New year, same goal. As Walt Disney once said, "all our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them." To new beginnings and a happy 2023!
Summary: Murphy had been found outside camp grounds, covered in blood and wounds. This was unexpected to say the least. But what followed was even more unexpected. One after the other, people started getting sick, coughing blood. The Grounders had finally retaliated and they just had to sit and wait for the 100 to die on their own. When you try to decimate an army from the inside, the battle is sure going to be easier.
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Warnings: The 100 season 1 spoilers (specifically episode 10 “I Am Become Death”), short chapter, lots of blood everywhere lmao, sickness, crying, breakdown, a little angst, some sarcasm, fluff, kissing, implied intercourse at the end (i’m not comfortable writing those kind of scenes myself so i just cut early on lmao sorry)
Michelle and Raven exchanged a confused look. They watched Clarke rush to the dropship to go to Murphy while everyone around them were coughing blood feverishly. The two young women were lost in front of what was happening and suddenly Michelle felt like a lump in her throat. She thought it was only because of the stress caused by everything they were all put through constantly but when she winced and was seized with a violent dry coughing that shook her so violently she lost balance and fell to her knees, blood dripping from her mouth and pooling on the ground in front of her. She brought her hands to her neck and moaned in pain, keeping her mouth slightly opened as if keeping it this way would make anything better.
“Michelle.” Raven was shocked and trie to help her up but she was pushed away.
“Stay away from me, Raven.” She articulated, gasping for air before benting over once again and coughing more blood. Reluctantly, the mechanic stepped away, watching Michelle in pain and not being able to help her without putting herself at risk. Michelle supported herself on the ground with her hand and got up with difficulty. Holding her neck like the pressure of her hand around her skin would change anything, she walked to the dropship, feeling like she was on the verge of dying. She managed to walk to the entrance of the dropship and pull the drape hanging across the door frame, but she fell over. Out of nowhere, she felt hands grab her by the waist, catching her in her fall and she turned around to push the person away, falling down. It was Bellamy and he let her go in shock upon seeing blood on her face. “Bellamy, stay away from me.”
“Michelle?” Still crouching near Murphy, the blonde was crossed with intense worry when she found her best friend lying there, covered in blood as well. She came to her and helped her to sit up, squeezing her shoulders. Bellamy watched Clarke and noticed the wiped off blood beneath her eyes and given the way he looked at her too, he wasn’t aware she was sick with whatever this was.
“Did he do something to you?” He inquired, his gun resting in his hands. Clarke shook her head in response and looked up at Bellamy, frowning with concern. “What is this?”
“Biological warfare.” She stated, with a dry voice. Her throat must have started to feel sore too. If she was sick, she wouldn’t just cry blood for a second. It would get way worse. Bellamy stared at Clarke, trying to conceal and contain his shock. “You were waiting for the Grounders to retaliate for the bridge? This is it.” She turned her head to Murphy. “Murphy’s the weapon.”
“Is this your revenge?” Bellamy rose his voice and looked at Murphy while Clarke brought on a bunk on the floor and lied Michelle down on her side so if she had to cough any more blood, she wouldn’t suffocate with it. She went back to Murphy to take care of the wounds on his face and the others that were sick came in the dropship and lied on the floor and on other bunks around the first floor. “Helping the Grounders kill us?”
“I didn’t know about this. I swear.” Murphy replied with difficulty.
“Stop lying.” Bellamy then suddenly yelled, and Michell winced. She closed her eyes a second and looked back at Clarke and Murphy. “When are they coming?”
“Murphy. Think, all right?” She gently pressed him. “What can you tell us that’s useful? Did you hear anything?”
“They are vicious. Cruel.”
“You wanna see “vicious”?”
“Hey, don’t.” Clarke stopped Bellamy as he stepped toward Murphy, understanbly angry at the latter. “Whatever this thing is, it spreads through contact.”
“Clarke?” Finn rushed inside the dropship and despite being weakened and in pain, Michelle rolled her eyes and coughed a little but only a few drops of blood came out of her mouth this time.
“Finn, you shouldn’t be in here. No one should.” Clarke exclaimed.
“I heard you were sick.” He breathed out and looked around the room. His gaze passed on the teenagers crammed in a corner of the first floor and on Michelle agonizing on the side. “Clarke, what is this?”
