Okay so I haven't had the chance to write fan fiction for this series yet but I absolutely love it, so I decided to get off my but and write. This is probably pretty suck and since I am not creative in any sort of way, this is going to be a bunch of One-Shots, and they will almost all be Bellarke, although not all. I have absolutely no set time for when I will update, but since this show is still going strong, I will probably update pretty regularly. I also own nothing of this series.
This is set after the conversation in the episode Helkadama, after Bellamy handcuffs Clarke to the chair, and is told from Clarke in a third person limited point of view.
Clarke stared for a minute at the handcuffs around her wrists. Cuffs that Bellamy had put there. Bellamy who she had thought she could trust. Who she had needed to trust, because she needed to believe that it wasn't all her fault. That she could still be saved. Apparently not. Her mind still didn't grasp that it had been Bellamy who had decided to betray her. She had believed that he might be mad. Hell she had expected him to yell at her and tell her she could go die. But take her prisoner? That was not the Bellamy she knew. That was not the Bellamy that she had risked Ton DC on. This Bellamy was cold. This Bellamy was broken. She was drawn out of her thoughts by Bellamy moving around her, grabbing one of the electric batons that had been on the table. She couldn't help the snarky thought that just ended up as words.
"So are u going to go for conscious or unconscious look when you drag me off to pike. 'Cause I would honestly prefer the conscious because I'm pretty sure you have no idea what voltage to set that at to knock me out without killing me. But I guess since I'm a prisoner that's probably going to happen so really either way is fine." Clarke said bringing back the mask that she wore in in front of the grounders. In front of the 100. In front of the people who had tried to take everything from her. In front of the people she had killed to protect the people she loved. But never in front of Bellamy. Until now. Her eyes hardened and she glared defiantly at him, not a speck of fear or sorrow glossing over her eyes. Bellamy could go do whatever she wanted for all she cared. All she had to worry about now was getting out. Bellamy still had his radio on his belt and Clarke focused her mind on that, knowing if she could get it she could get the right frequency and Octavia would be able to get her.
Bellamy finally stopped moving around and grabbed a key from his belt using it to free her from the chair only to replace it onto her other hand with the cuff. he then proceeded to drag her out of the room, not saying anything, not even looking at her. Fine. She could play that game too. When they reached a hallway that was completely clear, she made her move. Using Bellamy's hand hold on her to her advantage, she slammed him into the wall, causing him to let out a grunt of pain. She almost felt bad, but instead of making sure she hadn't done any permanent damage, she grabbed his keys out of his pocket as he slid to the floor. She used her teeth too unlock the cuffs and rubbed her wrists in relief when the metal fell off. But while she was undoing the cuffs she failed to notice that Bellamy had gotten back up. She spun around only in time to fell herself pressed against the wall by Bellamy who looked seriously pissed. She gave him a sly smile.
"Aw did little Blake get hurt? Is little Blake mad?" she asked in a mocking singsong. She was free but she still needed to get the radio because without Octavia she would never manage to get out of the camp. Bellamy gritted his teeth, still pressing her into the wall.
"Clarke you can't get out of here. You can either come with me, or I will drag you." he said with a snarl. Clarke just gave him a feral smile. So they would fight. Well what Bellamy didn't know was that she could fight. You didn't survive more than a few days in the forest without learning how to fight.
"Or you could just give me a radio, and you don't have to get hurt," she said, knowing he wouldn't. He scoffed at her.
"You want the radio," he said with a smirk. He leaned forward so his lips were less than an inch from hers. "So take it," he whispered, his breathe wafting softly over her lips. She smiled again. Then raised her knee and drove it right below his belt.
"Dammit Clarke!" he yelled, doubled over in pain. But all too soon for her liking he recovered, and put his fists up in a fighting pose. She didn't bother with that. Instead she swept her leg out, to spend him sprawling too the floor. It worked but at the last moment he pulled her down with him. She hit the ground hard but instead of letting the sharp pain she now felt in her wrist bother her, she just rolled away from Bellamy as he attempted to pin her again. Thats when she realized what he was trying to do. He didn't want her knocked out, or hurt. Her mother was the doctor. Bellamy needed her to still be in good enough condition for Pike to interrogate her. He snarled at her as she dodged him again. But she was done with this little playing. Bellamy might not want to damage, but she had no such qualms about hurting Bellamy. So she threw her first punch.
It landed with a satisfying crunch, and blood poured out of Bellamy's nose. She smiled again. Bellamy deserved this. And when Bellamy kicked her legs to knock her to the ground again, she didn't resist the pain. She deserved the pain. So instead she embraced it. And it made her that much stronger. Her eyes were alight with fire as she pulled herself up from the floor that was now covered in droplets of their blood. She slammed Bellamy into the wall, saying, "You know I had trusted you. I thought that at least after Lexa betrayed me, I at least still had you." She said, her breaths coming out in ragged gasps as she continued to reach for the radio while Bellamy struggled out of her grip.
"At least when Lexa betrayed me, she did it to save lives. She did it to save her people. What did you do it for Bellamy?" She asked as she threw another punch. He stopped struggling for a moment to look her straight in the eyes.
"I did for the people who Lexa killed when she betrayed us. I did it for Gina. I did it for the people who never even got the chance to see their families again because Lexa had them killed. I did it for the people who died on the ark because the Grounders stopped us from letting them know it was safe down here it time. I did it for all the people who would never get the chance to avenge themselves." he said staring right at her, his face dark with hatred, not for her, but at Lexa and the Grounders. She felt herself loosen, even though she was still trying to get the radio. This however was all he needed to slam the both down onto the metal plating of the floor, where she lay dazed as he put his knees on either side of her and sued his hands to press her wrists tight against the floor. She struggled but to no avail. So instead she glared at him, anger gleaming in her eyes. And yet he had the audacity to laugh at her.
