Below The Belt

Summary: Bellamy Blake is an undefeated UFC boxer. Clarke Griffin is a successful physical therapist. When Bellamy suffers an injury that jeopardizes his carrier, this young-blonde doctor may be the only one who can get him back in the game. Can these two vastly different individuals with opposite worlds collide?

(Below the Belt is an imaginary line from the belly button to the top of the hips where a boxer is not supposed to hit. To hit below the belt is to not behave according to the rules of decency. In this story, Clarke and Bellamy exchanges blows 'below the belt' as they both face their day to day problems.)

Chapter 1: The First Indication of Trouble

Bellamy's POV

Nearly two hundred thousand people screamed my name as I stepped into the ring. I smirked and nodded my head, lifted my arms above my head and then below my body and flexed. The crowd went even more insane, if that was possible. The announcer proceeded to introduce me, though something told me that my details were widely known.

I am Americas undefeated and known boxer. Just last year I won my second-Division Worlds Championship. A few years before that I'd gotten my first World Title, and the Fighter of the Year award from Boxing Writers Association of America. I'd admit it, my resume was impressive, and yeah I'm proud of my accomplishments, who wouldn't be?

The only thing that bothers me is the media. They make it look like I'd been born this good, that I'd always been America's prized jewel. In reality I've worked for this. Boxing wasn't something I practiced just for the hell of it… I wished I had that option when I was twelve. Hell, it wasn't even boxing, I was street fighting. I was a part of a gang.

My father split when I was eight and Octavia was four. My mother, she worked all the time. She was constantly busy trying to provide for all three of us. It wasn't easy.

When I was fifteen, Marcus Kane found me; well that's not completely true, I found him. He was about to be jumped, I saw the knife in one of the three guys jackets. Normally I would have minded my own business, but Marcus had a child with him, a little girl with bright blonde pig tails and a small ice cream cone in her hands. I intercepted the three gang men. I told them to pick on someone else.

That someone else then turned to me, so we fought. I even started to lose. Then Marcus stepped in, he held a silver 42 caliber in one hand and his scared daughters hand in the other. The three men took off running. I pulled myself up and began to apologize, looking down in shame and slight fear of the gun that was still out and loaded.

Marcus laughed and placed the safety on before putting the gun back in his leather jacket. He shook my hand and introduced himself, told me to follow him. That was the first time I went to the training gym, the first time I met the guys. He told me he wanted to offer me a free membership and wanted to train me himself. I accepted, seeing no harm in more self-defense.

I never would have guessed that the day I met Marcus and walked into the gym for the first time would lead me this far.

I glanced over at Marcus and gave him a small nod, he returned it with a trace of smirk. I jumped on the balls of my feet a few times before I lifted my hands and roared at the crowd. With my enthusiastic motions and yells the crowd eagerly stood up and screamed back. I found my way to my corner in the far left as my opponent began to come out and his introduction began.

"In the right corner, weighing 153 lbs. of pure muscle and terror is the one, the only; John Murphy!" The announcer said as Murphy stepped in between the two elastic ropes. Murphy gave me a smirk and took his time taking off his robe.

For both Murphy and I this was a long awaited fight. We'd always been rivals, ever since Marcus took me in and our gyms would have rally nights. This wasn't our first fight, and it sure wouldn't be out last. Murphy had beaten me in the past, when we were younger and I was first starting. He hadn't beaten me since, and I had no intention whatsoever of letting him beat me tonight. I smirked at him and then tapped my boxing gloves together.

The bell chimed and we both stalked closer together. I bounced on my toes, keeping my eyes steady on his body and my hands up, ready for his move. If there was one thing I knew about Murphy, it had to be his impatience. As I waited for him to cave and swing at me, I focused on keeping my breathing even and my heart rate more relaxed.

Sure enough, Murphy gave in and sent a speedy punch forward, straight for my left shoulder while his left hand tried to dash to my right ribs. I easily knocked his shoulder punch to the side as I pivoted my right foot back and let his fist fly past my side.

