When All We Have Is Peace

Bellamy

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The air was thick with tension, and Bellamy felt as though the walls were pressing in on them. He stood across from Indra, arms folded over his chest as he glared at her boots. Kane stood to his right, talking to the Commander in an upbeat tone, but the stiff set of his shoulders made it clear that he was not happy. The Commander was concerned about the alliance. The thought made Bellamy roll his eyes; of course she was. She had good reason to be, with her betrayal and all.

"Clarke said that the decision was Bellamy's to make. I'm here to ask him if the alliance still stands."

Bellamy slowly raised his head to look at the Commander. She was staring at him with those narrowed green eyes that held too many secrets. Clarke was leaving it up to him, she trusted him to make the right call. If Clarke could put her faith in the Grounders, then that was enough for him, yet everything about the Commander made him not want to trust her, but what choice did they have? They couldn't afford another war, not so soon after Mount Weather...not without Clarke. The pressure was increasing, pressing at the back of his head as he looked around the room. All eyes were on him as Bellamy studied the Commander, waiting for him to determine their fate.

"It stands." He CONFIRMED, holding the Commander's stare for a moment longer; warning her. This was the last chance, if she failed, it was over.

Kane clapped his hands together in satisfaction. "It's settled then. Now, will you be staying here for tonight, or are you heading back?"

Bellamy didn't stick around to find out, he left the Ark in search of Octavia. She'd looked more stressed than normal when she had returned, and hearing Lexa talk about Clarke CONFIRMED that Octavia had found her. The possibilities of what condition she was in were endless, and Bellamy felt a frantic worry building in his chest. Out there all alone, anything could happen to her; yes Clarke was fully capable of looking after herself, but even the best of the cautious slip up.

"Bellamy!"

Bellamy turned and saw Raven limping her way towards him, a pinched expression on her face that he recognized all too well. "Raven, what's wrong?"

"I was talking to Octavia, she told me about Clarke." Raven explained, itching the back of her neck."

"And? How is she?" He asked quickly.

The mechanic glanced away and dipped her head slightly. "Octavia's worried about her...she's scared that Clarke might do something- "

"Something to hurt herself?" He demanded. Raven only stared at the ground, and a crushing weight settled on Bellamy's shoulders. He shook his head, muttering curses under his breath. "What else did Octavia tell you- where is my sister by the way?"

"She's probably in her tent sleeping. She said that Clarke hasn't been sleeping, or at least she assumed that much. In general, Clarke isn't in great shape mentally or physically."

"We need to find her." Bellamy mumbled running a hand through his messy curls, meeting Raven's eyes. He was relieved to see his concern and sadness reflected there; relieved to see that he wasn't the only one. 

Raven tried her best to smile, but Bellamy saw through it. "Octavia will come find you when she's awake, we'll figure it out from there, okay?"

"Okay." He agreed, watching Raven limp away. His heart throbbed painfully as he walked around Camp Jaha, thinking about Clarke. The anger he felt towards her had slowly burned itself away, and Bellamy found that without the anger, he felt hollow. That same coldness that had threatened to consume him in the beginning had returned, and it was seeping into his veins; into his bones. And this time there was no Clarke to chase it away; he was alone once again.