We're Coming Home (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

V - Twilight's Last Gleaming

Sleep wasn't satisfying. When hurting in waking hours, that discomfort carries into the night. I experienced that when my mother died, and I experienced it now. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't sure I had even gone to sleep at all, but the refreshment I felt told me otherwise. Distance between the events of yesterday made me feel better. Time healed. Never quickly, but I would soon be at peace with Charlotte's death.

Yawning, I stretched and stepped out of my tent to see what the commotion that woke me was. I popped out of my tent the same time that Bellamy did, shirtless and covered in hickeys. He flashed me a smile and I turned away, trying to hide the burning in my cheeks. Everyone was pointing up at the sky, murmuring excitedly. I followed their gazes up to the navy of before dawn, and caught a glimpse of something hurtling through the atmosphere towards earth.

Had the Ark somehow found out that we're alive? Were they sending us supplies to help? And there likely was a radio. I could speak with my father! Despite everything, I smiled. Everything might start to turn around for the better.

I ducked back into my tent and slung my bow around my shoulder and tucked my knife into my boot. It was a little dull after I'd thrown it into the tree, but it was still functional enough.

When I came back out, I almost felt the blanket of disappointment. I turned to a girl beside me. "What's going on?"

"Bellamy says it's too dangerous to go while it's dark."

"Bullshit," I said, knowing something wasn't right. "The sun'll be up in an hour anyway."

She just shrugged and returned to her tent. I, however, wasn't giving up that easy. I never thought I would feel this excited for something again, not so soon after Charlotte's death. It was something to keep my mind occupied and stop me from spiraling. I was going to the pod the Ark dropped, and no one could stop me. Besides, apart from giving me something to do, whatever was in there was way too important to risk leaving it for the Grounders to find.

I searched the camp for any sign of Bellamy, and just barely caught him sneaking out into the woods. I scoffed. Of course. He wanted to get to the pod first. Why, I didn't know, but I had feeling it wasn't anything good.

On my way to the edge of the camp border, I ran into Monty. I hadn't spent much time around him, but I knew he was one of the smartest kids here. A huge asset. I'd heard he and Jasper got busted for growing cannabis. The thought of it made me want to laugh.

"Where are you going?" He asked. I didn't think he was trying to keep me from leaving, but it was annoying nonetheless.

"To see what was dropped," I replied, trying to be as pleasant as possible, though I desperately wished to shove him aside and bolt out into the woods. "I don't care what Bellamy says. I'm going."

He shrugged. "Not a bad idea. I just really wanted to apologize for screwing up the wristband. It's my fault they all went out."

I raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "You were trying to help us. I'm not, like, mad at you. Are you really going around apologizing to everyone?"

"A little bit."

"Monty, don't be so hard on yourself," I advised. "We'll figure something else out. That pod that fell might have a radio and we could-" I inhaled sharply. "The radio. That must be why Bellamy left. Gotta go, Monty. Stay optimistic. We need it!"

I breezed past him before he could respond. If Bellamy got to that pod before me, or anyone else for that matter, I was sure he would destroy the radio. I didn't know why he's so hell-bent on cutting us off from the Ark, but I was going to make sure that ended today.

Finally, I caught up to Bellamy. The sun had risen by now, and sweat prickled on my hairline. He hadn't noticed me yet, and I was planning on keeping it that way. Silently, I drew and arrow from my quiver. If all went according to plan, I would shoot Bellamy in the leg, beat him to the pod, and call the Ark.