when clarke was thirteen, she met the brilliant raven reyes at summer camp, and was instantly enamored by her with and beauty. after declaring themselves best friends, they never leave each other’s side, inseparable. the two ate s’mores by the campfire, snuck out for late-night swimming, and kissed underneath the stars, vowing never to forget each other and parting with promises to write.
raven doesn’t come back the next year, which is a huge loss for clarke. suddenly, camp just doesn’t have the same shine it used to, despite all the wholesome memories she’d made just a year before - not without raven. the year before she begins photojournalism and arts classes at the local community college, she books a job as counselor at the same camp she’d attended in her youth for the extra cash - and, shockingly finds raven there, also an employee. all the ancient, buried feelings flood back to her, and clarke has no power to stop it.
Y’ALL I HAD MY MIDTERM FOR MY GENETICS CLASS TODAY AND I HAD TWO QUESTIONS WITH THE 100 CHARACTERS HAHAHAH IN ONE OF THEM FINN AND RAVEN WERE MARRIED () AND IN THE OTHER MURPHY AND EMORI HAD A “RESOURCEFULNESS GENE” AND I HAD TO CALCULATE THE PROBABILITY OF THEM PASSING IT ON TO THEIR DAUGHTER LMAOOOO
Raven and Anya (badass power couple) decide to set up their friends. Lexa doesn’t want to go but does because Clarke is hot and Anya said she’d give her candles. Clarke is just going along so Raven will shut up but then she meets Lexa and is like wow
summary: in which being bellamy’s best friend can cause a lot of trouble especially when it’s known camp wide and especiallywhen there’s a fugitive on the loose
warning/s: swearing, season one asshole murphy, bellamy almost dying, hurt feelings, off script because i don’t remember like anything from season one
slater’s note: WOOHOO BELLAMY SZN
“where’s bellamy?”
octavia froze at the sound of your voice, her back slightly straightening up as her hand gripped the walkie in her hand tighter. you could see the strain in her knuckles as they turned white, causing you to furrowed your eyebrows, walking closer to her, trying to get sight of her eyes, but she had them closed, tightly, and she didn’t want to open them.
“y/n…”
“octavia, where’s bellamy?”
she had finally opened them up with a sigh, peaking into your own with hesitation and nervousness. it made your facial features tighten together with the sudden pain filling feeling in your stomach.
it couldn’t be good. something was definitely wrong with the way octavia seemed to have made no move to unscrew her mouth—but instead made her eyes speak for her. they slowly dragged from yours to the drop ship where the door was closed.
“what’s going on?” you shifted away from her slowly, eyes beginning to search the small crowd that filled around the drop ship, all equally uneasy. “where’s bellamy?”
“murphy’s back.”
you frowned deeply at the answer coming from a boy who stared at you anxiously, like saying those words would set you off. it only led you deeper into your confusion before you began to connect two and two together, your eyes immediately falling back in line with the metal machine.
“murphy, open up!” you had stormed closer, banging your fist against the usual large opening that was now closed, shielding away any activity that took place inside, most likely including harm towards your best friend.
murphy smirked from the inside, looking to bellamy who froze, his eyes slowly glazing up the drop ship door.
it was a bad idea.
bellamy almost begged for murphy to ignore your calls, shaking his head with hard eyes that said he would regret it if he made a move to open up that metal door.
“murphy, don’t.”
“murphy let me in!”
he smirked, his eyes going back and forth between the two of you before finalizing on bellamy, “you forget, bellamy,” he smirked, “i’m the one in charge here.”
murphy then lifted his walkie, “i’ll let her in, just make her drop her weapons.”
octavia abruptly glanced down at the walkie she had at hand, her stomach beginning to twist again as she looked back up to you. your eyes met and you dropped nothing despite holding a small knife in the back of your belt.
she nodded to you, hesitant, before speaking in the walkie talkie, “she’s ready.”
“no, murphy, don’t open that goddamn door,” bellamy’s look hardened, “she didn’t do anything, please.”
he smirked, “i like it when you beg, bellamy… makes me feel powerful.”
he slapped the button to open the drop ship door, not breaking his eye contact with bellamy who clenched his jaw, glaring.
“awh, princess, nice of you to join us, go sit down by your pal bellamy,” he held the gun loosely, pointing at you to the spot he wanted you at. it made you raise your hands quickly in response, almost flinching away from him even though he was no where close to you. it made him smile in response, “what, did your parents hit you as a kid? go sit down.”
you glanced to bellamy, who was trying not to break the blank expression on his face, trying to hide the fact that he cared so much. bellamy’s feelings and emotions could only get him in so much more trouble from here on out.
