A/N: Hey everyone! So, I have here with me a fic for the wonderful 100 fandom! Which is fantastic and all, but should be considered even more spectacular as I have NEVER written anything else but Merlin Fanfiction.

My best friend/sister figure (AKA Livdog1122), who has recently joined the fanfiction community, requested a Bellarke fic and so, well, I complied. As I said, I don't usually write anything else unless for Merlin, so this was a bit of a challenge for me. However, I love this show as well so it wasn't like I was writing for something that I wasn't familiar with.

It will be an ongoing fic, so please follow and review and I'll hopefully be updating regularly. Please enjoy! See you next time!

*Flies away on dragon*

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Clarke took a deep breath, in through her nose, out through her mouth. Her nerves were on high alert, her stomach felt like it was twisting itself into a million little knots, and her heart beat quickly against her chest as if it were alerting her as to how frightening this situation really was. Usually Clarke never had any trouble with such situations. She was a smart girl, a brave girl too, and always seemed to have everything under control. Yet, this one, tiny thing was causing her anxiety she had never felt before.

Alright... So maybe it wasn't that small of a thing, she admitted to herself. She was leaving home - of course it wasn't little - and heading off to college. Her mother had cried, sniffling and sobbing, muttering little reassurances to herself as she hugged her baby goodbye. She had told Clarke that she was proud of her, and that if her father were still there, he would be too. However, that did nothing to ease the absolute feeling of uncertainty that seemed to find a comfortable place in the pit of her stomach. She wasn't sure why she couldn't just calm down, she had always been in control of these things, never having letting her emotions run ramped, and she didn't understand why she was letting them now. If only she could find her dorm room and finally get settled in. The young man who was meant to be showing her around was late so all she could do was stand in the middle of the hallway awkwardly with all her things.

She didn't have much, her mother and her always moving around. Clarke possessed but a box of precious trinkets and her favorite blankets and comforters. A bag full of books and school materials sat on her back and completed the assortment of things of which she brought along with her. She hoped that her roommates had more to offer.

"You the newbie? Clarke Griffin?" Came a scruffy voice from behind her. She spun around to be met with the sight of a boy, not looking much older than herself, with short brown hair and wide face. He looked awfully ill, in Clarke's opinion, with deep and dark circles under his eyes, thin body-build, and a long scratch across his face that looked as though it hadn't been taken care of. She would know, wanting to become a doctor and all.

"Yes, it's nice to meet you," she told him, but all he did in turn was scoff and roll his eyes before walking down the hallway. "Or not."

"The name's Murphy." He said over his shoulder, with yet another eye roll, before continuing onward.

Clarke picked up her things and began to follow the guy whom, she decided, did not appeal to her as far as his first impression went. He walked stiffly ahead of her and didn't attempt to make any kind of conversation. The silence was awkward and uncomfortable but Clarke didn't bother to say anything either. So they continued walking in silence, the only sound being the music playing from the nearby dorms...

She already missed home, or what happened to currently be home. Ever since her father had died Clarke and her mother were constantly moving from town to town and state to state so she really never had time to get comfortable. Their recent home had been their longest residence, lasting over a year - Clarke hoped that's where they'd stay. However, after graduating high school and finally moving up in the world, Clarke decided it was time to say goodbye to her mom and lovable cat named Rosy. She spent a while looking at colleges and universities but not many interested her. In the end she chose Ark University, a well known school for it's health and medicine degree programs. Her cousin, Monty, had suggested it after having started going there for his technology major a year prior. She yearned to see him around as it would be helpful to come across a familiar face.

"You'll be staying in the West Wing, where all dorms have a three person set up. Girls have the upstairs and boys have the downstairs. Any questions?" Murphy asked her, sounding completely bored and uninterested.

Clarke was about to respond when she suddenly caught sight of the courtyard out on of the large windows. She had seen pictures of the magnificent court yard on the university website, but it looked extraordinary in person, with its tall trees and assortment of flowers. The grass was so green she could have thought it was fake. Clarke couldn't wait until she would be able to find some time to sit out there and study, but first things first, she needed to get to her dorm room. She turned forward again, ready to start walking once more. However, to utter most displeasure but not surprise, Murphy was nowhere in sight. She began to panic as she realized she had no idea as to where she was.

"This is not good. Definitely not good. That... That idiot just left me here!" She nearly shouted.

Clarke spun around fully prepared to run back to the main offices and request a new guide, as she was not planning on waisting her time waiting for Murphy to show up, but someone happened to be standing directly behind her. She fell backwards and onto the ground, her box of items falling with her and scattering its contents. Clarke let out an annoyed huff before looking up at the man who caused her to be on the ground in the first place. However, she was stopped short.

He was tall, handsome too, and had a head of dark hair that reached his ears in length. He wore a blue t-shirt, khaki shorts, and old looking sneakers that could most certainly do with a scrub. He looked as though he were about to laugh at her predicament and although he offered a hand to help her up she declined and stood on her own.

"Thanks," she said sarcastically. "Now I've got to pick all of this up."

He smirked.

"Well, princess, you ought to watch where you're going."

Clarke grumbled something under her breath.

"What was that?" He asked, sounding amused, as if he were playing a game.

"I said, my name is Clarke."

"Doesn't make you any less of a princess, princess."

"Well, as princess, I order you to tell me where the West Wing is." She said absentmindedly, not actually thinking she'd get directions.

"End of this hall take a left, then take your first right, walk up the stairs and then you'll see a sign that says 'West Wing'. As a girl I assume you'll be in the girls dorms so you'll have to go up another flight of stairs to the left."

Clarke blinked and then nodded as if to say thanks. She really didn't like him, but it was kind of him to give her the help she needed. He walked away without a second glance after that and she continued collecting her things. She wondered who else she'd meet and if she'd dislike them as much as her first two encounters.