At last

Chapter Fourty

Echo's point of view

(Echo's POV)
The battle hadn't gone as planned, with at least half of Onekru escaping back into the bunker, but it hadn't been a total loss either. The amount of limp bodies lying in the bloodied aftermath of the battlefield satisfied Echo, and Daphne was pleased to finally rid Eligus of the Plague beasts.
Echo took displeasure in the fact that she hadn't seen Clarke's broken body among the dead, as she had been looking forward to it. To add on to her irritation, Daphne had told her afterwards that they needed Clarke alive so that they could farm her and her child's bone marrow to the furthest extent.
Daphne had also told Echo that they had taken Clarke's mother, Abby Griffin, hostage. In exchange for Abby's life, Clarke would need to willingly hand Madi and herself over to Eligus. The High Superior wasn't concerned with Onekru leading a counterattack simply because they didn't have a method of transportation.
The only problem was, of course, getting the message to the bunker. To Clarke.
Daphne had called upon her people to do whatever it took to broadcast their message to the bunker via the radio system. They hadn't been able to make contact with Onekru so far.
However, Echo had forgotten one important fact: the radio in the bunker was actually the one that needed fixing.
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Clarke's point of view

I didn't know how long I had been laying in this bed, my head on the pillow as I stared blankly at the empty bunk a meter in front of me. My thoughts were usually whirling, but my mind had been abnormally silent when I had found out about my mother's death. My body was numb, the only feeling that I was aware of was the now-dulled sting on my left cheek where Bellamy's palm had made contact. It was impressive how soft and gentle those hands could be in one moment and how hard and unforgiving they could be in the next. I knew my cheek was bruising, most likely a distinct black from the blood underneath the skin.
The sound of hard footsteps coming down the hallway outside my door was enough to shake me from my trance. I quickly sat up, combing my fingers through my short hair and wiping my cheeks to rid myself of the tear stains on my face. I had to look somewhat sane.
My door was thrown open, two broad-shouldered men with their hands gripping their sword's sheath on their hip positioning themselves on either side of the door.
"Heda!" They announced in unison.
In walked the Commander herself, the door closing behind her.
Octavia paused at the door, her eyes landing on the bruise on my cheek.
Was it really that noticeable?
Remembering myself, I dipped my head to her, "Commander."
She sighed, obviously tired of being treated this way. "Please, Clarke, just call me Octavia."
She sat on the bottom bunk to my left, the one that I had been staring at only moments earlier. I noticed the strict straightness of her back as she sat. The intensity of her green gaze seemed to have grown over the years.
"I went to Medical, searching for you. Jackson told me that my brother had taken you here."
Jackson had been my mother's assistant for as long as I could remember. Her death must have hurt him almost as much as it did me.
"How is he doing? Jackson, I mean."
Octavia seemed to know what I was hinting at, and her sharp stare grew softer. "He's coping. Distracting himself with his work." Her voice quieted, "I know that you probably don't want my sympathy, but, for what it's worth, I'm sorry. Abby was the best doctor that we could have ever asked for down here. She saved a lot of my people's lives," Octavia's eyes clouded with cold anger, nodding as she spoke her next words, "We will avenge her, I promise."
I glanced down at the frame of the bunk, nodding a little. Words refused to form on my tongue.
"Which brings me to the reason as to why I'm here. Clarke, yesterday my brother told me that you never made it up to space, that you were instead surviving on the ground. Were you, by chance, aware of these people? Do you know where they came from, why they attacked us?" Octavia sat on the edge of the bed as she waited for me to answer.
I nodded, "I do, actually." I proceeded to tell her the shortest version possible of my history with the Eligus people.
As I finished, my brows furrowed, contemplative. "Why would they attack us if they knew I could have been killed in the crossfire? Wouldn't they have wanted me alive?" I pondered aloud.
"All we know is that they broke your deal. Their reckless actions cost us the lives of many of our own," Octavia responded icily. "I'm calling a council meeting this evening. I'll have you escorted there; I need you to explain this again to my advisors. Once we reach a verdict, I'll issue a public meeting. We need to get out of this damn bunker as soon as possible."
I nodded, "Agreed."
Her gaze narrowed at my cheek again. "Excuse my asking, Clarke, but how did you get that bruise?"
I swallowed thickly. "I was hit during the battle."
She shook her head, "The bruise looks like a palm. The Eligus people were using guns, not their hands." She lowered her voice, suspicious, "Did someone slap you? Someone in the bunker?"
I wetted my chapped lips. I couldn't lie to her, she would see right through me. "It was my fault. I hit him first."
"Him?"
"Bellamy."
The Commander's eyes widened, shocked. "Bellamy hit you?"
"Yes, but only because I hit him first. I got angry and I overreacted-"
Octavia abruptly stood up, looking furious. "I need to talk to him."
"Octavia-" I began, but she was already headed for the door.
I looked on helplessly as the guards followed her out, the door finally slamming shut behind them.
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Bellamy's point of view

