She Didn't Mean It, Not Really

A 100 One Shot

Bellamy/Boo

She hadn't meant to do it, hadn't meant for it to happen and yet it did and she felt awful, kind of. It was his own fault really, one minute she thought she was alone walking the next she was startled from behind and just reacted. She blamed his need to teacher her to fight, she blamed him for reminding her to be more aware of her surroundings, she also blamed him for his insistence that she always carry a weapon, which she did. Sure it was a thick branch that weigh almost as much as she did but it was her weapon of choice. Her thought was to at least disable her would be attacker long enough to get away. Instead it worked much better than she had anticipated.

When the expression was coined, the bigger they are the harder the fall they probably didn't have this in mind. But boy did she hit hard and he sure fell just as hard. When she swung and hit she didn't even register who it was until he was on the ground, unconscious in front of her.

"Oh shit!" Was her first thought followed by "Are you kidding me?!" She first looked around seeing no one else in the area and then she looked up at the sky sending up a short prayer. She sighed and looked down again toeing him with her foot. "Bellamy?" She whisper shouted. She really didn't want to draw attention. She knew that this was something she was never going to live it down. He still didn't move so she tried again. "Hey Blake, you dead?" She truly hoped he wasn't seeing as he was her only friend. She went to push at him again and jumped back slightly as he shifted and groaned. She bent down and put her hand on his shoulder. "Hey there, you okay?" She asked only to winch as she saw the damage she had caused.

"What in the hell did you hit me with?" He grumbled as he looked at her with a slight glare through the already swollen eye that was nearly shut. A large bruise was forming in his temple and a cut was just above his eye. She suddenly felt guilty, but didn't want to show it. Feeling the large stick still in her hand she tossed it behind her and tried to look innocent.

"Me?! Now why would I hit you with anything?" She asked holding up her now empty hands. "Honestly Blake you should really watch where you're walking. You ran right into that tree. I've never seen anything like it. You just walked right into it, head on. Knocked yourself out and everything. It's a good thing I found you when I did. What if it was a grounder who found you? What then? You really should be more careful?"

"Hmm." He said responding to her obvious lie. "And why don't I believe that for a second?" He asked as he still sat on the ground giving her a look she couldn't identify. She couldn't tell if he was angry, or just pulling her leg.

"Are you saying that you don't believe me? I'm hurt, really." She tried to look upset, he didn't buy it.

"I'm saying I don't believe I ran into a tree without it having some sort of help. You haven't said that many words in a sentence, ever. That tells me you are guilty of something. So tell me what the hell did you hit me with?" She glanced down and away not wanting to meet his gaze.

"I think you hit your head a little too much there friend. You're starting to make some very unrealistic accusations toward the one person who might be your best friend." She smiled at him innocently.

"Oh please, you are hardly that innocent." He protested as he went to stand up only to sway slightly and promptly sat back down again.

"Hey there big guy, you may want to take it easy. You might have a concussion." He glared up at her with a one eyed glare, considering the other was completely swollen shut at this point, through the thick curls that hung in his eyes.

"I might have a concussion?" He asked sarcastically. Okay now she felt really guilty.

"Okay, look I didn't mean it, not really? But it's your own fault really." She had taken out a cloth and had started to clean away some of the blood from the cut. Surprisingly he was letting her, a sudden look of amusement dancing in his eyes, well eye.

"Didn't mean it? Not really? And how is it my fault exactly?"

"Well, you snuck up on me." She was so intent on his head she missed his smile.

"So you decide to beam me with a big tree limb?"

"It wasn't that big and you are the one who told me to always carry a weapon." He was doing a great job at working on her guilt and he was going to get everything he could out of it.

"Yes, a weapon not a damn tree. That thing is as big as you are." She looked up at him, red in the face only to see his teasing smile. She narrowed her eyes when she caught on to what he was doing. She pushed him away and stood up only to be tugged back when he grabbed her arm.

