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They all grieve for Clarke in their own ways. Bellamy does it privately, as he does most things, and spends the rest of his time throwing himself into taking care of their people. He knows that's what Clarke would want, and eventually the pain of losing her turns into a dull ache that he mostly manages to push aside.
Raven never does get the comm systems up. They can't talk to the bunker, so all Bellamy can do is hope Octavia and the rest are okay. He tries not to worry, because if he does, he knows he'll go crazy. Raven asks after him more than anyone else, and he lets her be a support system for him. She helps.
Still, it's like the others are always there. Someone will tell a joke or a story or just mention something offhand, and suddenly they'll all be reminded of Clarke, or Octavia, or Jasper or Kane or Abby. At first, it's like twisting a knife, but eventually, it becomes a way to stay sane. Seven people trapped together on a space station, force feeding themselves algae while they ride out the end of the world doesn't exactly breed positivity. They need every coping mechanism they can get.
Eventually, they become a family, with all the good and bad that entails. There are more than a few close calls, times when Monty and Raven have to cobble together a solution to some part of the station falling apart, and it pushes they closer together, closer than they've ever been. Bellamy tries to keep everyone's spirits up, but they count down the days obsessively anyway. After being on earth, space feels like a prison.
As their five years tick down, it quickly becomes apparent that Raven and Monty won't be able to get them back in time. That's when things really begin to break down, when the hunger and isolation start to take their toll, because they have no date to look forward to anymore. Bellamy starts to play peacemaker more and more, and he has about a thousand more of those heartfelt talks. He does his best to hide the fact that he's halfway to tearing a hole in the hull, but he knows he's doing a bad job of covering it up, because as much as Clarke once told him to use his head, a part of him will still always be all heart.
Finally, Raven figures something out in an insanely genius way that he can't follow and that blows him away, as usual, and they're on their way back to the ground, one year and one month overdue.
They take as much as they can and aim for the only spot of green they can see, a decent trek from where Polis used to be, and Raven somehow manages a bumpy but otherwise safe landing in the same ship they went up in. It's surreal, and Bellamy can't get his emotions in order—some mix of relief and excitement and dread that he can't untangle. But Earth feels like home now, as blighted and half destroyed as it is. They need to get to the bunker. He's terrified of what they might find. They're forced to spend the first few days setting up a makeshift camp, and as much as they try, Raven can't fix their only radio, or the comm systems in the rocket. Bellamy feels like he's vibrating out of his skin, wondering what's happened to Octavia, but they all agree to stay where they are and gather up supplies for the trip to what was once Polis.
They don't see anyone else.]
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She doesn't know anything about them. She doesn't want to know anything about them; she's one of two only survivors on Earth that she knows of, and she now has a responsibility to protect the other one. She recalls something brief that Raven had once said about the Eligius Corporation, how they'd sponsored a mining colony in the asteroid belt, and had adapted Nightblood as a means of combating deep-space radiation. But they were hardened criminals that had been sent to mine materials, not the ordinary citizens originally on the thirteen orbiting stations that had become the Ark, and she doesn't trust any of them to be anything but murderous.
Especially now; no doubt any one of them would kill herself and Madi for their supplies and the rover, and the rights to the green paradise she's kept watch over for six years. So she kills a few of their scouts first — picks them off one by one with her scoped rifle.
They send more after that and Clarke leads them into the dense wilderness of her new green place, hoping to lure them into traps. It's then that she hears another ship break atmosphere, sees it descend toward the other end of the oasis, and Clarke's mouth falls open in shock. Is it finally them? Madi asks her, curious and fearful, but this time she knows it is. It's the same rocket she'd seen from the communications tower, hurtling into space just before the deathwave hit.
Bellamy's there. He's there, I know it.
They have to race on foot, because she's hidden the rover out of sight of the Eligius miners and their path back to it is blocked. But Clarke finds she has no trouble running, careful to allow Madi to keep pace with her as they head toward the site of the landing. It takes at least three days across the expanse of green to reach the burnt-out husks of trees that saw the firing of the rocket's boosters as it landed.
