Sacrifice and Survival

The Dissonance

Murphy? What the hell? Wait ..wait ... his mind was playing tricks as he watched he saw Murphy take the arms of a women, a women with golden blonde hair and pull her close.

'Oh god Clarke, he's hurting Clarke' he thought to himself as he struggled to sit up, he started to reach out to them, but he stopped as Clarke buried her face in Murphy's chest and put her arms around his waist as Murphy patted her back and stroked her long hair.

He lay back down not sure what he was seeing or if it was all an illusion, but is looked like Clarke was hugging Murphy. This can only mean one thing, he was dead, and that this is hell.

......

Bellamy groaned as he dropped back down on the cot and closed his eyes hoping that when he opened them the hellish illusion would be gone.

Clarke and Murphy heard Bellamy groan and turn to see him moving and Clarke was at his side in two steps.

"Hey there" she says as she drops to one knee next to the cot. "How do you feel?" She picks up his hand and checks his pulse and then lays a hand on his cheek and forehead as she checks for fever. She picks up his hand again, her fingers on his wrist.

"You did that already" he says his voice weak from pain.

Clarke chuckled "So I did." She lays his hand on his chest but holds onto it for a moment longer.

Bellamy lets his eyes drift between Clarke and Murphy. He hold murphy's gaze a moment "You two are supposed to be dead."

"Nice to see you too Bellamy" Murphy said.

"We were told Titus killed you, both of you, because you killed Lexa."

Bellamy frowned and his eyes darkened as Murphy put his hand on Clarkes shoulder "I'll let Clark fill you in, I'm going to see if Niylah is awake."

Clarke pats his hand "I'll be in soon to get some of that tea for Bellamy, could you make sure she has some water boiling."

Murphy nods and slips out the door.

"So tell me how you're doing?" Clarke asks turning back toward her patient.

Bellamy takes a long breath "Ok I guess, my chest hurts, and when I first woke up I think I was hallucinating but I guess I'm good." He tried to push himself up to sitting.

"Oh no...no no. You're not getting up. I'll help you sit up but you need to stay here and rest" Clarke grabbed some furs to help prop him up.

"How long have I been here?" he said leaning against the furs. Not taking his eyes off of Clarke, words in his head matching the beating of his heart...ba bum ba bum ba bum - not dead... not dead... not dead.

"Niylah found you before we got here; we've been here since last evening and its dawn now so probably at least a day."

Again Bellamy tries to get up "I have to go, gotta get to Polis" his breathing ragged just from that small effort.

"Bellamy, you can't. What's so important? What were you doing out here anyway? How'd you get past the blockade? I have a few questions" Clarke hands him a cup of water.

"You?...You have a few questions? Clarke, everyone thinks you're dead." Bellamy's voice is filled with raw emotion, "Abby thinks you're dead, that her daughter is dead. Your friends think you're dead, your friends Clarke, remember them ... Raven, Monty, Miller, all our people." He spat out the word 'our' like it left a sour taste in his mouth.

Bellamy had raging and conflicting emotions when it came to Clarke. They forged a partnership while leading the 100. A unique pairing, his emotional, volatile and passionate need to make sure everyone was safe, matched with her logic, her attention to detail and her passionate need to take care of everyone before herself. Together they were one whole person, a team to lead and keep their people safe. They drew on those strengths and he he had begun to feel closer to her as they took on the grounders and Mount Weather ... together. He thought she'd felt the same.