I just love writing Bellarke drabbles! :) I'm thinking of starting a full length story about the 100 and could use some suggestions, such as whether it should be an OC story and when it should be set! PM suggestions are definitely welcome. Everyone have a safe and lovely Thanksgiving! :D
Clarke had always been an early riser, even as a child. On the Ark, it was impossible to tell what time it was unless you looked at the clock. But here on Earth, Clarke arose with the sun, sometimes even before it.
It was brighter than normal when Clarke awoke, not to mention absolutely frigid. The winter months had been approaching fast now and the remaining 100 had taken to sharing tents to share body heat and prevent frostbite and hypothermia in the dead of the night. But none of them were prepared for the bright white wonderland that greeted them that particular morning.
Clarke wrapped her arms around herself, wishing she hadn't passed off the several furs offered to her, choosing to give them to the younger children and the people with no body fat. Not that Clarke had an inordinate amount of body fat herself, but some of the girls here were thin as rails.
Pushing her tent flap open, Clarke gazed in awe around her. The entire camp and beyond was covered with white powder, resting peacefully atop the tents and the drop ship. It had to be a few inches at least. Clarke shielded her eyes against the brightness, smiling as two of the kids ran by throwing the powder at each other.
"Snow's pretty great, huh?" A voice sounded beside her. Clarke turned to see Octavia standing next to her, a huge smile on her tanned face. "My brother is looking for you. He's in the drop ship." Clarke nodded her thanks and trudged towards the drop ship, ignoring the sting of the cold air on her face.
When she entered the drop ship, Bellamy was leaning over a boy who looked no older than fourteen. At her entrance, he glanced up, gnawing on his lip.
"I found him in his tent like this. He won't wake up." Clarke moved towards the boy as Bellamy stepped out of the way. She leaned down, listening for a breath. There was none. She placed her fingers against his neck, feeling his pulse move sluggishly under her fingers before coming to a halt. She glanced up at Bellamy and silently shook her head. "He wasn't sharing with anyone. God dammit." He turned away, rubbing a bright red hand down his cold face. "We're not prepared for this, Clarke." He turned back around to stare at her in the eyes. Before she could answer, however, his eyes narrowed. "Is that the only jacket you've got?" She hadn't even noticed that she was only wearing a thin T-shirt and the jacket she'd come down here with. "Dammit Clarke, we can't survive without you. You need to take better care of yourself." With a flourish, Bellamy had shed his outer coat, revealing another underneath it, and dropped it over her shoulders. It was warm already and smelled like Bellamy, a mix of dirt and the forest and his own unique scent. Clarke almost inhaled before halting herself. What had gotten into her?!
"We can't bury this body. The ground's frozen." Clarke murmured, slipping her arms through the sleeves. She wondered how Bellamy had gotten the other jacket he was wearing. The one he'd given her was the first one he'd had when they launched. She figured the other must be Atom's or something. "We're just going to have to put it in the snow and preserve it until the ground thaws enough." Bellamy shuddered at the thought, but nodded, knowing it was the only logical explanation.
"Fine. If you can help it, don't leave the drop ship. I don't need you getting sick." Bellamy snapped before leaving her alone. A few seconds later, Miller and another boy appeared to take the body. Clarke greeted them softly and watched them carry the lifeless form out of the drop ship.
"If you can help it don't leave the drop ship." Clarke mocked in an immature tone, sticking her tongue out at nothing. "He can't tell me what to do." She mutter to herself, letting her pride get the best of her. "Besides, we need more seaweed." Before she was even halfway through the camp, Bellamy was standing in front of her, arms crossed.
"And where exactly are you going?" He snapped, glaring down at her with angry brown eyes. "If I remember correctly, I told you to stay put." He reminded her. "Seriously, Princess, I can't keep you safe if you won't even listen to me. Do yourself a favor and just stay in the drop ship. Please." Clarke rolled her eyes, but turned on her heel and stormed towards the drop ship. Besides, the lake was more than likely frozen anyway.
When night fell and Clarke retired to her tent, she immediately crawled under the furs she'd gathered and bunched herself into a small ball. As the sun had set, the air had become biting cold and the 100 had hurried to their community tents to become warm. Clarke wished she were mashed in between several other warm bodies, instead of alone, but there was no more room in any of the tents.
Her tent flap suddenly pulled open and Bellamy's broad shoulders were taking up the entirety of the canopy. He frowned before jerking his head over his shoulder and leaving the tent. Clarke reluctantly pulled her boots back on and followed, pulling his jacket tighter around her slim shoulders.
She followed Bellamy into his tent, where he threw off his boots and fell back onto the makeshift mattress.
"You just gonna stand there? Come on." He patted the mattress next to him. Clarke flushed and took a step back, immediately shaking her head.
"W-what do you mean? I'm not going to sleep with you, Bellamy!" She almost shrieked, looking down. Her hands were shaking, but she wasn't sure it was from the frigid air, which had numbed her entire face and all of her digits. Bellamy rolled his eyes.
"That's not what I want anyway, Princess." He snapped. "You're going to die if you try to sleep in your tent alone, and I'm not going to let that happen." Clarke flushed at the soft tone he'd taken towards the end of his sentence. "You're our only doctor." He tacked onto the end of his sentence, looking away. "Your face is almost void of all color. Get over here." Without hesitation, Clarke kicked her shoes off and crawled into Bellamy's bed. As he settled his furs over the two of them, she became aware of the icy stinging in her face. Her body trembled with shivers minutely and Bellamy sighed through his nose before throwing his arms around her and pulling her close. Her cold face pressed into his neck and he winced slightly. She really was freezing.
"I'm cold." She murmured softly against his neck, her fingers slipping under his shirt to search for the warmth his body emitted. He shivered, but he wasn't entirely sure it was from her cold digits.
"I can see that, Princess." He breathed against her frozen hair, tucking her head under his chin and rubbing her back to warm her up. "Get some sleep." Clarke nodded and started to drift off. When she was on the cusp of sleep, she was almost sure she felt soft lips brush her forehead. Well...maybe it was just a dream.