One Hundred and One - RebellPrincess
A/N: What better way to christen this account than to upload a fic of my OTP. Thanks for reading. I'll update as often as I can.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with The 100 (except the season box set, the trilogy and a wicked cool poster of Bob)
Clarke gasped for breath. She stood, hunched over, in the woods waiting for the nausea to pass. It had been the fifth time this week where she woke up early in the morning and had to run out of camp. Thinking she had finally emptied her stomach, she inhaled deeply and took a step forward, only to be hit by another wave of nausea and vomited into the bush.
Five mornings. In a row, Clarke thought. She had seen this two times before up on the Arc. The first when she was eight and the second just before she was Confined. Both times, the two women who were sick, were floated- but not until after their child had been born. Clarke put a hand to her stomach, groaning. She couldn't possibly be pregnant. Sure, the timing with Finn had been right but it couldn't be true.
Mind reeling with possible solutions, other than being pregnant, as she headed back towards camp, she completely forgot how high alert the fence was since they caught the grounder.
"Hey! Someone's out in the forest!" A guard yelled. Clarke saw multiple figures running to get a better look.
"It's me. It's Clarke." She called out, watching a boy aim a gun at her.
She heard more yelling, but couldn't make out the words. Her mind began to spin and she could feel the very last of what remained in her stomach coming up. After several heaves, Clarke felt a hand on her shoulder. Jasper's dark eyes met hers.
He opened his mouth, probably to ask if she was okay but Clarke cut him off.
"I need to talk to Finn." She told him.
His eyebrows narrowed slightly. "Finn's not awake right now, I was just there with Raven. What's wrong? Why were you out here alone?"
Clarke shook her head, not wanting to make her news public until she was absolutely certain. "I was just feeling sick. Don't worry about me." Jasper lead her back inside the camp, where she was greeted by an angered Bellamy.
"What the hell were you doing out there?"
"I wasn't feeling well. I needed to-" Clarke responded.
"That's not an excuse. We have a grounder in the dropship and probably a dozen more waiting for us out there." Bellamy continued to shout.
Clarke suddenly felt overwhelmed. "I need to talk to you." Her eyes darted to Jasper, who was still beside her. "Alone."
Seeing Bellamy's bewildered expression, she added "It's really important, Bellamy."
His jaw clenched and he stared at her, then walked past her into a tent. "Get out." Clarke heard him say and watched two teenagers scrambled out into the camp. "Thanks." She gave a sideways glance towards Jasper and followed Bellamy into the tent.
"This better be important. Not all of us have time to spare wandering the forest like you do, Princess." Bellamy shut the tent flaps when she entered.
"I told you, I was sick. I didn't think throwing up in the camp would be much help to anyone." Clarke retorted.
Bellamy shot her a look. "Get on with it then. I need to be up watching the grounder."
Clarke cut to the chase. "I've been sick the past five mornings and-"
"So? Everyone's gotten sick since we arrived. You're not immune, Clarke."
"Not like this, Bellamy. It's been every morning around the same time." Clarke took a deep breath. "I've only seen this type of sickness a few times before on the Arc."
He wasn't getting it. "Look, if there's some sort of lady issue going on with you right now, I don't really need to know about it." He said evenly, moving towards the tent entrance.
"Bellamy, I think I might be pregnant."
Bellamy's muscles tensed for a second, but relaxed as he turned to face Clarke, smirking. "Well, well. Looks like our Princess isn't as virtuous as she makes herself out to be."
I'll update soon. Chapter two is already in the works. Please R&R! Don't be afraid to correct me on plot detail, characterishness (it's a word, I swear) and all that stuff.
Thanks! xx