate, still begging for his life, she sat, already planning how best to get vengeance for his death, something I could see sat firmly in her eyes as what was about to become reality. She had already resigned herself to it, all that was left for her was for it to occur, for her to lose her last link to her early family. Her father, no where to be found. Her mother floated. And now her brother. Dying.

But not dead. Not yet. She shook her head. "No." Clarke muttered. "No. I won't let you. I won't let you leave me. I won't let you leave any of us." I looked around me and looked for... something. What I did not know. But something or someone here could help me save him. My mother and Jackson, trading off CPR, but his heart... his heart had stopped and nothing we were doing could get it started again. I browsed the crowd looking for that elusive thing, that thing that would put it all together. My eyes stuck twice on a guard from the Ark. I didn't know him. But I knew his equipment. Hell, I had been shocked with one of those sticks myself when I was arrested. A shock. Like a defibrillator. I stood and ran to him. I reached for it, but he evaded my grasp.

"What are you doing?" He asked, clearly alarmed.

"Give me your stick." I snarled. "Now."

"What? Why?"

"No time to explain. Give it to me, or I'll take it from you."

"Kid-" before he could get another word out, three of my fighters moved on him. Ready to do as I commanded, without understanding why. But even that didn't matter. I had already swiped his legs out from under him and dug my heel into his chest, reaching down to grab the stick.

"Mom!" I called out, running back to her.

"Good thinking Clarke." She said. "You'll have to amp it up somehow. Past the normal settings. If that works, remember..."

"It's gonna hurt him like hell. I know. But hurt like hell trumps dead." I looked around me again. I needed a way to super charge the device. "The Rover."

"They're too far away, Clarke." Murphy said, shaking his head. "By the time we get there and back,"

"Not that one. The one that wont run. Raven used it to jump the main car last month. And all I need is the battery." Miller had taken off before the words left my mouth. We had been performing CPR for over 10 minutes now. The prognosis... it was growing more and more dim with every passing second. Miller and a few others who had followed him, had ripped the battery out and all but threw it at my feet. My fingers couldn't attach the right cables, but a Grounder, one Raven had been teaching in exchange for... - I wasn't sure exactly, but did it really matter right now? - attached them where they needed to go. I took the charged baton in my hand, and I knelt before Bellamy, refusing to fixate on exactly how lifeless he seemed.

"Come back to me, my love." I whispered, holding the baton aloft, ready to deliver the charge. "Clear." I called out loudly, prompting everyone to cease touching his person. I pressed the baton against his heart and turned it on. Bellamy's entire torso rose from the ground with the shock, but his eyes remained closed. My mother checked his pulse.

"Again." She commanded with the confidence of a person who had revived more people than she could remember to count in her career.

"Don't Clarke. Don't torture his body." Octavia suddenly cut in, her eyes begging me. "He's gone. He's dead."

"No Octavia. Not yet."

"Clarke." She whimpered. "This isn't going to work. He's been dead nearly 20 minutes. Not even you can raise the dead." I snarled in response.

"Watch me."

Epilogue

"Don't run too fast, Ophelia!" Bellamy called out after our daughter before turning to me. "Teaching them to walk was a bad plan. We should have just told them they were incapable of walking. Carried them everywhere."

"She's with Octavia. Your sister isn't about to let anything happen to her niece."

"Not on purpose, no, but do you have any idea how many accidents can happen on Earth?!"

"You worry too much, Bell."

"You worry too little!" He was wrong of course. I was even more worried about Ophelia than he was. The fact that Ezra still held my hand was the only thing keeping my heart from bursting in fear. The fact that Bell was standing beside me, well and pacing around like a frantic idiot, that kept me upright. I worried about all of them, all the time. I worried about everyone who passed through my MedBay. I worried about each and every one of the 100. I worried about my Arkadians. I worried about the Grounders. I worried about each and every member of the tribes. I worried... always.

"Ezra. Would you like to go with your sister?" He shook his little head.

"Too fast."

"See? At least we have one sensible child."

"What if Uncle Murphy took you on a ride in the Rover?" I asked.

"Though apparently my wife has gone mad." Bell added, his eyes widened. Ezra ran off and tugged on Murphy's sleeve. The older boy's eyes lit up and he glanced at me for approval. I nodded and smiled, taking Bell's hand and pulling him away from the others. "I have to tell you something, Bell." I told him, cutting him off as he sputtered, trying to ask me what I was thinking. "Come on." I took his hand and led him through the woods, ignoring his constant questions. We hurried for nearly 20 minutes before finally reaching my destination. Lincoln's cave.

"A cave. You have to tell me something about a cave."

"Not just any cave. A cave that is very important in our history."

"Is it?"

"This is where Nyko and Lincoln saved Ophelia and Ezra." He looked up and his eyes traced the entryway.

"Hmm." He said, as if trying to decide if that was a good memory or not.

"It's where you found out about them too, if I recall correctly."

"It is." He allowed, actually smiling.

"So I thought it fitting."

"What is fitting?" He asked with a grin.

"That you find this out here."

"What? What are you talking about Clarke?" I took his hand and pulled it to my stomach, unable to keep the smile from my lips.

"Ophelia and Ezra are going to have one of the biggest families on Earth." I told him. "Even among the grounders, two children are a lot. But three, three is unheard of."

"Yes." He commented, staring into my eyes, trying to determine my words before I spelled it out too exactly for him.

"But I think we can manage."

"Are you asking if we should-" He began, a grin spreading across his face.

"I'm afraid I'm a bit late for that, Bell. Lincoln confirmed this morning. I'm pregnant."

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