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The Preserve | Wednesday Morning

Bellamy came awake with a start.

He didn't remember falling asleep last night, couldn't remember if it'd been voluntary or if he'd just passed out from exhaustion. Disoriented, Bellamy blinked up at the trees. For a second, he thought he was back where he'd come from, back near Grounder territory.

Back to finding his sister.

"Roma?" Bellamy yelled, climbing to his feet and picking up the gun he'd tucked against his hips. "Diggs? Finn?"

No one answered. Bellamy took a few careful steps, gun pointed down but ready to be lifted if need be. His eyes darted back and forth, trying to find something familiar. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of movement.

Spinning, he jerked his gun up and took aim. His finger was a millisecond from depressing the trigger when he stopped himself. In the distance, his eyes settled on a brightly colored deer. The guy from yesterday (what was his name? Winston?) had told him there hadn't been any nuclear bombs here but that animal's coloring was telling him otherwise.

Bellamy lowered his gun. The deer scampered off and he was alone again.

[Open if you're out in the woods for any reason. Just getting him settled down.]

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Even though it had been months since she arrived, Clarke still went out into the woods every once in awhile to look for home. She didn't even know why she was doing it anymore since she was a lot safer here than there but still...she felt like she owed it to everybody to look.

She wasn't exactly bothering to be quiet as she walked around. She had let her guard down in the last few months.

Edited 2015-07-22 15:48 (UTC)

Bellamy had taken to slinking around quietly after the encounter with the weirdly colored deer. He'd found absolutely nothing but leaves, dirt, and fallen branches. No sign of bunkers built into the ground or camps crossing the trees.

The sudden appearance of noise caught his attention. For a second, he thought it was another of those deer and almost ignored it. But, that was before catching sight of another person a few feet away.

He didn't recognize her yet but and he really didn't want another fight this morning so he made his way behind her, trying to catch her off guard so he wouldn't need to do anything but make his presence known to gain the upper hand.

Bellamy was always better at the whole stealth thing than Clarke, so it was no surprise she didn't notice someone was behind her. She did notice the strange deer, however. She wondered if that was weirder than it having two heads.

Bellamy crept close enough that he could see the fall of her blonde hair against her back. Hope rose in him for a second but he squashed it. There was no way it was her, no way she'd just stumbled into these woods.

He planted his feet and said, "Stop. Turn around."

The gun stayed pointed at the ground because Bellamy knew he could take her down if it came to it. She was small, slight, and he had no problem using his height and weight to take down anyone, girl or not.

Clarke froze in her tracks. She knew who the voice sounded like but she didn't allow herself to believe it was anybody she knew. That was impossible.

Imagine her surprise when she turned around. "Bellamy?"

Apparently, Bellamy should have hoped since it was actually Clarke when she turned around. His eyes widened and he stared at her, speechless.

"Clarke?" He took a step closer and then stopped himself. "What the hell is going on?"

"I have no idea," she said, not really believing this was happening right now. "How did you even get here?"

"I don't freaking know," Bellamy said, scowling. "I was out looking for you and my sister and one second I was there, the next I was here with people acting like I was some crazy person."

Clarke let out a relieved laugh, happy to see somebody familiar even if it was Bellamy. Before she could really think about it she was rushing forward to hug him.

It had been a stressful few months, okay?

Well, add another surprise to the long (and getting longer) list Bellamy had accumulated as soon as he'd ended up here. Getting hugged by anyone who wasn't Octavia was pretty unheard of before today.

He stood there, hands at his sides for a second, before returning the embrace. "What is going on, Clarke? Where the hell am I?"

"I don't know if you'll believe me," Clarke said, pulling away from him. "It's...it's crazy. Crazier than the other stuff we've seen."

Yes, even crazier than the death fog.

"Tell me anyway," he said because he was tired of being confused. "The two people I met yesterday only wanted to take my gun and hit me."

Somehow that didn't surprise Clarke at all.

Clarke took in a deep breath, trying to figure out a way to word this that didn't make her sound crazy. "We're in the past."

Yeah that sounded crazy.

"The past," Bellamy said flatly. If allowed himself think and really consider her words, they made some sort of surreal sense. He'd seen the buildings, seen the people wandering around without guns. "Bullshit."

Bellamy didn't think about it, though. Not yet.

Edited 2015-07-22 19:38 (UTC)

Clarke nodded. "Somewhere in Maryland. The war hasn't happened yet, the Ark doesn't exist."

And, depressingly, everyone they knew was about a hundred years away from being born.

Clarke was a lot of things but Bellamy was pretty sure she wasn't a liar. Especially not in a situation where he was agitated and had a gun.

"Is my sister here with you?" he asked frantically, looking around. "If you're here, that mean she's here too?"

He'd believe anything Clarke said to him if Octavia was with her.

