The End of the World (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

XIII - Praimfaya

"Five years," Octavia said through the radio. "Can you really survive up there?"

"Raven says we can," Bellamy replied. "As soon as it's safe, we'll find a way back down. We will meet again."

Octavia's voice broke. "I'll be waiting. Under the floor."

Bellamy smiled. I leaned against him, comforted by his warmth. I was surprised he wanted me in the room when he got the chance to talk to his sister. It was a personal thing. But I guess he was taking my whole we do things as a team thing to heart. I appreciated it. "You're not that little girl anymore."

There was a pause of silence on her end.

"What is it, O?"

"I'm not sure I'm up for this, Bel," she admitted. "They look at me like I know what I'm doing just because I won a fight."

Bellamy reassured her, "They look at you like that because you saved them. But it won't last. Now, you have to lead."

"How?" She scoffed. "I'm not a leader. It should be you or Y/N or Clarke-"

"O, stop," Bellamy said. "None of us could've done what you did. And it wasn't just winning a fight. You gave people hope when there was none. You're...you're Prometheus. Stealing fire from the gods and giving it back to the human race."

Octavia replied, "Prometheus got chained to a rock so that eagles could eat his liver."

Bellamy's smile widened and he rolled his eyes. "Thanks for ruining my metaphor, O."

"I love you, big brother. Guess it takes the end of the world for me to say it."

Bellamy sniffled. I gently squeezed his shoulder. Finally, they had mended their relationship. "I love you too."

Static filled the radio. Bellamy's face fell. He kept calling for Octavia, but there was no response. My best guess was the radiation was interfering with the radio signal. Which meant Clarke wouldn't get to say goodbye to her mom. And I wouldn't get to say goodbye to my dad. Involuntarily, tears stung my eyes. That realization was sudden, overwhelming. What had I even said to him? I couldn't remember? Had we hugged?

Before I knew what was happening, Bellamy's arms were around me. He was murmuring apologies in my ear as if it was somehow his fault that the radio stopped working. We pulled away when Clarke entered the room.

"Hey. Do they have her?" Clarke asked. Neither of us responded. I dried my eyes. "Guys?"

"The radio's dead," I said, over the lump in my throat. "Won't get to say goodbye to our parents. I'm sorry."

Clarke's face fell. Tears welled in her eyes. On instinct, I got to my feet and enveloped her in a hug. She was feeling the same pain I was, and deserved just as much comfort. Nothing that happened between us mattered anymore. We'd be in space soon, we'd have a future where we don't have to do shitty things to each other to survive. We'd be sisters again. We would all be a family again.

Shouts from Murphy below pulled us from our hug. All three of us headed down the stairs to the main floor of the lab. We watched on the screen as the death wave took over Polis. I felt strangely empty. Going back was no longer an option. My dad was in a bunker, trapped beneath a shit ton of radiation. Radiation that was coming for us. Everything was so much more real now.

The camera went out. I exhaled slowly, trying to calm the raging anxiety knotting my stomach.

"It's two hundred and ten miles from Polis to the island," Raven said, her voice low, as if talking was her way of recovering from what she just saw. "According to what was our last drone, the wave is accelerating. If we're not off the ground at least twenty minutes before it hits, the electromagnetic charge in the pyroclastic cloud will shut down the rocket's avionics. Meaning it won't fly. That gives us ninety minutes to run a six hour pre-flight check, retrieve the oxygen generator from the lighthouse, turn a cockpit designed for two into one that can carry nine, and load the cargo with enough food to keep us from starving in space while we wait for the algae to bloom."