A/N This is my first ever fanfiction. I have no idea what i'm doing really. So i'll only carry it on if people want me too.
This is about Bellamy saving Clarke and them both coming to realise that they actually like each other.
Being stuck inside the crappy tent was bad enough, let alone the fact that she had to share it with Finn and Raven.
After that night in the bunker, Finn had moved his stuff into Clarke's tent. She was happy about getting to spend more nights with him, until she arrived. As soon and Raven hopped out of that pod and assaulted Finn's face with her lips, Clarke knew whatever had gone on between her and Finn before was over. Since then she'd had to put her feelings aside, she may still be a teenage girl but this was earth and she couldn't get too attached to anyone. The people she loved seemed to be dropping like flies.
Ravens giggle filled the whole tent and Clarke growled under her breath in annoyance. It wouldn't be as bad if she couldn't see their compromising position from the corner of her eye.
Clarke hissed as she tried to cover her face with her poor excuse of a pillow to drown the noise out. It was hard to get over Finn when she had to spend so much of her time with him. After this method proved to be ineffective, Clarke grabbed her sketching pad and pencils and huffed as she pushed her way out of the tent. Clarke needed to get away from them, their happiness together was tearing her up inside. What she thought she had with Finn was just a fling. They both needed someone that night and they just so happened to be there together at the time. Breathing in deeply, the cool air tickled Clarke's skin like a silky blanket, cooling her anger and allowing her to relax. It wasn't quite dark yet so the soft light from the setting sun cast a perfect glow among the woods that surrounded the camp. Dashes of reds, oranges and purples filled the crevasses between the canopies creating an almost magical image. Clarke rubbed the pencils between her thumb and fingers whilst wondering which angle she should capture this moment from. Drawing always made her forget about everything for a while, like her problems flowed out through her hand and onto the page. The silhouettes of the trees against the bright colours from the sunset looked best from a corner near the very edge of the wall the hundred had built around their camp to keep the grounders out. Clarke was proud of what they'd accomplished but she knew it wouldn't take much for someone to get through the wall if they wanted to. Even though it wasn't much, the wall provided some sense of safety to her. Finally, she settled on the damp ground next to the wall and began to sketch. The scene in front of her started to appear upon the page and Clarke smiled at the familiar feeling of bliss that accompanied her when she drew. Suddenly a flock of birds erupted from one of the trees, scattering black dots across the sky. Clarke jumped at the movement, dropping her pencil which then rolled through a gap in the wall. "Fuck." She cursed as an eerie silence washed over the camp as Clarke got up to retrieve the pencil. Just has her hand slipped through the gap, more rustling shook from the trees next to the wall. Clarke froze in fear, her hand hovered above the pencil, not wanting to move in case she drew attention to herself but also not wanting to leave the pencil behind. There weren't many of them and she didn't want to lose one just because she was a little frightened. There was no way she could fight off a grounder, despite how fierce she acted around the rest of the camp. The cool air that had once comforted her earlier now shook her with an icy grasp that torn at her skin making her body shake even more. Clarke's breathing became laboured and condensed in the plummeting temperatures as she trembled at the thought of being attacked by a grounder.
The rustling came closer until the wall began to creak under the pressure of a heavy force. Clarke clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle the sound of her breathing and the sobs of terror from escaping. Suddenly the wall gave way and a large, dark shadow leaped over the collapsed wall and into Clarke. The impact of the body threw her onto her back and Clarke coughed trying to bring the air back into her lungs. Panic and fear surged through her body. Her eyes darted around frantically trying to see what had attacked her. A low rumble emitted from the body now on top of her, Clarke's eyes shot up to see a large panther pinning her to the ground. A drop of saliva splattered onto Clarke's nose, making her whimper. Clarke's hands felt around the ground next to her in a desperate attempt to find any sort of weapon. No way could she be killed and eaten by a big cat. The panther drew its fierce jaws open as it lunged towards her neck. Clarke shrieked in terror at her impending doom.
A deep grunt filled the air and the panther sagged before flopping on top on Clarke. She muffled a cry as the weight of the panther began to lift. Clarke's eyes lifted above her. Bellamy. Relief wracked her body as he threw the panther to the side and offered a hand to help her up. She glanced at his hand. She wanted to take it, hold it in her own hands. He made her feel safe. Clarke shook away those thoughts and pushed herself up of the ground, she didn't want to look weak in front of him. She sniffed as she dusted off her clothes. "Thanks."
"No problem, princess." Bellamy smirked.