“I don’t know. Some kind of hemorrhagic fever.” It was certainly her best guess at the moment. She had medical knowledge but she didn’t know everything. “We just need to contain it before—” Michelle straightened up with a start when some started seizing on the floor, coughing and grunting. She sat up and let her head rest on the wall with a sigh. She felt exhausted like she had run a marathung when a few minutes ago she was doing perfectly fine. It was crazy. Clarke stood up, heading for the teenager who was seizing but Finn stopped her. “Don’t touch me. You could get sick. Wash your hands now.”
“What the hell is happening to him?” Finn wondered as the guy got on all four and coughed blood before falling dead on the floor. Michelle widened her eyes and passed her hands from her forehead to her hair, swallowing harshly. Of course, it triggered a coughing fit and she leaned on her hands and hacked blood on the floor, shaking because of the energy it took from her. She gagged, in pain and lied back down on her back. She took a deep breath in and brought her shaking hands to her burning face, anguished and feeling miserable. Her whole body ached and felt itchy but the only thing she could do was to bleed out by coughing her lungs out, irritating her whole throat so bad she couldn’t even breathe without it hurting like hell.
“Hey, hey. Michelle.” Clarke was crouched near her and she gently took her face in her hands to take a look.
“I don’t want to die, Clarke.” Michelle said, wealky, but speaking up had become too hard and it caused her to start violently coughing again. Clarke brought a towel to her mouth to contain the blood.
“You’re not going to die, okay?” She whispered to her, giving her a comforting smile.
“What do we do?” Finn inquired and the blonde walked up to him.
“Quarantine. Round up everyone who had contact with Murphy. Bring them here.” She instructed and he was on his way.
“And everyone they had contact with?” Bellamy asked her.
“Well, we have to start somewhere. Connor, who was with you when you found him?” She repeated herself, insisting as her question were met by silence. “Who carried him in? Think.”
“The first one there was Octavia.” He finally articulated, blood all over his mouth. Unable to move a finger, Michelle watched Bellamy storm out of the dropship at the mention of his little sister being a potential victim of what Murphy brought back in camp with him. He came back with her a minute later and she was examined by Clarke while more sick teenagers made their way in, coughing in tissues. Hearing everyone coughing, groaning and moaning in pain was awful. It felt like death was in the air and they were just agonizing around the place.
People were coughing, including Michelle who was struggling not to fall asleep from the exhaustion. She curled up and looked at the entrance. When she realized Finn was carrying Clarke, she felt the urge to get up and go to her, but she didn’t have the strength to move a finger, so she just watched them, looking like she was dying. The cough was less bad than when it started, she didn’t belch out as much blood but she was completely drained of all her energy and strength, like she was paralyzed and could only move her eyes to look around and breath.
“What do I have to do to stop you from coming in here?” Clarke faintly articulated in Finn’s arms.
“Get better.” He simply retorted.
“If he’s not sick by now, he’s probably immune like me.” Octavia added, joining them inside.
“Here. Come on, she can take mine.” Murphy got off the hammock he rested in and pointed it to Finn so he could lie Clarke on it. He walked to the opposite side and went to sit down near where Michelle was resting. She watched them move around, struggling to keep her eyes open.
“What else did Lincoln tell you?” Finn inquired after he put Clarke on the hammock so she could rest.
“The virus doesn’t last long.” She declared and turned around.
“It’s true. I feel better.” Murphy added.
“They need to stay hydrated.” Clarke articulated, trying to get up but Finn put his hand on her shoulder to keep her lying down.
“You need to stay hydrated.” He retorted as Octavia brought a cup of water for the blond to drink. She took a sip of it and sent Octavia to give water to the others. Murphy rested his head against the wall and rolled it to the side to look down at Michelle, curled up on the berth by his side and sketched a smile under the drying blood covering his face.
“Michelle.” He softly called out her name and straightened up when she didn’t respond. His smile faded and he bent over the girl and had her roll on her back. Her eyes were closed, and she was so silent he thought that she was dead for an instant, but he noticed her chest heaving with her breathing and he sighed in relief and shook her slightly to try and wake her up, but she didn’t react. Frowning, he brought the palm of his hand to her forehead and her skin was burning up, so he took his hand off of her face. “Uh, guys.”
“What now, Murphy?” Finn looked at him and as Octavia was about to start bringing water to everyone in the dropship, she glanced at Murphy and Michelle.
