Fault Line (Bellarke)

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Bellamy

The key clicked into the door and I pushed it open. "Octavia!"

A series of crashes and clatters came from the kitchen, followed by cursing. The smell of food burning consumed the air.

I laughed to myself and made my way to see how badly Mt Vesuvius had erupted. Octavia carried a pile of pots and pans over to the sink, and wiped her face which had flour on it.

There was flour in her hair, in her clothes, and even the apron she was wearing really didn't do its job in this case.

"O, are you okay?" I chuckled.

"No! I was trying to make you dinner, after I came back from supervising the office cleaning," she whined.

"O! I told you to come home! You didn't have to do that. If anything, I should be making you dinner."

"But you always make me dinner! I wanted to make something for you for a change," she explained, and then motioned to herself and the kitchen. "It's not actually going so well."

"Yes, I can see that."

"I'm sorry, I know you hate messes, and this is one big mess," she sighed.

I went up to her and wrapped my arms around my little sister. "I love the effort you put in, but please, let me help you."

She frowned at me and then very hesitantly handed over the spoon. "But I'm gonna do most of it!"

"Okay okay deal."

Octavia smiled and handed me the salt. "For the roast."

Doubt circled me and I sprinkled some onto my hand and tasted it. "That's sugar O," I laughed.

"Ugh! So bad at cooking," complained Octavia.

"Practice makes perfect."

"Not me and cooking!"

I poked my tongue out playfully. "Anyone can do anything, remember?"

"Yeah yeah," she said.

Moments like this I will treasure forever, just me and my little sister. The spark, the fire in her eyes was enough to light up my whole world, and honestly, I didn't need anyone else.

***

The roast turned out a success after I swept in like the hero that I am and saved the day. Octavia and I stuffed our faces politely with a delicious combination of roast chicken and lamb, with potato salad, normal salad, and all sorts enough to generously feed us three times over.

I gazed down at my plate, full of colors and vibrant food and flavors.

We decided to send one of the delivery guys with the food to the local homeless shelter so they could have some as well.

They needed someone to help them, no one deserved to suffer the way we did.

***

Octavia ran towards me in the distance. It had been a few years since we had made our way out of the homeless life.

My mind crammed me with the horrid images of my past few months. The trains pulled up behind me and hundreds of soldiers ran towards their loved ones.

"Bellamy!" Octavia cried and leapt into my arms. I held her tightly, the same way I had before I left.

All the screaming and crying and blood and death stayed with me, but now I had my sister in my arms.

I held an envelope in my hands, thick and heavy. "This should last us for food and rent, until I go back."

Octavia's eyes filled with tears, "I missed you." 

I closed my eyes and all I could see was death, oh the horrible, horrible things I had done.

***

"So, you convinced Clarke to come back?" Octavia's feminine voice pierced through my memory and I was thankful for it.

"Couldn't find another one."

"So you bought her back and we all appreciate it."

"Yes, I did. But only to make you happy. I still don't like her."

"I didn't expect you to like her, but I really am thankful Bell, thank you," she smiled giving me her puppy eyes that made me always give in as a kid.

My creased eyebrows relaxed. Can't stay serious for long around Octavia.

"Movie night?" Octavia smirked like a kid.

"Of course, I believe it's you're turn to pick the movie."

Octavia almost skipped over to our massive cinema TV and scanned the pile of DVDs lodged neatly into a shelf in the wall in alphabetical order as well as pointing to the Netflix symbol. "Let's watch Despicable Me 2!"

I rolled my eyes, "of course I had a feeling you were going to say that."

Octavia flicked through Netflix and found it. Minions flooded the huge cinema screen and the lights were dimmed until I could just make out her face, getting stuffed with the hot popcorn she had just cooked up.

It's also one of the only things she can 'cook'.

Octavia rested her head gently on my shoulder as the movie began, offering me popcorn which I gladly took.

"I love minions!" Octavia squealed.

"Me too," I said.

"No you don't! You told me you didn't!"

"What man would say he loves minions in front of his employees?"

Octavia laughed. "Point taken, but only because you're so 'serious' all the time."

"I certainly don't like funny business."

"That was puny," Octavia pointed out. "Its a little too puny so shut up and let's watch this movie."

Only Octavia knew this side of me.

***

A/N: Hey guys, hope you enjoyed this chapter and let me know what you think! Next chapter we get to see Clarke's point of view.

This one was a little bit lame because it was originally written as soon as I got back from my long flight from Europe and I was half dead.

Really just lame.

Really lame.

Yes, lame.

I realized it was lame.

I know it's lame.

Uhh...bye!

... Kitty xo