Clarke, embarrassed that she had to be saved, bent down to pick up her art supplies. "Ah crap." She winced as she realised there was a large gash across some of her chest and shoulder. Gingerly she pressed the wound with her fingers to test for any serious damage. It needed to be cleaned and maybe even stitches. Bellamy lunged forwards and spun Clarke round to face him "What's wrong? Are you okay?" his words stumbled out of his mouth in a panic. Clarke flinched from being moved too quickly and Bellamy's eyes dropped down to her injury. "Clarke," he whispered softly as he inspected the cut. She shook him off. She didn't like the way she felt when he was around her. Butterflies wriggled in her stomach and her cheeks flushed. Bellamy reasserted himself and cleared his throat. "I need to clean this." Clarke said nonchalantly as she began to walk towards the drop ship where they kept all of their medical supplies. Bellamy caught up with her quickly and fell into step beside her. "What were you doing out of your tent so late?" He asked.
Clarke glanced at the ground. She felt embarrassed about her jealousy of Finn and Raven and Bellamy of all people would not be someone she discussed it with. "Too crowded. I just need some air." She said nonchalantly again.
A quizzical expression flickered onto Bellamy's face as he scratched his chin. "It's because of Finn and Raven, isn't it?"
Clarke scoffed as she kicked a stone out of her path.
"Oh come on. Don't play dumb with me. I know you like him." Bellamy snickered with a hint of pain in his voice.
"What? No, of course not." She lied.
"Seriously though, I don't get what you see in him. Stupid spacewalker." Bellamy almost snarled.
"Whatever." Clarke sighed as she tried to open the door to the drop ship.
"Hey," he swatted her hand away from the door. "Let me." He said softly.
Clarke backed away from the door, still keeping pressure on her wound.
Bellamy swung the door open and ushered Clarke inside. "Sit on the table so I can look at it properly." Bellamy ordered as he shifted around the room collecting things to clean the wound and stitch it up with. Clarke's eyes widened in bewilderment. "Bellamy Blake, tending to the wounded. Oh my stars." Clarke jested.
Bellamy grunted in response as he poured alcohol onto a cloth to clean Clarke's cut.
Clarke shifted on the table, uneasy at being so close to Bellamy. She could feel his warm breath against her neck as he tenderly cleaned the blood from her skin. "Hey, relax princess." Bellamy smiled. Clarke still winced as the alcohol stung on the open flesh even though he was being as careful as he could. "Sorry." He said gingerly.
Clarke was taken back by this new side of Bellamy. She had never seen him be so tentative to anyone but his sister, Octavia.
"Its going to need stitches, right?" he asked for conformation from Clarke.
Clarke glanced down at the gash across her chest and shoulder, now that It had been cleaned up, it wasn't quite as bad.
"Uh, yeah. I think so." Clarke nodded in agreement as Bellamy prepared the needle.
He stood much closer to her this time so that he was able to see the flesh much easier. Bellamy could almost hear the sound of her heart beating away. The scent of Clarke filled the air around him, making it surprisingly harder to concentrate. All he could think of was running his hand through her golden curls, pulling her so close to him that they could just fade into each other. Bellamy cleared his throat and sniffed as if to clear his head from the images of him and Clarke. "Your shirt is covered in blood." He stated.
"Oh shit," She sighed in return. "I'll have to wash it tomorrow."
"You can't keep that one on. You might get an infection." Bellamy said worried.
Clarke shrugged her shoulders, what else could she do? "I'm not walking around without a t-shirt on in this camp. I know what kind of people are down here." Clarke argued.
Bellamy glanced around the room before his eyes lit up a little. "Wait here." He said before jogging out of the drop ship and into the night.
With some time to herself, Clarke tried to make herself look a little more presentable, not that she cared what Bellamy thought of her. Or did she?
Clarke thought about the way he had saved her from that panther and had been to gentle and kind to her afterwards. Maybe this was just one of the many sides of Bellamy Blake. She sighed as she waited for his return.
"Sorry it's not exactly fit for a princess, princess." Bellamy smirked as he threw her a plain black t shirt. She held it out in front of her using the arm that wasn't injured. The shirt smelled like Bellamy and she instantly wanted to be consumed by its scent. "You want me to wear your shirt?" she asked confused.
Bellamy shrugged, "Well yeah. I just thought you could wear it until you got yours cleaned."
Clarke liked this side of him. "Oh. Thanks." She smiled as she tried to manoeuvre out of her current shirt and into his without revealing too much.
Bellamy looked away so she could change but it was clear that she was struggling. "Just let me help you. Your inability to get naked is making me agitated." He sighed, realising he had been unusually kind towards Clarke.
And the normal Bellamy was back again she thought.
