Part 9 of the single!dad Bellamy fic on the Ark. This one is quite painful so I am warning that it has:
!!!ABUSE TW, ARREST TW, BLOOD TW and maybe I should add POLICE BRUTALITY TW and TORTURE TW!!!!!!
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“Guards! Open up! This is a surprise inspection!!” they yell again and Bellamy raises himself up on his feet by using the table, gripping it with both arms.
“Pick Gus up and go by the sink, I’ll open up!”
“Bellamy, no maybe I should hide.”
“Where? In the bathroom? They’ll turn this place upside down!” he shushes as he carefully leans down and grabs his crutch yelling back at the door “I’m coming! Just a moment!”
“You have one minute or we’ll use force!”
Clarke is shaking all over when Bellamy comes by her side gripping her wrist.
“Listen to me carefully-you’re my dead wife’s best friend from Factory who comes by to help me with my son, because you heard I got hurt in the blast.” Clarke nods, surprised by his calm demeanor.
It’s like he has trained for this, expected it all this time, maybe in his head he had, maybe he had been preparing for this scenario while she was living in a dream where this never happened.
“Don’t talk, they’ll know you’re from Alpha if they hear your accent!” and he’s right, people spoke differently in Factory, using words sometimes she didn’t understand, but Alpha had a distinct lazy a that would pass in GoSci or Hydra, even Mekka, where they spoke similarly, but not around here.
They’d figure it out right away.
“Yes, it’s in my pocket.”
“Factory?” she nods, she had been dressed in Factory disguise today, using the name Eliza Bennett as disguise.
She had a friend in GoSci, a boy she used to go to school with who did those things-he didn’t only fake the real document, he also put you in the program for about a month so that if the guards checked it, they’d never doubt it.
It cost her about two weeks of ration points that she could’ve used on bandages or medicine but it was worth it.
“Sir, open up!” there was a bang on the door again and Bellamy ushered them. Clarke grabbed Gus and went to the sink.
“Keep his head down, okay? I don’t want him to remember this.” he whispers one last time as Clarke tucks Gus’ head to her chest.
The kid was already trembling with paralyzing fear and she could feel his tears wet her jumpsuit.
“It’ll be fine.” Clarke whispers in his ear “I’m here, nothing bad will happen.” she lies so convincingly she almost believes it.
In reality she was absolutely useless and the outcome of the entire situation depended on Bellamy who was heavily limping towards the door and grabbing the handle.
He throws her one last look before he opens up, raising his free hand in the air in a silent sign of peace that no one notices.
They don’t even stop, it’s like a sea of black that pours in the small apartment-five men in full gear with vests, helmets and rifles on their backs and chests, pistols raised up blazing as if Bellamy was waiting on the other side with one himself, getting ready to shoot them the moment he opens the door.
Two of them grab Bellamy from both sides before he can even say something.
His crutch falls to the ground, he swings violently and the one on his left thinks he wants to attack him so they clutch his elbow and pull out their baton.
Clarke has to bite back her tongue not to yell.
“This is a surprise inspection ordered by chancellor Thelonious Jaha and executed under the laws of Decree #175 of the Arkadia Council board members enforced in state of emergency and supported by all people on the Ark. We the guards are hereby allowed to search the premises of-” the guard who had stopped in the middle of the room near the table reads from his tablet what Clarke’s sure is just a formality.
He’s the oldest one, his hair sticking in a straining the eyes white under his helmet, completely contrasting the rest of the boys that seem much younger.
The other two had already detained Bellamy who was in either case completely helpless and she herself was facing the rest of the small group who were eyeing her and Gus suspiciously as they gripped the guns strapped to their chests with both hands.
“Bellamy Blake, son of Aurora Blake, who lives here with his son Augustus Martin Blake.” the man utters a few more sentences from the document he was reading but they’re basically unintelligible as he seems bored that he even has to bother with this.
“Okay, boys, push him to the wall and search him!” he orders and Clarke opens her mouth to argue when Bellamy gives her one look and reminds her to keep quiet.
“You two-start looking around.” he tells the other two that were near Clarke and Gus who seem to be invisible to them for the moment.
Bellamy’s pushed to the wall opposite of them and she sees he bites back a groan as they search him all over, patting his body, turning up his pockets and even running their gloved hands through his curls all done so gracelessly that she’s sure they’re just causing him more pain.
The men start turning everything upside down, heading to the bed first and pulling away their blankets and the mattresses, throwing Gus’ drawings on the floor and stomping over them.
The older guard goes through the information on his tablet, seemingly lost in thought while the others destroyed the place.
“Put him on his knees and tie his hands behind his back while we’re done here. Then join the others in on the fun.” the guard commands and they drag Bellamy forward pushing him to his knees.
Clarke can’t even imagine the pain he’s in right now, forced to put pressure on his broken kneecap and his leg that won’t hold him.
He’s worse for wear after the search, his clothes pulled at and his hair a mess but he keeps his eyes on her in determination she had rarely seen in him and she recognizes wht he’s trying to say.
Gus is trembling in her arms, crying, sobbing now and she tries to rock him, rub his back with her hand and whisper reassurances in his ear but he’s so terrified she doubts he’s hearing something.
“Shh, dad will be fine, don’t look.”