When she finally sees the clearing where they make camp, she can't help herself — Clarke raises her voice to be heard above the trees, shouting his name despite the fact that it might draw the attention of their pursuers as well. ]
Bellamy! —
GOOD I'M GLAD
Truth be told, Bellamy could use the solitude. He's had years to deal with Clarke's death, to deal with the fact that he left her behind, and to deal with the fact that he has no idea what's happened to Octavia. Being back on Earth has dredged all those feelings back up, made the wounds feel fresh again. He tries to focus on being here, on being home, on trading the droning machine hum of the Ark for the rustle of the wind in the trees and the trilling of birds, but some days are just worse than others. Some days, he can't stop thinking of Maya, or Fox, or Jasper, or Lincoln, and this is one of those days.
Which is why he thinks, when he hears a woman calling his name, he could almost swear it's Clarke.
He shuts that down immediately, pulls himself to his feet. It's Harper or Raven, maybe Emori. Something's wrong, and before he can think about it he's running for the edge of the clearing, rifle slung over her shoulder, eyes locking on a flash of blonde in the trees. Not Harper's darker shade, but platinum.
He freezes. His heart is in his throat, and for a second he can't seem to breathe quite right. It can't be. It can't be. His voice comes out ragged, choked quiet.]
Clarke?
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Madi is at her side, looking on confusedly from herself to Bellamy and back again as they stand rooted to the spot looking at each other, but Clarke only has eyes for him. Slowly her expression filters from disbelief and concern to surprise, and then her lips curve upward in a grin.
And then she's bounding forward, leaping through the brush into the clearing and heading directly for him. She collides with him bodily, wrapping every part of herself around him that she possibly can, her voice high-pitched and reedy. ]
...When I didn't hear from you and you didn't return, I thought the worst, but —
[ — but she always held out hope. he'd taught her how to do that, from the first time she'd thought him dead after the grounder attack on the dropship, and he'd survived. ]
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We're fine. We're all fine.
[She's fine. In fact, she seems more than fine. It's overwhelming, and for a second, all he can do is bury his face in the crook of her shoulder, breathing past the sudden tightness in his chest.]
The nightblood worked.
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He's nuzzling into the space between her shoulder and her neck, that place that's always been his, that he's claimed before time and again when they've reunited. Somehow that makes this moment even more real to her, and she dimly registers his murmured words. ]
It worked, [ she agrees, with a sigh — through no small amount of suffering prior to that, and weeks where she was certain she was going to die, but ultimately her new status as a natblida had ensured her survival.
That reminds her — she pulls away from his embrace just slightly, arms still wrapped around him but enough so that she can turn her head back to where Madi waits in the trees, still uncertain, shifting her weight from foot to foot. ] — Madi, come here, it's okay. [ When the girl cautiously obliges, Clarke smiles and ruffles the top part of her knit hat. ] Bellamy, this is Madi — Madi, Bellamy.
[ And Clarke is grinning as she regards her charge, the smile still in her eyes when she shines them back on him. ] Also a Nightblood. I found her outside of the ruins of Polis.
[ Then just as quickly her expression changes again; he would likely already know, if they'd tried their short-range radios. ] Bellamy, we can't reach them. The bunker's gone quiet.
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Have you been to the bunker? Any signs of them?
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[ She doesn't need to remind him that those twelve clans, those twelve hundred souls locked away had only enough food and water resources for five years...and it's been six.
But there's something even more pressing than that, and that's when she recalls the prisoner transport ship and the fact that the miners from Eligius are bearing down on them even as they speak. She keeps a tight, insistent hold on his arm. ] We have more problems than just that. We need to get everyone back to camp and moving east — we need to double back around to get the rover so that we can get everyone out of here for the meantime.
[ She grabs at him, urgently. ] We're being followed. I'll explain on the way.