My first fanfic ever! I love the 100 too much to not take a dig in this magical wonderful world :)

I don't own anything! Except my lovely original character

Bellamy POV

Mankind. Survival. The 100. How did we get here? The screams of all the people of the past, those on the ark, those in Mount Weather, linger in my ears. It seemed like only yesterday we were dropped from the ark down to earth, now things are…..normal. It's been a month since the massacre at mount weather, a month since Clarke left, and Arkadia has never been better. From the constant rush of war and alliances, love and grief, it seems like things have slowed down…normalized…although….we're far off from being comfortable.

"Bellamy!" Raven snapped. Bellamy immediately fell out of his trance. "Easy on the bullets…you're really out of it aren't you?" She looked around, making sure she was out of earshot. Focusing away from loading ammunition, she place a hand on Bellamy's shoulder, "It's been a month Bellamy. Clearly Clarke doesn't want to be found, give it some time, she'll come around eventually. Blatant excursions outside the gates every other day isn't going to help you find her. I want to find her just as much as you but your efforts are just wasted, not to mention the bullets. So give this to me," raven took the gun out of his hands, as a familiar blonde with curly hair walked through the door of the bunker. "Hi Bellamy." Bellamy looked up to the familiar voice. "- and go spend some time with a girl who's clearly interested in what you have to offer," Raven smirked. Picking himself up Bellamy walked towards the exit, "Gina."

"You've been hiding," Gina teased. "Only from reality," he replied. Bellamy enjoyed her company. She was one of the few people in Arkadia that he really connected with. Somehow she understood his baggage, his struggle. Needless to say he didn't know much about her and to say there was something romantic there, that was quite an extrapolation. But he knew she was interested in him and to Bellamy, as bad as he felt for using her, she was better than feeling nothing. Bellamy knew since Clarke left that he had lost his place, faded to the background, no longer a person with purpose. Kane and Abby were running Arkadia quite successfully and Clarke having specifically left him the responsibility of keeping their people sa—"You're not helping anyone by moping around Blake, your sister is fine, everyone is happy. And we haven't seen that in a long time" Gina interrupted. "I don't think I'll be happy until we find Clarke, she's one of us and we don't even know if she's dead, alive, being tortured," he responded deep in thought.

"I'm sure she's fine," replied Gina with a hint of jealously. A moment of silence draped over them until she broke it ruining the mood. "I don't get it Bellamy, it's always Clarke this Clarke that, why can't you see that she's in your past and a reflection of all the pain and sadness that you've suffered! You should be happy that she's gone!" Gina instantly regretted the words that came out of her mouth as she saw the intense glare he gave her. She needed to do some damage control. "…at least for the time being. It'll give you time to recollect yourself and to move on. You're safe now, here, with your people…with me." She looked to him with eyes of longing and sadness and moved closer to envelop him in an embrace.

How long has it been since he felt something. This was something. Analyzing the situation, Bellamy returned the embrace, then, pulling back, he slowly cupped her chin and slowly brought her lips to his, closing the gap between them. "Mmm" Gina responded and poured all her feelings into the moment, hoping Bellamy would understand her heart and feel what she felt as well. The kiss intensified briefly, lips clashing with haste before Gina pulled away. She looked at him with eyes of confusion as she caught her breath, her body still locked in his tight embrace. "I don't get it," she said stumbling over her words. "I mean I liked it and it's all I've wanted for the longest time, but I don't know here you stand or what this is and wh—".

"Stop." He replied silencing her lips with his finger. "I'll be completely honest with you Gina. I don't feel anything for Clarke. We were leaders together, always united over one goal, and we took care of each other and all of the 100. The times we spent here before the rest of you arrived really changed me as a person and Clarke is the reason for it. She's saved me and believed in me when no one else would and I feel that it's my responsibility to look after her as well. We definitely have a connection, but I would never consider it a romantic one. Think of it as 2 people who understand each other strategically and politically, a strong and loyal friendship."

Bellamy took the time to address all of Gina's worries, and she had reciprocated with nothing but warmth and comfort. "I don't know what this is between us," he continued, "but I know I don't want it to stop. You're the best thing that's happened to me since I've been down here, but I have to set things straight and find her before I can be fully committed to moving on."

Gina blushed furiously and gave Bellamy a quick peck on the lips before leading him back to the bunker. "What are we doing here?" He asked. "We're going to clear that conscience of yours Bellamy Blake" she said as she pulled out 2 backpacks. "Sometimes we've got to take the future into our own hands and that's what I'm doing. I'm going to fight for us," she smiled. "Now let's go find Clarke."

Far out, in the shallows of the eastern sea, a duel among 2 skilled warriors raged on. In minimal armour the two Warriors were evenly matched. As the sword wielder continuously clashed with a trident, the battle was decided as the trident wielder swiped the man off his feet down onto the burning sand, the sharp end of the trident up against his neck within the split of a second. "That's a match! Next time I expect this result in half the time!" A bystander yelled. "Yes Luna, although to be fair you did match me up with someone far beyond my years of experience in combat" the trident wielder grinned taking off her battle mask only to reveal a young woman in her early twenties with long jet black hair and a beautiful face to match her toned body.

"Your training has been delayed, my second. For those with nightblood have been training since childhood, you have only recently submitted yourself into the pool that will fight to honour the 12 clans and become the next commander" Luna replied as she gave the man on the sand a hand. "Thank you for your time Lukas kom Floukru." He stood up brushing the remnants of the sand off his skin. Turning to face the warrior, Lukas simply stated, "Pleasure is mine Luna, not many people have the opportunity to fight the next heda." He said as he bowed with respect. "I have not yet proved myself, and there are others far greater than I," the woman replied and bowed back to her combat partner.

"She will come to realize with time Lukas, she is still young" Luna smiled sweetly. Lukas came up from his bow and looked at the maiden. "Challenges await you young heda, I hope you are ready for them, to take them on with an iron fist and to make your people proud, Rachelle kom Floukru."

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