Okay, so this is my Bellarke fantasy to tide me over until the fall when Season 2 picks up. This isn't my first FanFiction story but it's the first one I've had the courage to post so Follow, Favorite, and Comment! Please let me know what you think, what you'd like to see happen, and if I've screwed up because I want to know! Be sure to critique with kindness!
Need to Know History!
This takes place after the finale with a few tweaks. When the ship door dropped they kids were not smoked out and put in quarantine, they were working on rebuilding what is left of The 100. Finn and Bellamy made it into the drop ship before the door shut, but both are extremely cut up and in need of Clarke's medical attention or any attention from Clarke. (Duhh! Bellamy had to make it! Its a Bellarke ship story! But I really do think they hid somewhere, Bob Morley is to important to the show and Bellamy didn't get a proper goodbye the way Finn did. And if Bellamy made it, Finn probably did to.)
CH 1: FIREFLIES
"Alright! Everyone not in need of medical attention clear out of the drop ship. Look for anything salvageable and tie Anya up for now. NO ONE KILLS HER! Is that clear?" Clarke was already giving orders. She had so much to do and just wished Bellamy was able to handle things outside. Just about every able body was out of the drop ship, so Clarke went back in.
The medicine Finn retrieved for Raven was working better than Clarke could have imagined. Raven was going to be alright, but she was going to be out of commission for a while. The internal bleeding was bad, and as stubborn as Raven was it would be a while before she could even sit up. Bellamy and Finn were beat up pretty bad, but it was mostly surface wounds and they both would be fine. Thank God.
Clarke turned her attention to the few in critical condition that had actually made it to the drop ship. Clare, a sandy blonde, had an arrow that had penetrated her stomach. If Clarke got the arrow out and cleaned up the wound fast, Clare would be fine. She told Clare to hold still, and the girl just nodded and continued to focus on her breathing. Before long, Clarke finished cleaning the wound, "Your breathing will regulate very soon and you'll need to lay still for a few days. If you give your stomach time, you'll be fine. I'll come by and check on you later."
Two other guys also had been hit. Scott wasn't going to make it, he had an spear in his lower stomach and had already bleed out to much before he even got in the drop ship. Clarke tried her best to make him comfortable, it only took a few mins. She shut his eyes and moved on. Boone had an arrow in his leg and Clarke estimated that before long he would be paralyzed. She got the arrow out but a small piece of wood got stuck in his leg. "Dammit," she muttered to herself.
"I'm gunna need you to grip the table. I can get this out but I won't lie, it's gunna hurt."
"Alright." He grimaced. It came out easier than she thought it would. Clarke cleaned up the wound and went around to a few more people before directing her attention back to Finn and Bellamy.
"Your next," she said as she approached Bellamy. He let out a grunt.
"I sent Octavia with Lincoln. She got hit and there was nothing I could do."
"Good," Clarke said as she began cleaning his wounds. She could tell he was saying this to keep his mind off how much much his body must ache. The antiseptic probably doesn't feel that great right now either.
"I know you're worried about her, Bellamy, but if there's anyone who loves your sister near as much as you do... it's Lincoln." He nodded. They continued in small talk for a few minuets."What's the report, Dr. Clarke?
"Okay, so the good news is the worst of your injuries is a broken arm, the rest are just bruises and cuts. The bad news is you have a broken arm and you will be extremely sore for the next few days."
"Alright Princess, what do you suppose I do about it? I'm not just going to sit around and knit." Well he's feeling better.
"If you want to hurt yourself, be my guest, but you can't do anything with that arm for a while or it won't heal and just become dead weight. I'll put a splint on it, but you can't take it off for at lest four days." Bellamy rolled his eyes. Clarke finished with the splint and as she started to get up, Bellamy grabbed her arm.
"Thank you," he said softly, using those big brown doe eyes to full effect. Clarke gave a small smile and moved over to Finn, who was starting to wiggle.
"Ummmhh!" he grimaced.
"Finn." Clark stopped him from moving and put a hand on his rib cage.
"You have two broken ribs," she reported, "you'll have to say down for a while."
Finn looked up at her, "Clarke, we have something, when I left to go find medicine for Raven and you-" But she cut him off, "I told you, you broke my heart. That doesn't mean I want you to die. I care about you, but I can't be with you."
"I'm going to fight for us," he declared.
"I don't want you to. You need to work things out with Raven, she needs you. I don't need you." Somewhere inside Clarke knew she meant that.
"She knows that I don't love her the way I love you."
"Then just be there for her. I know you care about her. You two have been together to long for you to just stop."
Clarke didn't give him another second to argue with her, and she continued with her rounds. Bellamy was near enough to hear the whole conversation between Clarke and Finn. He knew that they had gotten close and that Raven's arrival had put distance between them, but for some reason he was almost glad to hear for himself that it was over for Clarke and Finn.
The next few days were spent trying to build back up what was lost in the blast. That pretty much means everything outside the drop ship. They had already searched for anything salvageable, which wasn't much. The gate was barely standing. None of their structures made it, but some closer to the fence had parts that were still usable. There was a little bit of scrap metal that didn't completely melt around there as well. Other than that, not much made it. Their current priority was stocking back up on food and supplies and it was off to a skimpy start. Bellamy had sent a few guys to blind fold Anya and leave her many miles away from camp. They knocked her out, but didn't kill her per Clarke's request. At least that wasn't a concern for right now.
Clarke had an idea, but this idea would only go over if Bellamy supported it. She walked down to the bottom level of the drop ship where they had been sleeping. Bellamy was disarming himself of his splint.
"Bellamy," she called.
"Clarke, I can't do a damn thing with this on," he protested.
