Disclamer: I don't own the 100. But I would thrilled if anyone got me a Bellamy Blake for Christmas.

This story is set right after the season 5 finale. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

He felt numb. His eyes were filled with tears, his hands were shaking and his heart was swollen with grief. But he still felt numb.

His friends had died and he was sleeping. He left them alone and they fucking died. He didn't care it was their choice. He didn't care that they were happy and in love. They should've woken him and their group. And they should've been together – until the very end.

He wasn't mad because of the life they chose. He was mad because they left him out of it.

A sudden noise behind started Bellamy out of his thoughts and he turned. Jason mumbled an apology and pretended to be busy again. The boy was excited to finally have some company, but Bellamy could see he was also grieving. Waking up to find out your parents are dead must be an awful experience. Harper asked them to look after their boy and he was already failing at it.

"They were great, you know?" Bellamy heard himself saying. Jordan looked at him with sad, curious, eyes. "Your parents. Monty and Harper were great friends and loved each other. I know they loved you too. Their choice – to keep you alive – was the right choice." Jordan smiled. A soft smile that reminded him of Harper.

"Oh, I know." Jordan sighted. "When they put me to sleep, they told me that we might not see each other again. I said my goodbyes, but…" He looked around, trying to fight the tears. "I just hoped they would be waiting." Bellamy walked to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You have us now. We'll protect you and take care of you." Jordan looked at him again and Bellamy could hold a smile. "You're family." The boy looked taken aback by his words, but managed another smile. He then cleared his throat and blushed slightly.

"Dad always called you Uncle Bellamy when he talked about you… I know we're about the same age, but do you think that, just maybe…" His words got lost and his face became redder. Bellamy smiled softly, his eyes filling with tears again. "I would be honored." Jordan beamed at him.

"Bellamy…" a soft voice behind them broke the moment and they both turned to watch the woman at the door. Clarke had her eyes red and her cheeks were wet with fresh tears.

Monty had left them a message each with specific instructions to listen to it separately. Bellamy allowed Clarke to watch hers first because he wasn't ready. He still wasn't. Their friend's death was still fresh even though they had been dead for years. Decades actually.

Clarke's eyes found his and Bellamy couldn't stop himself. He walked to the woman with fast strides and engulfed her in a strong hug. Her hands gripped to his shirt and she broke down in small sobs. He breathed in her scent and sighted, letting the tears fall silently down his cheek.

125 years without having Clarke in his arms, breathing in in her scent and felling her heartbeat against his chest shouldn't be allowed.

Slowly, she calmed down and started to pull away from him. Her blue eyes, bright with tears, locked in his brown ones. "It's your turn." He nodded, but didn't move. She smiled softly. "It's ok, Bellamy."

He had to do it. He owed it to his friends to hear his last words.

Bellamy walked to the bridge of the ship with fast strides and sat in front of the screen. He took one, two, three, four deep breaths and pressed play.

"Bellamy." Monty's voice sounded tired, but he managed a smile. "You must be so pissed with me right now." Bellamy couldn't stop a chuckle. His friend knew him so well. "But I know you'll understand someday, because if you were in my place you would've done the same thing." Damn you, Monty, for knowing me so well. "I thought about what to say to you. I've told all about you to Jordan, you know? About the carefree rebel that became the king. About how I, his mother and the other one hundred wouldn't be alive today if it wasn't for yours and Aunt Clarke's sacrifices." His eyes filled with tears while watching Monty also tear up. "Somehow along the way you became my brother and I hope you feel the same way."

"I do. I always will." Bellamy mumbled to the screen.

