Surrendering Sanity

Lost Is A Piece Of My Soul

"Touch her again and I'll end you."

Bellamy placed himself dirrectly between them. The surrounding delinquents to caught up in their battle cry to antagonize the situation further. A good thing on Johns part. The larger mans words promising pain. Casey dropped her stance, knowing that Bellamy wouldn't allow her to fight this man.

It was irritating, she could handle her own business, but it was also touching. All of them had watched as she burned. No one stepping forward to help her in her time of need, like she would do for any of them, but Bellamy had.

"She just broke my nose!"

And she would do much more than that. When the time was right.

"You deserve worse."

Bellamy's words had been a growl of warning. His masculine voice dropping dangerously as his arms folded. Though she couldn't see his face the brunette had a feeling he was scowling.

Wells captured Casey's attention as he moved closer. Though she appreciated his comforting presence she wanted him anywhere but here. The last thing Wells needed was for Murphy to take his frustrations out on him. Brushing his dark fingers over the makeshift bandage Jaha raised a brow in silent question. Concern and dissapointment clear in his eyes.

Placing a hand over his the brunette shook her head in the negative. This wasn't the time, she would explain once they where alone.

Something wet splashed her nose, ocean eyes glancing to the sky in wonder as small droplets of water began to fall.

"Rain. Real rain!"

Despite the constant pain she felt and emotional exhaustion Casey was overjoyed. Bellamy turned his attention to her as the brunette sighed in bliss. Her arms raising in reverence as the rainfall quickly intensified.

The chanting finally stopped.

"Check it out!"

"Its water!"

"No way!!!"

"Hell yes."

Everyone was awestruck. The shower quickly becoming a downpour. Casey's eyes held Bellamy's for a moment. The brunette sharing her joy, wanting that scowl to disappear. As it finally cracked into a small smirk her smile only grew.

Throwing her head back with a giggle the captivating woman's eyes fluttered closed. Her dark lashes a pleasant contrast to her pale cheeks. Bellamy was mesmerised, her soaked clothes clinging to every curve.

"We need to collect this."

Casey hadn't seemed to have heard Wells as she was pulled away by a enthusiastic Miller. Bellamy didn't bother giving the chanellor anymore of his time. His golden gaze never leaving it's Target as he turned to follow.

"Whatever the hell you want."

****

It was reaching midday, the time flying by as they had worked. Casey and Wells gutting the dropship of any useable items. Ever the genius Wells had even came up with a way to turn the remaining straps from the seats into makeshift backpacks.

They had gotten a lot done. Creating at least a dozen small game traps to place out in the woods. The only problem had been they had no bait.

So that lead to Casey leaving camp once again, the same game trail she had followed earlier taking her past several hollows and animal dens. She placed the traps at their entrances, hoping against hope they would get lucky.

Now she was simply running, weaving through the trees as mud stained her warn boots.

Having placed all the trapes she had on hand the brunette found herself unwilling to return just yet. Bellamy had been keeping a close eye on her all day. Checking in on her randomly to see if there was anything she needed. If her arm was hurting. Casey had literally had to sneak out of camp with clanking contraptions strapped to her body. She had been anything but subtle and the infuriating man had stopped her twice.