“Michelle passed out. She’s having a fever.” Clarke winced as she leaned on her elbows to look past the hammock and see Michelle from where she was. She was exhausted and in pain, but she worried for her best friend and sister.
“She could have seizures.” She swallowed harshly, taking breaks in between her words and coughed briefly. “Put a wet cloth on her forehead to help her temperature drop. When she wakes up, bring her water.”
“Here.” Octavia grabbed a cloth and put it over the cup and flipped it upside down, letting the water soak into the fabric and she handed it to Murphy before going back to bringing water to the other sick teenagers. He cleared Michelle’s forehead of the strands of hair on her face and placed the cool, damp washcloth.
“What do I do now?” Murphy looked at Clarke, still crouched next to Michelle.
“Wet her face until she wakes up.” Clarke instructed Murphy in a faint voice. He nodded and went to get some water and came back to Michelle’s side. He folded another tissue and dipped in the water and gently patted it on her face, keeping the cup he had filled with water on the floor next to him, so he would have something to give her to drink when she woke up. He turned his face to Finn who was still standing by Clarke but the latter had fallen asleep.
“At this rate, when the Grounders get here, there’ll be no one left to fight back.”
“That’s the point.” Octavia retorted while someone drank for the cup she held with her hand. There was a silence, Finn’s eyes peering around.
“Then we slow them down.” He exclaimed and jogged out of the dropship. Murphy sighed and shot up his eyebrows, shifting his focus back at a recovering Michelle under his care as he kept wetting her face, a hint of worry in his eyes. Murphy was a selfish jackass, but he was the one that noticed Michelle wasn’t doing well and he was the one caring for her at the moment. He stopped in his gesture when he saw her blink and her eyelids lift gradually.
“Hey. Hey. Michelle, here. Drink.” He put his hand beneath her head and brought the cup up to her lips. She struggled to straighten up but with his help, eventually sat and she circled it with her hands and drank with a grimace. “How are you feeling?”
“Like dying.” She joked, sketching a smirk before coughing slightly and leaning against the wall, letting Murphy get the cup off her hands. People started coughing “You’re feeling better?”
“Yeah.” He nodded.
“Lucky bastard.” She scoffed.
“Hey, Murphy?” He stood up and looked at Octavia when she called out his name and the girl pointed to a teenager gagging and on the verge of having a seizure, lying in the corner. “Clarke says when that happens to roll him over.”
“I’m on it.” He glanced at Michelle and walked to the other guy to help. Michelle took a deep breath in and out and looked around without moving too much. She was starting to feel better, and her fever had cooled down enough for her to not really feel like death anymore, but she was still a little too weak to do anything. She wanted to recover quickly so she could help but beside holding the wet cloth to her face and wait, she had nothing more she could do to get better. After a minute or so, two boys came in, holding a third one with his arms around their shoulders. Michelle narrowed her eyes and recognized Bellamy with blood on his face, coughing.
“Bell? No.” Octavia breathed out and rushed to him. “Clear some space. Lay him down.”
They put him on a mattress installed near where Michelle was, and she watched as Octavia rolled him on his side and tapped in his back. He coughed and vomited blood on the floor before lying on his back, gasping loudly. Michelle looked at Octavia wiping the blood and sweat off his face. She couldn’t hear what they were saying to each other, but she bit her lips and looked away, tears clouding her eyes. She knew that she could’ve died but somehow the realization was just hitting now, and she clenched her jaw, resting her hand on her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks. Maybe it was the pressure falling, the exhaustion, the fever, her fear that her mother was dead, all the blood everywhere or just everything adding up that made her breakdown. She couldn’t help it. Her lips were shaking and the tears just flowing on her face in silence. She took her hand off her face and wiped the tears, sniffing briefly when she heard someone’s footsteps coming toward her. It was Murphy. He sat down next to her. She sighed and buried her face in the palms of her hands.
“Ugh, fuck me.”
“If that offer stands when you feel better, I'll take it.” She let her hands fall on her laps and looked at him.
“Ha. Ha. Ha. Stop making fun of me.”
“I’m not making fun of you. I swear.” He said with a smirk and scoffed, shaking his head. Michelle giggled, cheered up by her interaction with Murphy. She glanced at Murphy and randomly looked around, a smile on her face. Her gaze crossed Bellamy’s leaning on his elbow.
