Fate is a funny thing, Bellamy thinks idly one afternoon in the lab. He never would he have imagined that his life would have taken this course; the first generation to the ground, the same generation that might see the end of humanity. As he thinks that Clarke looks up from the charts she’s working on and searches the room for him. She finds his gaze and smiles. On the Ark, they might never have met. Here, they did. Whatever happens next, he can’t help but be grateful for that.