I don't own anything concerning the 100. Just the Ideas. I watched all four episodes of The 100 two days ago, and I am shipping Bellarke hard. This might be slightly OC but i hope you guys like it!

Dusk met Clarke sitting on log out by the river, thinking through all that had happened through the last month. She was sent to earth, made enemies, found out her mother was the one who got her father executed, lost her best friend and came to the realization that she was Finn's rebound. She wanted to cry, to let go of all the feelings she was keeping inside, but she couldn't do it in front of the others. Here, was they only place where she could truly be herself. The sound of the flowing water never ceased to bring her solace. For the last two weeks that's what she did every afternoon; she went down by the river, a place where no one could find her. Well, no one but Bellamy.

"So this is where you disappear to everyday?" he asked. Clarke turned around to see him leaning against a tree with his arms folded.

"What are you doing here Bellamy?" she asked.

"I followed you out here," he responded. He walked up to her and sat down beside her.

"You can't kill me so you resort to stalking me now?" she asked again.

"Say what you will Princess. But I'm not stalking you. I just followed you to see if you were all right. Are you – all right?" The question shocked her causing her to look him in the face, making her realize just how close they were. His eyes carrying the same kind of emotions she saw every time from the day Atom died but she chose not to read into it. He was still a threat to her.

She looked back out to the water and replied, "To be honest, I don't know if I would ever be alright. Ever since I was a child, I've dreamt of coming to earth, feeling it beneath my feet, actually feeling the sunlight. I dreamt of finally being here with my family and enjoy what it felt like to be free. Now – I've lost the ones that I cared most about and no matter how free I am now those dreams may never come through." Clarke allowed the tears to flow down her facing knowing that Bellamy was sitting right next her watching her break down into the emotional wreck she was inside. What she didn't know is that he was felt the same way. He had to admit to himself that he did some pretty horrible things. But the freedom he got by coming to earth didn't satisfy him the way he thought it would.

"I come out here every evening, because it's the only thing giving me some hope and peace. It's the only place I thought no one would look." She looked back to face him and this time she truly looked him in the eyes, wanting to understand the person sitting in front her and not the rebel who taunted her for wanting rules, order and peace.

"You shouldn't be out here by yourself," he said in a toned tainted with nothing but concern, "you should find somewhere closer to the camp."

"And miss out on this," she responded. She took up a rock from on the ground and threw it into the want. Bellamy's gaze followed the rock as it plunged towards the water and awed by the magnificent sight that was in front of him. The water began to glow a bright blue. When he looked up at the trees on the other side of the river, the barks where all surrounded by glowing purple butterflies. Never had he seen anything so beautiful. He then turned back to Clarke. She was taking in the scenery with a bright smile on her face. "It's beautiful isn't it?" she asked.

He looked at her. Really looked at her and responded, "Yes."

Clarke turned to him with the same smile she had on for last couple of minutes and like a fever, that gleefulness that Clarke had spread to him causing him to slowly curve his lips into a smile.

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Later, when they were walking back to the camp together, they couldn't help but noticed the eased tension between them. They shared a few heated glances at one another; their hand often brushed against one another until Bellamy took it upon himself to lace his fingers through hers and stopped her in her tracks, "Clarke," he called her name in a low tone of voice. She turned around to look at him and he reeled him in closer. Before she could say anything his hand reached up to her face and cupped it. They both looked at each other and before Clarke knew it, his lips gently crashed onto hers. Her mind told her that she should be doing this but somewhere deep inside her made her respond to this action. Her hand hands wrapped around his neck pulling him in closer and he responded by placing both his hands on her hips to reduce the distance between them. Bits of her skin that was once hidden by her t-shirt, was now exposed to the tender touch of his hands. But the moment that felt like it was going on for hours, ended only after seconds. Clarke broke the kiss but she didn't step away, and neither did he. Bellamy rested his forehead on hers and whispered, "We didn't get of on the right foot and I'm not going to change my opinions. But I am willing to be there for you – always."

She looked into he eyes and realized that his words were genuine. She kissed him again – less heatedly – and then told him, "The others are probably looking for us. We should get beck to the camp." Together, both hand in hand, to walked towards the sites were they'd have to put on back the masks of the two people who everyone depended on. Two people who have to pretend that what just happened - didn't. For now at least.

Please R&R. It may be multi chapter one shots.