#murphy goes for echos suit because emori is gonna die without the helmet

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I'm having a lot of feelings about 1x11 as is to be expected. Bellamy saying what he wants to say and then saying but I'm not the guy who says stuff like that to keep up his selfish asshole image despite clearly Caring So Much the entire episode. Immediately asking raven if it helped, knowing it didn't but hoping it did anyway. How clarke says only people who can be spared should go hunt, but when clarke, finn, and myles don't come back, it's raven, Octavia, Bellamy, and monty who go search for them, all arguably essential personnel.

And then when they find myles, Bellamy does exactly what he would have done if he had been there when they were attacked. He says they need to get myles, who is extremely injured, back to camp. He immediately says he's sorry to raven when he finds out that clarke and Finn were taken, because he assumes that means they're dead or worse, but he can focus on and save this one person, myles, who is in direct danger and in need of help.

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The 100 Season 5 AU (Bellarke)

Season 5 AU in which the radio tower isn’t screwed up and Clarke actually makes it back to Alie’s lab in time to go to space (effectively preventing Becho from ever becoming a thing). I tried to follow the main storyline from the show itself, but I had to take some artistic liberties, and I haven’t watched the show in a couple months. And scientific inaccuracies are accidental and I swear I tried my best. Enjoy!

Bellamy’s POV:

"She has one more minute," Raven says, frantically prepping for takeoff. We're all in the rocket, ready to go. Except for Clarke. She should have left the radio tower 9 minutes ago. She should be here any second. She has to be.

30 seconds later, still no Clarke. "Bellamy... we have to go," Raven says to me, looking scared and sad, but determined. If Clarke's not back, she will launch this rocket. Raven will make sure we survive. If Clarke's not here, Raven will make sure the rest of us survive.

We can't leave Clarke. We can't. I can't. I won't. "No. She'll get here." I'm tearing up, I can feel it. She has to make it back. We can't survive in space for 5 years without her. I can't survive in space for 5 years without her.

CRASH

A bunch of beakers are shoved off a table as someone stumbles into the room. They're wearing one of our hazmat suits. It's Clarke. I don't even struggle with the straps, I have them off and I'm leaning out the door before anyone else has even started to move. She's clearly exhausted. She collapses to the floor, panting, then gets back up.

15 seconds on the clock. Clarke' not going to make it. I make a split second decision and jump out of the rocket. I hear several people yelling at me, probably because what I'm doing is incredibly stupid. A grabbed Clarke's arm, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her with me towards the ship, speeding her up considerably.

7 seconds. I push Clarke up the ladder, helping her into the rocket. I jump in and we both scramble for our seats as Raven preps for take off. I strap in, making sure Clarke has done the same. She’s here. She’s safe. We’re together.

Blast off. We're leaving Earth. Maybe for the last time, because we don't have a way to get back down. My sister is still down there. Octavia is down there. So is Abby. Clarke didn't get to say goodbye to her mom, and it's my fault because I killed the radio talking to Octavia. She's not mad about that, is she? I didn't mean for the radio to die. I just wanted to say goodbye to my sister.

We've reached the ring. Raven is prepping for her space walk. Murphy and Emori are checking each other's oxygen tanks. He has 16 minutes. She has 17. "Well, at least I don't have to watch you die," Murphy mutters, rolling his head back. That’s Murphy’s version of ‘shit shit shit.’

"Nobody is dying," Harper says, glaring at Murphy. "Raven's going to get us in there and get the oxygen running. We're going to survive this." I'm not so sure. "And Monty will have his algae farm." That, I'm really not sure about. 5+ years of eating algae does not sound like much fun. But Monty's excited, and as far as I know, it's our only food source.

Raven gets the doors open. "You did it," I say to Clarke, smiling. I expect her to be proud of herself, or at least be happy about it. Instead, she just nods weakly. That's when I notice how heavily she's breathing. "Clarke, where's your oxygen tank?"