"Fine." She said defeated. There was no way she could get dressed on her own. Bellamy strode over to her and began to lift Clarke's shirt. "No peaking." She said sternly. She'd seen enough girls going in and out of his tent often enough to know that Bellamy liked to look at girls. He huffed in response and continued to wriggle Clarke from her shirt.
One clean shirt and a couple stitches later, Clarke was all patched up and ready to collapse from exhaustion. She hopped down from the table and tried to straighten out her new shirt. It dwarfed Clarke, making her wonder why she'd never noticed how tall or well built he was before.
Bellamy glanced down at his own clothes and grunted at the blood stains on his shirt from stabbing the panther. Before Clarke could turn away, Bellamy ripped his shirt of and stood in front of Clarke for a moment. Her eyes traced across his skin before hastily glancing at the ground. Clarke's cheeks flushed at the thought of running her hand along his chest. Bellamy smiled at Clarke's embarrassment before putting a clean shirt on, himself.
Clarke needed to win back some dominance so she strode towards the door of the drop ship and flung it open. She swallowed a cry of pain and walked strongly back out into the camp. "Clarke, wait." Bellamy called from inside. Clarke turned to face him, wrapping her arms around herself to stop the shivering. "I thought we were done?" she asked, teeth almost chattering. Bellamy, with a cheeky grin on his face, left the drop ship to meet Clarke. "Don't I get a proper thank you?"
Clarke scoffed, "Thanks."
Bellamy's smile faded a little, "aw come on princess." He jested.
Clarke rolled her eyes, "Thank you, your royal highness. I am so eternally grateful for cleaning my wound and stitching it back up." Sarcasm oozed through her words.
Bellamy grinned "You forgot about the part where I gave you my t-shirt."
Groaning, Clarke responded "And for lending me a shirt. Are we done now? Because I am freezing and I just want to sleep. Not that my tent will be but warmer anyway."
Bellamy glanced around the empty camp, "My tent is warm."
"Yeah, whatever, Bellamy. We all get that you're in charge." She scoffed.
"No, I mean you can stay with me in mine tonight. If you want too that is." He offered.
Clarke studied Bellamy's face suspiciously. "I'm not going to sleep with you. I'm not just another girl to add to your harem." She glared.
"That's not what I was implying." He grumbled, "Whatever, Clarke."
Bellamy started to walk off in the direction of his tent. He was angry with himself for ruining his opportunity to be close to her. Bellamy knew Clarke was stubborn and wouldn't sleep next to him willingly so he didn't know why he'd even asked.
Clarke stood still in the same spot as before, shaking as the icy winds whipped around her. Her hair swirled, making a mess of golden curls around her face.
Bellamy turned back to face her and sighed. "I'm not taking no for an answer, Clarke. Come on, you're freezing." He argued.
"I'm not sleeping in a tent with you, Bellamy." Clarke responded, agitated. She didn't know why but she wanted Bellamy to fight her on this. She wanted to be near to him but there was no way she could let him think that.
Bellamy strode forwards and scooped Clarke up and over her shoulder. "Bellamy!" Clarke shrieked. "Put me down!"
Bellamy laughed, "Get over yourself, princess."
Bellamy marched back to his tent and threw Clarke gently inside. He was right; it was a lot warmer in here. Clarke sighed contently at the warmth as she sat on the very edge of his bed.
Bellamy stripped down into just his boxers and gestured to the bed, "Get in then."
"What?" Clarke replied. She wasn't expecting to be so close to him when he wasn't wearing many clothes.
Bellamy sighed, "Fine." And pulled back the fur blanket and slipped underneath, rolling onto his side so that he was facing the side of his tent.
Clarke sat on the edge for a while, wondering what to do. Finally she gave in, defeated, Clarke slid awkwardly under the blanket. She stayed as far from Bellamy as she could. Bellamy's tent was bigger than her own but there was only a small proximity between their bodies on the bed. Eventually, Clarke couldn't keep her eyes open any longer and she let her body drift into a light sleep.
Bellamy waited for Clarke's breathing to soften before her turned around to face her. Her hair fanned out around her head creating a golden halo. Bellamy smiled at how beautiful she was, even when she was asleep. He wished that he could sleep with her in his arms, her head against the smooth skin of his chest, just listening to the sounds of each others heart beat.
In a sudden lapse of judgment, Bellamy slid his arm under Clarke and pulled her gently into his chest. Clarke woke but kept her eyes shut; waiting to see what Bellamy was going to do. Bellamy stroked the hair from her face and pulled her in closer as he wrapped an arm around her. Clarke was about to protest but realised that she liked being with him this way. Clarke snuggled into his arms and Bellamy smiled. Even if she was asleep it still felt good to hold her.