“now tie these up,” he tossed a bunch seatbelts towards bellamy after once again closing the drop ship door. “i want you to tie her up so she can watch you hang.”
you glanced up to the boy who looked down to you before looking to the seatbelts in his hands, gripping them tightly for a moment before looking back to you.
when you landed on earth, you were attracted to bellamy right away and the big brother atmosphere he gave off… and even though he already had a younger sister, he took you in like another. he was the fastest friend you had ever made—well the only one actually. he made stupid decisions but he did it all in thought for his own safety… for your safety.
you were his right hand man.
you stared up to the man with helpless eyes, you couldn’t give him anything and he almost winced back because of it. he almost had expected you to have a plan, but with marching in here without a gun and only going by the second, you couldn’t offer anything. and the knife hidden within your belt could only go so far.
“i want you to hang, bellamy.”
“murphy, listen-“ you spoke fast in fear but were cut off fast.
“shut up,” murphy spoke quickly, practically lashing out and over into your direction, “i’m tired of you having yourbitchtalk for you, trying to get you out of shit that you're bound to end up in.”
fast into your friendship you caught up onto feelings that you didn’t seem coming. you devoted yourself to him because of it, because you were practically in love with the boy—and blind. but it felt wrong… and you figured you wouldn’t do anything about the feelings, not wanting to risk anything.
murphy sighed as he analyzed the two of you all paused from making any moves, staring right back at him in caution, “get tying before i shoot.”
you looked back up to bellamy right away, watching him begin to tie slowly before kneeling down before you. you almost shook your head frantically in disagreement, knowing if he tied you up it’d put you in a worser situation than you already were in.
he gave you a pointed look in return, “trust me.”
you practically stared at him in disbelief but relentlessly gave up, slowly giving him your hands paired together. what could he possibly do now?
“behind the back, bellamy,” murphy dumbfounded, “none of that bullshit.”
you could see a visible cringe as bellamy looked back up from the tying, clenching his jaw before moving behind you. he pulled your arms gently and began to tie once more with nervous hands.
murphy’s eyes connected with yours in the process and a sudden smirk came upon his face as if remembering something. you wouldn’t lie—it scared you the moment he tipped his jaw up and spoke, “let’s tell a story, one i think you’ll like, y/n. it’s about your friend bellamy.”
you could feel the boy freeze from behind you, looking up from his work, glaring with being unknowing to this story.
“not really a story just—i mean i don’t know enough so i think bellamy should tell it himself,” he finally met eyes with him, “how was fucking reyes?”
of course.
of fucking course he knew.
“i can’t remember if this was before or after you found out y/n likes you?” he tipped his head in an increase of confidence, “remind me, i’m foggy on all the details.”
you felt your chest tighten uncomfortably to the point you swore it’d explode—break—crack—cause you further pain, but it stayed in the same repetitive strain that made you choke.
“alright, that’s enough,” bellamy stood.
“woah, woah, sense when did i say you could stand. sit back down blake,” he moved toward bellamy as well, challenging him while making it obvious that he still held that gun. “now fill our friend in, i’m sure she’d love to know.”
you gaze up to him, suppressing any emotion to overcome your face. you couldn’t even fess up what you even felt. bellamy looked down to you, a look of sympathy striking his features before looking back up to murphy, “this doesn’t need to happen.”
“it’s too late for that,” he nodded, sure of himself, his face going blank but his eyes filling with anger, “you know on second thought, i want you to hang now,” he nodded toward the noose that was already tied and hung perfectly with a stool underneath it.
“go on,” he nodded again and bellamy had no choice but to take a step onto the stool and place his head through the rope of seatbelts after a long period of hesitation and looking between you and murphy.
“murphy, please,” your eyes went wide at him, sporting an innocences that looked strange on you. “don’t do this.”
“why shouldn’t i?” he seemed to slant back, looking amused, “huh, y/n? i mean you seem to know bellamy so well, why don’t you enlighten me. why should i let your boyfriend live?”
you kept your mouth shut with finding no valid reason as to why murphy would let bellamy live. what he did was unforgivable and if you were in murphy’s position, you would have allowed your anger to get the best of you and…
“look, murphy, i understand that you’re feeling angry right now-“
“understand?” he scoffed, moving closer to you before bending down so his face was close to yours, “you don’t even remotely understand what i feel right now.”
he was so on edge and unstable that you could see it through his pupils. he wanted revenge—you’d have to be dumb to not realize it, but there was something else. he was spiraling, his mind was racing, and you could see his emotions leaking from little spaces on his face.
