Chapter 25
When Murphy's eyes finally open and focus on Bellamy there's a look in them that he can't quite place. They stare at each other for a few more seconds before either one of them speak.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Bellamy asks as he tries to simultaneously focus on Murphy and what Octavia is saying to him in his head.
"Why do you look like you're in pain or have a really bad headache?" Murphy replies.
"I'm not in either case but I am trying to figure something out." Bellamy answers but becomes distracted by Octavia's increasing panic for him to answer her and completely misses Murphy's response.
Murphy waits for Bellamy to answer him but the look in his eyes tells him that Bellamy is somewhere else at the moment which worries him. Its a look he knows all too well because his mother used to get it from time to time after his dad had been killed and the result was always the same, him having a nightmare induced or made worse by her that night when he slept. He didn't think Bellamy would ever do that to him but at one point in time his mother was actually caring and attentive, so there was always the chance that he could be wrong. He waited a little while longer to see if Bellamy would come out of it on his own and when he didn't, he created a snowball and hit him in the face with it.
"What the fuck, Murph?!" Bellamy says, sitting up in bed quickly and trying to brush the snow out of his face.
"You spaced on me and you weren't coming back so I made you."
"I wasn't listening to you so you hit me with a fucking snowball?"
"It wasn't just that, you were somewhere else Bellamy. You had this look in your eyes like you were listening to someone else and it...it...I didn't like it. Be lucky it was just a snowball and not something else." Murphy tells him and Bellamy didn't miss the slight tremor to his voice or the panic in his eyes.
"You were scared, weren't you?"
"I...I...it just reminded me of something I'd rather forget. Can we just leave it at that for now?"
"For now but it's not forgotten and we will be talking about it later." Bellamy insists to which Murphy rolls his eyes.
"Whatever you say. Now will you tell me why you spaced on me or would you rather not talk about it?"
"I heard a voice in my head, talking to me and before you say anything, it was Octavia. She's trying to reach me about something but she's panicking and its causing her thoughts to get jumbled and I can't understand her. I focused on what she was saying when I felt her fear spike but it's a lot of fragments and very few complete thoughts." Bellamy explains.
"Are you sure it's her? It could be The Key or that rogue dream walker."
"It was her. There's no way it could of been them because I remember what they feel like it this felt like Octavia and only Octavia. I just wish I knew what she was trying to tell me." He says with worry.
"Is she still trying to reach you?" Murphy asks and when Bellamy shakes his head no, Murphy continues. "The next time she tries to reach you, let me know and maybe I can help you out."
"And what if she doesn't? What do I do then, huh? I'm worried Murphy. She hasn't reached out to me like that since we were kids and even then it was only if she absolutely needed me. I'm not sure I...I can't lose her." Bellamy says with tears beginning to glisten his eyes and without thinking about it Murphy pulls him into his chest and runs his fingers through his messy curls as he hums a lullaby his mother used to sing him.
Bellamy isn't sure which is more shocking, the fact that Murphy is willing comforting him, that he's humming a lullaby or that its actually working. It takes him a split second to realize that it doesn't really matter and wraps him arms around Murphy's waist. They sit like that for quite a while because Lincoln comes in to see if they were gonna sleep the day away but when he sees the two of them holding each other he leaves the room. Murphy stops humming when Bellamy begins to sit up and before they can stop themselves, their lips meet. Neither react at first and are both kind of frozen in shock that it was happening but just as they both begin to pull away, they grab each other by the back of their necks and deepen the kiss.
When the need to breathe becomes too much for either to ignore, they break the kiss but not the contact. They rest their foreheads together as their breathing returns to normal, both playing with the strands of hair at the back of the other one's neck. Bellamy can't help but notice the slight tent to Murphy's pajama bottoms or the feel of his own erection pushing against his. Suddenly Murphy runs the tip of his tongue up Bellamy's top lip and the smile on his face after causes Bellamy to suck Murphy's bottom lip into his mouth and gently bite it before releasing it. The look of want in Murphy's eyes suggest that something was about to happen but before he could move, the door to the room swings open and Roan bursts in with Lincoln hot on his heels.
