A/N: I'm aware that within the bounds of how the official 100 show timeline sets itself up, this fanfiction in semantically impossible. But, let's assume we suspended season 1 of the 100 to take place over an undecided amount of time for the purposes of my work. There are some elements I wanted to play around with more that didn't get as much development as I'd like them to have in the series. So if you would indulge me this fantasy, please and thank you.

Clarke

It had been a long day. Two shoulders had been reset, 17 stitches sewn, and just about every other single little worry from splinters to benign moles had had me on my feet examining, diagnosing, treating, and reassuring people all day. Nearly as exhausting was the effort it took me not to break with professionalism and roll my eyes every time someone came to me about a hangnail. The moment that I stopped taking every single little issue these people have seriously would be the moment they stop coming to me about their medical problems. Then I'd have an even larger problem to deal with beyond class divisional resentment leftover from our time on the Ark.

So I made my way to my tent after dinner, fully intent on staying there for the rest of the evening and into the early morning when inevitably everything would have to start all over again. A never-ending monotonous slew of long days building walls to keep grounders at bay, hunting and scavenging for food, and the odd grave dug for a kid who'd been naturally selected as a learning experience for the rest of us. It was arduous, building a new life down here from scratch. Sometimes there would be a setback that discouraged the morale of the camp, but with what we had accomplished thus far there was immense pride felt all around that made waking up in the morning every day worth it down here it seemed.

I collapsed onto my makeshift bed, the reality of which was… pitiful. Nothing but a small threadbare blanket layered over the earthen ground and a makeshift pillow that was actually just layered clumps of moss I'd transplanted from elsewhere.

'Beggars can't be choosers,' I thought solemnly.

In all truth, I was lucky for even the meager privacy of the tent. There hadn't been much spare canvas left over from the dropship to go around, some people made do without tents by means of bunking with their friends from when they were in lockup. I had been confined to solitary during my stint in the skybox and then there was the issue of the nature of my status on the ark meant that I didn't have many friends in camp, so no bunking for me.

A small number of other camp members made do with the shortage by means of tent hopping. And by tent hopping, I don't mean it in the platonic sense. Tent hopping, I imagined, certainly offered its own perks — a connection, however fleeting that might be, and a warm body to cuddle up to for the night, likely a top selling point given there weren't enough blankets to go around. Then there were the pleasure aspects of tent hopping, the sexually cathartic nature of once institutionalized hormonal teenagers was hardly a surprise when there were 100 confined to the same square mileage with not a proper authority figure in sight to stop the couplings. Or anything else for that matter.

I lay there in my bed waiting for sleep to take hold, wondering how long it would take for the delicate balance of the 100 camp to tip in a direction that was dangerous. Tensions were still high in the camp between the unruly members still honoring Bellamys 'Whatever the hell we want' philosophy and those trying to build our society, little surprise given every single one of the 100 sent down were criminals to some degree, justified or not.

I didn't trust many members of our camp, I didn't know what they were capable of. Many of them returned my glances to them with unmasked glares and my advice with pointed silence. It felt as if I were isolated on a planet of hostiles, choosing only to live with the ones on this side of a wall because the ones on the other side scared me more.

It's a wonder how I managed to drift into an uneasy sleep at all given the situation. However, soon after I found myself bolting awake, my knife readied as my tent flap was pushed aside to allow another person entrance.

"Princess." Came Bellamy's voice in the darkness. There was no courtesy in the volume of his tone, but there was an air of strain nearly tangible in the air as he said that single word

Sitting up I reached for the flashlight hanging from the roof of my tent which served as my only illumination and turned it on. Suddenly the interior of the tent wasn't a collection of shadows, the grey of my blanket contrasted against the orange of my tent and the yellow of the dead grass on the ground "What's wrong?"

"Follow me." his voice was grim. I pulled myself to my feet and followed his shaded figure through the tent flap to the open moonlit campground.

There were still a few people by the fires at this point, aimlessly socializing, dozing off, drinking moonshine or some combination of the three. The flames gradually flickered dimmer, barely lighting the way and Bellamy in front of me.

We padded across camp towards Bellamy's tent. His accommodations were a bit larger than the rest, I'd never seen inside them before but that was about to change as we neared the entrance to the tent's flap. He held it open for me and I walked in ahead to find a small hanging flashlight barely illuminating a mess of tangled blankets and the girl who sat upon them, knees brought to her chest, looking every bit nervous.

