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Bellamy Blake- I'll be there for her, always.

Landing on Earth felt like a miracle to Bellamy. He'd spent every day of the last few years thinking of Octavia, but also of you, his best friend who had been there for him through everything. You had been more than a friend — you'd been family, even taking the blame for him when Octavia had been caught, the day she was discovered and they took you away. You'd shielded Octavia in ways Bellamy could never repay, supporting her when they sent both of you to prison.

He hadn't seen you since, and the absence felt like a dull ache every day. So when he learned you were one of the delinquents sent down to Earth, the relief had been almost overwhelming. He'd barely dared to hope he'd see Octavia again, much less you.

Bellamy spotted Octavia first. She ran to him, and he pulled her into a fierce hug, relief and joy flooding him as he held her tight. But as they broke apart, Octavia gave him a soft, knowing smile.

"There's someone else here you need to find, Bell," she murmured, her eyes filled with warmth. "Y/N's here too. She took care of me in lockup, and she was the reason I made it out okay."

The weight of her words hit him like a shock. You were here. Somewhere in this strange, wild new world, you were out there, alive and safe. Bellamy's eyes scanned the camp, heart pounding until he finally saw you near the edge of the forest, alone and staring at the sky as if you couldn't quite believe it was real.

He barely realized he was moving until he was right in front of you. You turned, your gaze meeting his, and for a moment, you both just stood there, speechless. The years of separation, of missed memories and unspoken words, fell away, and before he knew it, he'd pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you as if he'd never let go.

"I thought I'd never see you again," he murmured, voice rough with emotion.

You held him just as fiercely, your face pressed against his chest. "Same here, Bell. I missed you so much."

For a moment, you stayed like that, neither wanting to pull away, sharing the comfort of each other's presence. And though neither of you voiced it, there was a deep, unspoken understanding between you both, as if each could feel what the other felt. Neither of you wanted to disturb this delicate peace — not now. And so you parted, sharing a quiet smile before moving on, each of you content, even if the words remained unsaid.

When Clarke proposed a mission to scout the area for food and find a safe place to settle, Bellamy considered going, but his responsibilities in camp kept him there. Besides, Octavia had joined the mission, and while he wanted her to be safe, he knew he couldn't always protect her. But you stepped forward immediately, volunteering to go with the group.

"You don't have to worry, Bell," you told him confidently, a reassuring smile on your lips. "I'll be there for her, always."

Bellamy nodded, his gaze lingering on you, worry etched into his features. "Just promise me you'll be careful."

"Of course," you said with a smile. "I'll see you soon."

With a final glance, you joined Clarke, Finn, and the others, your resolve steeling as you headed out into the unfamiliar forest.

The group's progress was steady but slow. You kept Octavia close, navigating treacherous rivers and dense woods. When you reached a river crossing, Clarke offered to scout the water's depth, but you volunteered to go first, stepping forward with cautious determination. As you waded into the water, you felt the chill creep up your legs, focusing only on keeping your balance on the slick rocks beneath.

The spear came out of nowhere, slicing through the air with deadly accuracy and embedding itself in your side. The impact knocked you back, and you fell into the icy water, the world spinning as pain exploded through your body.

Your vision blurred as you hit the riverbed, the sound of rushing water echoing in your ears. You felt hands grabbing you, voices shouting your name as your friends pulled you from the water, carrying you to shore. You could barely keep your eyes open, barely see Octavia's terrified face, before darkness claimed you.

When the others returned to camp with you in tow, Bellamy's heart plummeted. You were unconscious, pale and still, with a blood-soaked bandage covering your side. He was at your side in seconds, his hands hovering over you, helpless and lost as he looked to Clarke for an explanation.

"She was hit," Clarke said, her voice strained. "A spear wound. She needs rest and clean bandages, but... we don't have supplies for this."

Bellamy clenched his fists, fear and frustration welling up inside him. He stayed by your side day and night, refusing to leave you even as the days passed. He held your hand through your fevered dreams, sponging your forehead when the heat threatened to consume you, whispering words of comfort even when he wasn't sure you could hear him.

By the third day, he noticed the fever getting worse. Your skin was flushed, your breathing shallow, and Bellamy's heart sank as he realized the wound had become infected. The infection spread quickly, and soon your body was wracked with chills, your forehead burning as you tossed and turned in feverish agony.

Bellamy spent those nights caring for you, refusing to give in to exhaustion as he stayed at your side. He did what he could to soothe you, wiping your face, whispering stories from their childhood, anything he could think of to bring you back to him.

On the fifth night, your fever reached its peak, and Bellamy watched helplessly as you shivered and sweated, your body burning up under his touch. He took a damp cloth and gently wiped your forehead, his hand trembling as he worked, praying silently that you'd pull through.

"Come on, Y/N," he whispered, his voice rough and broken. "You're stronger than this. You've always been the strongest of us. You've never given up, and I need you to keep fighting now."

Clarke came by regularly, checking your condition, but the worry in her eyes only deepened as the days passed. Bellamy could see her doubt, and he felt it creeping into his own heart, though he shoved it down, refusing to accept it. He stayed awake night after night, his hand never leaving yours.

Finally, on the seventh day, your fever began to break. Bellamy had just dozed off when he felt your hand shift in his. His eyes flew open, and he watched in awe as you stirred, your eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze.

"Bell..." you murmured, voice weak and raspy.

He reached forward, relief flooding his face as he cupped your cheek. "Y/N. You're awake." His voice was filled with awe and relief, his thumb tracing soft circles on your skin as if afraid you might vanish.

You gave him a small, tired smile, blinking up at him. "You... stayed?"

"Of course I stayed," he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. "I thought I'd lost you, Y/N. I... I couldn't bear it."

You looked up at him, heart swelling at the depth of emotion in his eyes, a mix of relief, fear, and something else — something deeper that you couldn't quite name.

He took a shaky breath, his gaze intense as he held your hand tightly. "I don't want to lose you," he said, voice thick with emotion. "I should've told you this a long time ago, but I was too scared. I couldn't stand the thought of losing you, of ruining what we have. But these past few days... they've made me realize I can't keep this to myself anymore."

Your heart skipped a beat, his words sinking in as he continued.

"Y/N, I love you," he whispered, his voice raw and honest. "I've loved you for as long as I can remember. You've always been there for me, for Octavia... and I need you to know how much you mean to me."

Tears stung your eyes, and you managed to squeeze his hand, your voice barely more than a whisper. "Bellamy, I... I love you too. I have for so long. I just... didn't know how to tell you."

A look of pure relief and joy crossed his face, and he leaned forward, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to your forehead. His hand brushed over your cheek, his touch warm and steady as he looked at you, the love in his eyes unmistakable.

For the first time, words were no longer needed. The world around you faded away as Bellamy held you close, and in that moment, you knew that whatever Earth threw at you, you'd face it together.