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"Bellamy!" Murphy shouted, pushing into Bellamy's tent. In one hand he held his weapon of choice, a six inch blade with a hand crafted hilt. In the other he held, or rather dragged, a small blonde girl, who unlike most people who come in to contact with John Murphy, looked more pissed than afraid. Bellamy liked her already.
“I found her trespassing on our base.” He said, shoving her inside.
She ripped her arm from his grasp and shouted at him, “I told you, I’m not trespassing. And if you had been monitoring to the radio transmissions like you were supposed to you would know that!”
Bellamy saw Murphy’s hand tighten around the hilt of his knife, and knew he had to take control of the situation. He stared the intruder right in the eyes and was met with equal ferocity
“Calm down princess, let’s talk about this like adults. Murphy, take a walk.” Bellamy said, keeping his face blank and not breaking eye-contact.
Murphy protested, but was shut down by stern gland and a curt, “Now” from Bellamy. He left the tent quickly and angrily and had there been a door, Bellamy was sure he would have slammed it behind him.
Bellamy called to mind the interrogation skills he picked up as an ARK cadet. Stay in control, make ‘em wait, don’t give anything away. He walked casually toward his desk and draped his tall figure over the solitary chair which was next to a small, worn table. He sat silently and watched as the girl surveyed his tent. It was the biggest tent on their makeshift base, which wasn’t saying much. They had to pack light and be ready to flee at a moment’s notice. The table and everything on it were necessary for planning and the sheet he had hung up in front of his bed gave him the illusion of privacy.
After a long and tense silence Bellamy cleared his throat and sat straight in his chair. The girl snapped her gaze towards him.
“Who are you, and why are you here?” His voice was low and clear.
“My name is Clarke Griffin. I’m a medic. I was sent here by The General to make sure your people don’t die.” She attempted to match his tone, but couldn’t keep the frustration she felt from leaking into her voice.
Clarke Griffin presented Bellamy with a dilemma. He had been too busy setting up the camp to keep tabs on the radio transmissions. For all he knew this Clarke girl could be an enemy spy sent by ARK to infiltrate his camp. But Bellamy was too proud to admit that he hadn’t been fulfilling his responsibilities as a sergeant. He searched her face for any sign of deception, but when he met her eyes he knew there was none. They reminded him of his sister’s, bright and expressive, unfettered by the walls people so often put up to protect themselves. They were the kind of eyes that told stories without words. And right now they were telling Bellamy that Clarke was telling the truth.
So he peeled himself out of his chair, walked across his tent, stuck his head out of the opening and shouted for Miller, who jogged over immediately.
“Yes sir?”
Bellamy held the tent flap open so Miller could see inside. “This is Clarke Griffin, she’s our new medic. She’ll be staying in Raven’s tent.”
“She’s not going to like that sir.”
“She’ll live.”
Miller nodded, then turned to Clarke and smiled, “Follow me, I’ll show you your tent.”
Clarke gave Bellamy one last glance before following Miller out.
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If he was honest, Bellamy would admit to himself that Clarke showing up was a good thing. He had a hard enough time being in charge without have to deal with everyone’s medical problems, and the longer they were here and the more comfortable people got, the more likely they were to do something stupid and hurt themselves. But Bellamy was not being honest, so he saw Clarke as a nuisance, infringing on his territory and throwing off the unstable, but efficient, dynamic he had established in his camp. He also saw her as a threat to his authority. The fact that no one had informed him that she was coming meant that he wasn’t running as tight a ship as he thought, and because she was the one who brought him to that realization Bellamy saw her as the villain.
As he marched swiftly and purposefully to the second to largest tent in the camp, which housed the radio equipment, Bellamy resolved never to be caught off guard again, especially by the likes of Clarke Griffin. Clarke Griffin. He recognized the name and was struggling to place it, but was interrupted as he neared the tent and heard two loud voices, laughing and goofing off.
Bellamy didn’t bother announcing himself before he tore into the tent. When the boys saw him, with his jaw set hard and anger radiating from him like a nuclear bomb about to go off, they immediately went stiff and silent.
“Jasper, Monty, did you have something you wanted to tell me?”
Jasper Jordan and Monty Green looked everywhere but Bellamy. If he was scary when he was yelling, then Bellamy Blake was absolutely terrifying when he was seething, but exercised enough restraint to speak levelly.
“W-w-what do you mean Bellamy?” stuttered Jasper, Monty was virtually shaking next to him.
“I don’t know,” said Bellamy, feigning innocence. “Maybe something about having a visitor at our top secret camp?”
Realization flashed in their eyes. “We meant to tell you, but we must have forgotten to because we were so busy trying to hack into the ARK’s transmissions.” Monty explained nervously.
“Which you told us to do.” Added Jasper.
Monty shot a look that said not helping at him.
“How can we take down ARK if you two can’t even handle a simple task?!” Bellamy’s said, raising his voice slightly at the end.
“We’re sorry.” Jasper whispered meekly.
“Sorry’s not good enough.” Bellamy exhaled angrily. “If it happens again I’ll give Raven the spare radio and strip it for parts, got it?”
They both nodded sadly and Bellamy had to remind himself that he doesn’t hate them.
“Now get back to work.” He said lightly, heading out. But before he left, he paused, looking back at the boys with a smirk.“And Jasper, Octavia says hi.”
The blush followed by the huge smile that appeared on the younger boy’s face was enough for Bellamy to know that, even if it wasn’t true, it was exactly what he wanted to hear.