It's Not Yours (Bellarke)

5 - Questioning Herself

   He watches as his people work on the almost finished cabin. Now that they've come across more of their people, they're really going to need the extra housing. The cabins were originally just to have extra room, and to help expand and establish their camp. Now they're going to be permanent living quarters.
"Bellamy." A familiar voice says, a hand clapping down on his back.
He looks over his shoulder, eyeing Pike up and down. He looks very serious.
"Can we talk?" He asks.
Bellamy's pretty sure he knows what this is going to be about. "Sure." He says anyways.
Pike dips his head, holding out a hand as if to say, "lead the way."
Bellamy glances over at him as they stroll towards the edge of camp.
   "I can't say I'm happy with what you've done here."
Anger immediately rushes through his veins. His jaw clenches, hand gripping the shotgun slung over his shoulder.
"Then you can leave." He growls, "If you can't appreciate what we've all worked hard on-"
"That's- not what I meant." He interrupts, backtracking.
Bellamy fixes him with a look.
"The grounder," Pike continues.
"We discussed it yesterday Pike." He sighs, continuing to walk.
   "Bellamy, you can't seriously be okay with that? He's the one who kidnaped her!"
   He ignores him, watching as his people work.
   If he's being honest, it does bother him; that they helped her kidnapper. If it had been up to Bellamy, they would have left him to die. He kind of deserved it after what he'd done. But in the moment, Bellamy just wanted Clarke to be safe and back at camp. If that meant bringing the grounder with them, then so be it.
   "They've killed tons of our people. How can you let them just walts in here? Hell, you even have them living here. They could be spying on us!"
   Bellamy turns around. He's had enough of this.
   "What is it you're trying to say Pike?" He asks.
   Pike crosses his arms, "I don't think you should be letting them in like this."
   "And why not?"
   "Because! It's dangerous."
   "You want to know what's dangerous Pike? Being on their bad side. Our best option is being passive. As long as we aren't at war with them, then we can all live peacefully."
   Pike looks at him, eyes narrowing. "Is that really what you think? Or is that what Clarke keeps telling you?"
   That makes his blood boil. It puts him at a loss of words, because it's true.
   "This discussion is over." He growls, gritting his teeth.

- - -

Bellamy still can't believe Pike spoke to him like that. He hates it.
He needs somebody to talk to. He wants to talk to Clarke. But he can't tell her about what Pike told him. That'll just upset her.
So he settles for some moonshine.
He sits at the bar, spinning his glass between his fingers. His head perks up when he hears the noise of someone playing the piano. He closes his eyes, taking a swig of his drink as the music fills the air. The liquor hits the back of his throat with a punch; fire blazing down his throat as he swallows. He listens as they sing, staring at his glass.
"Day. After day. I will walk. And I will play. But the day. After today. I will stop. And I will start."
Bellamy feels his eyes close, the stress slowly slipping off his shoulders as the alcohol takes away his priorities.
   The soft notes of the piano playing in the background fades into a soothing a lullaby, and he's soon overcome with exhaustion.
   "Bellamy." He hears a voice say.
   He jerks up, eyes fluttering open and landing on his sister.
   "Hey O." He smiles.
   She frowns, grabbing his drink. "You okay?"
   He nods, "Just, have a lot on my plate." He sighs.
   She takes a seat on the stool next to him, taking a swig from his glass.
   "Shawn's pretty good, isn't he?" She says, glancing over at the boy playing the piano.
   Bellamy nods, resting his chin on his palm. He watches as Octavia stares; obviously interested.
  "That the Day- is in my sight. When I'll take a bow. And say goodnight."
   "So what did you want to talk to me about?" He sighs after a while, catching her attention.
She glances back at him, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. "Can't a sister just hang out with her brother?" She asks defensively, a playful glint in her eyes.
She must be having a good day.
Bellamy just raises an eyebrow, a small smirk pulling at his lips.
   She sighs, rolling her eyes and taking another swig. "Fine. Clarke was asking for you." She says.
His mind seems to immediately clear from its sleepy fog.
"Oh? For what?"
Octavia shrugs, swirling the liquor.
He sighs, taking it from her and swigging down the rest. He sets down the glass, staring at the table.
"She's not looking too good Bell," Octavia whispers, grabbing his attention.
He glances up to see concern on her face, her sincere brown eyes locking with his.
   "Where is she?" He asks, standing up from the stool.
   "In her room." Octavia answers, looking back over at Shawn.