"And that's why I wanted to leave on last message to you. I've kept this for myself for so long and I think now it's the time to finally say it. You're an idiot, Bellamy Blake." Bellamy's mouth fell opened. What the hell? "You're so worried about keeping all of us safe and happy, that you forgot about your own happiness. No, I'm not talking about Echo. I'm talking about Clarke. And don't you make that face!" Bellamy quickly stopped frowning. "I've watched you too dance around each other for years. Bickering and hugging and pretending like you didn't mean the world to each other. I know you used to sit in the Ring's window, looking down at Earth, talking to her. Every day for six years! Even after you got together with Echo, you would go there and just talk to Clarke. And I know that if she had been up there with us things would've been different." Monty chuckled softly. "But somehow I think that those six years apart just made your bond stronger. Because now you know how painful it is to be without each other." Monty sighted and Bellamy pulled to screen, his hand twitching to touch his friend. "Jordan would ask if the King got his princess in the end. Harper and I used to tell him that we didn't know the end of the story yet. But I know it and I know that you know it." Monty's eyes welled with tears again. "Don't waste your time fighting it, Bellamy. Love is beautiful and you deserve it. You might think you're not worthy of her, but trust your old friend. Even when you were just a rebel, you were always worthy of your princess. Forget about surviving. Live. Live for me, my brother. May we meet again." Monty smiled softly and the screen became dark.

"May we meet again." Bellamy mumbled.

Monty's last words hung heavy on his shoulders. Was he right? Bellamy loved Clarke. He knew that. She knew that. Shit! Everyone knew that! They had been friends and partners for years! Somehow, along the way, she became the most important person in his life.

When they left her on Earth during Pramfraya, his heart was broken. Echo helped him fill the void in this heart. Just like Gina had when Clarke left after Mount Weather.

He let his head fall in his hands. Was he really that blind? Was he really in love with Clarke all along but too scared to see it? He had to admit that he felt attracted to her in the beginning. He actually slept with Raven out of spite! Clarke was gone with Finn and he was just furious and jealous. He was not worthy of the precious princess. He was just a fucking janitor!

"Here we go again. Pleading for the life of a traitor... who you love."

Octavia's words hit him hard. His sister was his only friend for years, she knew him better than anyone. Was she trying to tell him something?

He pulled at his hair and let out a frustrated growl. He didn't stop the tears and the sobs. He let himself feel for the first time since he found out what had happened. He cried for Monty, Harper and Jasper. He cried for Lincoln, Finn and Bryan. He cried for Monroe, Sterling and Atom. He cried for Charlotte, Maya and Gina. He cried for his mother and the father he never knew. He cried for his sister innocence and her lost love. He even allowed himself to cry for Lexa and all the other grounders.

He then cried for him and Clarke. For every fleeting moment of happiness they had. For ever knowing glance. For every hug, touch of hands and whispered conversation. For every feeling he had about her that he couldn't quite understand.

Bellamy don't know for how long he cried, but – what he felt like hours later – soft, warm hands rested on his shoulders, traveled down his arms to finally rest on his chest. Clarke's soft cheek pressed against his own and he let his head fall to her shoulder, sighting heavily.

Her touch, her smell, her presence made everything better. His strength came back and he finally opened his eyes, his hands finding Clarke's on his chest.

"What do we do now?" He asked, his voice hoarse.

"We should wake the others." She whispered giving him goosebumps.

"Not everyone." He pleaded. Clarke moved her head and Bellamy turned to look at her. "Not yet" The stared at each other for a few moments and she finally nodded. "Ok." They let go of each other and Bellamy got up.

Jordan was watching them from the door, uncertain. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…"

"It's ok, Jordan. We're family, remember? Family is never an inconvenient." The boy smiled at Clarke's words. "We should wake the others." She told him. Jordan turned around quickly and excited to meet everyone.

"Wait, Jordan!" Bellamy called after him, trying to catch up. Jordan look at him, beaming. "Not everyone, everyone." He looked confused between the two leaders.

"Then, who?"

Hey guys!

It's me. Jane. Jane Black.

New fandom, new fanfiction.

I fell in love with the 100 so quickly that I can't stop thinking about it. Obviously Bellarke is my OTP and I think they are the most perfect soulmates.

I think I'll keep this story rated T but, who knows?

One thing I know for sure. I won't write more than 4/5 chapters.

I hope you enjoy and, never forget, leave reviews! Your authors aprecciate it and makes them fell loved and supported.

I love you awesome nerds.

Jane