"You are such an ass Blake! Take two aspirin and walk it off." He pulled her down causing her to fall into her lap. I

"How about you kiss the boo-boo away, my Boo." He laughed at her when she smacked his arm.

"You're such a big baby." She said dramatically with a roll of her eyes.

"Which is it? I'm a big baby or an ass? "

"You're both." She took his face in her hands and gently laid a kiss on the wound she had caused. She then looked him in the eye once more, regret written all over her face. "I really am sorry." She brushed his hair to the side trying to get a better look at the bruise. He was defiantly going to be sporting a black eye for a while. He then surprised her with his response.

"Why? I'm not. At least I know now that you can defiantly defend yourself. I taught you well." He smirked at her already anticipating her reaction. She slapped him lightly on the chest to push herself off his lap but he held her tight.

"You taught me well!? Does your ego have no bounds? Need I to remind you who knocked you on your ass the last time you tried to teach me." She said with added air quotes.

"The only thing I remember about that was how it ended."

"How it...what do you mean?" She never got to finish her sentence because he pulled her closer and found her lips. Giving her a long and breath taking kiss. Needless to say she was grateful she was sitting. When she pulled away eyes still closed she breathlessly gave an answer.

"Oh, that ending." He laughed and she opened her eyes again. "You should really let Clarke look at your head."

"I already have all the medicine I need." He added with a goofy grin on his face.

"You really are all kinds of corny aren't you?" She asked dodging his advances causing him to kiss her neck instead. He mumbled a response only for her to continue. "So what are you going to tell everyone when they see that eye?" She was kind of worried.

"Just like you said, I walked right into a tree and never saw it coming. A small, sassy fire cracker of a tree."

"Really?!" She pulled away looking at him with a disbelieving look.

"Well I sure as hell l am not telling everyone my pint sized girls friend gave it to me. I have a reputation."

"Blake you really are..." She didn't get to finish because he kissed her again taking her breath away.

"You were saying?" He asked taking in her frustrated look.

"Never said I was your girlfriend." She said as she stood up from his embrace. He looked up at her squinting again as it seemed as if she was going to walk away.

"You leaving me here Lil Boo?" He asked but she turned around and grabbed his hand pulling him to his feet. He wobbled slightly but it wasn't as bad as before. She steadied him.

"I wouldn't want that grounder who attacked you to come back and finish the job."

"So it's a grounder now? We changing our story?" He grinned down at her as she wrapped her arm around him leading him back to camp.

"I mean, come on? Who is going to believe that you were taken down by a tree? A grounder is much more macho. We need to keep that ego of yours intact."

When they finally did make it back and Clarke did fuss as they knew she would they both answered at the same time.

"Grounder." She said where he said

"A tree." They looked at each other with matching grins. Clarke gave them both a frown and crossed her arms.

"So which is it? A tree or a grounder?" They both answered again at the same time.

"Tree. " she answered while he answered.

"Grounder." They both started laughing as Clarke finished putting a bandage on his cut and shook her head.

"You two were made for each other." Bellamy gave a big smile.

"I know." He answered but Boo just rolled her eyes and went to leave the med tent and he chuckled but called out. "Where you off too Boo?" She turned to glace over her shoulder sharing a wicked grin.

"To find your sister. This is way too good to keep. The great Bellamy Blake being taken out by a grounder the size of a tree. We have to keep that reputation of yours in one piece after all." She winked and left, Bellamy watching her retreat and Clarke shaking off the confusion.

"So..." She started to say.

"Yeah." They both knew what those two loaded words meant. That Bellamy Blake was head over heels in love with the girl that took out a man half her size. She had literally knocked him on his ass, both literally and figuratively.

A/N So this was fun and very much needed. This is dedicated to my very dear friend

Resisting-Moonlight who not only gave me the idea for this story but is also one of my constant and biggest fans. Thanks is never enough!