AN: So I blasted this out over two nights because of the fact that I'm totally feeling guilty about forgetting about my Stydia story because I was completely and utterly consumed by my first ever university essay and its looming deadline lol. So this isn't the same fandom but it's the mood I was in so deal... Here is a ridiculously rushed Bellarke. Gotta love it.
And side note...you know what's awesome? When you type 'Bellarke' into Word, one of the autocorrect options is 'Blake'! Ha! Even Microsoft knows where it's at because The 100 is just that good.
#Bellarke
Super rushed. Writing's shit. I haven't even spellchecked. Enjoy lol.
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Chapter One
"Hey, Blake! I'm in serious need of a desperado...are you up for it?" She smiled, calling across camp.
When emerging from the med-bay, Clarke spied Bellamy helping a horde of the stronger members of the 100 stack the newly cut timbers intended for the plans to build the warmer winter cabins...they'd been on Earth for nearly 18 months now and the previous winter had been a killer...literally. The frost had not been their friend and pneumonia was a serious problem.
"We're all criminals down here Princess!" He grinned, yelling back. "You need a gunner?" He questioned when Clarke came to a halt in front of him and Miller just as they were placing down another beam.
"Yes...I do."
Bellamy stopped what he was doing to face Clarke, her hands rested on her hips, as clean as a medic's could be with little soap they had and Bellamy couldn't help but noticed she'd lost weight. He'd make a note to remind her to eat more, especially now that winter was on its way.
"Why?" Bellamy asked as he pulled his sweaty t-shirt away from where it clung to him so that he could use it to wipe the perspiration away from his forehead, his chest: heaving from a long day's work. He was exhausted, Clarke could tell but she also couldn't help but appreciate how handsome he was. It had taken a long time for them to build up there tentative friendship but now it was there, the co-leaders' relationship was as solid as ever...and they knew it.
"I'm running low on Aloe."
"You're running low on ammo?" He misheard.
"ALOE...as in Vera." Clarke smiled, so did Bellamy.
"Ah yeah, that makes more sense."
"So yeah, I was thinking I'd head up to the water reservoir...Monty mentioned that's where the good stuff is most likely to be...it works well as soap, which we're running out of but also I'm thinking, last winter we had a multitude of cold sores and it's good for soothing burns...that includes frostbite. See where I'm going with this?" Bellamy nodded, wiping his grubby and blistered hands along the front of his pants. "Better safe than sorry you know...it's like I can feel the snow coming. Does that sound weird?"
"No, the air smells cleaner almost...I know what you mean. I can feel it...which is also why we should get a move on with the cabins. I need to stay here and make sure construction keeps moving forward. Can't Jasper or Finn go?"
"I know but I'm sure Miller is more than capable of keeping everyone in line while we're gone and you know Finn's been pissing me off more than usual lately...ever since Murphy knocked up Raven, he's been trying to get back on my good side...ugh...just never mind. The guy's a douche." She huffed. "Anyway, you're a better shot than Finn and everyone else and to get to the reservoir we'd have to go by the Grounders' arable land and they're, understandably, super protective of it...so are you coming or what?" Clarke finished and Bellamy laughed.
"Oh my god, Bellamy, what?"
"I just love it when you slag off Spacewalker." He grinned, turning back to his work. "When are we leaving?" Clarke smiled, dimples 'n' all.
"We'll leave tomorrow morning...you need a good night's sleep before we head off, you've been lifting timber all day." Clarke began to leave but then she stopped. "And Bellamy..." He looked up at her from where he'd bent down to lift a log. "Thank you."
"You're welcome Princess." He smiled as he watched Clarke practically skip back to the med-tent.