Chapter 1

Clarke woke up, naked, head resting on Finn's chest, a blanket half-heartedly pulled over them. For a moment, she couldn't remember why she was in a bunker or why she was naked next to Finn. But then she remembered. She remembered the shit that went down with Charolette and Murphy and how the two of them had retreated here, into each other's arms.

Clink.

'The fuck was that?' Clarke thought. She could feel Finn slowly awakining, the sudden sound breaking the silence.

"Shhh," Clarke hissed sharply into Finn's ear, moving her head up so she could whisper without being heard by what- or whoever was there.

Clarke, now on full alert, slipped off of the couch they were on and grabed a knife off of the coffe table. As Finn started to rise she placed a hand forcefuly on his chest, pushing him back down.

She stealthily crept up to the wall next to the doorway into the kitchen, her bare feet falling soundlessly on the ground, her breasts bouncing slightly with every step as her blonde hair fell down around her nude body, across her back and chest, straying down onto her breasts.

And she stood there for a minute, untill the dark shape that had frozen when the sound had been made started taking steps forward, through the door way.

'Your mistake.' Clarke thought to herself as she dashed out once the shape had passed her, wraping an arm around it's neck and shoving the knife against it.

"Who the hell are you!?" Clarke yelled at it. Finn got up, lighting a match and setting one of the candles on fire. Bringing the flame closer to the thing, Finn realized it was one of the grounders.

"Why the fuck are you here?" Finn asked, bringing the candle, and his face, closer the the grounder.

"To kill you," it responded in a thick accent.

Just as he said this, the grounder lashed his knee out, taking Finn by suprise and knocking him to the floor. The grounder then tried to reach for a sword that was attached to his armor but the action was stoped as Clarke slid the steel blade effortlessly through it's neck, killing it. As it's blood started to seep out, she droped the corpse onto the floor, away from the carpets.

Clarke then ran to Finn's side, helping him to his feet.

"Are you alright?" She asked him, looking at him concerend.

"Yeah, I think that I am. How about you?" He responded, putting a hand on each of her sholders, looking into her eyes full of concern.

"As well as we can be on a post-nuclear war world. Even if I did just kill someone."

"It was self defense. If you hadn't killed him, we would both be dead." He then leaned down, having notecied something on the corpse. "Here. Have this."

She looked at what he had handed to him. It was an old sword, pre-nukes, but it was in good condition.

"Thanks. We should probably get rid of the body. But first, where the fuck are my panties?"

Hey guys. This is my first fanfic I have ever written so appologies. I should probably say I do not own any of the characters in

The 100 or the universe it is set in. I just was kind of annoyed at how little Clarke-Finn fanfic there was. So I made this. Rate and Reveiw please! (if you can do that. I don't really know how this site works)