hawthornewhisperer:

based on this trainwreck of a twitter thread. Some baseless season 5 spec.







Bellamy strained against his bonds when the door opened and a guard shoved a small, bound form forward. The Eligius crew had been keeping him in one of their– apparently many– prison cells on the ship, and he didn’t know if that meant the other cells were all full, or if they just didn’t give a shit about putting more than one prisoner together.



The door slammed shut and Bellamy squinted at the new prisoner. She threw herself against the door and began hammering at it with her fists and shouting, demanding to be let out. She was young, far younger than anyone he’d seen on the ship, and for a moment he wondered if she was a plant, there to trap him into something. Into what, he couldn’t figure, since he was currently chained to a wall already, but the something about her clothes gave him pause.

They were colorful. He hadn’t seen any colors other than black or grey on the miners, and all of their clothing bore the hallmarks of repurposed uniforms, either prisoner or guard. But this girl was wearing things that had been scavenged.

She was a grounder.

That meant there were survivors.

“Hey,” he called, and she whirled around, seeing him for the first time. “I won’t hurt you,” he said, and held up his chained hands.

She eyed him warily and stayed as far from him as humanly possible. “Who are you?” she asked.

“Their prisoner. And if you are too, then maybe we’re on the same side.” This girl was too old to have been born after Praimfaya, he realized. He fought against the tiny spark of hope in his chest. Just because she survived doesn’t mean Clarke did. She was probably sheltered from the blast; Clarke was caught out in it. “I’m Bellamy. What’s your name?”

Something like a smile flickered across her face. “Madi. I’ve heard of you, you know.”

That familiar pang of guilt twanged in his stomach. He’d never outrun what he did with Pike, even after the world burned to the ground. “Whatever you heard, I won’t hurt you,” he assured her. “I’ve got people on the outside and they’ll be coming for me. We just need to be ready.”

Her eyes flickered at the mention of the others, but Bellamy didn’t have time to ponder the meaning of that. He talked her through his plan and she nodded along, even offering to pretend to be injured so it would bring a guard running. He just had to hope that Echo had rallied the others for a rescue attempt and sat back to wait and listen for the sounds of it.

He was about to ask Madi to tell him how she’d survived– he wanted to know who else they would be dealing with– but a loud explosion rocked the ship. He motioned for Madi to be silent and when he could make out the sounds of fighting, he turned to her. “It’s my people. We need them to know where we are.”

She nodded and immediately started whacking her handcuffs against the door. Smart girl, he thought to himself and slammed his chains against the metal pipe. He shouted, over and over again, and so did Madi, until someone outside yelled for them to back away from the door. Madi ran to him and he just had enough time to throw his body over hers when the door blew open and Raven stepped in with a pleased grin on her face, half hidden by the helmet she was wearing. “Miss me, Blake?”

“Cute,” he replied sardonically, picking himself and Madi up off the ground. “Got anything for these?” he asked and held up his chains.

“Looks like you found a kid,” Raven observed and pulled out a portable blowtorch. She had him free of his chains in seconds and Madi just a moment later. “I’m Raven,” she said, and Madi rubbed her wrists gratefully. Raven handed Bellamy another helmet and he put it on, bringing the blast shield down to cover his face.

“I know,” Madi said, but before Bellamy could wonder how she knew Raven, another explosion shook the ship.

“That’ll be Echo, and that’s our cue to go. Murphy’s holding the corner. Can you run, kid?”

“I can,” Madi said proudly.

“Then run like hell and don’t stop until you get to the woods. The rest of our people are there. They might be spooked by you, but they won’t hurt a kid, I promise.”

“I know,” Madi said again. “She said–”

“Raven, now,” Murphy bellowed from down the hall. Bellamy grabbed Madi’s hand and started running, catching a gun Murphy tossed him as they sprinted past.

“Keep going!” he yelled at Madi and crouched down behind a pillar to lay down cover fire. Madi ran, zig-zagging to make herself a more difficult target, and Bellamy waited until Raven and Murphy had passed him to pick up and start running again.

He made it to the woods just a second before Echo, and everyone started to sprint back to the rocket. But after a quarter mile at a dead run, they were lagging– real gravity was more tiring than generated gravity– and Madi took a sharp left. “This way!” she called over her shoulder. “You’ll be safe over here.”

Echo and Raven looked to him and he made a split second decision to trust this girl and whoever raised her. He nodded and everyone fell into pace behind Madi, hurtling through the woods as the sounds of the Eligius pursuit faded away. They slowed their pace slightly and the trees started clearing. Madi looked back at him, a huge smile on her face. “She’s going to be so excited to see you,” she said, and bolted across the meadow to a small, blue hut. “Clarke!” she yelled, and Bellamy’s heart stopped.

His feet stopped too, and everyone behind him drew up short. A compact blonde woman burst out of the hut barely two yards away, gun drawn. She looked like the Clarke he remembered with small changes– shorter hair, leaner muscles– and Bellamy blinked rapidly. She was dead. She was dead, but she’s standing right there. “It’s me, and look who I found,” Madi said, and Clarke lifted her gun to aim at the rest of them. They were wearing helmets, he remembered through his shock, and she couldn’t see their faces.

But Raven beat him to it and tossed her helmet aside. Clarke stared at Raven’s face in disbelief. “It’s us, Clarke,” Raven said, gently.

Clarke slowly lowered her gun and stepped forward. She touched Raven’s cheek like she was seeing if she was real, and Raven lowered her forehead to press against Clarke’s. Clarke took a shaky breath and straightened, her eyes scanning the rest of the group only to stop on him. “Bellamy?” she whispered, and he dropped his gun and pulled off his helmet. A slow smile spread across her face at the sight of him, and it felt like seeing a sunrise for the first time.

Bellamy didn’t remember moving and didn’t remember Clarke taking a step, but somehow she was in his arms. She buried her face in his neck and he tucked his nose into her hair, squeezing her so tightly he was sure she couldn’t breathe but he couldn’t let go, not for anything. He felt her heart thumping against his and his brain finally realized that this was real and not some cruel trick. He blinked, not realizing he’d been crying, and Clarke pulled back just enough to look him in the eye. She was crying too, her cheeks wet, and she wiped away a tear from his cheekbone with her thumb. “Took you long enough,” she chided, half-laughing, half-crying.

“You know me, princess,” he said thickly. “I like to make an entrance.”