I took advantage of his forward momentum and sent a punch straight at his chest, landing a solid punch in his sternum. He staggered back and coughed for air. I didn't let up, I advanced; stepping with my right foot and watched as he lifted his right arm to block my left foot and quickly switched my weight onto my left foot to send my right leg into his left rib cage. He staggered backwards and to the right.

I lunged forward and sent a direct punch to his jaw, but he was quick to block. I started pulling back but not before his fist hit my collar bone. I grimaced and recollected my body in the defensive stance and waited for him to swing. Murphy began to shuffle forward when the bell signifying round one was over rang and the referee snapped his arms out. I spit on the ground to my side and moved back to my corner.

I took a glance up at the score; 7-2. My kick had been good, but I wasn't satisfied. I didn't just like to win the fight, I liked to leave my mark on the opponent, I liked a wide gap in the score or an amazing combination of hits that would be shown on the news in the morning.

I squirted water in my mouth and jumped twice as the time hit five seconds and round two would commence. I made eye contact with Murphy and grinned.

"Congratulations you made it to round two, I thought you would have tapped out by now." I mocked Murphy and watched as his eyes lit with an angry fire.

"You're lucky I was just warming up. Let's go Blake." Murphy spat and moved forward as the referee blew the whistle and the time began to count down for the second round.

Murphy lunged at me, his intention to knock me to the ground. I let him take me to the floor, but easily reversed the situation and pinned his body underneath mine as I grabbed his incoming right hook and instead threw a vicious jaw striker. The contact even rattled my body, I watched Murphy's eyes dilate for a minute and decided to end it now, I cradled his head and rolled his body over with my legs and hit his forehead against the ground once and felt his body go limp.

I untangled my body from his unconscious one and stood as the crowd cheered and counted down from ten. I pumped my hands up and the crowd began chanting my name over and over.

I smiled and closed my eyes, just listening to the thousands of people screaming in excitement. I looked over to my Kane and winked, if I wasn't mistaken, I saw him chuckle before he turned around and escorted my sister, her friends, and my girlfriend out of the arena.

I jumped off the stage and watched as Murphy's unconscious body was taken care of by paramedics. I signed a few pictures of me on my way to the locker room. When I entered the sound proof room three of my friends sat in there with proud smiles.

"Way to go Blake!" Miller said with a smirk and a light shake of his head.

"That was nothing." I chuckled.

Adom and Wick sat beside Miller. I didn't hesitate to get into the shower and talk to them through the across the locker room.

"Oh come on, even you have to admit that was one of your fastest and easiest fights." Wick said, and something told me he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah it was fast, but that's because Murphy was just a challenger, not like an international fight or true UFC championship match." I commented.

"It's good Murphy was taken down so fast though, helps America know you truly are number one and he won't even be able to touch your upcoming tour." Adom said smugly.

"Speaking of which, we are coming with you right?" Wick stated more then asked.

"Of course, who else would I have shower conversations with after my knock outs." I joked as I ran my fingers through my hair one more time. I really needed to get it cut soon, it was already long for any sport, but was getting a little too much.

"Oh come on, like Victoria wouldn't join you in the shower if you so much as took her in the locker room with you?" Adom half joked, half grimaced.

"When are you going to dump her, she doesn't even understand boxing…" Wick commented with annoyance.

"Yeah, but she's incredible in-"I started before Adom and Wick hissed in annoyance.

"Look I get it, she's great in bed, and she's a model, and she's a fun tag along. But this girl is truly brain dead, it's not just boxing that she doesn't comprehend, it's everything, and she's dumb. She is rude to everyone, and honestly Blake, she probably wouldn't be with you if you weren't hugely famous." Wick commented in all seriousness. I shut off the shower and wrapped a towel around my waste.

"Look I realize she's superficial, but I don't want a real relationship, and it benefits both of us, so why not?" I shrugged off their complaints and started putting my jeans on, then I buttoned up my black tight fit shirt and rolled up the sleeves before I pulled on my black dress shoes. I ruffled my damp hair and grabbed my back pack and motioned for the guys to go first.

"Let's party boys." I said with a smirk and shouldered my bag as we went through a line of fans and security demanded they back off. I winked at one of the pretty brunettes that was taking a video of me.