“this won’t help, murphy, believe me. having bellamy hang won’t help you feel any better.”
“i think it will,” he smiled blandly, “see, me and bellamy, we’re not the same,” he shook his head, looking off a little. “you may be able to convince bellamy of anything, but not me. you can’t get him out of this one.”
“you want to bet?” you finally untangled yourself from the tie around your wrists that you had been working in for the past couple of minutes, reaching forward and stabbing the knife from your belt in his shoulder.
it had to be luck or just amazing timing because the minute murphy shrunk back, grabbing his arm where the weapon stuck out, octavia came rushing in as did the rest of the camp, ready to put him down.
**
“i need to talk to you,” bellamy’s rough hand clasped your shoulder from where you sat on the drop ship table, waiting for clarke to come back. his touch made you tense up before slightly easing back into a slouch, looking up to the man who had a look on his face you were unfamiliar with.
“okay,” you look at him curiously, hoping off the surface of the table before moving with him toward the corner.
he seems hesitant, his eyes not meaning yours as he thinks of how to speak without overstepping on something, “i need you to understand that i would never hurt you,” he looks at you sadly, his eyes piercing yours, wanting you to listen and understand even if you shouldn’t. “i didn’t think and i will forever regret that, especially after today.”
you hated that you had to listen to his apology, mainly because you felt you hadn’t even had enough time to process it all.
“i take you for granted,” his lips pressed into a thin line and his hand reached for your forearm, grasping it lightly. “i care about you, a lot.” his stare is pointed and hard, almost as if forcing you to understand this, to accept this, “i’m sorry.”
“bellamy, you don’t-“
“you saved my ass today,” he cut you off, seeming to ignore you completely while changing his tone. “again.”
you stared at him with a lost expression and he finally looked at you, finally, with a look that’d you accept. he stared at you softly, smiling hopelessly, before leaning in toward you, pressing a kiss on your cheek, “i’ll forever be in debt to you.”
athena had dreamt of death many times. even in the youngest of her years she wondered what it felt like, what would be the cause, and whether it’d be untimely. she thought about it so much, it didn’t even scare her.
but once the apocalypse had hit and people started dropping left from right, athena’s deathly dreams had increased as well as worries and concerns of death being untimely and true, until it just… stopped. she got used to it; the feeling of being terrorized.
now, the boy before her smiled making her feel terrorized. a horrible feeling swelling to the core of her chest, warm but aching as she gripped her gun tighter in hopes he’d just go away, he’d leave her alone.
but he didn’t move and it was silent until he speaks words she knows are bullshit;
“i don’t intend on hurting you, athena,” his rough voice blended well with the cracking of the fire, the soft light climbing up the front of his face, illuminating his tan and freckles and every scar that complimented his face more than it should have.
“then leave.”
he smiled, dimples piercing the corner of his cheeks while he tilted his head to the side, “now why would i do that?”
“because i’m not scared to fucking shoot you.”
“you wouldn’t want to do that,” his smiled increased in taunt, feeling he now had the upper hand even if she had the gun. “especially when i have something you want.”
athena’s eyebrows narrowed as she stared at him more closely now. what could she possibly want from him?
“i’ll make a deal with you.”
“a deal?” she raised her brow, a feeling of deep amusement entering her stomach as she slightly tilted her head to the side, watching him even more carefully now.
“yes, a deal,” he cut her off before she make a smart remark or shoot him down. “i promise, it’s worth your while.”
“why?”
"because i promise you, i know what you want and i can get it to you,” his eyebrows slightly raising and his tone slowing. there was something about it that made her want to fall into that, trust that, but that’s what seemed so untrusting about it—all too well rehearsed. “trust me.”
silence, until she inhales and narrows her brows, “how do you know what i want?”
“because you want what everyone else does in this world.”
“and what’s that?” she motioned for him to continue.
“safety, shelter, food, water,” he motioned, “reassurance that you’ll wake up in the morning.”
“and you have all that?” she quirked a brow finding that hard to believe.
“no, not yet.”
“but you’re saying you can give that all to me?”
he nodded his head.
she gave in, “what do you want?”
“terminus.”
she frowned harder at the name, knowing very well what he was talking about, “what do i have to offer you?”
“the way. for the past week you have been making it impossible for me to find it,” a sound of fake grief comes over his voice and look of strategy comes into clarity, “you’re the one who’s been tearing the maps down, right?”
athena felt her stomach sink deeper at his question. just the thought that he had been watching her long enough to know that and she didn’t spot him once—terrified her. she kept her mouth shut, once again unsure about his motive and unsure of his nature. even if he wanted her, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t hurt her.
