Hey babes! Back with a second chapter for this story. I wasn't sure at first whether to post this as a second chapter, or a separate story on its own. But I figured eventually that doing this is a second chapter seemed fitting.
This is going to be the final chapter of this particular story, but I do have a bunch of other one-shots planned out and started to kind of...fill in some gaps. You'll see what I mean.

Enjoy!

The first thing Clarke's aware of after the darkness is a pair of rough, yet gentle lips against her own. There's a hand resting firmly on her cheek while another clasps one of her hands, their fingers interlocked together.

The next thing she's aware of is all the scents that waft through her nose, smells she's definitely never been around before. But she enjoys them all.

"Gross."

The vaguely familiar voice pulls her attention away from the body so close to her, bringing her back into reality. When she forces herself to pull away, it's then that she catches sight of the eyes staring back at her. The same eyes she's been in love with for years.

"Bellamy…" she whispers.

He gives her a half-smile. "Hey, Princess."

"Did we do it?" she asks him. "I still remember everything about being sent down to earth, about the grounders, those six years when everyone was separated, all of it."

He nods. "Me too. But I'm pretty sure it worked. This room definitely screams earth before Praimfaya."

She glances around at the room in question, taking it all in. A proper kitchen, she figures, solely based on old photos she remembers seeing on the Ark, of how homes used to look. Everything about it is so homey, so them, even though she doesn't quite know what that means.

She looks back to Bellamy, a wide grin on her face and tears in her eyes. "We did it, Bellamy. We fixed everything."

"Yeah, we did. And I was right. We found each other. I don't know how, but we did."

She beams up at him, rising on her toes to crash her lips to his, one hand tangling in his hair.

"You guys are burning breakfast, by the way."

Reluctantly pulling away, she looks to the side and lets out a quiet gasp at the brunette woman currently walking into the room. She's fiddling with small pieces of metal, grease stains on her clothes and face, her hair pulled back messily.

"Raven? You're here?"

The woman in question looks up at her with a dumbfounded look. "Uh, yeah. Where else would I be? You two weirdos are letting me crash in your spare room while Kyle figures out how to get his head out of his ass."

"Oh, right." She winces when a sharp pain shoots through her head, a blurred flash of Raven and Kyle Wick being caught half-dressed in a closet somewhere, their limbs tangled together.

"Food's still burning."

She hears Bellamy curse under his breath as he turns to the source of the burning smell that's now assaulting her nose.

"Also," Raven speaks again, "Clarke, your car is still in the shop, and unfortunately, I won't be done with it until tomorrow, so you and Bellamy are gonna have to ride to work together again."

"Uh, okay. Any idea how much it'll cost for the repairs?" she asks, not quite sure what she's supposed to say in response.

Raven waves her off. "You know it's always discounted for you guys whenever you need repairs. You saved my love life by unknowingly dating my sleazebag of an ex, I'm saving your actual life by fixing your car."

Another sharp pain as an image of younger versions of herself and Raven bond over what she assumes to be a bad breakup.

"Yeah, right."

"So, Bellamy, did you actually plan something good for your anniversary this year?"

Clarke's brows furrow tightly in Raven's direction. "Our anniversary?"

Raven's eyebrows mimic her own. "Your tenth wedding anniversary?"

That's when the cool metal around her finger makes itself known. She glances down to see two silver bands wrapped around her finger, one slightly larger than the other. The smaller one with a simple diamond in the center of it.

Another quick pain as an image of a much younger version of herself and Bellamy flashes by, both of them dressed up nicely, holding hands, and exchanging vows.

When she comes to, she catches Bellamy wincing out of the corner of her eye. That's a conversation for later. Whatever is happening, it's happening to them both.

"Still don't know why you guys would want to get married on Salvation Day of all days, but you've both always been pretty drawn to that day for whatever weird reason even before it became the day you two met, so I guess it sorta makes sense for you."

A loud pounding on the level above them interrupts whatever was going to be said next.

"Looks like your spawn is awake."

Her brows furrow tightly and then her eyes go wide even she sees a little boy who is the spitting image of Bellamy running into the room. The little boy makes a straight beeline for her, no reservations about the fact that he seems to be only wearing underwear.

"Mama!"

She reacts before she can even think about it, leaning down to lift him into her arms and hug him. He hugs her back tightly and then catches sight of Bellamy.

