DISCLAIMER: I don't own The 100 or Bellarke would already be a thing on the show and I don't own Holiday in Handcuffs from which this story was inspired and is loosely based on. I've kept the basic plotline (and some of the dialogue) of the story but added in my own elements to make it more fitting for the characters of The 100.
Prologue: Totally Not Crazy
I'm not crazy, I'm a long way from crazy. Doing one crazy thing does not automatically define a person as being crazy. Though, I have to admit, this wasn't exactly how I was expecting to spend my Christmas, and I'm sure it's not how Bellamy Blake planned on spending his.
Clarke drove down the snow covered roads behind the wheel of her might-as-well-be-ancient Toyota Camry. Her "boyfriend" had escaped from the house in the middle of the night and she was on a mission to find him. When she's just about ready to just give up on finding him, she spots a figure in a dark coat wandering along the side of the road. She pulls up beside him and rolls down her window.
"So, you've been walking out here for, what? About an hour or so?" Clarke calls out her passenger window to the dark haired man walking beside her car. "You've barely gone 2 miles and the nearest gas station is roughly 20 miles away. You figure that out," she pauses and waits for an answer and when she's supplied with silence, she continues.
"Why don't we head back to the cabin and we'll make you some hot chocolate or coffee, okay?" Clarke still receives silence but notices his steps slow to a stop so she touches her brakes. Outside the car, Bellamy Blake, or in this case known as Finn Collins, hesitates before reaching for the handle and clamoring into the car. His teeth chatter once he's inside the warmth of the vehicle.
"Are you okay?" she asks him and takes notice that he still hasn't said a word to her. "Nothing smart to say? Is your face frozen?"
He inhales sharply. "You." Breath. "Are." Breath. Breath. "The devil."
From his place next to her, he glares at her and all Clarke could think as she started to move forward was 'If looks could kill…"
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