Clarke had sprinted for 10 minutes. Straight. When she'd arrived at the lab she was exhausted. She probably had less oxygen left than any of us. "I'm fine," she whispered. It looked like she was trying to steady her breathing. It didn’t appear to be having any effect. "I'm all good," she says a bit louder than before.

I shook my head. She’s lying straight to my face. She doesn’t want me to worry, I can tell. "Clarke, how much oxygen do you have left?" I ask forcefully. If she's running out of oxygen, we need to know. Clarke can't die. Not now. Not like this. I can’t loose her.

Clarke glanced at her oxygen tank. I could tell she tried to hide it, but I noticed her close her eyes for a split second. In that moment, her face revealed it all. She was accepting her imminent death. Then the expression was gone, covered by her calm collected mask. "11 minutes." That got everyone else's attention quickly.

Clarke hid it well, but I could see the fear hidden in the way she avoided eye contact and the uneasy twitch of her jaw. She was scared. Scared to die. Clarke Griffin was afraid to die. The person who had risked her life for us time and time again was afraid of death. Add that to the long list of reasons that Clarke is the bravest person I know.

Raven's back. She's directing the rocket into the landing pad on the ring. We're all running out of oxygen. Clarke's down to 7 minutes of oxygen. Murphy has 11; Emori has 12. I'm not sure about Monty, Harper, Raven, or Echo. I check my oxygen tank. 11 minutes. More than Clarke.

When we into the ring, Murphy and Emori help Raven move the oxygen machine thing. They have to go find a place to hook it up with the vent system. Meanwhile, Monty, Harper, Clarke, Echo, and I pick a nice hallway and pray that the machine works.

Clarke is pacing. She does that when she feels useless or nervous. "I should go help them. They might need another set of hands. Murphy might do something stupid. Emori doesn’t have a lot of experience managing technology."

I cut her off before she can continue panicking. "Clarke. You've done plenty. Raven knows what she's doing. Murphy and Emori will give her all the help she needs." Clearly she doesn't believe me. I'm scared too, but I know Raven can do this. "Clarke, you have less oxygen than any of us. Sit down." She does, begrudgingly.

Monty and Harper sit too, talking quietly. Echo ignores us. I stand near the wall, trying to relax and trust Raven. Clarke looks even more frustrated. Then her oxygen tank beeps. 1 minute. She has one minute of oxygen. I check my tank. 5 minutes. I see Echo checking hers. 3 minutes. Monty has 6, Harper has 5. I can see panic in everyone's eyes.

Clarke's oxygen runs out. She struggles for breath for a few seconds before breathing, "Help..."

Harper reaches for her oxygen tank but Monty stops her. "I have more," he says, removing his oxygen tank and holding his breath. Harper helps Clarke remove her helmet and Monty holds the oxygen tank to her face. She takes a deep breath and relaxes, looking calmer. She hands the oxygen back to Monty, who waits a little while before using it. Clarke is starting to struggle again, so Monty gives it back to her. They continue like this for a few minutes, until Echo's oxygen tank gives the 1-minute warning.

I reach for my tank, but Harper gets hers off first, she stands up as Echo pulls of her helmet. Harper removed her own, holding her breath, and offers Echo the oxygen tank. Echo takes it and takes a breath, just as Clarke tries to use Monty's and gets nothing. It's empty.

I remove my oxygen tank, and give it to Clarke, then remove my helmet. Harper and I are the only ones left with oxygen in our tanks. Echo, Harper, and I sit down, and start passing the tanks to whoever needs them. When my eyes start to close, an oxygen tank is thrust into my hands and I take a breath. I give it to Harper, who looks ready to collapse.

She gets nothing. Somebody passes her the other oxygen tank. She takes a breath, then hands it to Echo, who's looking faint. Echo gets nothing. We're out of air. "Get her to the vent," Monty says. "When the oxygen comes on she needs it first."

We all help Echo get to the vent. She's the first to loose consciousness. Monty goes next. We all look at Harper who looks terrified. Her fear speeds up her heart rate, and she looses consciousness next.

