Raining Stars

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A/N-this is set early in season 1 of The 100. This story was inspired by an incredible one-shot written by Scifiromance called Atonement. Please check it out if you haven't already!

Prologue

Bellamy looked up at the sky. His eyes roamed the heavens as he tried to pick out the Ark. Of course he couldn't see it. His weak vision would never be able to capture any images of his old home. Home? A bitter smile crossed his full lips as he referenced the Ark as home. Had it ever really been that? It was definitely a place he had resided for the better part of his life; his sister, Octavia, had been born there, and his mother had died there. His smile disappeared to be replaced with a deep frown when he thought of his mother, and her treatment at the hands of the people who were supposed to be her friends and colleagues. She had been accused of committing the ultimate crime. She had dared to give birth to another child. The Ark had a one child only policy. With the air and other vital systems running low, everyone aboard had been forced to agree to this premise; punishment meant death. After hiding Octavia for years within their own tiny compartment, it had been Bellamy's rash decision to allow his young sister to experience the semblance of a life which caused everything to come crashing down around them. Just for a brief hour he had wanted her to cross the threshold of their quarters, and step out amongst the other young people of the Ark. She had been hidden all her life, and this one time he had risked everything to give Octavia that one present she had been denied her whole life. It had been this fateful decision that had cost their mother's life, and Octavia's imprisonment.

He was pulled out of his bitter thoughts when he heard someone come up beside him. He glanced to the side to see the shiny blonde hair and determined face of Clarke Griffin as she stood with her own eyes trained to the stars above them. "You look as if you want to kill someone." She said wryly.

"Perhaps I do." Bellamy muttered. He looked up above him again at the cloudless sky. The moon was a large round disc in a sea of twinkling diamonds. This analogy made him laugh a little. His mother used to tell stories about the old man in the moon and his hundreds of children, the stars, who were scattered across the sky. She had a huge fund of stories and it had been one of the rare good memories he had of her.

"My father taught me all their names." Clarke's voice broke through his thoughts again. He sighed irritably and gave her his full attention. She didn't turn to face him, she continued to stare up above and began to point out the different constellations, reeling off their names.

Bellamy listened despite himself. Clarke's face was glowing as she told him the history behind the bizarre names of some of the stars. She smiled wistfully, as if she too was becoming lost in the past. Bellamy pictured her sitting on her father's knee when she was a little girl; skinny with her long blonde locks tied back in a loose ponytail. He could see the animated expression on her face as she listened in awe to the man she revered above all others. Bellamy knew that losing her father had been one of the most devastating experiences of Clarke's life. She still wore his watch, the only memento she had of him. Jake Griffin had been floated just like Bellamy's own mother. For a brief moment he felt a rare kinship with her.

"Do you think they think about us stranded down here?" She mused.

"Only for their own selfish purposes." Bellamy couldn't keep the sarcasm out of his voice.

His tone made Clarke study him a little closer. "I hate to think of it like that. But..." She paused for a second as she held her arm in front of her and stared at the bracelet adorning her left wrist. It was a communication device sending vital signs up to the Ark above. It was their way of keeping an eye on the delinquents to check on how they were surviving on the Earth. She felt Bellamy's eyes on her as he stared at the wristband he had cut off as soon as they had landed. "You said you would cut off my arm if necessary to get this thing off." She didn't sound accusing, only matter of fact.

Bellamy couldn't stop the smirk crossing his face. "Don't tempt me."

Clarke dropped her hand back to her side and rolled her eyes. "You could have saved yourself a whole lot of bother and just dropped me when I fell that day." She said mockingly.

"Don't think I haven't dreamed about it, princess." Bellamy matched her tone, making Clarke laugh. She looked pretty when she wasn't trying to nag him to death, he thought briefly, then chided himself for even thinking it. She was Clarke Griffin, a big pain in his ass.

"You are a complete ass, Bellamy Blake." Clarke said aloud, almost echoing his own thoughts about her.

"Is there a reason you decided to come and ruin my peace, princess?" Bellamy began to follow her as she walked away from him a little.

Clarke looked down at her wristband again. "Yeah." She hesitated and swallowed thickly, glancing up at the sky before holding out her arm to him. "I want you to cut the thing off."