"Daddy!"

She tightens her hold on the boy when yet another sharp pain shoots through her mind of herself and Bellamy lying in a hospital bed, a bundled-up little baby resting comfortably in their arms.

"Yo, A-man," Raven speaks up, getting the boy's attention. "Where are the pajamas your mom put you in last night?"

The little boy shakes his head quickly. "No 'jamas, Auntie Rae."

"Hate to break it to you, kid, but you're gonna have to put clothes on today since you're gonna be out of the house."

He waves his hand back and forth with a frown, his light brown curls falling in his face. "No."

Raven moves toward them with a smile. "Oh, you just love testing everyone, don't you?" She takes the boy into her arms and settles him on her hip. "I'll go get him dressed for you guys. No need to thank me, I know I'm amazing."

She watches as Raven walks out of the room, talking softly to the boy in her arms and she honestly has a hard time reconciling the memories she has of Raven walking with a limp and completely hating her for most of the time they knew each other, with these new memories she's getting of them actually enjoying being around each other. Because apparently, in the reset time, they became really good friends. The other woman is even an aunt to her son.

She spins around quickly to face Bellamy, seeing him with a similar expression on his face. "We have a son," she tells him, though she's sure he already figured that part out.

"Yeah." He runs a hand down over his face. "Damn. It really worked. We did it, Clarke. We actually did it."

She doesn't respond with words, instead choosing to wrap her arms up around his neck in a tight hug. He holds her back just as tightly. They stay there for what feels like forever, basking in still being able to hold each other.

"Really, you guys? I get that it's your anniversary, but do you always have to be all up on each other all the time?"

"We're just hugging, Raven," Bellamy says, pulling out of the hug but not letting go of her.

"Yeah, and for you two that's basically foreplay. How else do you think you wound up with Alex and now your other one?" Raven accents the end of her words with a quick gesture in Clarke's direction and her breath catches in her throat. Bellamy's arms tighten around her and she carefully brings her hands down so they're resting on her belly, a small swell being cradled in her hands. Tears prick her eyes at the thought, a brief flash of a slightly younger version of herself with a large pregnant belly running through her head.

"Oh, damn, Clarke," Raven's voice pulls her back. "I think the hormones are hitting you faster than they did with Alex." She grabs an apple out of the bowl sitting on the counter and takes a bite out of it. "Since you guys clearly aren't going to be done with breakfast anytime soon and I need to get to work. Oh, hey, want me to drop Alex at daycare on my way so you guys can focus on doing what you need to do before work?"

Bellamy speaks up before she can, her mind still reeling from the fact that she's pregnant. Again, apparently. "That'd be great, Raven, thanks."

"Alright, I'll see you guys at the party tonight, then. And yes, I'll pick up Alex too because I'm an amazing aunt and I know you guys need to get ready. Say bye to your mom and dad, little man," Raven says, gently poking Alex in the stomach as she starts to leave the room.

Alex giggles and then waves excitedly. "Bye mama. Bye daddy."

She lets out a breath when Raven leaves, her hands still resting flat on her stomach.

"You okay there, Princess?"

She nods slowly, turning to look up at him. "Yeah...I'm just…"

"Trying to come to terms with the new reality?"

"Something like that."

"Well, maybe you can do it on the move. Because we both need to eat something and get ready to leave. I don't know for sure what time we have to be at work, but it would probably be a good idea to figure that out. As well as find out where we both work."

"Right, yeah. Let's uh, let's do that."

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As it turns out, after some very thorough digging through their personal files, he's a history teacher at the local high school while also moonlighting as a guitar instructor Monday through Friday during the summer and every other weekend during the school year. And Clarke teaches art at an elementary school (contrary to what her mom wanted her to do all along), as well as runs a summer art program at the community center Monday through Friday during the summer and three days a week after school during the school year.

He also discovers that in this new reality, his mom is still alive. And so is Clarke's dad. They're both in shock when they realize it, but then he has flashes of seeing Clarke's dad walk her down the aisle, of Clarke and his mom bonding over getting ready for Alex's arrival, of him and Clarke's dad taking Alex to his first professional football game.

