Ok, so Part I of the Season 2 finale was suspenseful, full of action and intense - in short, it had everything I love about the 100... but everything on the show is always so serious, I had to write a bit of fluffy Bellarke head-canon in order to placate myself.
Takes place mid Season 1:
"I still say that we should scout out that bunker again – if there is even the slightest chance that there's more guns or ammo out there, it's worth the risk."
Bellamy punctuated these words by crossing his muscular arms firmly across his chest, as though his would be the last word. His stance was so typical Bellamy that Clarke almost wanted to roll her eyes at him. Instead, she countered,
"No, actually, it's not. First of all, we already checked the place out together, and secondly, we can't spare the people. We need every single person helping to prepare provisions for winter. If it comes and we're not ready – "
"Look, there may not even be a winter, alright! Who knows what the Earth's weather patterns are like now? But there are Grounders, and they are pissed at us. Really pissed. We're sending that search party."
Again with that 'final word' tone! Clarke had to struggle to keep from shouting when she replied, "No, we're not."
"Yes we are."
"No, we're not."
A hint of a smirk toyed at the edges of Bellamy's mouth, "Yes, actually, we are."
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Ugh!" Clarke couldn't prevent her groan of frustration, "Cut it out, Bell!"
Bellamy blinked, then frowned slightly – and it didn't take long for Clarke to realize why.
She had never called him 'Bell' before. Come to think of it, she'd never heard anyone but his sister use the nickname… Was it off limits to anyone but Octavia? Probably. Nicknames were so... intimate, and Bellamy wasn't really the type to allow just anyone the privilege of getting close to him. Clarke understood why too: he wasn't the type to do things by halves. If Bellamy Blake actually cared about you, then he cared enough to lay down his life for you. And she and him were certainly not there yet…
Yet?
Was she planning on getting there?
Feeling agitated now, Clarke didn't understand what had compelled her to say his stupid nickname in the first place. Sure, she trusted Bellamy– much more so in recent weeks than before, but it wasn't as though she was growing fond of him. Certainly not enough that she needed to call him by a pet name, anyway. Besides, the name itself was just so…
Well, to be honest, Clarke liked it. It was softer than 'Bellamy', which, let's face it, sounded like some kind of wholesome lunch meat, or a branch of science, or a fearsome historical dictator. Besides, it had three syllables: three! Why should no one but Octavia be allowed to shorten it to something sensible?
The name Bell, on the other hand, sounded… well, like a boy. Good ol' Bell, who you wanted on your team, who your best friend had a crush on, who had the most beautiful dark eyes…
What? Where did that come from?
The fact that it was true was entirely besides the point.
Finally, Clarke's long supressed voice of reason broke through: She shouldn't have used the name. It was something private, sacred, and most importantly, not hers. Whatever fragile threads of friendship had begun forming between the two of them were likely severed now. That little frown of disapproval on Bellamy's face said it all: a mix of surprise, disgust and disapproval, and Clarke was almost taken aback by how much it hurt. Since when had she begun to care so much?
Clarke's barrage of thoughts was inevitably stopped by Bellamy himself, who cleared his throat, "Er, Clarke?"
"What?" Clarke asked, her own voice soft, and slightly hurt.
Bellamy approached her, still frowning. They had been standing close before, but now they were only inches apart: if she wanted to, she could have counted his adorable freckles. This was it; he was going to tell her off. Tell her that there weren't good enough friends for her to use his stupid, ridiculous, instrument-of-a nickname, and –
"You've, uh, got a spider in your hair."
"Huh?"
He reached up, and brushed something off of her shoulder with a big hand. His frown disappeared. "There, it's gone. Sorry, you just can't be too careful with these Earth bugs – who knows what kind of radioactivity they've been exposed to. Hey, have you ever heard of Spiderman?"
Clarke, still feeling somewhat breathless from the proximity, shook her head, "… uh, no?"
Bellamy laughed, "Of course you haven't. Well, it was fun arguing with you, Princess, but I've actually got a hunting party to organize. We'll continue this later."
Too frazzled to argue, Clarke could only watch as he gave her a mock salute and exited the tent, leaving her to feel completely and utterly ridiculous. Had she really just had a minor mental breakdown because she had accidentally used the guy's nickname? With a tiny shudder, Clarke realized that this could only mean one thing: for better or worse, and for god only knew what reason - she actually had feelings for Bellamy Blake.
"Oh, Bell..."
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it =]