When we climbed in the limo I saw my sister and her friends already sharing champagne, Kane was on the phone and Victoria instantly latched on to my arm. She cooed about how great I fought and how worried she had been. I leaned into her and stroked her jaw before kissing her. She smiled contently and I gave her a small smirk.

"How does Los Angeles very own Avalon Nightclub sound?" Octavia asked with an excited smile. I nodded and leaned my head back on the cushion and sighed in content.

"Let's celebrate!" Wick whistled and a chorus of agreement went around as the limo took off.

Clarke's POV

I got in my car, saying nothing more to Finn Collins. The little bastard had invited me out on a group date. He told me that Monty, Jasper and Maya were going to join us for dinner and then a fun night of dancing. I eagerly agreed, knowing I needed a night of socializing and excitement.

When I showed up to Chau, the best Italian restaurant in downtown Los Angeles, Finn was the only one there. I should have noticed the size of the booth from the beginning, it wasn't a booth for a group, it was a booth for two. I naively thought nothing of it. I took the glass of wine Finn offered and sipped on it.

I asked where everyone was, I hadn't gotten any texts about anyone running late. Finn stalled until we'd ordered, then he told me that he didn't actually invite the others. He told me he was too scared to ask me on a date the correct way and instead conned me into this one.

He tried to soothe me, and further explain, but I didn't need this. Not after all our past and how he'd been when we were in med school together. He'd broken my heart, and I forgave him after three years. I welcomed his friendship and even hired him when I opened my own professional practice. I appreciated him, but I wouldn't let him hurt me again.

I slammed a twenty down to cover my meal and stormed out. He tried to convince me out of leaving, he even followed me to my car. I could remember exactly what I said to him. "Finn, I'm your friend, and your boss. We've had too much behind us for this to ever work out. I'm happiest being single and I won't let you or anyone change that," then I slammed my car door and drove away.

If it weren't for the damn traffic and the construction work forcing me to take a detour, I'd be home by now.

Bellamy's POV

I stayed in the limo for a few more minutes than everyone else. I wanted a moment of peace and quiet. I asked the driver to take a lap and then lead me to the back door of the club. He did as I asked. When I got to the back door I got out and told the driver to come back in two and a half hours or so. I glanced at my phone to see the news report of my victory. As I walked towards the back entrance I read about myself.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the intense photo of me holding Murphy's right fist as my fist is coming down. The red boxing glove was even blurry from my speed. I glanced up and barely stopped in time from running into the body in front of me.

"Watch it." I snapped and took a step back. I unconsciously pocketed my phone and then looked up to meet the eyes of whoever was in my way. To my surprise it was Murphy. I smirked lightly and rolled my eyes.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" I asked him mockingly.

"You may have won in the ring," Murphy growled and I narrowed my eyes at him threateningly, "but that doesn't mean you're continuing that tour." He finished and I growled.

"So, what you're going to murder me." My tone darkened and I glared at him angrily.

"Get out of my way Murphy, I don't think you want two beatings from me in one night." I hissed and started to go around him towards the door of the club.

"You see," Murphy started and I barely turned enough to look at him," I realized I don't have to beat you publically to take your place on the American tour. You just have to be unable to compete."

Murphy lunged at me and I moved further backwards. I narrowed my eyes at him and was about to growl out how insane he was when something collided with the back of my head. I fell forward and grabbed on to my bleeding skull. I couldn't see straight, all I could feel was a sticky wet liquid on my fingers and the intense throbbing from my head.

I groaned and rolled over, looking up and seeing the florescent lights of Club Avalon above me. I tried to sit up but it was too hard on my body. I rolled over again as I heard Murphy talk, I tried to gain focus on him but everything was blurry and I felt myself losing conscious.

I fought to stay awake. I couldn't let Murphy win. I tried to fight the two pairs of arms off as I was ripped from the ground and dragged further away from the populated and bright area. I hissed in pain as I was pulled more upright. The same metal bar that had split my head open smacked across my abdomen and took my breath away.