“right,” he nodded to himself, “i know you know the way. you must with the amount of maps and pieces of paper you pull off and burn. just, why?”
she hated that question, she didn’t even know how to answer that in the first place.
“you must have a good reason, athena.”
she clenched her jaw. she felt her head would explode if he stayed any longer, “you follow the train tracks.”
“what-“
“you follow the tracks and you get where you need to be,” she mumbled, “there, i gave you what you wanted, now go.”
“i’m afraid that’s not the deal,” he tsked, tipping his head a bit, “that’s not what i want, you know that. hell, you haven’t even got what you want.”
she stood suddenly, now being more firm with her aim as she had her gun right back pointed at bellamy, “i want you to leave.”
“now, you don’t want that,” he stood, mirroring her, causing a spike of anxiety to strike her chest. “c’mon now, athena. tell me, why did you take those maps down?” his conversation was all over and she wonder if that was to distract her from him inching closer.
“afraid, are you?” he wasn’t even across from the fire now, but almost within arm length.
“why would i be?”
“you tell me,” he reached out to take the gun but she yanked with a pull of the trigger, missing, but bellamy wasn’t aware as he tackled her body to the ground, now fighting her for the gun.
they were rolling in the dirt now in fight for the gun and for a pin but it seemed she wouldn’t win either one, especially once he had her pushed further into the hard ground with the pressure of his hands pinning her arms by her head and his body overall overweighting hers.
“this isn’t a fight you’ll win.”
“try me,” she grunted, attempting to grasp for the gun inches away from her hand, but her world went dark before she could find any redemption.
**
she prayed she wasn’t dead. for once, she wished she wasn’t dead.
and she wasn’t.
the clear sweet noise of birds eased her awake but quickly swayed her into an aching feeling that resonate at the side of her skull. a sudden wave of hot flashes over came her and she suddenly felt sick to her stomach as she tried her best to sit up from her position on the cold hard ground. 
she doesn’t even think of last night till she hears the whistling and everything crashes back to her like a fall. she eased her hand to her head and the feeling of dry blood knitting up her hair kisses her finger tips and she cringes harder, the feeling of the stranger hitting her with a hidden gun, renews, and it makes her groan.
“you’re awake.”
she grunts in reply, now gaining feeling in her arms and legs as she pushes her self to sit up right, now leaned against a tree, trying to clear her eyes.
“i didn’t mean to hit you so hard,” he leans down and her vision suddenly clears once his hand pushes against the side of her head, looking to the small head wound, “you just wouldn’t listen.”
she leans away from his touch, the inside of her head screaming for her to sock him in the face but she knows better and it wouldn’t go well, especially with him having the upper hand.
“i need you to know that i won’t be leaving you until you shake my hand and make a deal with me.”
she narrows her brows, still clasping the side of her head. she wanted to swear at him but there was some strange force that was keeping her grounded and comfortable—something that was telling her the stranger in front of her wasn’t a threat.
“fine, as long as you don’t fucking hit me upside the head that hard again,” she eyes him roughly, now pushing herself to her feet. “jesus.”
he leans away from her, slightly smiling at her grumbling, reminding him of his sister. he watches her walk over to where her bag was with a slight tip in her step making it obvious that she was still out of it from the hit. he knew she wouldn’t try to run, not in the dizzy state she was in, there was something reassuring him of it.
“my name is bellamy by the way.”
athena sighed, beginning to dig in her bag for the one thing that’d get him out of her hair, “well, bellamy, you’re a fucking ass.”
he laughs dryly, still leaned by the spot she was previously at until he got to his feet, now turning to lean on the tree with his arms crossed.
“you want to get to terminus, you’re going to need a map,” athena turned, now facing bellamy and holding out a folded piece of paper she was saving for herself. “there are many different ways to get there but i’m still not sure if there’s a there to get to.”
terminus had honestly seemed too good to be true—hence why she was so skeptical of its existence. athena had put it on the bottom of her bucket list especially after hearing all the bad rumors of it from a woman she used to trade with, deciding it’s discovery could wait. but maybe she’d know sooner rather than later.
now seeing bellamy in light was strange. although he was equally as appealing as in the dark, his features looked more sharper and striking. the hard look on his face made her stomach tumble as she handed the map to him and he took it hesitantly, “i was hoping to clear it myself but.. seems like you’ll get there before i ever will.”
“this wasn’t our deal.”