"It's just me," she said, looking concerned. "What happened to Octavia?"

"She's disappeared," Bellamy spat, resisting the urge to stomp around. "I thought she'd gone after you. We've been looking for you since you ran off. Finn whines about it every damn day."

Clarke flushed at the memory of Finn. And here she had been so close to pretending to forget about him.

"I'm sorry, Bellamy, I don't know where she is," Clarke said. "I don't even know how I ended up here or how to get back."

Bellamy's lips thinned into a tight line. "Why can't we leave? What is this place? I thought I'd been hallucinating or something. Grounders have acid fog, why not something that makes this happen?"

"I doubt the Grounders would make me go to high school," Clarke said, sighing.

"...seriously?" Bellamy gaped at her and shook his head. Disbelief and anger warred for dominance in his gut. He went for anger. "We're all barely surviving and you're going to school? Having a good time?"

Well, the hug had been a nice thing when it happened, right?

"It's not like I haven't been trying to get back, Bellamy," Clarke snapped. "I'm not exactly walking in these woods for fun."

Scowling, Bellamy kicked at the base of a tree like he'd be able to knock the damn thing down or something. It didn't budge.

"There was really no nuclear war here?" he asked her after a minute of sulking.

Clarke was so impressed by your displays of masculinity, Bell, really.

"No, there isn't," she said. "We're about a hundred years in the past."

"What the hell?" Bellamy breathed, staring up at tree tops and the bits of blue sky he could see beyond them. "What in the hell?"

It was unreal. This place was untouched by radiation and didn't have Grounders creeping through the woods, stealing people he loved.

"What am I supposed to do here?" he asked like Clarke would hold the answer to that. If Octavia wasn't around, searching for her would be pointless. He couldn't go to freaking school either.

Clarke shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you. Been trying to figure that out myself for the last few months."

Bellamy shook his head. He was doing that enough that he thought his head might just twist right off his neck. This whole thing was freaking unreal.

"If Finn thinks this puts him in charge..." He trailed off and growled. Finn would get everyone killed. He was too softhearted. No backbone.

"There's nothing we can do about it," Clarke said, even though she thought Finn would be a terrible leader as well. She had seen firsthand how trustworthy he could (not) be.

There was plenty he could do about it if you counted bitching and moaning. And he did that well when he wanted to.

Bellamy tilted his head back and blew out a breath. "My sister's gone. And I can't find her when I'm here."

"I'm sorry." She had nothing to do with his situation, but she still felt the need to apologize for it. "We'll find a way to get back. We have to, right?"

It wasn't her fault but damned if Bellamy didn't want to blame her anyway. Instead, he just sighed and put his hands on his hips.

"You figured out anything at all in the time you've been here?" he asked her.

"Nothing useful." Only that she wished she had actually grown up during this time period. "It's been like a long history lesson."

"Fantastic," Bellamy said sarcastically. "Looks like we're making great progress in getting out of here."

It wasn't you, Clarke. He felt like a failure right about now. His one job had been Octavia and he'd fucked that up royally.

"Having fun otherwise?" he asked dryly.

"Tons of it," she said, equally as dry. "You're not the only one who needs to get back, Bellamy. I get that you're frustrated and worried but you're going to need to make the best of this."

The thing was he didn't want to make the best of it. That'd mean accepting this as something more than a temporary setback and he couldn't do that.

"And I suppose you have suggestions for me, Princess?" he asked.

"Find a place to live and find a way to afford food," Clarke said. She understood better than anybody how tough it was to act normal when all you wanted to do was go home but she also learned moping helped nothing. "Or I guess you could kill the green deer to eat."

"They looking for janitors around this place?" he muttered angrily. "Bet that's a job I could excel at."

Ugh.

Clarke threw her hands up in the air. Yeah she hadn't missed this. "I don't care what you do, Bellamy, just don't get arrested."

That was asking a lot, Clarke. A lot.

"Bet you're so upset that it's me here and not precious Finn," he snapped, letting his anger take over. "Sorry to disappoint you, Princess."

"I'm happy to see anybody familiar, Bellamy." Except maybe Murphy.

Murphy had his good qualities. He was a great...asshole. Every group needed one.

"Guess I'll be sleeping out here until I can figure out how to bribe someone to let me sleep outside." It wasn't the worst thing, sleeping outside. He'd done it before, he'd do it again. "Think of me when you're tucking yourself into bed tonight."

If Bellamy hadn't been acting like such a jackass Clarke would have offered to sneak him into the dorms. But he was a jackass. It was summer, he'd survive sleeping outside.

"I'll check up on you." After Clarke got rid of the urge to punch him.

"I don't need your charity," Bellamy told her, already turning back towards his camp. "Go back to school, Princess. Learn your words."

He was great at making people want to punch him. That was his talent.

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