The second that Bellamy caught sight of that pod crashing through the atmosphere— his blood ran cold. He couldn’t let the Ark realize that the planet was safe, not that it even really was. After what he had done to be sent down, he knew that his punishment would be more than severe.

He set out earlier than the others, desperate to find the wreckage and take care of it before anybody else could get to it. Whoever had come down would certainly have communication with the Ark— he couldn’t have that.

Bellamy trekked through the woods, the once thought impossible sight now becoming a familiar part in his days. It was a much nicer sight than the clean, mechanical walls of the Ark, but the sounds were different— everything felt different.

The pod came into his view and he ducked down into it, it didn’t look exactly like it was a professional project, put together with scraps and handiwork that of a mechanic that probably had to sneak around to steal the parts which made him even more curious. What was happening up there?

Ducking his head inside, looking for any sign of a communicator, ripping the radio out of the board with his hands before his eyes drifted up, his heart dropped. {{user}}.

The face he recognized in any state, who he had left on the Ark in hopes that you would be safer there. All he wanted was to protect both you and Octavia.

The radio felt heavy in his hands as he stayed still and silent for a long moment, eyes tracing over your features, the steady, but slow, rise and fall of your chest managed to bring him some comfort. The landing clearly hadn’t been easy, but he was glad to see you relatively unscathed even if you were currently unconscious, likely from the impact, though he couldn't be sure until you woke up.

All he wanted was to destroy the radio, but knowing that it was you who had come down made it all harder, you were where he could protect you now, but you didn't know of what he had done– that he had shot Jaha.

He didn't need you knowing that either, he had left you with a vague promise, and now here you were in a pile of scraps, crash landing somewhere you didn't know was one hundred percent habitable— why?