Fault Line (Bellarke)

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Bellamy

Octavia waltzed into my office. She looked like the bearer of good news.

"Guess what I have," she said like an excited child.

"What do you have?"

She placed a file on my desk. It had GOLDSBURG CANYON printed on the front.

"Where did you get this," I laughed. "This is fantastic. We can start the drilling."

"And we can finally try out our new environmentally friendly machinery. We spent a lot of money on those, but hopefully it will shift us from under public scrutiny, as with all mining companies," she nodded.

"I still can't believe you obtained these!"

"Thanks to Lincoln, he knew how to talk to police into giving it up. It acts as core evidence otherwise. They would've given it back, but perhaps it would've been too late by then," she shrugged.

I gave her a side glance. "Lincoln? He didn't tell me anything about this. Do you spend much time with him?"

A unmistakable blush crept up her face. "It's not like that..."

I raised my eyebrow. "Hmm okay. I guess you are always too busy observing his tattoos from a distance."

"No way! I—"

"Chill sister, I'm just kidding," I jested.

"Stop assuming things! You don't always have to be right!"

I took a step towards her. "I approve of Lincoln, he is a good guy. And my good friend, but if he breaks your heart I will find him and bury him five feet under."

Octavia laughed. "That's the Bellamy I remember. My over protective brother."

In that moment, I felt as if I was looking at myself through a lens. Like the old Bellamy was some completely different person. My love and longing to protect my sister was one thing that would never change about me.

"You've changed a lot, you know," she said.

"I know. I didn't think I could be capable of change."

"I'm glad you are with Clarke. She makes you happy and everyone can see that." Octavia pulled me into a bear hug. "She changed you for the better."

She tucked her hair on both sides simultaneously behind her ears, revealing the diamond stud earrings that I gave her. Her attention was on someone behind me.

Lincoln stood in the doorway of my office. "Um...I was going on my lunch break and I know it's yours too Octavia...I was wondering whether..." He trailed off nervously. "I mean I hope I'm not interrupting anything and if you're busy then that's totally fine we could go some other time—"

"She would love to," I cut in. "Right?"

Octavia blushed like a tomato. "Yeah, I would love that Lincoln. I'll be right with you in a sec."

I turned to her suggestively. "Wow guess you have a date."

"It's just a friendly coffee break," she chimed.

"Octavia, when you fancy someone your nose goes red like Rudolph and you start tucking your hair behind you're ears repetitively."

"I guess you always have to be right," she laughed.

Clarke knocked on the door. "Hi, hope I'm not interrupting."

"Not at all! I was just leaving anyway." Octavia motioned to Clarke. She whispered in my ear, "looks like I'm not the only one with a date this lunch break."

I shoved her playfully and she shoved me back. Clarke shook her head at our childish behavior and then joined us.

Octavia admired us. "Now there's something I thought I'd never see."

***

Clarke anxiously waited for Octavia to leave and then turned to me. "I need to share something with you."

She held up a crinkled piece of paper and smoothed it out.

"What is that?"

"It's my dad's suicide note. When mom told me about what really happened, she mentioned a place called Mount Weather, where my dad when tramping once. The thing is, I climbed it in my coma."

I struggled to understand the point she was trying to make, I felt sympathetic towards her though. I took my place on my chair as she leaned against my desk.

"I didn't know in my coma that Mount Weather was a real place, I just called it that in my coma, I'm not sure why I did but nor did I know my dad had been there," she continued.

"So you just knew telepathically it was called Mount Weather?"

Clarke shook her head, "I must sound crazy. Dad never talked of it to me, but he did to mom. Something happened there that scared the living hell out of him literally. He killed himself because of it."

"But do you really want to find out what it was?" I asked concerned. "I'm going to take the guess that it wasn't supposed to be known."

"That's why dad refused to talk about it. It led him down a dark path of anxiety and depression. What could have been so bad?" Clarke wondered.

"I mean, could it be worse than being kidnapped and kept hostage in a basement by a psychopathic stalker? I was sure I'd find you chained to the wall in a wedding dress in the middle of some crazy satanic wedding ritual."

"Thank God it didn't go that far," she laughed.

"And then getting shot and dragged into a coma. You were lucky to make it out alive."

Clarke drummed her fingers on the desk behind her. "It was your encouraging words that helped me through. I was certain it was time for me to just float away."

"At least you are by my side now. And for that I will always be thankful," I beamed.

"You're right. It's in the past now, I just want to focus on my life and what is to happen in the future," she grinned and took my hand.

I wrapped my own around the small of her waist, pulling her on to my lap, facing me. "I think that's a wonderful idea."

Clarke kissed me. Slowly at first and then getting more intense. When she broke away, her fingers made imaginary circles on my cheeks and down my jawline.

"Perhaps one day," she said, "I will find out more about Mount Weather." She glanced at her watch. "For dad."

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A/N: here we goooo we got the Linctavia ball rolling here too 😂

Hope you all enjoyed the chapter! What did Clarke's dad see you think? What is is store for Clarke and Bellamy now?

The next chapter has a 1 year time jump into the future 🤔

Kit x