“He woke up.” Murphy picked up the empty cup at Michelle’s feet and stood up. He filled it up with water and went to scooch down near Bellamy, but the latter pushed him away. She joined them and crouched down. She opened her mouth, about to tell him he needed to drink when she noticed dark blood flowing from his nose. Murphy grabbed a tissue nearby and held it up to Bellamy, but he ignored him and was going to wipe the blood on his sleeve until Michelle took it from Murphy’s hand and only then, the big guy finally took it and cleaned up the blood, giving a nod to Michelle to thank her.
“When I get better…” He slowly turned his head towards Murphy, giving him a death stare. “…and you’re still in here—”
“Hey.” Michelle and Murphy both looked up and Clarke was standing behind them. “I got this one.”
“Yeah.” He mumbled as he stood up, giving the cup of water to Clarke. The blond patted Michelle’s shoulder as she walked past her, following Murphy and they smiled at each other happy to see both of them back on their feet. They walked further in the dropship.
“Hey, you gotta clean this mess up.” She circled at his face with her finger, a smirk stretching her lips and she progressively lowered her voice because she didn’t want her friend or anyone, hearing what she was about to tell him. “The dried blood face mask doesn't really turn me on, sorry.”
“Yes, boss.” He replied, adding a dramatic military salute and she laughed, shaking her head, running her fingers through her hair and tucking it behind her ear. She couldn’t believe she said something like this to Murphy, and how and why she was feeling things for him after everything. He wasn’t the best guy to hook up with, given his behavior but, it was how it was. And sleeping together or flirting a little while covered in blood was nothing binding. It wasn't like he was asking her to marry him.
Bellamy, Clarke and Michelle stood outside, at the entrance of the dropship as other teenagers walked in, some wearing pieces of fabric to cover their faces and protect themselves from the virus. Every single one of them looked up when an explosion sounded in the distance in the forest and a mushroom of smoke spread up to the cloud.
“They did it.” Bellamy said, making Michelle frown slightly.
“Who did what?”
“Jasper, Monty, Raven and Finn. They placed a bomb on the bridge to delay the Grounders.” He replied, never taking his eyes off the smoke. When they heard Clarke speak up, staring at the sky, Michelle and him both looked at her.
“I am become Death… destroyer of worlds.” She felt their gazes on her and glanced at them before looking back up. “It’s Oppenheimer. The man who built the first—”
“I know who Oppenheimer is.” Bellamy answered softly.
“Well, I don’t. I mean— I do.” Michelle chuckled, wondering why she even spoke at all. “I only remember his name. In my defense, I didn’t really have time to not forget about him when I was in solitary confinement, you know?”
“That’s all right. I don’t call you “soldier” for no reason.” She frowned, staring at him, trying to understand what his point was. “I figured you weren’t a genius.”
“Oh my god.” She exclaimed, pushing his arm and they laughed. “You’re such a jerk, Bellamy Blake.”
The sun was setting on the trees surrounding the camp of the 100 teenagers that came down to the ground almost a month ago now, and that weren’t exactly a 100 anymore. They lost many of their people, before and when the virus stroke after Murphy came back. Now, most of them were doing better, walking and chattering around camp. The atmosphere was much calmer and quieter than earlier. Those who hadn’t recovered were either dead by now or still resting and the others were chilling in the area.
“There. It’s them. Open the gate.” Harper exclaimed suddenly as she looked over the walls, watching the forest. Everyone started applauding and cheering as they walked in holding up their guns, proud. Michelle and Clarke smiled and glanced at each other before looking around the crowd. It was a relief to see everyone like this after what they went through. They bought time from the Grounders' attack and got through what they tried to take them down with. A little behind, Finn helped an injured Raven to walk into camp and the smile on Clarke’s face faded as she tried to keep it together and don’t look either disappointed, jalous or sad. Michelle saw it and she passed her arm around her friend’s shoulders. She rubbed her shoulder and gave a smile at her. They eventually followed Finn and Raven inside the dropship so the doctor’s daughter could check on her. He put her in the hammock Murphy and then Clarke rested in and Finn and Michelle stood behind the blonde as she took a look at the mechanic.
