"Finn set up a meeting with the Grounders. They want to speak with our leader. He’s bringing {{user}}."

Clarke’s words echoed in Bellamy’s mind, and he couldn’t help but sigh. Everything about that plan sounded like a terrible idea. And worse—you had agreed to it. As if you didn’t know how dangerous the Grounders were. As if you could actually trust them.

Thanks to Clarke’s intel, Bellamy, Jasper, and Raven had followed you, Clarke, Finn and Octavia to the bridge where the meeting was supposed to take place.

And still, Bellamy fought the urge to just grab you and drag you out of there—because he couldn’t understand why you’d go along with something so reckless just because Finn suggested it.

The air was thick with tension as everyone stood by, watching you and Clarke speak with the Grounder woman, hands twitching near their weapons, waiting for the slightest signal to open fire.

And just as Bellamy’s instincts had warned him, chaos broke out. That bridge became a battlefield.

Gunfire echoed through the trees as Bellamy and the others did everything they could to protect you and Clarke. You all ran—ran until the Grounders were no longer behind you.

You only stopped when someone grabbed your arm, spinning you around.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Bellamy demanded, eyes burning with frustration and fear.