Clarke lies down, trying to conserve energy. I join her. What if Raven doesn't get the oxygen on? What if it was broken? What if we're all going to die. I don't say this out loud. What I do say is, "See you on the other side, Princess." My vision is fuzzy. Everything's going black. I hear a buzz. Is there a bug in here? I don't know. I don't know anything.

***

When I wake up, Harper is already awake, attempting to push Monty's unconscious body towards the venting system. I push myself into a sitting position. "Oh thank god," Harper says. "Move Clarke, please. I was going to move her after Monty."

Clarke is still out of it, limp on the ground next to me. I half lift her and slide her towards the air vent with Echo. Then I help Harper with Monty, who was farther away. "Did you check their pulses?" I ask her. What if they're dead? What if Clarke's dead?

Harper nods. "They're alive. Just deoxygenated." Thank god. "I haven't seen Raven, Murphy, or Emori yet. But they should be ok. When the others wake up we should go find them."

Echo starts to stir, along with Clarke. Good. Monty's not moving yet, but I think that's ok.

Echo wakes up ready to fight. She bolts upright and scans her surroundings before relaxing a bit. "The last time I woke up to unfamiliar surroundings, I was inside Mount Weather," she explains, her expression guarded.

Monty is starting to move when Clarke's eyes open slowly. "Bellamy?" She asks. I can't help but smile. She's ok. We're all ok.

"How do you feel?" I ask. She shrugs, sitting up. "I told you you'd be ok," I say. I can't resist smiling a little every time I talk to her. Unfortunately, I barely get a smile in return. "When Monty wakes up we're gonna go find Raven, Murphy, and Emori."

Clarke nods and pushes herself upright, leaning against the wall. "If the oxygen is working that means somebody was conscious to turn it on. A-at least one of them should be alive." She realizes how pessimistic she sounds and quickly adds, "If not all 3 of them."

As soon as Monty wakes up, Harper collapses on top of him. They cling to each other, Harper pressing a relieved kiss to Monty's lips. I don't think they realize how lucky they are to love somebody who loves you back. I wish I had that.

***

We find Raven, Murphy, and Emori. They're all ok and breathing. Raven goes off with Monty and Harper to set up the algae farm while the rest of us explore the ring. We find 5 rooms that could easily be converted into bedrooms. There's 8 of us, which means we're going to have to share.

Monty and Harper will room together obviously, along with Murphy and Emori. That leaves 3 rooms for 4 people. Clarke will probably want to room with Raven. That leaves Echo and I each with our own room. I hate sleeping alone. That's why I slept around so much when we first got to the ground.

"We got this one," Murphy drawls, pulling Emori by the hand into one of the rooms.

She chuckles and follows him. "We'll see you guys later," she says dismissively, kicking the door shut behind her. I'm sure they'll have lots of... fun.

Clarke takes over a leadership position then, as usual. "Alright. There's 5 rooms and 8 of us. That means 3 pairs and 2 singles. Murphy and Emori are... all set, Monty and Harper should be more than happy to share, which means the three of us and Raven are confined to 3 rooms.

Echo was looking around awkwardly. Things were... tense between us and I know Clarke isn't a fan of her either. "I want my own room," she says, quick and to-the-point.

"I hope you don't expect me to share," a voice says from around the corner. Raven emerges from the hallways we'd come from, her hand on her hip. "I don't do roommates."

Clarke looks thrown for a second but regains her composure quickly. "Um... ok. Echo and Raven get the singles. That leaves... Bellamy. And myself. To share. Yeah, ok we can make this work." I can't read the expression on her face and it's bothering me. I always know what Clarke's thinking.

Raven and Echo are choosing their rooms when Monty and Harper return. "There are 2 rooms left, which one do you guys want?" I ask, pointing to the unclaimed bedrooms-to-be. "We assumes you wouldn't mind sharing." I smirk.

Monty blushes and Harper giggles. "We don't mind," she agrees, giving Monty a look to make sure he agrees. They look at each other and talk quietly for a moment before Harper announces "We'll take this one!"

"Should we ration the food now, or wait?" Monty asks. "Most of us are pretty tired." He's not wrong. "If we decide to wait, I'm in, but at the moment I'd kind of like to sleep."