Murphy didn't let up, he hit my collar bone in the same spot he had in the fight earlier tonight. Then he hit my face, and left an open gap on my cheek. Blood trickled down my neck and I groaned. I wouldn't be able to stay awake for much more. I felt my head lull and a stinging sensation. My body was harshly dropped and dragged up against a hard surface. I barely opened my eyes, I could slightly make out Murphy's form from the other two silhouettes there.

I growled when he game closer.

"We both know this isn't enough to stop you from more than a month or so of boxing…" Murphy growled in distaste.

I opened my mouth to curse him, but all that came out was a pain filled scream as he grabbed my wrist and crushed it. I heard the bones pop, the pain was so overwhelming I nearly passed out. But not before he twisted my pinky out of its socket and broke my knuckle.

"I'll enjoy your tour." I could barely make out what he said, my heart was pumping in my ears and my entire body throbbed in pain. I slouched further against the wall and barley gave a groan before my body fell unconscious.

My last hope was that someone would notice I was gone and would save me before my head would bled me to death.

Clarke's POV

I drove past the very popular night club that I was supposed to have eventually ended up at with all my friends. I growled and cursed Finn one more time. As I glanced behind me at the lively club I looked at the long line of people and was kind of glad my night wasn't wasted waiting in that huge mess.

However, when I focused forward once more. I slammed on the breaks with a loud squeak coming from myself.

"What the hell!" I whispered to myself.

Three men had run out of a dark alleyway. All like deer caught in headlights. One hit my car with a rust pipe, I rolled down my window and screamed 'what were you thinking?!' before I got out of my car to check the dent the piped asshole left.

What I didn't expect was there to be blood on my car. Maybe it was his own… but if that was the case why wouldn't they have asked for help. They were probably a gang and some nice old lady was their victim.

Get back in the car Clarke. Don't go in the alley. Common, you know this is dangerous. I didn't feel safe. I felt like I was still being watched. I stared into the dark and eerie ally for a moment. I forced my feet to move. I got in my car. I shifted into drive.

I looked out my rear view mirror and saw one of the three guys lingering. He had a pipe still. He looked almost as if he was going to confront me… Drive Clarke… Go. I kept trying to make myself leave. This was all bad, very bad. The man moved out of the dark more.

I'm an idiot… I silently thought as I put the car in park and turned my brights on. I questioned if I should lay on the horn or not. Causing attention could be good… or very bad. Instead I got in my passenger side glove box. I breathed and pulled my Ruger LC9. I had to silently thank my father for giving me a carry on gun for Christmas. I turned off the safety and closed the glove box.

I looked in my rearview window. He was gone… I felt uneasy. I swallowed, hard. I looked out my right mirror and saw nothing. When I glanced out my left mirror, he was creeping up the side of my car.

Without much forethought I crawled in the backseat of my car, and then the trunk. The only lights still on were my brights and break lights. I hit the button to open the trunk as I saw him press his face against the window and look in the car. I leaped out the back and held my Ruger out in front of me at the creep.

"Drop the pipe and step away from my car." I said with a strong and cold voice. The man spun around very quickly, shocked that I was behind him.

"I'm not looking for any trouble." The mystery man stated and put the pipe on the ground. He was wearing a glove, there would be no fingerprints on the pipe.

"But I can't have pretty blonde women like yourself snooping around." The man hissed.

"If I recall, you were the one who ran out in front of me and left a nasty dent in my car! Not to mention you're the one pressing your face in my car window with a sharp pipe and a gloved hand." I snapped and held the gun straighter and placed my hand on the trigger a little firmer.

I used my other hand to get in my back pocket. My eyes never left his. I dialed three numbers.

"Take your pipe, leave me be." I demanded.

"Or what?" He laughed.

"I'll call the police. Something tells me you don't want them over here investigating your sketchy behavior." I growled. I noticed his eyes widen a little. He took a threatening step towards me and my hand tightened on the trigger.

"I will put a bullet through your shoulder if you so much as take another step from me." I shouted, my blonde hair blowing with the light breeze.

He grabbed the pipe and slowly backed up and then went around me. I didn't take the gun position down until he was all the way around the corner. I slowly stalked into the ally, I pulled my phone out and used it as a flashlight.

I gasped and nearly dropped my gun when I saw the blood on the wall. As I moved my flashlight I saw the body that the spilt blood belonged too.