"Are you done yet, Princess," he asked, with none of the teasing warmth that he used to say the name with. It was him saying her nickname like that, after her had betrayed her that made her truly snap.
"Fuck you, Bellamy Blake," she said, before doing exactly what she had done to Lexa. She spit blood into his face, and when he pulled away, she grabbed his radio, changed the frequency when she realized what she had forgotten. When she had spit in his face, Bellamy didn't even care, he had just grabbed what he had that she had forgotten. He had grabbed his baton, and electricity arced along it, beautiful and deadly, as he slammed it into her side, just as she fixed the frequency on the radio.
She had felt pain. But this was new. She screamed, with pain, as electricity raced up her veins, burning and freezing, her blood turning from lava to frozen ice before burning away again. She body spasmed as she arched away from the baton, and she gave a second louder longer scream, as her movement caused her to rip apart the stitches holding together her wound on her side. Her entire body was alive with this new fiery unbelievable pain as she collapsed to the ground with a sob, the blood from her newly opened wound already soaking through her jacket and creating a small puddle on the floor. She lay there for a moment, the floor marked with her and Bellamy's blood before she saw the radio a few feet away. She reached out with her hand causing even more blood to rush out of her newly opened wound. She gave a slight whimper of pain, but grasped the radio loosely in her hand and pressed the button to talk.
"Octavia," she said with a slight pained cough that resulted in even more blood on the floor. "Octavia you need to help me I'm in the eastern wing hallway 6 on the first floor. And get my mother," she said, and waited for Octavia to say she was on her way before she let the radio roll away. She hopped Octavia would get here in time to help her get away from Bellamy and if Bellamy decided to take her captive, maybe, Clarke though bitterly, Octavia could just follow the trail of blood. She glanced back at Bellamy who still hadn't moved, the baton still in his hands, staring at it in shock and horror, looking back over at her and the continuously growing pool of blood.
He dropped the baton with a sharp clang of metal on metal, and rolled away from him. His breathes were short strangled gasps. "Clarke?" he asked, his voice strangled and broken. He took a shaky step towards her. She flinched away from him, the movement causing her even more pain. "Clarke what, what did I do to you?" he asked his voice shocked at his own actions.
"What does it look you did," she snarled, her voice heavy and slurred with pain.
"I didn'- I didn't mean to- no Clarke god I didn't mean to do this. I just wanted to protect you. I couldn't let you leave me again." he took another step toward her. He sounded heartbroken. But he had before and that's how she ended up like this. She continued scoot back away from him. He still started Clarke, but seeing the look of fear in her face he held his hands up.
"Clarke I promise, I'm not going to hurt you," he said. She just continued to move father away, leaving a trail of blood in her wake.
"Ya sure like I'm going to believe that," she said, each word punctuated with a gasp of pain as she tried to farther back. Eventually, her back hit the wall, and she had nowhere else to go. She felt the floor around her desperately, for something, anything she could use to protect herself from Bellamy. her hand closed around the handle of the baton the Bellamy had dropped.
"Please Clarke you're bleeding let me help you," he said, continuing to get closer to her. Her hand clenched tighter around the handle.
"Really, I hadn't noticed. And I'm far more content to just bleed out here than let you touch me," she said venomously, moving herself a little so she could get a better hold on the baton.
"Clarke please," he whispered desperately, reaching down to help her.
"DON'T TOUCH ME," she screamed, holding the baton in front of herself for protection. Then Octavia came running, and she froze staring at the scene in front of her. The floor, covered in blood. Bellamy holding his hands out defensively. Clarke leaning against the wall, holding a baton, blood staining her shirt, and a wild look of fear in her eyes. Thats when everything fell into place. She shoved Bellamy roughly to the side, not caring if her brother was hurt.
"What the hell did you do to her" she asked, her voice dangerously low, as she gather Clarke into her arms, thankful for all the grounder training. Clarke's head rolled slowly as she slipped into unconsciousness. Bellamy just stared at Clarke, his face a mask of pure and utter horror. What on earth had happened? she wondered, before starting to walking. She turned to Bellamy who had been following. He froze when he saw the look on her face.
"Don't you dare even think about following me," she said, her voice void of all emotion. "I don't know what is wrong with you Bellamy, but Clarke came here to stop a war and you try to kill her. So you're going to stay in this room until we're long gone. Because I swear to god if try to hurt her right now, or Lexa, or Lincoln, or and of the grounders in lock up that you so kindly felt the need to put there, I will kill you, whether you are my brother or not," she said, her voice not that of the girl who wanted to get out of her house, but of a girl who had found herself friends, a family, a people, and was willing to protect them at any cost. And when she spun around and walked off, he didn't follow her, but just watched, as blood continued to seep from his nose, and Clarke disappeared from his reach yet again.
Okay so real quick one thing I wanted to explain about the whole wound thing was that 1) I figured she would probably still be healing from some wounds after having to survive in the forest for so long. Also 2) she was able to fight because it was stitched up and had begun healing but because of the strange and unnatural ways a person's body can twist when an electric current goes through it, this is why the stitches ripped then and not earlier. And I guess that's technically two things but hey who cares. Also because I have so many pent up feelings and ideas over this episode, I may do several one shots about it but I will try to put other one shots into it. Thanks for reading and please review:)