We Are One || Bellamy Blake [1]

XV. We Are One

CHAPTER 1X15

XV. We Are One

Everyone was walking into the dropship, they were closing it.

Clarissa had tried to delay it as much as she could, she knew Bellamy had too. But faced with the little time they had and chances, that was the only solution.

"We're doing what we have to do to save our people, Clary." Bellamy made sure she didn't forget it didn't make her a bad person, or a coward, but a survivor, "Do you hear me?"

"I know." She looked up at him, "I just wish there was another way."

A big sound echoed throught the woods, and they all turned around to see where it came from. That was when they noticed the fog from the explosion.

"They made it." Bellamy gasped.

They both looked at each other, both with a smiles on their faces. There weren't many occasions when they could actually smile, but that was one of them. Their chances had just gotten much better. It was hopeful.

Clarissa reached for Bellamy's hand this time, and she felt him squeezed it.

. . .

"They are here!"

Clarissa ran out of the dropship with Clarke, in a hurry.

Jasper and Monty were walking with proud smiles on their faces, and the blonde couldn't help but smile at the view, while everyone clapped. They were definitely well-deserved heroes.

Behind them were Finn and Raven. It wasn't until they came closer, that Clary noticed how sick her new friend was. And that snapped the smile out of her face.

"My god," Clarissa ran to Raven and Finn, helping him carry her inside, "you will be ok, you hear me? There is no way in hell I'm letting you die, Raven Reys."

Finn was the one who layed her down on the improvised bed, inside the dropship. Clary sat by her side, a clean cloth already on her hand. She was determined to take care of Raven, cause if there was anyone who deserved love that was her.

"You don't... You don't need to stay here, Clary... Your people... They need you."

"You are my people. Don't think that just because you didn't landed with us on this dropship that you aren't one of us. We are one." Clarissa insisted, under Finn's grateful gaze, "And right now you need me. So shut up and rest, you deserve it."

"Have I... Have I told you I love you today, Clarissa Griffin?" Raven opened up one of her cocky smiles, and that warm Clary's heart immediately.

She chuckled, "You have never actually said it before, but we can make it a tradition."

. . .

Clarissa was sitting down on the ground, only a blanket over her shoulders, shielding her from the cold wind that night. Her green eyes stuck on the graves of the people they had lost. Her people. She went over every wrong thing she had possibly done.

"You may have a gun, but it's dangerous." Bellamy's voice accused from the darkness around her, and she looked up to see him, "It's safer inside the wall, Clary."

"Fourteen graves." Clarissa's voice sounded accusatory too, and he was confused at first but when he really looked at her, he knew she was blaming herself.