𝐃𝐔𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘.
/djuːˈbʌɪɪti/
noun.
1. the state or quality of being doubtful; uncertainty.
2. god, emily's just so freakin' confused all the time!
❝barnaby, i will skin you alive.❞
[ the 100, seasons 1 - 2 ]
[ bellamy blake x oc ]
FIRST INSTALLMENT...
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BONUS CHAPTER ONE
the move was made, bellamy's pov
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WHEN BELLAMY DROPS down to the floor of the intersection of those god awful vents, he huffs out a breath; it's almost remorseful. Emily's sound asleep, curled up in the corner with her nose concealed under the collar of her sweater. He hasn't seen her at such peace ever before, but, unfortunately, Bellamy's already trudging towards her resting frame before he can memorize this view.
❝Emily,❞ he urges as gently as he can, ❝get up.❞
The girl barely stirs, but then, her lips part with the force of an impressive yawn. She lifts her head up from her arm, eyes slightly closed, and Bellamy bites back his smile; her sweater has left a vivid imprint on the side of her face. Emily rolls onto her back, ❝You're back already?❞
❝No, you're dreaming,❞ he retorts and her lips form a tired smile, ❝Have you talked to Maya?❞
At last, her heavy eyelids flutter open and she looks down at her new watch (courtesy of Maya, again), ❝No, she's still at work. Dude, I'm so tired.❞
❝I know, Em. You can go back to sleep, I'm going to talk to Dante,❞ he informs, watching as the girl lifts her arm up. Gently, he grabs her outstretched hand and pulls her up. While Emily should be the one to lose all sense of stability while she rises from the ground, Bellamy faces the sudden struggle to ground himself when she ends up standing awfully close as soon as she defeats gravity.
Emily, however, appears unfazed by the sudden proximity and is instead confused, ❝How are you going to reach him?❞
❝I'll think of a way,❞ Bellamy composes himself quickly, ❝He might be the key to getting our friends out, after all.❞
An unusual silence settles between the two. Bellamy shifts his weight from one foot to another, while Emily marches around their limited living quarters. Her brows are slightly furrowed, and the movement of her stretching her limbs make it obvious that she hasn't slept comfortably. How could she? Bellamy's own neck has been in permanent cracking mode ever since the first time they had to sleep in the vents. Who knows when that even was?
Suddenly, his stomach tightens into a hungry knot, but his salvation comes almost as if on cue; Emily turns back to him with full hands after digging into a bag brought by Maya. He sees packs of oat cookies. She is a blessing in disguise.
Bellamy doesn't even register the moment he tears into the cookies until he's almost finished the little bag of them. In between eating and gulping down water, he hears Emily's hesitant voice, ❝How are they? Who did they take today?❞
Bellamy rushes to rid himself of the mouthful of cookies, drowning it in yet another large gulp of water, ❝They're trying to fight back, but it wasn't long until they took Teresa. Jasper's really been holding them all together, though.❞