Her brunette hair, slim figure, angular features, and sharp eyebrows gave me a sneaking suspicion that she was might perhaps be one of Bellamy's many rotating bedfellows.

Her nervousness subsided into a more hostile look as her gaze fell to me, when Bellamy entered in behind me she averted it from me to him and demanded, "Bellamy what is she doing here? I'm not down to for a party."

'Defiantly one of his tent hoppers,' I thought wearily.

What I said was more matter of fact, "That isn't what you needed me for is?" And cast him a withering look, my meaning clear

He didn't even have the decency to bother faking embarrassment, "Course not, Princess. Kat, Clarke is here for her training as a doc, and that's all."

"Oh," the girl, Kat responded meekly. She was one of the older girls by the looks of it, but there in the blankets she with her arms wrapped around herself she looked like a lost 5-year-old.

Despite the initial interaction, I switched myself 0n to the part of the doting physician, kneeling down in front of her so that she didn't feel like I was some daunting figure.

I softened my voice and asked gently, "What seems to be the concern?"

"I'm late."

The rest of what followed was merely a tacked on clarification of the obvious. An unnecessarily formality to ensure there was no miscommunication. I knew exactly what was alluded to at those two words alone. "I think I might be pregnant," She continued on quickly, "I've been having weird stomach issues for a few days now and thought it might have been just something I ate but I've been moody too. But that I assumed was because I was about to start my cycle and then when that didn't happen I just thought I was late because reasons, then I threw up and-"

"Okay, Kat, breath. Inhale four counts, then exhale four counts. Breath along with me?" She nodded and followed my lead. When I was confident she'd calmed down I resumed my inquiries, "Answer as best as you can: Can you estimate how many weeks ago the conception would have been?"

"Three, I think."

"Did you receive the IUD on the Ark?"

"No, I was too young for it before I was locked up, then when I was old enough they thought it would be a waste on someone they would eventually float."

"Does the father know?"

At this, she paused, "I'm not…actually 100% sure if Bellamy is the father or not." She looked at Bellamy who remained stoic," But I am 100% sure that 50% of the possible fathers knows at this point." She said sheepishly

"Okay, it's up to you if you want to let him know or not. But I will say this, there's no possible way that I can give you a pregnancy test in order to be sure of whether you're pregnant or not. Not that I know of at least… I will discretely inquire about alternative possible methods but I can't guarantee anything."

"I understand." She looking near tears.

"Kat," I said more soothing this time, "I will be with you through every stage of this process no matter what happens." This next part I myself didn't necessarily believe, but if Kat did and it made her feel less stressed about the situation at hand, then I was all for it, "You are not alone in this situation, there is an entire camp of damn near 100 kids out there chomping to make even more history happen. They'll be psyched when they find out they'll be the first surrogate aunts and uncles to a child on the ground in 97 years. Remember that." I wasn't too certain of my own word, regardless, I forced the confidence.

That seemed to help her cope a little bit, her brow furrowed as she mulled that information over in her mind.

There wasn't much left that I could do at the moment so I stood to take my leave, "You need to rest." I put simply, "do you have a place to stay tonight?" My tent wasn't much but at least it had privacy.

At that, Bellamy spoke up "She can bunk here tonight."

Something told me that Kat didn't relish in the idea of spending tonight in the same tent as her potential baby daddy now that everything was on the table.

Ever the optimist, I mused, 'Good thing it's not me.'

My suspicions were confirmed as I watched Kat bite her lip nervously and stand shakily, "Actually I was thinking of bunking with someone else tonight, Bellamy." She didn't wait around for him to argue as she brushed past me and through the entrance of the tent leaving the two of us to our own devices.

The inevitable stare down I had been putting off for Kat's sake snapped into place with her absence. I could feel myself boring holes into Bellamy's eyes as I struggled to get a solid read on the man standing before me. He looked haggard, but then so did the rest of us, that was the life here on the ground. Ever present weariness aside though the elder Blake was sporting an impressive poker face.

Eventually, that gave way to a cocked eyebrow and the slightest of amused looks, "Is there anything else, Princess?"

Incredulous that he could act with such nonchalance at the news that he might be a father, I opened my mouth to bark the first insult that came to mind, but quickly closed it and reassessed. Still playing the part of the physician I reasoned that vitriol wouldn't help at the moment. I tried again, tamer this time-

"I don't need to tell you that this will likely be the first in a long line of similar worries to heap themselves onto our already massive pile of worries."