"That's not what I called you for."
"No? Well, what can I do for you, Princess?"
"I've been thinking..."
"I really hate when you do that," he smirked. She couldn't help but crack a small smile, "I had an idea."
"Alright,"
Clarke took a look around the room. To many people. There were no more tents, which meant there was no where in camp they could talk.
"I'm thinking we need to take a walk. We need more water anyway."
"Lead the way, Princess." As they walked out of the drop ship, Bellamy unconsciously put his hand on her the small of her back. Clarke quickly glanced back at him, and he seemed to realize what he was doing and dropped his hand. Crap. He didn't mean to make things awkward between them. Bellamy had a respect for Clarke that he didn't have for anyone else. It had served him well for learning to work with her, but he couldn't let it get to far.
Walking out of camp, Clarke thought about that little moment. Looking back at him wasn't suppose to make him drop his hand. It was suppose to reassure him that she was there, the way his hand reassured her. Then Clarke came to her senses and she thought to herself, "Wait? I don't have feelings for Bellamy. What are you doing, Clarke? Snap out of it. You're getting over Finn and clinging to any attention."
Clarke picked up some empty water jugs, while Bellamy grabbed a gun and loaded it with a few rounds. They had hardly any left and he knew they shouldn't be leaving, but there was something about the way Clarke talked to him. He knew this would be necessary. She clearly didn't have whatever it was all figured out, which concerned him. That girl always had things figured out.
"Miller, we won't be gone long so keep it on the down low."
"Anything I should be worried about?"
"Nah. Just going to get water." With that Miller nodded and went back to giving Bellamy's orders; although, he was pretty sure that wasn't all. No way both Bellamy and Clarke were leaving just to get water.
"So...," Clarke began as soon as they got enough distance from the wall.
"Spill it, Princess."
"Camp is scorched. We have almost no provisions left. What we do have will be gone in a matter of days. On the bright side, we don't have any enemies to worry about for the moment, but it's not gunna stay that way for long. I think it's time to rethink the way we are living." Bellamy listened intently as Clarke continued, "That bunker where we found the guns, I think we could turn it into new living quarters."
"Clarke, that bunker is trashed. You saw for yourself, there's mold everywhere, and it's flooded with water and oil. We can't live down there."
"We can get it cleaned. It would be less work than what we have here. Besides, there has to be supplies down there that we just didn't find. It would provide shelter from fog and storms. We are on Earth to stay and we need to build civilization back up if we are to survive for the long hall," Clarke reasoned.
"You have a point there."
"At the moment, we don't need to have such a heavy guard up. We can reduce the patrol, and send those we don't need on guard, down to clean the bunker until we get it livable."
"Our patrol's already reduced, and we'd have to drain the place then scrub it from head to toe," he rebutted.
"Bellamy, I need you with me on this. If it's just me they're never gunna go for it. So, I'm going to turn to you first."
"I don't know. They seem to listen when you speak." Clarke was getting irritated. She needed his support on this.
"Are you with me?" she demanded to know.
"Always," Bellamy promised, "Clarke, if we are going to lead these people, you and I need to have each other's backs. That's the only way this will work. So, yes I am with you." Bellamy was a jackass most of the time, but Clarke knew they had a common purpose and that was to take care of their people. They had reached the stream, they filled their jugs with water and sat down on the bank for a minute. Clarke stared out at the pretty blue water, then back at herself and she was disgusted.
"Ugh! I'm covered in soot!" she whined. Bellamy laughed.
"And you're just now realizing this?" She elbowed him hard.
"Ow," he said, still laughing a little. "Come on. Let's wash off."
He helped her up, and they took off their extra layers. Bellamy could feel himself just want to be close to her. He held her hair and helped her get the dirt off her back and he turned as Clarke did him. Then he turned again to face her, and they were closer then he had realized. Bellamy looked at her and knew he wanted to kiss this girl, but he fought the urge knowing full well she'd push him away.
For a second, Clarke could have sworn Bellamy was going to kiss her. She found herself almost wanting him to, and that scared her so she pulled back just enough to prevent a kiss. Bellamy reached down to touch her wrist and tilted his head in direction of the river bank.
"Come on. We should be getting back." Clarke just nodded, relieved for the break in silence. They waded over to the river bank to put their other clothes back on and get the water jugs. Clarke did have to admit that Bellamy looked good without shirt but it was easier to stay professional with his on. The sun was setting and they walked back to camp in mostly silence, until Clarke saw flickers of light in the distance.
"Look," she went in the direction of the light.
"The hell?" Bellamy followed her, curious himself. They reached the light and it was coming from a little bug. Clarke recognized them from books on the Ark, but had never actually seen them before.
"They're fireflies." There were hundreds maybe thousands of them. "They're incredible." Clarke was enamored by them and Bellamy was pretty amazed too. The fireflies continued all the way back to camp, where everyone else seemed in awe of the little lightening bugs too. For the first time in a long time, the 100 were happy just enjoying the night, not having to worry about Grounders or people bleeding out in the drop ship.
I jumped on the Bellarke ship in episode 3, when Clarke ended Adam's suffering. I noticed the way Bellamy looked at her and ever sense I've found myself hating Finn more and more. I did feel like Finn and Clarke needed closure after the finale. I hope I did that well, didn't want to dwell on it. This is a Bellarke FanFiction story anyway. I'm going to take it slow to make sure I do the characters justice, but I promise I will fill it with Bellarke moments.
Tell me what you think! I'm going to keep this going, adding chapter by chapter. I want to know what you think I can improve on, what I've done well, and what you'd like to see. I love getting ideas, can always use some inspiration.