Six Months Later...

Chapter 1

Lost & Found

"She's going to be fine Abby." Jackson did his best to reassure the woman who was now more mother than doctor.

"We don't know that. Even if we had all of our equipment we wouldn't know that." Abby busied herself, taking Clarke's vitals again. "We won't know until she wakes up. If she wakes up."

The door to the recovery room was open, so the delinquents that had gathered to wait for news heard Dr. Griffin's concern.

Raven seemed to take it the hardest as she let the brace finally give way while she sank to the floor.

Bellamy's face went more stone-like and he stood even taller than ever.

Murphy didn't know what to do so he just shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and studied the floor in front of him.

Jasper acted like he didn't care, but he was there, so that had to mean something.

Monty had refused to come, his anger still too deep, but Harper was there and would try to relay information to him anyway.

Kane approached the haggard group. "Any news?"

Five heads all shook no, but none of them seemed to want to reply verbally. After a few tense moments, Bellamy finally spoke up. "You should go in there and be with Abby. She's really worried."

A gentle smile crossed Kane's face. "You should all go back to your quarters and get some sleep. It's late."

Bellamy nodded in agreement and began corralling them all out of the med-bay. "We can all come back after breakfast and morning duties."

No one bothered to argue. Raven didn't even fuss when Bellamy pulled her up without asking if she wanted his help. Kane went into the room as they all filed out. No one went to his or her own quarters though. Instead, they gathered around the remnants of the dinner bon fire.

"How bad was it?" Harper asked Raven and Bellamy. They were the ones who'd found Clarke unconscious and bleeding in the woods near the drop ship. Nobody bothered to question why they were there, or why they thought Clarke might have been there six months after she'd walked away from everyone.

Raven picked up a twig and started tracing patterns into the dirt under her feet. "Bad. She was barely alive. If Bellamy hadn't been there or if we'd found her an hour later..."

"Don't do that Reyes," scolded Bellamy.

"What? Worry about my best friend?" Raven was one of the only people who didn't hesitate to snap at him still.

"Just don't think about the worst case scenario," he pressed. "We got to her in time."

"Sure hope she's all together in that head of hers when she wakes up." Jasper sneered. "Hate to have her fucked up and wishing you'd let her die." He pulled out his ever-present flask and took a deep drink of moonshine.

Bellamy's first instinct was to yell at Jasper, but he knew it wouldn't matter. Jasper wouldn't remember in the morning and even if he did, he wouldn't care at all. That was just who he was now; a drunken ass who still grieved the loss of his love and wanted to make sure no one else forgot.

"Why was Clarke at the drop ship?" Murphy asked.

"Well I'm sure when she wakes up, you can be first in line to ask her," Raven spat. She may have had a few moments of understanding when it came to John Murphy, but it wouldn't escape her memory the fact that she couldn't walk without pain because of him and his bullet.

Murphy held his hands up in surrender and left the group. Bellamy watched as his one-time friend kicked the dirt with the toe of his boot with every step he took. Not once did the boy look up to watch where he was going. Maybe he had memorized the lonely path back to his solitary tent tucked far away from the rest of them all.

No words were shared for almost an hour before the embers were nothing more than an occasional spark flying into the night's sky. To the sound of the forest's midnight song, the remaining four made their way back to their tents to try and find some rest for a while.

Bellamy laid in the middle of his bed, not daring to take his boots off or climb under the fur cover. His shirt and jacket were caked with blood, Clarke's blood, but he couldn't find it in himself to get rid of it just yet. It was the only real reminder that he had to show she wasn't just an illusion. After six long months, he'd seen his friend again, and she was alive. He just hoped she didn't hate him for bringing her back here when she woke up.