Whatever It Takes 4 //Bellamy Blake Fanfiction

First goodbyes.

Very early in the morning, Daenerys stood at the balcony, looking satisfyingly at her friend arriving in Polis. Octavia was going to fight the conclave. Of course, she stressed for her, but she knew that she could win. She disappeared, surrounded by the new order of the flame, guards of the conclave, being led to get ready. She smiled as arms surrounded her waist, and Bellamy's chin rested on her shoulder. She let her head fall against his.

"Morning."

"Morning." She replied. She didn't want to ruin the moment by telling him his sister was here to fight the conclave so kept it to herself, at least for the time being. He was bound to find out anyways. "Sorry about last night. I don't know what happened."

"I do." He breathed, smiling and Daenerys turned around in his arms, facing him.

"Go ahead, husband. I'm interested." She smirked.

"Even the Commander, the strongest woman I know can break." He said seriously, and gently. "You can't stop the end of the world. You can't save everyone, no matter how hard you try." She looked down. She wished she could save everyone. They were her people, her responsibility. She couldn't possibly fail them, yet she was going to because there was no way the 13 clans all fit in the bunker. She felt his finger bring her chin up. "Though we'll save as many as possible." He added.

"What would I do without you?"

"You'd ne down there already." He joked and she playfully glared.

"Thanks for reminding me." She got dressed and ready, pushing away the thoughts of the past night. She was about to go downstairs when he caught her wrist and spun her around. "You said it yourself I gotta go, Bell."

"Remember, we fight for everyone, for our family, for us and our future." He was relieved to see that peaceful and truly happy smile enlighten her face.

"I know Bell." She whispered. He let her go, watching her as she left. There was something off about her. Not in a bad way, but she seemed to be hiding something. He became worried that being her usual self she'd sacrifice herself, and not go into the bunker. He knew he might not be in it either, but she had to be. She had to be.
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Downstairs, in the throne room, Daenerys met up with Gaia, who bowed and smiled at her commander. "Heda, the champions have all been chosen."

"I saw Octavia arrive. She's fighting for Skaikru?" Daenerys asked anxiously, and Gaia nodded. "Then the clans all have a chance. We should gather in the square and begin the ceremony." The guards fell in position around their commander and they all made their way down the tower. The order of the Flame was gathering everyone in Polis in the square, and we could feel the tension grow, anxiousness filling everyone's heart. Their champion was supposed to save their clan, but if they lost they had no chance of survival. Daenerys stood on the stage, next to Gaia.

"A Conclave." Daenerys spoke, and her words were followed by silence. "A battle to the death within the walls of Polis. The following warriors will fight until only one remains." She nodded to Gaia who called the champions. When Roan's name came up, Daenerys gritted her teeth. He had lost her trust, he had tried to have Octavia killed, yet he was still her friend, they had become friends not long after the 100 landed. Of course he could win, he was more than capable. But it would mean Octavia died. She was either going to lose a sister, or lose a very dear friend. Octavia walked on the stage and Daenerys but her lip as she saw the pain in Bellamy's eyes.

"When that warrior collects all the sigils from the fallen and delivers them to my Fleimkipa, Gaia kom Trikru, they will be declared the victor. This final champion alone will tell us which clan is meant to susrvive in the crypt of Bekka Pramheda, and which clans are meant to perish in Praimfaya."

"We honor those who fall by the sword but follow the One who wields it best" Gaia concluded in Trigedasleng.

"That would be me." A voice echoed in the square, attracting all eyes on the person coming. "I'm Luna kom Flokru and I'm the last of my clan."

"We know who you are--the natblida who ran from her conclave." Gaia announced in a very despising way.

"I'm not running from this one." The warrior spat, walking to the stage.

"Accept this sigil, Luna kom Flokru, but with your clan gone, who will you fight for?" Daenerys looked intrigued. What was this all about. But Luna, determined, turned to everyone.

"I fight for no one. I fight for death. When I win, no one will be saved." She closed her eyes while Luna walked to her place. No. A natblida, trained to kill since she was old enough to hold a weapon... Daenerys could lose both Octavia and Roan. Though she couldn't afford it. Octavia had to win. Why not Roan? Because Azgeda had done so much wrong and because if Octavia died, Bellamy would be broken.

"Now, all of you need to gather in the tower. Anyone found on the battlefield will destroy any hope at survival for his clan, getting his champion executed." Daenerys announced. "Let the champions get ready to fight." People cleared the square fast, and a few people remained, Jaha was back and was talking to Clarke, Bellamy and Kane. Daenerys eyed them suspiciously but seeing Bellamy amongst them, she let it go and walked to the room in which Roan was arming up. He was the only one in there, so she closed the door and walked to him.

"Daenerys," he muttered. He knew he had lost her trust and resented that. Though he was surprised by her gentle hand on his face, turning it to her.

"Roan. Listen, I won't apologise for resenting your actions and being angry. But we're facing the end of the world." He endorsed his armour. "I believe in you, like I believe in Octavia. But I will lose one of you today. Maybe even both of you. I am glad that if you die, you'll have the warrior's death, you deserve. Despite everything, you're my friend."

"I might die, even if I don't plan on dying. But whatever happens, don't forget what I saw the first time I saw you. You're meant to lead." They exchanged a smile and locked arms before he opened his arms and tightened her in them.

"You're not allowed to die." He told her. And she closed her eyes for a second taking a deeper breath. They parted from the embrace and loose at each other. Her eyes shined with the tears appearing in her eyes but she didn't let them fall.

"Good luck, Roan. Whatever happens, be the man and warrior I know you are." He nodded and watched her leave.
By the door, she turned around one more time and nodded to him before going to find Octavia. She wiped the rebel tear that had made its way down her cheek.
Bellamy was there, waiting, hesitating, looking worried, so she approached him.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know if Octavia will wanna see me. I just...I'd like to say goodbye."

"Bellamy, first of all, this isn't goodbye, ok?" He frowned.

"You really think she has a chance."

"Are you kidding? Octavia is smart, she's strong. She was Indra's second, and she is a survivor. She has every chance. I believe in her. So should you. Second, this is the end of the world, she's not gonna hold a grudge. She needs you, Bellamy. She needs you now more than ever. So go. I'll see her afterwards."

"Thank you." He gave her a quick kiss before rushing to his sister. Daenerys shook her head slightly. Who increased his doubts? It's normal for him to be unsure but to be this doubtful... someone else doubted Octavia....