"I tried to stop him, I swear but he wouldn't listen." Lincoln apologies.
"Of course I didn't listen. Do you know what will happen if you two fuck before you're ready?" Roan says without any shred of sorry in his voice.
"I wouldn't fuck him if I wasn't ready. And when did you turn into my mother? I'm grown ass man and I can fuck who I want when I want." Murphy snapped at him irritated.
"I'm not saying you aren't or that you can't but..."
"Actually that's exactly what you're saying to us." Bellamy points out like it should be obvious to him.
"Listen to me, the prophecy states that..."
"What is with you and that damn prophecy? It could be talking about anyone. I don't care what a stupid prophecy written a hundred or so years ago says, if I wanna fuck Bellamy, I'm gonna fuck him."
"Murphy this prophecy is real and its about the two of you. I wish you'd trust me on this. I don't care if you fuck him or not but if the two of you aren't completely ready when you do the consequences will be dire."
"Dire how?" Lincoln asks, alerting them to his presence still in the room.
"End of the world as we know it dire."
"That's fucking ridiculous. There's no way that the fate of the world is left up to when two people fuck each other. Why would it even matter?"
"And what exactly do you mean by ready?" Bellamy questions finishing Murphy's line of questioning.
"Your mind, body and souls have to be in prefect sync for you to be ready."
"Well, how the hell are we supposed to know when that is?" Murphy asks frustrated.
"I don't know. All it says is that they'll know."
"What the fuck kind of bullshit is that? They'll know when the time is right? News flash Roan, no one knows when the time is right! Why the hell do you think things don't work out all the time? This is just...I can't even...ARRGHH!" Murphy yells as he storms out of the room and out of the house completely.
Bellamy starts to follow him but Roan stops him and says "I'd give him a few minutes before I went out there."
Just as he's about to ask why, there's a huge explosion that shakes the whole house and causes Lincoln and Bellamy to run out on to the porch to see what caused it. Roan follows along behind them a short time later in no obvious hurry and says "told ya" when he catches up to them at the door.
"When he's pissed like that it's best to let him explode first before trying to calm him down otherwise you'll be in for a load of trouble."
"Normally when people explode they yell and scream, maybe even throw things but not literally explode." Lincoln says in shock and disbelief as the smoke and dust clears to reveal Murphy with charred clothes, panting with his fists clinched in the center of a huge crater.
"He's always done that but I don't remember them being that big or destructive." Bellamy says like it's common knowledge.
When Lincoln and Roan both look at him confused he shrugs his shoulders and says "What? The memories are coming back slowly and in pieces but sometimes something happens that knocks one lose entirely. He'll be fine. I'll talk to him and when I get him calm enough to come back inside we'll talk more about this prophecy as well as other things."
"Right. Good luck with that." Lincoln says with uncertainty as he makes his way back inside.
"It's your funeral." Roan hears Lincoln mumble as he follows him inside.
"You do know that Murphy would rather kill himself than hurt Bellamy, right? No matter how mad he gets, he'd never be able to hurt him because he's the only one that can bring him back from the edge and to himself. They're each other's strength. Together they are unstoppable if they do things correctly."
"Yeah but in being each other's strength, they are also the other's weakness and it's that part that worries me. How do you know that if it comes down to saving the world or saving Murphy, Bellamy won't chose him or vise versa?"
"Bellamy has friends here and other people he cares about, I'm certain he'll chose the world. Now as for Murphy, he'll do what's necessary when and if the time comes."
"Are you sure?"
"No, but I'd like to believe that he'll do what's best for everyone and not just himself." Roan says after a bit of hesitation.
"What if he doesn't?"
"Then we're all dead anyways so it won't matter." Roan says in a tone that lets Lincoln know there's no more discussion before heading back down to the basement to continue his research.