Like Shepherds (A Bellarke FanFic)

Chapter 1: Landing

Hi! My name's Kennedy! I haven't updated either of my fan-fics (my Dan Smith one or my Calum Hood one) for several reasons. BUT I began watching the series The 100 on Netflix today and I absolutely fell in love with the show in general but the Bellarke ship in particular drives me crazy! (In a good way!) So here I am, writing about it. Enjoy! xx

*THIS IS AN AU (Alternate Universe) WHICH MEANS IT WILL NOT FOLLOW THE ACTUAL STORYLINE!*

A sharp ringing exploded inside my brain and I forced my eyes open. The chaotic atmosphere of the dropship slowly came into focus as I struggled to keep a firm grasp on my conciousness. My gaze flicked to my left as I fumbled to undo the latch on my chair's seatbelt. I allowed a quiet gasp to escape my lips when I realized that I had not been under the effects of pre-unconciousness when I had noted that as a matter of fact, Wells was actually seated next to me. "What the hell are you doing on a dropship full of criminals?!"

He blinked a couple times and then proceeded to pat himself down in efforts of making sure he was actually still alive then turned to face me. A smirk danced across his face despite the current situation and he replied, "You know how normal parents ground their kids for doing things wrong? Well my dad put me on an unreliable ship to an unstable, uninhabited planet."

I rolled my eyes suddenly overcome with a white-hot rage as memories I had been unable to supress flooded into my brain. They came in short bursts. (HAHA EW THATS NASTY) First I felt my dad's arms around me, next I remembered him placing his watch around my wrist, next the air-tight glass doors closing, then--I flung my eyes open and pushed an angry breath through my teeth. "Well, Wells, (AHAH) I frankly don't care how or why you got here, because now all we've got left is a faint hope of survival that happens to lie at the top of Mount Weather."

He nodded, suddenly serious and we both stood up to examine the scene. Crazed teenagers were all huddled by the doors. I grabbed Wells' wrist and pulled him towards the front of the crowd. An older guy was shouting at the disorganized kids. "Back it up guys!" He was right by the door, his large hands grasping one of the handles.

"Bellamy?" A quiet voice arose from the back of the crowd. We all turned to see a noteably beautiful hazel-eyed girl nudge her way to the front of the crowd. "Octavia?!" The boy supposedly named Bellamy breathed, obviously in awe. The two embraced and I rolled my eyes.

So glad you and your long lost boyfriend survived a crash now get out of the way of the door so the rest of us can actually attempt survival.

After a good 2 minutes of this sappy renunion I was fed up. I pushed the hugging couple out of the way and yanked open the door. Everyone gasped at the open skies and just the idea of being on Earth in general. I have to admit I was pretty amazed, but to be able to lead a group like this, you have to show no emotions, not even positive ones.

I took a step onto the ramp leading to the ground. Before I could make it all the way to the actual ground the rest of the teens began a stampede. I was pushed onto the metal ramp and I banged my head pretty badly. The ringing that suffocated my thoughts right after the crash made no hesitation to make itself right at home in my skull once more. The air was knocked out of my lungs but no one seemed to notice given the fact they were all strewn about the trees hooting and hollering. I rolled myself over, even Wells had left me there, helpless. I shook off the thought and began to stand. A hand was thrust into my vision and I bat it away before looking to see who had offered it. "I'm fine." I muttered, annoyed.

"Given that bloody nose and that gash on the side of your face, I wouldn't say you're 'fine'." I raised my hand to my temple and immediately yanked it away, my finger tips were soaked in blood. "But whatever you say, I don't care." With a bitter tone the voice began to walk away. I didn't care to see who it was, I thought it was better that I didn't know who already hated me, so that it'd be easier to pretend they didn't. I finally got to my feet but within seconds the ground was coming back to meet me. "Help her." an annoyed voice, the same voice from earlier, muttered. I laid on the ground, my vision blurring, as a teen I had met on the trip here, Finn, came to my assistence. Right before I blacked out, I turned to see who had ordered Finn to help me.

Bellamy's figure grew smaller and smaller as he walked away from me and towards the crowd of unruly teenagers.

Oops short chapter! Sorry! Feedback is appreciated, tell me if I should continue this fic! Hope you enjoyed :-)