Whatever It Takes // Bellamy Blake Fanfiction.

She will always hate me

When they reached camp, a storm was raging outside so everybody had gone into the drop ship. When Octavia saw Lincoln, she became angry with her brother, he had beaten him. But when she saw Daenerys, who she didn't recognise at first, she ran to him.

"Who's that? What did you do to her?"

"It's Daenerys, she was standing in our way." He said without meeting her eyes. In his voice, one could hear regret. "Take him upstairs! "He ordered to Miller.

Clarke and Octavia were trying to reason Bellamy, but it was no use. He tied Lincoln up to the drop ship and tied Daenerys' hands to a bar. He stared at her, feeling a little guilty for the blood on her face.

But all these mixt feelings disappeared when Lincoln woke up, struggling at the sight of his natblida.
Octavia entered the level obviously unhappy about the situation.

"Octavia, get out of here!" Bellamy ordered. But she was not giving up.

"I told you, he was protecting me. You didn't have to do this." She defended him, seeing his bruises.

"This isn't about you, I'm doing this for all of us."

He took hus knife and cut Lincoln's bloody and bruised face.

"You did that for all of us?" She almost screamed, outraged.

"I did that for Finn and Jasper and John and Diggs and Roma." Bellamy defended himself. He turned to the grounder with disgust.

"It wasn't him." Octavia tried to convince her angry brother.

"You don't know that! We need to know what we're up against. How many there are and why they're killing us. And he's gonna tell us right now." He decided looking defyingly at Lincoln.

"No, Bellamy, please, stop!" A voice rang in the drop ship.

Bellamy turned to Daenerys. She still looked quite fragile, with all those worries in her eyes. He wanted to stop but could not let the grounder go and not try to know more about the enemy. " I have no choice." He said taking his weapon.

"No, Bellamy, please!" Octavia tried. But her brother got bored and ignored her.

"Drew, Miller take her downstairs." He ordered the two boys.

Drew and Miller grabbed Octavia but she wrestle free, shouting "Get-get off of me! I don't even think he speaks English, he won't understand you!" She told her brother, and went down the ladder. Daenerys smiled, it was true, technically, he didn't speak English, he spoke Trigedasleng. But Bellamy was not discouraged.

"Oh, I think he will."

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Bellamy was pacing nervously, while Clarke and Raven were taking care of Finn. Daenerys had her nerves on edge and Bellamy was not getting any answers, so she feared Bellamy would move to torture.

Suddenly, the storm made the drop ship jolted. Bellamy stood back up and shouted to the people downstairs.

"What the hell was that? We under attack or not?"

Drewshouted back to him "Storm damage, we're ok."

Bellamy walked back to the tired grounder. "We're gonna try this one last time. What's your name? Where's your camp? How many of you are there?" But no answer came. He was interrupted by Miller who was rummaging through Lincoln's things.

"Hey, check it out." He said showing Lincoln's drawing book.

"Don't touch that!" Daenerys ordered him while Lincoln struggled against the restraints.