"Same," agrees Raven, turning towards her room. "It's late anyways. We should all get some shut-eye."

"Agreed," Harper chimes in, leaning her head on Monty's shoulder.

"Agreed," Echo mutters, looking uncomfortable as if she doesn't feel right contributing.

"Agreed," I say.

"I'm in," Clarke states. Then she adds, "But we should look around and see if we can find something more comfortable to sleep on than the floor. We might not find anything, but I think it's worth a try."

Everyone seems to agree so without half an hour or so we've collected 4 cot-mattress-things and a thin bedroll. Raven takes charge and gives all the doubles a cot, before realizing that that leaves just 1 cot and a bedroll between her and Echo.

"You can have it," Echo says dismissively, grabbing the bedroll. "I've slept on worse and I can look again tomorrow."

Raven looks pleasantly surprised. "Thanks," she says, extending her hand to clap Echo's shoulder in a friendly gesture. "I'll help you find another cot tomorrow." Echo nods, a flicker of a grin ghosting across her face.

We all split up into our separate sleeping chambers and try to get comfortable. Unfortunate, I'm anything but comfortable. Don't get me wrong, I feel more than safe being near Clarke. It's just... I never thought I'd be sleeping with her. No, NOT sleeping with her. Definitely not. Just... sharing a bed with her. Not that I'd mind sleeping with Clarke... or maybe I would? I don't know. I think I just need sleep. I think I could sleep for a week.

Before I even notice, Clarke has set up our cot in one corner of the relatively small room. "We don't have any pillows at the moment, but if they had beds there might be some of those around too." She seems sidetracked, rambling on about sensible stuff. She's not usually like this when it's just the 2 of us.

"It's fine," I grumble, my eyelids drooping. "I could probably sleep on rocks right now."

She finally cracks a smile. "I think we all could," she agrees, giving me the look. Clarke has this one look she gives people sometimes, that makes you feel like she knows all your secrets. But you willingly gave them all to her. And don't regret it. Honestly this woman is a miracle. "Do you want the inside or the outside?"

I shrug indecisively leaning against the wall. "I don't care."

Clarke grins a bit more and climbs onto the cot. "You can have the outside." She rolls over until she's next to the wall. "I'll- try not to wake you up - by - like - moving."

She sounds kind of nervous but I'm too tired to really care so I just grunt in acknowledgment and turn off the lights before lying down on my back. I fall asleep almost instantly, barely taking the time to check on Clarke.

***

I'm woken up rather suddenly by a large weight rolling half on top of me. I open my eyes to see Clarke, shaking slightly, clinging to me in her sleep. Her face is screwed up like she's having a nightmare and she keeps whispering things like: "No! Wait... stop! No..." I go to wake her up when I hear, "No... Bellamy!" This is the loudest cry yet, followed by a sob.

I shake Clarke awake gently. "Hey, Clarke, wake up," I murmur to her, using one arm to nudge her. She's still clinging to me desperately and I want to comfort her, but I can't do that if she's asleep. Her eyes open quickly, tears clumping her eyelashes, and she looks at me confusedly. "You had a nightmare. You were crying out in your sleep."

She looks shaken, her eyes unfocused. That is until she realizes she's half-hugging me and scrabbles away. I sigh slightly at the loss of contact and prop myself up on my elbow facing her. Wiping away tears gently, I ask, "Want to talk about it?" Clarke shakes her head. "Didn't think so. You alright?"

She hesitates, then nods, but I don't believe her. "I'm- I'm sorry for- for- you know..."

Clarke starts to inch away from me, still looking unsure as to whether she's safe or not, but so touch her arm gently to stop her. "No, it's ok," I say quietly, settling back down. "Come here, you can lay on me if you want. I don't want you to have any more nightmares."

Clarke starts to move slightly, then stops before I can tell if she was coming towards me or rolling away. "You- you're sure?" I nod and wrap my arm around her as she moves towards me again, resting her head on my chest. "Thank you, Bellamy," she whispers.

“Anytime, Princess.”

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