My first time writing for the 100 fandom!

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-1.

"Who shit in your food rations?" Octavia pokes her brother after he had snapped at some poor kid for the sixth time. She caught Bellamy heading towards the dropship.

"Nothing." He mumbles. He feels a little guilty that he had yelled at the boy just for holding his gun wrong.

She rolls her eyes, "spit it out."

"IthinkIpissedoffClarke."

"Stop mumbling."

"I think," he enunciates, "I pissed off Clarke."

Octavia throws him a withering look. "And this is news? When are you not pissing her off?"

"I said something about Finn." Bellamy says sheepishly.

She narrows her eyes.

"Nothing really bad, but…" He trails off once he sees her expression.

"Knowing you, it was something hurtful. Go say you're sorry."

"What?" He stops walking towards Clarke the dropship. "No way."

"Why were you going there then?" She jerks her head towards Clarke the dropship. "You know she's in there."

He shuffles his feet. The slight movement has Octavia spying something in his hands as they flutter awkward at his sides.

"Is that the impossible to find herb Clarke was droning on about last night?" She asks slowly.

"It wasn't that hard to find."

"Oh I see now." She laughs. "You aren't going to say you're sorry, you're going to give her that plant thing-"

"Herb."

"That herb thing, and hope she realizes this is your weird way of apologizing."

He begins walking towards Clarke the dropship again, ignoring his sister's laughter.

"Clarke?" He ducks around the doorway.

"What." She's busy stitching up someone's arm.

Bellamy slowly makes his way over to her, not liking the way she stiffens as he got closer.

"Here." He thrusts the herb at her.

Patient forgotten, her eyes widen as she now studies the herb."How…?"

He doesn't even have to say anything, she focuses at his face for a second, then chuckles softly.

"Is this your way of apologizing?"

"You know me," he jokes, then wonders if it's really a joke. She had barely glanced at him then drew the correct conclusion.

"Thank you," she says sincerely. "You've saved a lot of kids with this."

"It's our job." And because he felt he had to, he says, "I'm sorry I said that about Finn."

Clarke turns back to the arm she had been stitching. "I'm just confused as to why you felt the need to say that about him."

"It's true though," he holds his hands up in mock surrender as she glares at him. "He had you, the most loyal, selfless person here and gave you up for Raven. Who is also loyal and selfless but that's not the point."

Her face flushes as she continues sewing. "Technically, I was the other woman."

"Then he should have told you about her, or something. He's just brushing it off as if it didn't hurt you."

"It didn't." Her voice is sharp. The kid with the cut arm is watching their conversation as if it is one of those interesting reality shows that had existed years ago.

"I'm just saying-hey." He walks around until he's facing her. Bellamy wants to say he admires how she's so committed to the wellbeing and care of the remainder of the 100, how he can't believe they listen to her so well and that she's a natural leader.

She peers up through her lashes at him.

"I'm just saying if I had someone like that, I wouldn't give them up for the world."

Clarke's mouth opens slightly to say something, but he'll never know what because at that moment rapid gunfire from outside interrupts them.

-2.

"Can you just stop?" Raven lightly shoves Bellamy, not seeming to care that she had startled him enough that he had swing his gun towards her. "Talk to her."

"What?" He asks dumbly.

"You're making moon eyes at her."

"I am not!"

"Any problems back there?" Clark'e turns around, raises an eyebrow at Bellamy and Raven's sheepish expressions. "If you're trying to tell the Grounders where we are, please continue talking in that volume."

"Sorry, Princess." He smirks as she huffs at the name and turns back around. They continue their journey to the water source. Traveling in a group is now mandatory, since the last time someone went to go to the washroom by themselves they were attacked. True, they were only attacked by a bunny the victim said had "six ears", but it could have been a Grounder. Next time, it could be a Grounder.

The smug look vanishes as he whips his head towards Raven. "And I was not making moon eyes."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." She shrugs carelessly. "Octavia told me about that herb you found her."

"I saved a lot of lives." he defends, echoing Clarke's words.

"Was saving people on your mind as you traipsed through endless bush and swamp searching for it?"

His silence speaks volumes.

"What exactly is it with you two?" Jasper cuts in. "Everyone knows you guys are closer, a lot closer than when we first landed. Man, you two were always at each other's throats."

"We're co-leaders." Bellamy tries to sound authoritative and cool, but it just sounds like a weak excuse. "We have to get along."

Raven and Jasper wear matching expressions of disbelief.

"I'll be over there, with Cla-Octavia." He hurriedly goes to the front of the group.

Once he's walking alongside Clarke, he notices with concern that she's stumbling slightly.

"What's wrong?" He asks immediately.

"Nothing." She waves him off. "A bit tired, that's all."

"We're all tired," Octavia is now scrutinizing Clarke as well. "You seem a bit more than tired."

"I'm fine," she insists.

Bellamy rolls his eyes, "stop being so stubborn."

Clarke knows he'll want her to take it easy if she's exhausted, she can see the worry in his face. He'd probably tie her down in the dropship and find some way to make her sleep. They can't have their medic sewing people up and cutting them open if she's half asleep.

He wants her to know he respects the way she's trying to keep going because she knows she's important to the other kids. he wants to say he'd gladly take some weight off her shoulders, if he could. Down here, everyone has their own problems, but Clarke and Bellamy have to stay strong, if the others see them crumble, everything will go to hell. He likes Clarke's stubbornness to keep going.