"No."

"I don't need to tell you that we're going to have to triple our efforts at building this camp into a safe and sustainable society now?"

"No."

"I would hope this last one can go without saying, but I will not permit any dead beat father types within this camp, and that includes you."

For an instant, his mask slipped and I caught the barest hint of anger as it crossed his face as he responded with, "My kid, my responsibility."

"Good." Business out of the way, the next part was going to be a bit more difficult to get out and definitely not as openly received, considering Bellamy's and my checkered, short history, "How are you holding up?"

The anger dissipated, leaving a few stunned blinks and his mouth just barely gaped in surprise, which was quickly replaced by the trademark smirk again, "Why princess, I didn't know you cared that much."

Annoyed, I rolled my eyes and shot back, "I'm your doctor, consider it an occupational hazard."

"There are plenty of other kids here that need your expertise more than me, Princess, save yourself the effort." There was that feigned nonchalance again.

"You say that, but you were the one who burst into my tent and woke me up in the middle of the night."

"That was for Kat, not for me."

"Kat would have come to me on her own eventually, Bellamy." I let that hang in the air for a moment for rebuttal, but nothing came of it.

There was nothing left for me to say, "Well, unless you also need me to tweeze a splinter from your hand, I'm heading back to my tent," and I made to leave.

"I'll walk you back."

I nodded and once again we ventured into the moonlit air of the camp together.

The walk back to my tent was much different from the walk from it. The fires were smoldering embers and any remaining stragglers at this point were passed out. More than that, I could almost taste the waves of exhaustion in the days to come with this most recent crisis brewing. They might not have been my prospective children on the horizon, but as the nearest thing that counted for a doctor down here on this mudball of misery, they would be just as much my responsibility.

But those would be problems for a future Clarke to grapple with. Tonights Clarke would return to her makeshift bed and attempt a few hours of shut-eye while she could.

We reached the tent and I turned to face Bellamy, "Of all the things to worry about down here, this is going to be one of the easier ones to manage." I said, hoping to reassure, not sure if I actually believed what I was saying.

Bellamy burst out laughing, an actual, genuine, hearty laugh. Something I'd never seen him do before."That shows just how much you know about child rearing, Princess," He said when he regained the ability to speak.

"How hard could it be? Don't they just sleep?"

"Yes and then they wake up and cry because they're hungry, need to be changed, tired or its none of the above and you just have to sit there for hours and take it while pulling your hair out."

"Sounds like you're having war flashbacks, Should I be concerned about PTSD?" I joked

"Absolutely. It's all coming back to me in waves." And then he paused as his eyes bulged, "This camp would a death trap for a two-year-old, we'll need to build a small pen area to corral our supply of children until they're old enough to not accidentally shiv themselves."

"If I may interject, as the 100's resident doctor I know for a fact that even at the wise old age of 17 they likely still will not have grown out of that."

"Well then at least I'll only have to be a dad for a few years…" Bellamy muttered.

"Bellamy!" I swatted his shoulder, finding myself somewhere between offended and amused.

He just laughed, "What?"

Shaking my head, I transitioned the topic to my other reassurance, "All joking aside, I do think that you will make a good dad."

He shrugged, looking toward the ground where he had kicked at some invisible rock, "Second times the charm." He raised his head to meet my eyes and for the first time. I could easily read his expression despite the dim lighting. His face told me he wasn't as confident in his own abilities as I was.

"Take a look around you, at what we've accomplished as a camp, Bellamy. That's not because 100 minors are good at organizing and collaborating with each other. They needed help. You did that. You motivate them, inspire them and for whatever reason, they listened to you."

"You're not very good at listening to me, Princess."

"There's gotta be at least one person willing to challenge you, otherwise your ego will get too big to fit behind the walls."

"Okay, but do you have to challenge me on everything?" He asked in mock exhaustion.

"Of course not, just when you're wrong."

He cast me a look of exasperation, smiled, and shook his head. Then softly, he said, "Whatever helps you sleep at night Princess."

"Who needs sleep?" I joked and stifled a timely yawn.

"You do it would seem."

I rubbed at the bags under my eyes, "You're probably right."

"Night, Princess." He said.

"Night Bellamy."

I turned towards my tent for a second time that night to retire while Bellamy continued on in a direction that was not the way we'd come, not to my surprise. I reckoned Bellamy Blake would have many more sleepless nights following this one, although now it would likely not be because of tent hoppers.