It's all worth it ( English version )

Meet the Scooby Gang

Bellamy was able to enjoy the way to Buffy's house without any problems. No other vampires ahead. So he could enjoy the presence of his beloved friend at his side. She walked lightly in front of him so that he could admire her without moderation, detailing every curve of her body, every wave of her hair, every detail that he had missed so much even though it had only been a couple of days for him. When we feel like you've lost someone forever, time is not the same. We then learn to revel in every blessed moment that life is willing to give us. And that's what he was doing now. Finally, from his own point of view, because everyone knows that every minute spent burying all those unspoken things could only be a waste. And he knew it too, deep down inside. But he wasn't ready, not yet. For now, only the satisfaction of knowing that she was alive and close to him filled him with joy.

Clarke, as usual, was trying to contain her overflow of emotions, which she found a little harder to hide than usual. The joy of finding Bellamy, and Octavia, of course. The adrenaline of her first fight against a vampire during her interrupted training. But also the small disappointment that Bellamy was not more demonstrative during their reunion. She would have hoped that this misadventure would have made him react, but in fact, their relationship would still remain friendly. She was beginning to wonder if she didn't sometimes imagine all the signals he was sending her. Of course, she had had the urgent need to hold him close to her, she even hesitated for a quarter of a second to cover her lips with his, eventually. Finally she had changed her mind, waiting for him to make the first move. Again. Always. And then she had told herself that the most important thing was that he was there. Because she had believed that she would never again be able to plunge her soul into his, that she would never again be able to curl up against him whenever she felt the need, that she would never again have the opportunity to tell him that she loved him so much for all those years that this love was tearing her inside, that she was suffocating and burning with desire with every touch of her skin... She had almost never had that chance again. Should it also have forced her to make things happen and take the lead in moving their relationship forward? It certainly should have! Unfortunately, it's when each one waits for the other to start that nothing happens. And there again, they were in total symbiosis, paralyzed by the fear of change, of rejection, even though each of their instincts told them that everything would go well, that they were destined for each other.

Once again, the two of them pushed back their real aspirations as they walked through the almost deserted streets of Sunnydale. Clarke couldn't help but smile as he heard Octavia flood Buffy with questions, each one more zany than the next, about these fighting techniques and her story. The young Blake seemed captivated. If there was one person in the world who could appreciate this strange world where the watches were real, there was no doubt that it was Octavia Blake.

Bellamy, however, broke the silence between the two of them: "You tell me?"

"I'll try to make it short if I can, we'll have plenty of time to go into details when we get home, I hope. I arrived here a little less than a week ago. I must admit that I was totally freaked out when I realized that I was neither in the same place, nor at the same time, nor even in the same world actually, completely alone, without you, without all of you. I strolled around the city looking for all the information I could find. Luckily I had my bag on me when the gate sucked me in, and fortunately it was the same change, so I was able to find a room for the night and some food. I wandered around like this for 2 days, and I was starting to lose hope...But I didn't want to let melancholy win me over. I had to be strong and find a solution. The second night I lingered a little longer in my search and I came home just after sunset. I was attacked by one of those...things. Well, attack is a big word, he/she had the features of a young girl crying at the entrance of a dark alley. I wanted to see what was wrong and help her and once out of sight of passers-by she revealed her true nature."