Is There A Forever? (sequel to 'Together Forever') OnHold

Chapter Thirteen

Bellamy loaded his duffel bag into his trunk and turned back to Abby.

"She asked me if she could see it," Abby admitted, her throat obviously tight with emotion. Bellamy took the bag from her hands, his own hands shaking. "I don't think she's ready, but she's stronger than me," she nodded. "I know you haven't been home in two months-"

"We're staying at your house," Bellamy assured her. "I want her home in her own bed. Where she'll be the most comfortable and where her things are. She wants to remember so badly, so her bedroom is the best place to start."

Abby hugged him, briefly. "Thank you. I'll see you both in a few hours. I'll pick up dinner from Indra's for us all."

Bellamy nodded. He turned as Clarke was being wheeled out by her favorite nurse. He smiled at her, knowing how much she would have preferred to walk out on her own. She thanked the nurse before Bellamy picked her up, spinning her around.

"You're free!" He laughed, putting her feet carefully onto the pavement. "Let's get you home." After making sure she was in and buckled, he took another look at the bag, sighed, and closed the trunk. He knew Clarke wouldn't let it go easily.

"Can I see my car?" She asked.

Bellamy resisted the strong urge to sigh. "I'm not sure if that's the best idea," he told her, his lungs refusing to fill completely.

"I think it would be a fine idea. I want to see what happened to my car," she defended.

Bellamy tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "No, Clarke. Okay?"

"Fine. But I'm going to see it one way or another, you know?"

Bellamy slowed down, putting his hazard lights on. Clarke protested, questioning him, but he just got out of the car. He paced next to his car, his heart pounding furiously.

"I'm sorry."

Bellamy whipped around to see that Clarke had been standing by the trunk. He didn't look into her eyes, instead he ran a hand down his face.

Clarke stepped forward, placing her small hand on his chest. "I'm sorry, Bellamy. I didn't think of how much you want to erase that memory." He finally looked down, into her big eyes. "I won't ask you again, okay? I am so sorry for bringing up. You were so upset, you were screaming, I knew better. I would never want to relive you being shot and-"

"What? Do you remember more from the accident?" He cut her off.

"I remember your voice," she swallowed, her eyes watering up to match his. "You kept shouting. I wanted to answer, but my mouth wouldn't open."

Bellamy wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pressing his lips to her hair. He wasn't anywhere near ready to see that damn car, but thankfully Clarke understood now.

"I can't go there, okay? But, if you really need something, some proof or closure, or whatever, you made the paper. When we get home, I can show you the articles on my phone."

Clarke just nodded, and they got back in the car.

Bellamy watched Clarke cover her mouth with her left hand, her right thumb still scrolling as she read the article from the news.

"Made it to the news," she sighed. "At least they uh, worded things nicely."

Bellamy pulled her down onto his chest. "Yeah, they did." He remained silent for a moment. "You want to watch a movie?"

Clarke nodded. "Yeah, let me change."

The two of them changed clothes, Clarke in sweat pants that he loved and a tank top. She made sure it was a baggy one to cover her scar. They slid into bed together, his arms tight around her torso. He brushed her hair back as his eye lids grew heavy.

He tried to hold his eyes open, force himself to stay awake and hold her, but sleep won the battle. His eyes slid shut.