Bellamy doesn't get a chance to say any of that because that's when the Grounder decides to leap from the trees.

Thank god they travel in groups now.

-3.

Clarke is confused.

It's the copious amounts of alcohol that's clouding her mind. That has to be it. Or maybe she's drugged? Ate some hallucinative nut?

Bellamy's staring at her expectantly.

"Pretty." Clarke giggles slightly, reaches out to touch his face. His words from before fade away and float around her mind, bouncing off the walls of her skull.

He resists the urge to close his eyes in content as she brushes his curls away from his face with her hand. "Did you hear what I said?"

"I did," she sits down on his makeshift bed.

He'd invited her into his tent, said he wanted to talk to her. He just hadn't factored in a drunken Clarke.

It was then that she completely conks out, just falls on her back onto his bed.

Bellamy sighs in exasperation.

-4.

"You've certainly got a flair for dramatics, big brother." Octavia swings her legs back and forth as she rests on a box in the dropship.

"What?"

"You're trying to say these big speeches about how she's a great leader and you admire these traits of hers-"

"Oh god."

"What?" She echoes him.

"I admire her."

"Yes…we've covered that…"

"I think I like her," his eyes are wide now, his mouth comically open in disbelief.

She snorts. "Flair for dramatics I say."

"Shut up, O." Bellamy says without heat. "This whole time I thought I just-"

"Don't you see?" Octavia slips off the box. "You still respect and admire all those things about her, but you also respect and admire her."

"What do I do?"

"You can tell her."

He scoffs.

"What? Down here on Earth, we don't have the luxury of waiting. Any day, she could die." Octavia ignores his glare. "Grounders, some disease, or something environmental. You could die. Imagine dying, knowing you never told her how you felt."

"I'll be right back," he abruptly marches out of the dropship, pretending to not hear Octavia yelling, "good luck!"

"Clarke!" He calls, turning around in a tight circle.

"Here," she peeks out of their shared tent.

What? There was space issues, and as co-leaders it was only logical they share a tent.

"Can I talk to you?"

"Yeah sure," she holds open the flap to the tent and he ducks inside. Clarke hops onto their bed.

What? There wasn't enough materials for another one after the last storm.

"I just wanted to say-" Bellamy freezes. He doesn't know what to say. "Uh…"

She finds it adorable the way his face flushes red and he pouts a bit, trying to think of what to say. Clarke thinks she knows, has always known, what he's going to say just by reading his expression. But she doesn't want to assume.

He finally thinks of how he'll say it and-

"Clarke!"

And that's when Finn falls through the tent, an arrow sticking out of his thigh.

-5.

Bellamy's aware he's been murmuring nonsense at her in a weak attempt to have her respond. He doesn't like how pale her face is or how still her body is.

"Clarke," he hisses, not wanting any enemies around to hear. These days the Grounders are allies, but there are some that believe the alliance is the stupidest thing their Commander has ever agreed to.

She moans quietly, and Bellamy has to stop himself from crying in happiness that she's still alive.

"Wha…" she stares at her bloody leg, not comprehending.

"An old Grounder trap that wasn't deactivated." He explains, trying to pick her up. "God, you're heavy."

"Hey," if she had had anymore energy, Clarke would have most likely slapped his arm.

"We're only a couple minutes from the dropship," he starts walking towards it, conscious of every time she jostles in his arms.

"Wait," she coughs."We haven't gone there in months, is it safe?"

"Safer than here."

It isn't until they're safe inside the ship and she's coached him through binding up her leg that they relax.

"I'll get you some water," he gives her a reassuring smile because god, he really wants to tell her that she's strong and he can't believe she didn't cry out as he did a pretty shitty job of stitching up her leg.

Just as Bellamy is out of the ship, he hears a quiet, "I heard you, you know."

He stops, "heard what?"

She observes his expression and body language, he's clueless. He really doesn't know. Clarke chalks it up to him being out of his mind with worry he probably didn't even hear himself talking. Besides the cluelessness, she sees something else in the way he waits for her to speak.

"It's nothing." She shakes her head.

+1.

"You said you needed to talk?" Clarke limps into their tent. He feels a spark of guilt, he had forgotten her leg still hurt.

"Uh, yeah." He paces around, not meeting her eyes.

"What is it? Anyone hurt?"

"No…" He keeps walking around in a circle, it's almost funny.

Her eyes flash, he's wasting her time if he doesn't stop beating around the bush. "Spit it out, Bellamy."

"I saw your face," he refers back to when they were in the dropship. "When you said 'it's nothing'. It wasn't nothing though."

Clarke hates that he knows, she must have let her thoughts seep into her expression.

"You told me you couldn't lose me." She confesses. "I wasn't sure I heard since I wasn't really conscious, but then I saw the way you were looking at me."

He froze. "You told me that too."

"But you said you couldn't lose me." Clarke emphasizes. His voice had been soft and when he had called her 'princess' it had cracked. She told him she couldn't lose him and it was the truth. But when Bellamy had, it sounded bigger than the truth. It sounded like a secret, one he had guarded for ages. As if there was more than "I can't lose you," there was so much more.

She only has time to register the look on his face before he's right in front of her. He waits, searching for a sign that she doesn't want this, but she smiles slightly and nods.

For once, nothing interrupts them as Bellamy finally lets her know everything he'd been trying to say.

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