“She’s getting stronger.” She assured, turning to Finn. Michelle followed Clarke as she headed out of the dropship and passing by Murphy, crouched next to a wounded boy, he nodded and smiled at the girls as they walked by.
“You’re outside of the wall without a gun.” Bellamy’s voice rose beside Michelle and Clarke as they stood there, staring at all the graves.
“Fourteen graves.” Clarke stated, heavily.
“We need to talk about Murphy.” Michelle didn’t move her head but looked at Bellamy from the corner of her eyes. She had no desire to see him thrown into the woods again. She bit her lip and let the blonde talk, glancing around at the two other guys holding torches nearby, watching the woods.
“He was right about the bridge.”
“We’ll see.” He wasn’t very convinced about that apparently. “Octavia says the Mountain Men are pissed. Whatever that means.”
“I’d say it means we need as many soldiers as we can get.”
“So what, we have pardon power now?”
“It’s hard running things.” She retorted. Bellamy shot up his eyebrows while she looked back at the graves at their feet. “Fourteen.”
Michelle followed Clarke back into camp and went to walk around the drop ship on her own after wishing Clarke goodnight and briefly hugging. The air was fresh that night. The breeze blew into her jacket and caressed her skin and hair softly. She closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath in and leaned against the wall of the dropship, glancing at the stars shining in the night sky, thinking about the people of the Ark, thinking about her mother. Her heart sank a little, but she was soon snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a branch crack under someone’s shoe. She realized it was Murphy and relaxed. As he approached, he theatrically raised his arms and smiled.
“I’m all cleaned up.” He stopped right in front of her and there was a silence, looking into each other’s eyes for a second. He leaned forward and their lips met, tenderly while he cuped her cheeks in his hands. She grabbed his sides, holding on his torn T Shirt and brought him closer, intensifying the kiss as that pleasant warmth she felt, grew in her lower stomach. She had never felt something like this and never expected it to be for someone like Murphy, but she had grown fond of him, for some reason. Her whole body felt like it was set on fire by his touch and she would gladly let herself be burned alive.
OCTAVIA FORESHADOWS BELLAMYS DEATH! 💔 I made this to reassure my feelings for it.
The grounders meet with sky people and Lexas right hand man, Gustus, poisons the cups in which Lexa and Clarke use to toast with. Gustus thinking he will do what is best for Lexa because he loves and will do anything to protect her and thinks joining with sky people is a bad idea, he poisons the cups and before Lexa drinks she has him drink first because the beverage came from sky people, which is jaspers recipe, so Gustus then seizes and starts to react from the poison and is given a antidote then leaving Lexa to believe sky people poisoned the beverage. But it was Gustus who poisoned the cups to make Lexa believe she can not trust Sky people. Lexa kills Gustus because of this.
Now in a later scene Lincoln asks how did you know it was Gustus. Bellamy says simple hed do anything to protect her. And Octavia replys "AND LOOK AT THE THANKS HE GOT".....
Gustus is dead for thinking he will do anything to protect Lexa.
BELLAMY IS DEAD for thinking Clarke would actually believe in him. He begged her and Octavia to believe in him about transcendence. He saw something and it made him feel warm and he explains this to Clarke and O and they completely ignored his beliefs. They are so use to people against them and fighting and killing they seriously could not believe something was actually greater than them. Bellamy believed in Clarke from the get go, i don't even need to list the times he took her word for it. And in the end Bellamy suffered and died knowing his loved ones were against him. But he died with HIS HEART IN THE RIGHT PLACE! So in conclusion Bellamys death was foreshadowed by his one and only sister and none of us knew it was coming. The books were better, the series was awesome, the series ending was heartbreaking and Bellamys love can hold the world up.
I love JR Bourne as an actor but I hate Sheidheda he's not that great of a villain imo Russell to me the same way but less so because at least he had some motivations on why he was doing some things what do you think?
Russell was a NEW struggle/problem. Sheidheda is an OLD one. He’s the worst of the grounders. That blood for blood bullshit. The tribalism. The violence. The bigotry. The one that’s always blaming other people for their own actions. The one trying to wipe out other people and gain control of everything.
It feels regressive, but we’ve never actually gotten the grounders to STOP being like this. They just follow whoever is telling them what to do, and will turn violent and bloody at the least provocation.
So I guess we have to lance that boil. They have to make the choice to be better or to devolved into violence and tribalism. AGAIN.