After talking to her in their room that morning, he realizes she's been experiencing the exact same thing as him. Whenever they see or hear something specific, it triggers a memory. He figures it's time catching up to them, letting them know what their new selves have been going through in this new, reset timeline. And as they've been gaining their new memories, they've slowly been losing their old memories. They don't need them anymore. Time has corrected itself. It is correcting itself. It's allowing them this moment, to know for this brief moment that they succeeded. That they accomplished exactly what they set out to do.

And now they get to reap those benefits.

The biggest being that they're celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary. He's married to Clarke with a four-year-old son, and another kid on the way. But they just recently found out and haven't told anyone except for Raven and Octavia. If the message on his phone that he got from his sister was anything to go by, promising him that neither of them would say anything at the party about the baby unless he and Clarke wanted to.

And apparently, Octavia and Raven had also taken the liberty of helping them out for the party by sneaking into their house during the day and setting out a change of clothes on the bed for each of them.

"It's like they think we can't pick out our own clothes," he gripes as he starts undressing in the middle of the bedroom.

Clarke pulls her own paint-stained t-shirt off over her head, one of the few she always wears when going to her classes. "Well, to be fair, I do remember seeing some pictures earlier of you when you were younger...and I think it's a good thing Octavia picked that out for you."

"You're hilarious, Clarke." He grabs the slacks and slides them on, his mind immediately flashing back to when he wore a similar outfit for his and Clarke's wedding, the best day of his life. Aside from the day Alex was born, of course.

They both finish getting ready for their party and it takes every ounce of self-control that he has not to kiss her like crazy which he knows would result in them being late for their party. She's just so gorgeous beyond belief.

Eventually, they're arriving at their destination for the party, a nice sit-down restaurant that's definitely been rented out by their, most likely, large group for the night judging from the number of cars in the lot. As well as the 'Private Event' sign posted out front.

As soon as they step inside, they're bombarded by shouts of congratulations from their friends and family, noisemakers being blown in their direction by some of the younger party-goers.

His mom and Clarke's parents are the first to give them hugs, claiming 'parent privileges'. It's weird for him to see his mom so...alive and carefree. She's still a seamstress in this reality, but she's doing a lot better for herself than what he remembers of their other life. He knows Clarke is probably feeling very similar emotions about her father if the tears on her cheeks when she hugs him are anything to go by.

And then everyone else is getting in on the action, congratulating them on the current milestone for their marriage. He casts a glance at Clarke during it all, and he can tell she's feeling the same way he is at seeing all of their friends again, friends that had long ago passed on in their other reality. Brief flashes pass through his mind of meeting each person for the first time over the years in this new reality and it makes him so happy to be able to call them all friends again.

"Mama! Daddy!"

"Whoa, slow down there, A-man." Raven trails quickly behind Alex, her hands outstretched on either side of him with practiced ease, a bread roll clutched tightly in her teeth as she walks.

The boy is moving fast toward them, pushing his way through the rest of the people still congratulating them.

He moves before Clarke does, lifting Alex into his arms and gently tossing him into the air before settling him on his hip.

"How was he for you today?" Clarke asks Raven, accepting a hug from the other woman.

"Oh, he was an angel for me like he always is. I don't know why you guys always complain about him acting up."

"It's because he's pushing his limits with us," he answers without really thinking about it. "With us, he's figuring out how far he can push us until we punish him. With you, he doesn't need to act out because you're his fun Auntie Rae."

"The best damn Aunt in the universe."

"I heard that!" Octavia calls out from another area of the room not too far off.

Raven just laughs and takes Alex from him. "I'm gonna go get him some food, let you two mingle."

"We should get Raven something for helping out with Alex so much," he muses aloud, watching as the woman in question walks off with his son.

"You know she won't take it," Clarke answers. "She takes care of Alex because she loves him, not because she wants to get paid."

"Still. She does a lot in regards to our son."

"And I'm sure that having Alex love her the way that he does is reward enough for her."

"I guess so."

"Clarke! Bellamy!"

Before either of them has too much time to react, they're being attacked by a mass of brunette hair, a pair of arms wrapping tightly around the both of them. He'd remember that hug anywhere. Madi.

Looking down, his suspicions are confirmed when he sees the teenager grinning at them. He's not quite sure how old she is, but at least a few years older than the other reality. "Hey, Madi. I take it you're excited about all of this."

