Would you take the wheel,
“Clarke, sweety put on your seatbelt.” Her mom said with an annoyed tone. She rolls her eyes with no real heat behind it. They just left the restaurant for her birthday dinner. It was a good one sure but the end of school party was tonight and selfishly wished she could have gone. “Yes mom.” Jake looks in the rearview mirror and winks at her. She dips her head down the slightest to hide a smile. “Did you have a good birthday babygirl?” His eyes are still on the road while waiting for an answer. “Well how could it be any better?” That got an eye roll out of her mother and a chuckle out of her father.
They were almost home now. The blonde’s head was leaning on the window watching the evening sky pass. Junior year just finished and summer is waiting for her. Closing her eyes from exhaustion, she had a long day that began early with Raven, Wells, and Harper. Every year they go all out for each other - and really know how to tire a girl the hell out. When they left for the party she went out to eat with her parents. Her mom’s never ending talk of plans for the future and dad making constant jokes and talking about the now. She wasn’t supposed to have a favorite but her father just understood her better. He’d always make light of any situation and was there for her when Abby was too busy at the hospital. He made sure to spend time with her even though he was usually just as busy. He cared and understood in a way her mom never could.
Her thoughts were abruptly cut off and eyes snapped open when she heard her moms cry. A very loud “JAKE” hit her ears with a frantic looking Abby. They were crossing the Jaha bridge. Time started to slow down, she was frozen, with no idea what was going on. Her mom gripped the handle at the top of her window, her dad slammed on the breaks and swerved the car to the right. Clarkes head jerked left and hit her window, hard. Next thing she knew they were off the bridge heading straight towards the lake. She felt like she had left her body, a bystander to what as going on around her. She could hear herself calling for her dad as her whole body shot forward. A force of water hit the car as she fell back against her seat. Everything went black.
He was in the woods hunting when he heard the crash. Bellamy had just returned to his home town after a century and a half of hopping from city to city across the country. He was with Octavia for a short period of time when they first turned. The sister tried to be happy it didn’t go unnoticed, but as the years went on it wasn’t the same. O became ruthless and the girl he once knew was gone. As much as it broke him to do it, they parted ways. It was his sister, his responsibility. But there was nothing he could do. Bellamy wasn’t going down with her. If the order came, it wouldn’t end well. After his latest rendezvous with Murphy, feeling just as lost and miserable, he decided to come home.
It had been safe for a while now. The string of “animal attacks” slowed down a couple decades ago. It looked like the hunt for people like him had long since died down. It was still a sore spot. Too much has happened in this town, but it was still home. Bellamy hasn’t showed his face around town just yet. He has just started getting comfortable again, hunting at night in the woods for animals to get back into his old diet. Controlling himself was the most important thing to do before getting back outside during the day. It was easy enough to not be noticed, the old family home is secluded enough. His head shot up when he heard the sound of a car skidding and a deafening collision no more than five minutes away, and there was a decision to make.
And yet, against better judgement he sped to it. When arriving at the scene, the car had just hit the water. A dark skinned man running from the bridge. There was no time to think about it. Diving straight into the water and swimming as fast as possible, he reached the driver side door and yanked it open. The man driving was still conscious but not by much. Moving to grab him, the driver just shook his head. Why was he being so difficult? Taking in his surroundings he then understood. The woman next to him must have been his wife, and there was a girl in the back seat. Both knocked out. The man pointed to the back and he felt himself nod. He got moving. Grabbing the teenager without a second thought, he left her on the bridge and dove back for the wife. Somehow she still had a pulse, a weak one but it was there. His heart dropped when reaching the man. Bellamy laid him on the bridge next to his family but the father was gone. The only reason he listened to him was because he would have done the same for his sister.
Stuck in place, staring at the man who gave his life to save theirs. A fit of coughing had him rushing over to the girl. Then he looked at her and his head shook as if trying to see more clearly. How had he not noticed this before? After helping turn the girl on her side to get the water out of her lungs he just stared. She finally looked up at him with a confused look on her face. That face, the same one that has haunted his dreams and tore his life apart so many years ago. It’s not her, thinking to himself. It couldn’t be. She’s too innocent, too young, and clearly- too human.
As if remembering what just happened she shot up and ran to her parents. Still standing where she left him and looked up. “What are you doing call an ambulance!” Almost talking to herself the blonde kept repeating to her mom to wake up. Rushing over her pulse weaker than before, the realization hit that the woman wouldn’t make it waiting for medical help. This girls father was gone and he didn’t let that happen to watch her mom die too. She was bleeding somewhere and bad. Holding his breath to avoid the smell he bit into his arm. The girl jumped back and gasped at the sight. “I’m going to help her, but I need you to stay calm okay?” She just nodded and watched, stunned. He poured his blood into the womans mouth.
Knowing it would work, he got up and moved to her. She didn’t back away like expected. Instead, holding her ground and standing brave. Hating this part he pushed it off for a minute. He looked for his phone somewhere on the bridge. It took a second to find in the mess of the scene. He found it and looked up she was watching silently. When off the phone with 911 and putting it away, a quiet voice spoke “You saved us?” It was a statement but spoken like a question. “I’m sorry I have to do this.” Walking up to those familiar blue eyes, he grabbed her shoulders and stared into them. “You are going to forget what I did here, you won’t remember that you saw me or that I helped your mother. You got into a car accident and everything after was a blur, you must have been in shock and don’t remember anything else.” The look she was giving made him hate this part, that she even had to forget. “Everything after the crash was a blur, I don’t remember how I got out of the car.” His head nodded in response to the statement. The sirens started getting closer. He looked up, then back at her one last time. Blonde hair glowing in the moonlight was the last thing he saw before he took off back home.
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