Whatever It Takes // Bellamy Blake Fanfiction.

Do you think she'll forgive me?

After breaking free she leaped to Bellamy and threw him to the floor.

"Leave him alone!" She told him. But Drew and Miller grabbed her and held her back.

"Please! He didn't do anything but defend himself!"

"Defend himself?" He stabbed Finn!"

"Do you think I don't know that?! But you invaded his home and tried to kill him. He saved me and Octavia."

Daenerys threw a pleading look at Octavia. She pleaded her brother; and Clarke got angry while Raven panicked.

Bellamy was still whipping the grounder pointlessly.

"Enough!" Octavia shouted.

"Clarke! He's getting worse!" Raven shouted.

"We're running out of time. Which one? Which one is it? If you tell us they'll stop! Please, tell us which is the antidote and they'll stop this!" Octavia tried.

"   If that doesn't work, maybe this will. Clarke you don't have to be here for this." He told her but his eyes were on the crying Daenerys.

"I'm not leaving until I get that antidote." Clarke cut decidedly.

Bellamy stepped towards the grounder holding a kind of knife.

"Last chance." Bellamy threatened.

The grounder said nothing and Bellamy went to stab him through the hand, but Daenerys ran forward and, extending her hand, she got stabbed instead of him in the hand. She let out a scream before falling, and Bellamy stood frozen while Lincoln struggled against the restraints to help the natblida.

"Daenerys-uh...I...I'm sorry."

"Don't" she whispered, pulling out the knife herself, biting her lip and letting out a sharp breath. She stared at him while her black blood dripped quickly on the floor. On her face, it was impossible so see any sign of fear or pain, though she was afraid and she was in pain. She seemed emotionless and throwing a last look at Octavia, she left the drop ship.

She ran just out of camp and bandaging her hand, she sat crying. She felt so guilty for what was happening to Lincoln and hoped Octavia would find a way. She wished she could have gone to Roan. He was a friend.

She looked at her hand and then back at the moon. She knew Margeary would be proud of her defending this man, her friend.

After a while she felt someone come to her. She turned around to see Octavia.

"Hey" she said holding her bandaged arm. "We found the antidote, he gave it to me, so now they're leaving him alone."

"Thank you. So much, O. You have no idea how much this means to me. "

They exchanged a smile. "Have you been with him since you left?"

Daenerys nodded with a smile.

"That's war paint looks really damn cool." Octavia said laughing.

"I got tattoos too." She said with a smile.

"Wow, you can show me?"

She lifted her top in the back.

"That's amazing. I can't believe I was so scared of him when he just helped you becoming one of them."

"He cares about you, you know."

Octavia's face lit up. They remained silent for a while before Daenerys told her to go and take care of Lincoln, the others probably wouldn't be able to approach him.

She was beginning to fall asleep, when someone else came to her. Clarke.

"What do you want, Clarke? "She asked sharply.

"I...I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Daenerys scoffed. "At least, I hope Finn is okay."

"Yeah...But, you know, Bellamy didn't mean to hurt you-"

"Yes he did. Maybe not physically, but he knew I couldn't bare to watch Lincoln suffer. But that's who he is. He only cares about his own ass."

"No. I don't think that's true."

"It is. He never thinks of the consequences of his actions." A tear streamed down her cheek.

"I'm sorry. Please, forgive me Daenis."
She went to walk away, but Daenerys stopped her.

"Clarke, I'm sorry. You wanted to save Finn, there was a lot of pressure. Don't feel guilty, you're not to blame."

The girl sighed in relief and asked her if she wanted her to clean her wound. So both girls walked back to the drop ship. Daenerys didn't flinch as Clarke poured water on her wound.

"Wow, wh-how is your blood so-black?" She asked and Daenerys didn't bother feeling uneasy. If this was her destiny, why hide it?

"It's called nightblood, natblida, for grounders. It's the blood of the Commanders. I was born with it."

"How come no one saw it?"

"Let's say I hid it very well. Your mom knew though."

Clarke nodded and finished cleaning the wound. The atmosphere tensed up when Bellamy came in.

"Uh-Daenerys? Could I talk to you?" He asked. She looked at him, straight in the eye and nodded. She smiled at Clarke before walking out of the drop ship behind Bellamy and they sat, Daenerys holding her injured hand.

"I'm truely sorry, Daenerys, I didn't want to hurt you."

Daenerys was impressed. He actually regretted. But she was not satisfied.

"I shouldn't have gone so hard on the grounder either. It's that I...er...I was so mad about Octavia, Finn,... you." He dropped, making her turn to him. I was so terrified that something had happened to you, I would never forgive myself. I was so mad that you had left, and I...I know you hate me...but...I can live with that." He finished, looking down.

Daenerys didn't know how to react. She was still mad at him for her sister and for Lincoln. She didn't turn to him. But when he walked away, she turned her face to him, hesitating wether to tell him, or not. But decided against it.

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The night was short, and Daenerys didn't want to sleep. She went to Lincoln. He was struggling to sleep, but in such a position, it was impossible. Though he relaxed seeing her.

"Are you alright? " He asked her, worried, stammering.

She nodded and looking at Miller sleeping lightly, she decided to keep it low.

"I'm so sorry about this. But Bellamy is impulsive. I know he regrets what he has done. But he is also very proud...so..."

"It's okay..." Lincoln reassured her gently.

"I'll get you out if this, I swear."

She looked at him with a little pity but then went back down. She couldn't be up here for two long. By the way, she had to go and get her swords she had left in the cave.

Before dawn she was back with her two swords in her back. Ready to face another day.