Missing You Every Step Of The Way (Bellarke)

S3 - A Rescue Gone Wrong

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The crackle of static was all that could be heard in the throne chamber after Raven's voice crackled to an end; her words hanging in the air. 

Bellamy could feel his heart pulsing through him as those words registered and suddenly he couldn't breathe. 

The Grounders attacked Mount Weather. 

"What are you talking about?" he choked out. His head was spinning as he glanced at Clarke, whose face showed the same confusion as his own; her face turning towards Lexa to gauge the Commander's reaction. 

"It's...gone. It's gone. They're all gone," Raven whispered, her voice filled with static and grief as she began to cry with great shuddering sobs through Bellamy's walkie. It vibrated in his hand as though she were in the room as she told the congregation what happened. 

It suddenly made it real. 

"Sinclair and I...are the only ones left. I'm so...sorry...I'm...so so...sorry." Raven's cries filled the room as the council members stood still and Pike swayed on his heels, tears gathering in his eyes for the first time in many years. 

They were all gone. 

Bellamy couldn't breathe. Tears stopped any sound coming from him as a flood of memories suddenly hit like a tidal wave. 

Gina.

Gina was dead and he was never going to see her again. Never going to see her beautiful smile or hear her sarcastic jokes or feel her fingers comb through his hair to calm him. Never hear her laugh or hear her reassurances muttered in his ear when the time after Mount Weather became too much. 

Bellamy clenched his fists at his sides as the shock registered. All those people, those families that Pike had brought were now all dead because he had trusted an Ice Nation warrior. Trusted someone who had saved his life, but had now cost so many in return. His knees shook as he tried to hold himself upright and he failed to disguise the wide-eyed horror that twisted his face. 

Around him, murmurs broke out as Council members spoke in their native language but Bellamy couldn't bring himself to look at any of them. To look at the people who had just killed his own. Killed the person who had cared for and put him back together after...she'd left.  

Bellamy glanced up at her...at Clarke and for once, hated what he saw. She was still dressed in Grounder clothes, her eyes framed with the same blackness as Lexa's. It made her look hostile as if she was made to be feared, but Bellamy knew that that wasn't the Clarke he knew. It just wasn't. Her face was slack with shock and her fists kept clenching and unclenching at her sides but only Bellamy saw her fight the tears that threatened to break her hard exterior as she listened to Raven's cries through the walkie on his hip. Only he saw a glimmer of the Clarke he once knew. 

Suddenly a man to his right piped up, his voice high and emotionless in the stone-ceilinged room. 

"You should have never moved your people back into Mount Weather," he proclaimed loudly, his tone unfeeling and his face marred by a series of patterns in the skin. 

Bellamy fought the urge to punch him but was surprised to find Pike gripped his arm before he could take a swing. The older man kept his grip firm and quickly hauled Bellamy back a few paces, making the younger soldier stumble and cursed under his breath. 

"Not here," he muttered, loud enough only for Bellamy to hear. It was a promise, not a warning. 

"The Ice Nation did what Lexa was too weak to do." The Ice Nation representative stood confidently, his eyes mocking.