She scoffs playfully. "Of course I am. You guys have always been a big part of my life since I started going to Clarke's art program. You're all like a second family to me. I'm not giving a speech tonight, despite Raven's insistence that I should, so I just want you guys to know how much I look up to you and what you have together. It's so real. I really want a love like yours someday."

"I'm sure you will, Madi," Clarke replies before he can get another word in.

Madi smiles up at the both of them before giving them each a kiss on the cheek and then running off to another part of the room.

Reaching an arm out, he holds Clarke close to him, pressing a kiss to her temple and letting out a content sigh, watching the large group of people interacting with one another.

When they're all sat down for dinner, Alex chatting away loudly and happily with Raven and Octavia, their parents engaged in conversation while eating, as well as all of their friends, he sees his chance. He takes a deep breath, shoving his chair back as he stands and straightening out the front of his suit jacket.

"Excuse me, everyone," he says, gently tapping his knife against the side of his glass and gathering their guests' attention. "I want to say something real quick," he tells them all, his grip tightening on his glass of sparkling cider. If Clarke can't drink, then he isn't going to either. He shifts on his feet as he racks his brain for the right words to say. Flashes of both versions of his life with Clarke pass through his head and in an instant he knows exactly what he wants to say.

"I had this dream last night," he starts, shifting on his feet and letting a small smile cross onto his lips. "I know that no one knows anything about Wanheda and her Knight, except that they clearly loved each other, but last night, I had a dream about them. Maybe it's the history teacher in me, I don't know." The crowd chuckles along with him. "I don't remember too much of the dream, just that a lot of really terrible things happened to them. But the one thing that I do remember with complete clarity, is that Wanheda and her Knight always came back to each other, no matter what." He casts a glance down at his wife, sharing a knowing smile. She knows exactly what he's talking about. "In my dream, once they met, they made a lot of extremely important decisions together. They were two sides of the same coin, always working together to survive. And in my dream, so many of Wanheda's qualities, I see in my beautiful wife. But maybe that's just my projecting." He shakes his head a little, looking down with a smile.

"Wanheda was strong, brave, headstrong, had a massive heart, and she wouldn't hesitate to put the lives of those she loved above her own just to keep them safe, even if it meant she couldn't be there to see them anymore. At least, that's what I like to imagine she was like. It's the exact same way that I see Clarke. I think it's part of the reason I fell in love with her so fast after meeting her. Some people called us crazy, for getting married when we did. But we knew. We knew that we wanted to be together forever. It was like when we met for the first time, everything just fell into place, that other piece of us was found. Like we were always meant to be together, through time and space, in any universe, we would be in it together." He smiles down at Clarke, smiling at the tears rolling down her smiling face.

He takes a deep breath in and looks back out at the crowd. "Sometimes I can't believe that I'm with such an amazing woman like Clarke, but I cherish every single moment with her because you never really know how much time you have left with the ones you love. And I plan on cherishing every other moment moving forward. Because she is the love of my life, and I will always stand by her side, through everything. Forever." He smiles down at his wife. "Thank you for continuing to make me one of the happiest men on the planet, Clarke. I love you so much."

"I love you too," Clarke whispers over the claps and cheers from their friends and family.

With a smile permanently etched onto his face, he leans down and slides his lips over hers, laughing quietly when he hears Alex cheering and clapping louder than the others, a few wolf-whistles coming from wherever Murphy and Miller are sitting.

Clarke gasps quietly against his lips and before he can ask her what's wrong, he's gasping too. Memory after memory flashes by rapidly in his head, an entire lifetime of moments and memories. Memories of a different life, of a different him. Tear after tear falls down his cheeks as each memory comes and goes from his mind, being replaced with memories of this new life of his and Clarke's.

Pulling back abruptly, he looks into Clarke's eyes, recognizing the look there. She knows. They both know. For one last, brief moment, they remember themselves as Wanheda and her Knight, as earth's salvation. Their final kiss from their old lives flashes in his mind, a familiar green spark flashing in the far recesses of his mind.

But this time there's no darkness.

So? What did you think? Let me know in a review down below. I'd love to hear your thoughts.

And like I said at the top, I do have a bunch of one-shots planned to explore Bellamy and Clarke's life together in this new timeline. I already have a bunch planned out, but if there's anything specific you might want to see, let me know. If it works with this new timeline, I may just get inspired. :)

Until next time,
Jellybean96 out!