Surrendering Sanity

Damaged Goods

A groan of anquish reached their ears, even at the distance they where from the dropship itself. The surrounding delinquents voicing their annoyance with complaints and empty death threats.

But considering they had all committed some sort of crime. Some of those threats could carry more weight than not.

Bellamy watched as the brunette's shoulders stiffened, her back currently towards him. It was subtle but it was there. Her small hands fisting in the furs she was gathering.

His own palms itched with the need to reach out, comfort her. But Casey had distanced herself from him once more. Her stance on their 'relationship' becoming perfectly clear as she had pulled her hand from his.

She was ashamed of him.

And who could blame her. Bellamy was making a conscious effort to eliminate any chances of contact with the ark. While Casey and her friends where desperate to attain it.

Jasper's life, in a sense, was depending on it. Not even Clarke had the medical experience to help him now.

Bellamy was hurting this woman one way or another with every action he made. And by hurting her he was hurting O. By claiming her as his own, he was creating a barracade between them. Yet here he stood, still wanting her. Still the man who will trade wristbands for freedom by the fire tonight.

He was beginning to fear this was a mistake.

With a sigh of frustration Bell ran his hand through his hair. Pushing the dark curls from his vision while attempting to clear these thoughts from his mind. The act caught Casey's attention as she paused to glance back at him over a shoulder. Those deep passionate eyes meeting his with slight concern. Her delicate brow arched in silent question.

That bewildering, almost primal, connection crackled between them. Just this simple moment forming a knot in his gut. Bellamy felt he was beginning to read that stormy gaze. His chest aching slightly because she saw him. Felt she could see right through him.

Deep down he knew. This was no mistake.

Because despite everything he had done sense coming to earth Casey still looked to him with concern in her eyes. With care. And he didn't deserve it. Not from her.

"What's wrong?"

Bellamy didn't answer, couldn't find the words to express what was bothering him. Though he feared he didn't even realize the half of it yet himself.

Instead he redirected the conversation, nodding towards the tattered remains of furs skinned from their recent kills. This woman not even slightly squemish at all the blood and bits of flesh that still remained tattered to them.

"What are you planning."

A soft smile curved those pink lips. One of content, fondness. Her gaze dropping to the subject at hand as she shifted her grip.

"It's Wells idea actually." That bitter jelousy was back at the mention of Jaha Jr. Bellamy not knowing the full extent of the twos relationship, but Casey cared for him deeply. That fact was obvious. "We have to prepare for anything possible and winter will be here soon. So, where making blankets."

"Smart."

A large pack of boys rushed by noisely. Around five or six of them chasing another. The poor fool looking scared for his life. It was the perfect opportunity for Bellamy to focus elsewhere, not wanting Casey to see the bitter frustration he felt leaking into his features.

The image of her and Wells cuddling up in the moonlight flashing into his mind. A truly at peace look on her face as she had been in another's embrace.