Whatever It Takes // Bellamy Blake Fanfiction.

Nothing holds me back.

Luckily, she woke up before Bellamy and Charlotte. She quickly moved from Bellamy's warm hug. He woke up and in the sunlight saw blood here and there on her face.

"Wow, is it only because it's dry? I mean that your blood is that black?"

She avoided the question and woke Charlotte. It was a secret, her secret. Only her family and Dr Abby knew about it. She got out with Bellamy and Charlotte. The air was clear, the trees and grass remained untouched. Daenerys was lost in her thoughts; where did the fog come from? She had done mechanic, science and all. A based had to be releasing it...Maybe Mount Weather wasn't abandoned after all, maybe there were grounders and mountain men...Two enemies...

A scream pulled her out of her thoughts. She run to where the scream came from. It was Charlotte, and in front of her: Atom, barely alive.

Bellamy sent everyone back to camp. They all did...almost. Daenerys knelt next to Atom. They had to end his pain. Bellamy took the knife Charlotte was handing him, and sent her away. Daenerys saw as Bellamy couldn't bring himself to end his friend's life that deep down, he wasn't a murderer. She knew she wasn't either, but her crime had softened the screams of her conscious. Plus she didn't other people to feel like she sometimes did. Not even Bellamy, when he fucked up it was for his sister. Which didn't mean she forgave him. Anyways...Her eyes rested in Bellamy, seeing the pain that killing caused him. She then gently took the knife from his hands, ignoring his stare, and soothing Atom, she released him of his pain. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she kept her eyes shut for a few seconds.

I cannot mourn for the dead until the war is over! She told herself and taking a bit of parachute out of her bag, she covered Atom.

Bellamy POV.

I stared at her. From looking at her it seemed that tons of feelings were rushing threw her heart. I was about to say something but her decided and strong expression dissuaded me. I admired her so much. Not one person in camp was as strong as her, and as beautiful. What am I thinking?

We had to take Atom, which we did, and neither of us spoke. I didn't know if I could thank her or if I should apologise...

I had no idea why but the thought of her hating me was making my heart ache.

We reached camp, and it was already dark. Clarke and Finn had come back with medicine for Jasper. I was dreading the moment when Octavia would come and see Atom.

Daenerys P.O.V.

I felt so bad, seeing Octavia, hurt with the death of her boyfriend, but I felt even worse thinking of what I had done. It was me... I killed him. Of course I helped him in the only possible way, but still...If I had fought harder against Bellamy; if I had pulled Atom with us; if I had seen the fog earlier...IF! But 'if's get us nowhere.

Back to writer POV.

She ran up and laid down in the highest part of the drop ship. She had to forget about this, and shutting down her thoughts and her eyes she fell asleep. Her sleep was agitated but she didn't wake until morning.

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"Hey, sleepy head!" She heard a voice call her.

She stood upright, full of strength and sure of herself, and smiled at Jordan who was sitting by her side.

"So? What does it mean? Do ya invent languages now?" He asked puzzled.

Daenerys was even more puzzled.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Jordan pointed at the carved words on the wall; she read: Stedaunon don gon we, en kikon ste enti. (The dead are gone, the living are hungry.)