spoilers for 413, bellamy/clarke, 1600 words, gen. AO3!
Even though it’s not really the same as coming down in the first time, Bellamy still has this strange sense of deja vu as he looks at the door. The ship is smaller, he has fewer people with him, he feels both more and less sure of what he’ll find. They tried to hit the only spot of green they could see, but the controls are a mess, so he’s not sure they got to it. The whole fucking ship is a mess, built out of whatever scrap they could salvage. Even with six years to perfect it, the thing is still held together with spit and prayer, according to Raven.
But it got them to the ground. They’re back.
“Just open the fucking door!” says Raven, and Bellamy lets out a long breath and finally hits the release.
He knows what he’s hoping for: clean air, plants, blue sky. And he gets all of those.
He just also gets a girl, maybe ten or eleven, with brown hair in braids, pointing a gun at him. Which is honestly fairly encouraging; someone survived, and they have firearms. So she probably came out of the bunker.
He puts his hands up on reflex.
“Hey, uh–we come in peace,” he tries, and then says it again in Trig, for good measure. He doesn’t recognize her, but that doesn’t mean anything. She could be from another clan; there are plenty of them he doesn’t know. Or–his heart trips on the thought–she could be a nightblood. She could have survived because of that, and if she survived–
The girl pulls her gun back and looks at him critically. “Are you Bellamy Blake?”
He blinks a few times. “Um, yeah. I’m Bellamy Blake.”
She sounds skeptical, which doesn’t make any fucking sense. She’s the one who brought it up. There’s no reason for her not to believe him.
“Yeah, really. Did you come out of the bunker? Is my sister with you? Octavia?”
“You’re Bellamy?” she says, like she didn’t hear him. She’s making a face like something smells odd. “I thought you’d be taller.”
“Taller?” he asks.
Raven pokes her head out. “It’s been five minutes and you’re already being held at gunpoint? You sure have a way with people, Bellamy.”
“Look, we don’t want to hurt you,” he tells the girl. “Just–”
“I know,” she says. “You just want to see Clarke.”
We need more walls like this in big city’s, just to clean the air. So if any architects follow me, and you get an assignment to design a building, think about it and include it in your design. You will help yourself, your kids and thousands of people with it