"What?" Bellamy was astonished. She had made such a huge fuss about keeping the thing because it transmitted vital information back to the Ark. He couldn't understand the sudden change of heart. And why come to him? They had been doing nothing but butting heads ever since the drop ship landed. She was on his case about absolutely everything, she was a thorn in his side, she was...she was Clarke Griffin, that was what she was. The princess, who underneath her sweet and pretty exterior, hid a much deeper and complex personality. She was strong, not weak, as he had first thought. The way she had dealt with Atom when he couldn't. Bellamy hung his head a little when he thought about his dead friend. She had given Atom a merciful end. "Why don't you get Finn or one of the others to do it?" He finally asked.

"Finn..." Clarke bit down on her bottom lip as she stared over toward the drop ship. Finn was deep in conversation with some of the other delinquents, no doubt spreading his daily message of peace and unity. Clarke couldn't explain why Finn's presence had annoyed her for most of the day. He had been her rock since they had landed. She had lost Wells, and Finn had replaced him, in a way. Although he was pushing to be much more than a friend. "I can't explain why." She paused again and sighed as if she was annoyed that she couldn't find the right words to explain herself. "Will you do it or not?"

Bellamy stared into her vivid blue eyes and wished he hadn't. How did she do that with one look? How did she manage to get under his skin and make him do the opposite of what he intended? He had seen her do it to others, and had vowed she wouldn't get away with that with him. But here he was bowing to her whims, and not for the first time. Bellamy had to admit a grudging respect for Clarke Griffin. "Your wish is my command." He stated in a jeering tone.

"Get on with it, Bellamy." Clarke smiled wryly at his lame attempt at humour as she held out her arm toward him.

"This could hurt a little." Bellamy warned as he pulled out a knife to dig under the cool metal to jack it open.

"It can't hurt worse than what we've all lost already." Clarke replied meaningfully.

Bellamy saw the shiny sheen of tears in her eyes, although she didn't let them fall. Instead of making a smart remark he just nodded and dug in the knife.

Clarke watched as Bellamy threw the metal bracelet onto the fire. She pictured her mother's face when Abby saw the monitor turn fuzzy as her vital signs disappeared off the radar. She tried to feel a little guilt about how this would affect her only remaining parent, but she couldn't. She just felt numb inside. Abigail Griffin was responsible for her own husbands death. It had been her betrayal which had resulted in Jake Griffin being floated, and not only that, she had allowed Wells to take the blame. Clarke felt a bitter taste in her mouth. For the first time since they had landed she stopped thinking of the Ark as her home. Earth was where she belonged, and she would fight to make a home here. She glanced at Bellamy. He was staring into the flames as the bracelet curled in on itself and melted. For once she felt an affinity with him. Clarke could tell he was thinking similar thoughts.

As if he could hear what was going through her head he turned her way and stared into her eyes. "We'll make it work here." He vowed. "No more messing about. We will make this a home."

Clarke was caught up in his expressive, brown eyes. She had never seen Bellamy so focused or determined before. It was enthralling and the way he spoke was intoxicating. She found herself nodding in agreement. "Yes. This is our home."

They continued to stare at each other for a long time, neither breaking the intensity of the moment. The flames from the fire reflected in their eyes and without realising what they were doing Bellamy and Clarke reached out to each other and joined hands.

"What's going on here?" Finn's suspicious voice startled them both. They hadn't heard him approach. His eyes zeroed in on their hands and he glared at Bellamy.

Bellamy just returned his glare impassively before dropping Clarke's hand and smirking at her. "See you later, princess." He winked at her in order to rile Finn further and made sure to shove past him as he walked away.

"You shouldn't hang around him, Clarke." Finn began to lecture her.

Clarke found the same irritation from earlier well up inside. She just shook her head in disgust and marched away from him. Tonight something had shifted within her. The solemn ceremony she had shared with Bellamy had caused her to rethink her game plan, and exactly how she wanted to move forward. She was certain now, that Finn was not the one who was going to be able to get her there. "Bellamy...wait up." She yelled.

Bellamy halted and turned to glance at her. She smiled as she ran to join him.

A/N-thanks for reading!