We're Coming Home (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

VIII - Day Trip

The greatest thing about Monty and Jasper was their exasperating jubilance. Their optimism was refreshing from the angst I got in any conversation with everyone else. I expected nothing less from a couple of dorky genius stoners. I wished I had spent more time with them before now. I really enjoyed their points of conversation. Like how to produce paper from hemp.

I popped another small green nut in my mouth and smiled at Monty and Jasper. "You guys crack me up, you know that?"

They grinned back.

"You're one of the few that can take our jokes," Jasper replied.

"Then everyone else sucks." I laughed, and pulled them into hugs. "Thanks for keeping my spirits up."

I sauntered away from them towards the tent with the radio to the Ark. On the way, I ate another of the sweet and savory nuts. They were unlike anything I'd tasted before and I didn't recognize them from my earth skills classes, but no one was dying so I figured it'd be okay.

I pushed the flap of the tent aside and kicked Dax off of the screen. I swore I caught a glimpse of the guard called Shumway, one I never liked, but I didn't think much of it. It didn't make sense for Dax to be talking to him.

I pulled on the headset and found myself face to face with my father. I had been expecting Jaha, and therefore a few extra minutes to prepare myself for this moment. But here he was, Marcus Kane, my father who I haven't seen in weeks.

I thought I was prepared for this, but now I sat here, frozen, staring. I tried to make myself smile, but nothing responded. Whether I was overjoyed or terrified of this conversation, I wasn't sure.

"Y/n," he said. "It's good to see you. Really good."

I let out a breath. "You too, Dad."

There was a beat of silence, and then, in unison, we said, "I miss you."

My father smiled kindly, and I recognized the gentle twinkle in his eyes from my childhood, the fatherly love I'd felt before our family fell apart. "Y/n, I love you. I just want you to know that."

A pang of worry struck me. "Why are you saying it like that? You're coming down on the exodus ship, right? You have to be one of the seven hundred."

He gave me a sympathetic smile. "Perhaps. But there are others much more deserving than I."

"Because of the culling," I said flatly. He nodded. "It would have happened anyway. Please understand that. Please come down on the ship. Come home, Dad. Home."

My voice hitched, but I couldn't help it. The thought of losing him was too much, after everything. All I wanted was a chance for us to try to be a family again.

"I can't promise anything," he said, turning his eyes to the floor. "But I do not wish you any grief. Only the best."

I sighed. "You too, Dad."

Just then, Monty poked his head into the tent. I looked over at him, wiping a stray tear from my face. "Sorry to interrupt. Thought you might wanna know that Bellamy and Clarke are going on a mission."

"Without me?" I turned back to my father. "Sorry, gotta go. We're not done here."

I hung up, and raced out of the tent. Before I caught up with them, I grabbed my weapons. If we were going back out into the woods, I had to be armed.

"Hey!" I said, appearing right behind them. "You were going to go out without me? I'm offended."

Bellamy smirked. "It takes so little to ruffle your feathers, firecracker."