"Oh m-my god." I whispered in a choked voice. I rushed to his side and checked for a pulse. There was a pulse, not incredibly strong, but still there. I examined the head wound first, he'd need at least eight to sixteen stiches. His gashed cheek would need three small stiches and his wrist would need a temporary split and then sever surgery.

I squatted and wrapped both my arms around and underneath his arms and hauled him up on to me. It was tough, he was heavy, but this was a life that needed saving. I staggered to my car and struggled with his body weight on my smaller body as I opened the passenger door and then slowly pulled him in.

I took off my jacket and put it under his head. Then I tore my shirt in half and wrapped his head. I got a groan in return and tried to silence him with gentle words and light touches. I closed the doors and crawled up front.

I drove home, ever few seconds glancing back at the stranger that lay unconscious and bleeding in my back seat. After a fifteen minuet drive home and making sure he was still alive about six times, I pulled in the drive way and into my two car garage. I again had a hard time carrying him, but persisted and got him into my vacant guest bedroom. I propped him up on the arm chair and kept my jacket on his head, my purple torn shirt that currently covered his head was already close to soaked through.

I gathered all my first aid supplies, my stitching kit, and all the wound cleaning chemicals I would need. I set to work on his head wound, and gave him one shot of morphine in his wrist, and another shot of morphine in his semispinalis capitis.

Eighteen big stiches and an hour later she had completely fixed his head wound. She started cleaning out his cheek gash and began threading the needle to close the open wound. After three stiches closed his flesh together she started working on his broken wrist and pinky.

He showed no signs of waking up, so she went ahead into the third hour of patching him back together and put his pinky back in its socket and as carefully as she could, twisted the knuckle back as best as she could.

He'd need a specialist, he'd need X-rays, and two different surgeries. One surgery would be to get the broken pieces of his knuckle out of his pinky and to fill the missing knuckle pieces back in with false boning.

His other surgery would for sure be on his wrist. He'd need his bones repositioned and held in place by metal splints for at least three months. Just by feeling his wrist she knew his ulna was fractured very badly and his radius was all kinds of broken. Not to mention his flexor retinaculum was very badly stretched out of place. For tonight she would just set as many bones as she could and put a tight brace on it to help shift things correctly.

I pulled him up one more time, it was just a few minutes until four and I was dead tired. I carefully dropped him on the bed and situated the pillows so his head would be higher than his heart. I pulled a blanket over his body and took off his shoes for him.

"I think I'm insane." I whispered to myself. I didn't even know this guy and I just saved his life and am now letting him sleep over. I should sleep with my carry on…

I kept the small lamp on and shut off the bathroom light. I could clean up the bloody wash cloths and my emergency supplies tomorrow, for now I was going to bed. I'd deal with the aftermath all tomorrow.

Right as I was leaving his room I noticed his pocket lighting up with and vibrating. His broken wrist seemed to unconsciously move towards it. I quickly pushed his wrist back up above his heart and got his phone out. It was awkward to say the least.

His girlfriend or sister, someone was worried about him. Lots of people it appeared. I debated responding but decided it would be best to let it go and he could deal with it in the morning.

I put his phone on silence and left it on the night stand next to the light and the glass of water I'd placed there. I quietly shut his door and moved to my room. I flopped on my bed. The consequences to inviting a nameless-beaten-stranger could bother me in eight hours, for now the only thought that followed me into sleep was weather I needed another pillow or not.

Authors Note: So I started writing this and its been a joy so far! I really hope you guys like it! Just a reminder that if you review I will update so much faster! Also some of you know me from my other fanfiction (Brave New World) and that same give away is relevant for this fanfic. So add The 100 Give Away to you reviews to be entered in that! I hope you all enjoy this Bellarke AU! Thanks for the love, I'll post chapter two soon.

So here are a few things for you fans and can't get enough of this story!

In chapter 2:

a.) Bellamy will do Clarke a favor.

b.) Clarke will learn of his mass fame.

What do you guys think Clarke will do with being the only witness to Bellamy's near murder attempt? Message me your guesses or leave them with your review.

Until then, BELLARKE OUT!