I sit in the cold room, my back against the hard metal walls. Sure there is a few chairs in here, but I don't feel like I can move. I'm just... frozen. My mind races with guilty thoughts. About all the bad things I have done. About how I had actually hit clarke. I had no control over myself in there. I just lost it.
My thoughts are put aside as I hear a knock on the metal door.
"Bellamy!?"
It's Octavia. And she does not found happy.
"Open the door!" She says a little quieter, but still yelling.
I stand on my feet and stare at the door.
"I need to talk to you Bell."
I shake my head, feeling as my eyes swell with tears. I hold them back, and wipe the one the falls and runs down my cheek.
"Please Bell."
I let out a shaky breath, then slowly walk up to the metal door, unlocking it, and pull it open. Once it is fully open, I turn away from Octavia, my back facing her.
She quickly closes the door behind her and steps closer. "What happened bellamy?" She asks softly.
I shake my head and place my finger on a hard covered book that sits on the desk, tracing the words to distract myself.
"Clarke already told me. So you can't hide it," She says a little louder.
"Look I had no control." I croak, my throat dry and hoarse from the crying fit I had earlier.
"You had no control? Bellamy you have lots of control over yourself! If you didn't, you wouldn't have gotten this far!"
I jump at her loud tone and look away, feeling my eyes swell with hot tears.
"Bellamy you actually slapped clarke! You left a huge bruise on her face!" She yells, moving closer.
I jump back at her, not thinking and scream back into her face. "I had no control! Okay I'm sorry!! I'm so, so, so sorry! I just can't take this anymore!"
She steps back, frowning.
Tears pour down my cheeks and I look away, placing the palm of my hand on my chin, and using my fingers, I wipe my tears.
"You can't take what?" She asks softly.
I turn around, more tears forming in my eyes. "I'm just going through so much Octavia."
"Like what?"
I shake my head and look down at the floor.
"You can talk to me Bell," she whispers, placing her hands on mine. I look up, and nod.
"I just... I'm just growing through so much O," I sniffle. "First I had to go six years thinking clarke died and it was my fault. Then when I was up there I kinda had a relationship with Echo... then when I got to Earth she tried to kill clarke because she was jealous of the thing me and clarke have. I lashed out and hurt Echo... I hurt her O... that's when I first knew I was going crazy." I look up and more tears begin to fall.
"Your not crazy bellamy," she frowns, and squeezes my hand in hers.
"I actually had feelings for her... I thought I loved Echo. We were together a lot on the Ring and I gained her trust... or so I thought."
"I'm sorry," she frowns, shaking her head.
"And ever since Echos banishment I've just so nervous to actually be with clarke... I've lost Gina and now Echo... I don't want to loose Clarke too."
She looks up and sighs. "Bell... clarke loves you. And she feels so guilty for what happened. You need to talk to her. Tell her how you feel."
I shake my head and look down at my feet. "I don't know what to say," I mumble.
"Just tell her the truth."
I look up, not bothered to wipe my tear filled eyes. Then tiniest smile sneaks onto my face. "Thanks O"

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