It felt odd for Jovie to be back in the room that she shared with Bellamy at Camp Jaha. As dull and isolating as the white room had been, she had found a sort of safety in it. Being in the white room meant she was away from the drill. It meant she was still alive. Now being surrounded by her belongings, and Bellamy's belongings, put her on edge. She didn't want to feel that way; she was beyond relieved she was safe and back with her people, but something changed inside of her. It didn't feel like home. Then again, maybe it never had.

The shriek of a drill echoed off the walls as Jovie sprung up in bed out of a restless sleep. Cold sweat glistened across her raw skin. Her heart felt like it was trapped by her rib cage and aching to pound right out from under her skin and bones.

"Turn it off!" She screamed as she held her head in her hands. She felt like she had been punched in the gut as she had found it hard to find her breath. "Make it stop!"

"Jo, you're okay. You're okay," Bellamy's voice sounded far away, almost like she was underwater and he was just at the surface. "You're safe." He pulled her onto his lap as she continued to fight against her panicked breath.

It hadn't been the first time that he had comforted Jovie, but this time was different. After Finn died, she was angry. She had destroyed their room and wanted to fight because she knew it was what Finn would have wanted. As Bellamy watched the girl he was in love with become engulfed by her trauma, he realized that maybe part of Jovie had died in Mount Weather. To anyone who didn't truly know her they would have just seen a teenage girl that had been roughed up a bit. Bellamy, however, could see that her blue eyes were duller and her scars were more visible. He could see that she wanted nothing more than to pull herself together and shake it off but that she couldn't. He could piece together what they had done to her inside that mountain, but no one would ever truly know what she had gone through.

"You need to breathe, baby," he told her. All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her and hold her close to him, to make her realize that he was there. But he also knew she already felt like she was suffocating. So instead, he just let her be near him while he stroked her hair out of her face and tried to get her to match her breathing to his.

"I can't-" she cried.

"You can," he assured her. "I know you can." Bellamy hadn't even realized that he was crying too until Jovie's shaky hand wiped away his tears. "Please, Sunshine, you need to do this." Seeing her like this was breaking his heart. "I should have never let you go in. This is my fault." Hearing his words forced Jovie to try to focus her breathing. She still felt the lump in her throat and the thumping of her heart, but she needed him to know this wasn't because of him.

"Nothing that happened is your fault," she asserted, squeezing his hand that was rested on her cheek. "Bell, you know me better than anyone. I was going in whether you let me or not. I'm a Murphy, stubbornness is what we're made out of." He almost wanted to laugh because that sounded like Jovie, but it was hard to when she looked so broken. "You know what the hardest part for me was? It was not knowing where you were or if you were safe. It was... it was not knowing if I would ever see you again." He closed his eyes as this. The thought was too much for him to handle. "But we made it out."

"And now we get through it together," he said. "We get through it all."

Despite it all, there was one thing that hadn't changed. It was the one thing that kept Jovie's fire burning. It was Bellamy. He was her home.

THE END