baby - bellamy blake

(6) protective older brother syndrome

Kennedy's POV

Finally, Bellamy, Murphy and I returned to camp, delivering the jaguar to Bellamy's minions to cook. I was only too aware of the hunger problem in camp and maybe, if people weren't hungry, they would listen to Wells and Clarke. Instead of hanging around camp and doing nothing, I decided to head to the dropship to see if Clarke needed any help with Jasper. 

Opening the hatch, I was greeted by Octavia, Finn, Monty and Clarke, all doing their best to help. Jasper, who was moving very slowly very occasionally, let out a few moans as Clarke attempted to clean the wound but he soon enough fell asleep. 

"He should be stable for now but we need to keep an eye on him," Clarke told us, resting down the scrap of cloth she had been using. 

"How about we go and get some food? We've had a long couple of days," I suggested and everyone seemed to nod in agreement. Leaving the dropship, a long line of teenagers immediately caught our attention. Noticing the one at the front, I watched in horror as Murphy slit the boy's wristband off with his knife, Bellamy handing him a piece of the jaguar on a stick once his wristband was in the fire. 

"They're taking their wristbands off for food?" Clarke spoke out loud, sounding horrified. I knew she was worried about the wristband situation but right now, she had to focus on Jasper. Deciding to push my luck, I walked confidently towards the bucket that contained the sticks of jaguar. Attempting to grab enough for the 5 of us, a sharp slap stung my hand. Looking up, I saw Murphy smirking at me.

"Hungry baby?" he asked, causing me to roll my eyes. 

"Murphy!" Bellamy barked, walking over to us. 

"Sorry to remind you baby but the rules apply to you as well," Murphy told me, Bellamy watching him carefully. Ignoring him, I picked up the five sticks. "I thought there were no rules." With that, I took a bite into my food and turned, walking back to the group, wiggling my hips slightly. Once I reached them, I handed them their food and turned to face Bellamy and Murphy once again. The boy who was now at the front of the queue must of heard what happened as he reached out to grab a stick for himself but was unsuccessful as Bellamy's fist connected with his face. 

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After eating, I climbed into my empty tent. The two other beds lay unslept in as Monty was staying in the dropship with Jasper and trying to build a radio from the wristbands. Stripping off my wet clothes, I changed into my only spares (one set of spare clothes had been put in the dropship for each member of the 100). As I was about to take my wet clothes out to dry, Bellamy came bursting into the tent. 

"Kennedy, hey. Um, have you seen Octavia recently?" he asked, looking worried. 

"Uh, I ate dinner with her but that was the last I saw her," I answered truthfully, "do you want a hand looking for her?"

Bellamy, who seemed very uncomfortable about not knowing his sister's whereabouts, nodded vigorously, helping me up and leading me out of the tent. 

"Where have you checked?" I asked, deciding to go about this efficiently. 

"I've checked all the tents and I've asked around everyone," he answered. 

"Well, I suggest we check the surroundings of the camp. She can't have gone far, don't worry," I attempted to reassure him but he didn't look convinced. Walking up the hill to search behind the camp, I felt strangely comfortable in his presence. Something about him... settled me. It was odd considering most people were scared or intimidated by him but I never felt that. Not since landing here. Deciding to focus on looking for Octavia, I looked at our surroundings in awe. 

"This place is so beautiful," I spoke out loud. 

"Yeah, it is just so...alive," Bellamy replied. I knew what he meant. Back on the Ark, the only colours were black, white and grey and everything was so dead. But here, the greens, the blues, the yellows, the pinks, it was just so... ALIVE. My thoughts drifted back to Bellamy and when he came into my tent. My eyes furrowed when I realised a certain factor. 

"Wait, how did you know where my tent was?" I asked, turning to look up at Bellamy. 

"Um," he mumbled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, "I guess you could say that I've been keeping an eye on you." I smiled at his words but before I could reply and find out more, he was shouting. 

"Octavia!"

I followed his gaze to see Octavia, straddling one of Bellamy's militia known as Atom. Butterflies surrounded them and, although it was a beautiful scene, I knew Bellamy would not be happy. 

"Kennedy, take my sister back to camp and deliver her to her tent. Then, fetch Mbege and Murphy for me," he spoke softly but loud enough for Atom and Octavia to hear. His eyes never left them. 

"Octavia, come on. Let's go back to camp," I shouted and she reluctantly walked over to me. 

The walk back was silent, tension filling the air. 

"Why are you doing what he's telling you to do Ken?" she asked suddenly and I knew she was referring to Bellamy's instructions. 

"Because what he is saying makes sense. Some of his minions, they aren't good guys OK. He only wants you to be safe," I stuck up for Bellamy. 

"No, he does it because he wants me to be his innocent baby sister," she replied and I could practically drown in her anger-fuelled words. 

"Maybe so," I answered, "protective older brother syndrome." She snickered at my words as we reached her tent and hugged me goodbye. 

"Thanks Ken, just don't turn into Bellamy's bitch. I have to deal with enough of them," she smirked and I laughed, saying goodnight. Once dropping off Octavia, I carried out the rest of Bellamy's orders, fetching Mbege and Murphy and telling them what Bellamy said before heading to bed. Once I got comfortable, I looked at the ceiling of my tent, not tired at all. All that was running through my head was what Bellamy said. I've been keeping an eye on you. What does that even mean? Is that a protective sister thing like with Octavia? Or is it a protective 'I have feelings for you' thing? Sighing, I rubbed my face in frustration before closing my eyes and at least attempting to get some sleep. 

A/N

Just a little cuteness update for y'all. Lol, Bellamy is confusing AF. Anyways, hope you enjoyed and come back next time. Also, the day I'm posting this, Bob and Eliza announced that they got married!!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!! I love them so fucking much and I'm very happy for them *applause*. 

Question: Most Romantic Moment?

Answer: I think a lot of the most stereotypically romantic moments happen with Clarke and Bellamy, for example, the season 4 finale but I think there are some really romantic moments between Harper and Monty, for example, when he stays at the death party, and John and Emori. And Lincoln and Octavia!!! So many couples AHHHHH.