“we made no deal,” she moves away from him with a shift backwards on her feet, “don’t take offense to this bellamy, but i don’t want to travel with you, especially after this blood wound on my head.”
“you’re not going to get there on your own, athena. there are a lot more people scarier than i am and who will do a lot more than hit you with a gun,” he throws the map to her feet. “i want you to take me there yourself.”
“i’m not going,” she sat herself down, “i changed my mind and i changed it awhile ago. you can’t make me go anywhere near that place.”
bellamy clenches his jaw and a sudden twist of anger overcomes him as he feels as though all his options had ran out and away from him. he sat down quickly next to her, shifting back and forth, looking for her eyes that were fixated on the ground.
“my group got split up a month ago and before that we were planning to make our way to terminus. i can only assume that that’s where they’re going and therefore where i have to go,” the tone of his voice is hard, making him sound like he was all business oppose to playful—something it was last night. “the only problem is i can’t go because i don’t where it is and your map doesn’t reassure anything.”
she tips her head back, eyeing him closely and the sudden new persona of his that actually made her uneasy and want to surrender.
“i don’t trust you, athena, as i’m sure you don’t of me,” he leans closer to her, now whispering, “that’s why you’re coming with me.”
“or what?”
it was one question. simple. something that couldn’t hurt but the taunting tone and the way she leaned in real close to him didn’t help the discomposed feeling building up in his chest.
“i’ll kill you,” he mumbles, “for real this time, i won’t just hit you upside the head, i’ll kill you but you won’t get the pleasure of being buried underground like that man you shot last night. you’ll be left for the walkers.”
silence.
“you act like death would be so scary,” athena presses on with her own threat, her nose almost touching against his, “i have seen many men like you bellamy. men who think a bullet couldn’t stop them until they’re proved wrong with the gun i carry and the no hesitation policy i have. you don’t scare me.”
it seemed like routine now and she wasn’t surprise when he pulled the gun on her, pressing it up to her throat, “you have a brave mouth.”
“you can’t keep waving your gun like you’ll shoot me,” she glared at him, “if you need me so bad, why shoot me?”
“i can’t have you going around telling people about me and the things i want, athena.”
“paranoid, aren’t you, bellamy?” she shoved on top of him, landing the both them on the ground, fumbling for the gun that he kept a tight grip on. he was persistent and was already rolling on top of her—once again with the upper hand.
her mind was racing and the feeling of his body weight pressing against her caused significant anxiety and adrenaline that made her heart scream to move but he got up before she could do anything in response to it.
“knock it off,” he towered over her, his arm outstretched and pointed with the handgun to her body that still lied on the ground helplessly.
“bellamy, please, bellamy,” a sudden franticness overcame her as his tall figure now had the higher ground—she begs, begs for her life with the reality that hits the situation, “please—”
his eyes soften, images flicking between his sister and her. so much alike, both still so innocent no matter how hard they try to put up a wall of steel and strong hearted faces.
“athena—“
except his sister and athena weren’t alike at all. athena held no sympathy for him, she didn’t fear him, and she just wanted to live. that’s why she quickly slipped her foot from underneath him causing his hefty body to crash against the forest floor, leaves and branches crunching beneath him.
bellamy’s gun skipped away from him like a rock on water, as he had let go of it in surprise. she was quick, climbing on top of him just to grab the gun like a reflex.
and just as bellamy had processed what had exactly happened and that he was no longer on the higher ground, she was already straddling his waist, leaned back, hair ripped from her already messy pony tail with the barrel of the gun filling most of his eyesight.
“you don’t have to do this-“
“it’s you or me, right?” she breathes unsteadily, still trying to catch her breath, “only one really entitled for this world.”
“athena, i am just trying to survive, just like you,” his hands are up midair, his head bobbing up and down, struggling to keep it up, wanting to see her, “you’d do the same thing-“
“shut up,” she huffs, “you don’t get to tell me what i’d do. you don’t know me.”
“and you don’t know me,” he shoved himself up fast, pulling out a blade she had never seen before and slicing the sharp edge into her shoulder. “i always get what i want.”
athena let out a loud yelp, her hand pressing against the large gash that had immediately started staining her top with liquid red. her breathing became labored as she stared over to him, feeling even more woozy than when she had woken up.
“you underestimate what i can do, athena. you don’t realize i’m not like all those men you claim to put bullets in,” he’s out of breath himself, pushing to his feet before nabbing the gun she held. “and like you, i also have a no hesitation policy.”
he rose the gun and pulled the trigger before making one swift swing to the side of her head causing everything to go dead and black.
