Ok this is my first attempt at 100 Fanfiction! I've wanted to do something for a while and this came to me, so I hope y'all like it! :)

Clarke jumped and rolled out of her bed, hitting the wood floor with a thud. Another scream drifted through her bedroom door, and she scrambled to her feet running for the door. She wrenched it open, blinded by the bright living room light.

She rubbed her eyes, trying to focus on the scene before her. Octavia stood with her hands over her face, sobs racking her thin shoulders. She turned her gaze from the emotional rollercoaster that was Octavia Blake, to the form crumpled against the wall.

Clarke's breath hitched at the sight of Octavia's brother and the dark red staining his white t-shirt. Scrapes and bruises covered his face and neck, his eyes were closed and that maddeningly gorgeous hair of his fell across his forehead in unruly curls.

She rushed forward, kneeling beside his still form. They had an odd relationship, she and Bellamy Blake. She'd known him since she was seven years old, and they'd both spent the majority of their lives trying to take care of O.

They could barely stand one another most days, but that didn't mean she didn't care about the man before her. She placed a gentle hand on the side of his face, turning his eyes to settle upon her own.

Octavia was still screeching noisily, and Clarke had had enough.

"Be quiet, O", she said softly.

Octavia quieted, her face tear stained and her hands shaking.

Clarke stared at her best friend, knowing that she was terrified.

"Why don't you go next door and sit with Lincoln", she said kindly.

She watched as O nodded her head before making her way from the apartment. Then she turned her attention back to Bellamy.

"Thanks Princess", he said with a groan.

"Any time", Clarke said with a small smile.

This reminded her of the last time that Bellamy had come home like this. It had been six years ago.

Clarke was sitting in her bedroom, her sketchbook in her lap and a charcoal pencil clutched in her fingers. She'd been drawing one of her favorite subjects, seventeen -year-old Bellamy Blake. She knew at fourteen that her crush on her best friend's older brother was pointless, but she just couldn't help it.

Her gaze flew to her window when the sound of a pebble hitting the glass reached her ears. She quickly raised the pane, leaning out and staring into the darkness.

That's when she'd seen O, tears streaming down her face and blood splattered on her clothes. The other girl was crying, and Clarke knew that if she didn't quiet her that her parents would hear.

She raised a finger to her lips, and listened as Octavia's sobbing turned to sniffles. She raced from her bedroom, making sure her parents' door was closed before running down the stairs and out onto lawn.

"What is it, O? What happened", Clarke asked as her friend hugged her.

"Bellamy, he's hurt", Octavia whispered.

That was all Clarke needed. "Ok, show me."

When the girls reached the Blake house, both were out of breath. Clarke followed O into the house, and saw Bellamy on the couch. He was so still that it scared her, and then she heard him moan.

"O, get plenty of towels and put some hot water in a pot", she called.

Clarke approached the couch, the stench of blood turning her stomach. He looked terrible, scraped and bruised. His left eye was nearly swelled shut and his ribs were probably cracked. It was the deep gash in his calf that worried her most though.

"What happened", she whispered.

"It's none of your business."

"Bell, what happened", Clarke asked sounding much older than her fourteen years.

Bellamy sighed. "Money's scarce. I joined the Grounders to make some extra dough. I can't let O get stuck in the system."

"You shouldn't have done that, Bell. My folks could've helped you. They adore you and O."

"It's done, Clarke. So don't mention any of this to Octavia."

Clarke nodded, her features worried.

She used his pocketknife to gently cut his pant's leg to better view the cut. The gash was nasty, but thankfully not too deep. Octavia arrived with the supplies Clarke had asked for.

She dipped one of the towels into the hot water, ringing out the excess before gently cleaning away the dried blood and dirt.

"O, go get the med kit I swiped from my mom", Clarke said as she finished cleaning the cuts and scrapes marring Bellamy's skin.

When Octavia returned, she opened the white box and pulled out the alcohol. There was an apology in her eyes as she began to sterilize his wounds. After she was finished, she bandaged the worst of the cuts.

"Put a bag of peas on that eye, and watch your ribs. I'd feel better if you went to the hospital", Clarke said quietly.

"No hospitals. Thanks Princess", Bellamy said ruffling her hair.

"Any time, Bell."

Clarke shook herself from her musings and helped Bellamy from the floor. He winced as he stood, and she supported a great part of his weight as she led him to the bathroom.

She helped him to sit down on the closed toilet lid, and then grabbed the scissors from the top drawer.

"Always prepared aren't you Princess", Bellamy said with a raised brow.

"With you Blake, I've got to be ready for anything", Clarke groused.

She cut away the white material to reveal his corded muscles and blood stained skin. She probed the jagged wound with gentle, experience fingers. He grunted in pain, but remained still.

Thanks to that moment all those years ago, she'd decided to become a doctor. She was probably the most experienced person in her class thanks to her various Bellamy Blake encounters over the years. She'd sewn him up, set his bones, and been his primary care physician for the past six years without even holding a medical degree.

Clarke grabbed her BB (Bellamy Blake) emergency kit from under the sink, and riffled through its contents. Her hands settled on the iodine and a clean washcloth. She cleaned the wound, disinfected it, and then wiped the grime and dirt from this face and chest.

"Alright, Blake, you know the drill", she said as she began to pack up the medical supplies.

She watched him as he made his way from the bathroom and into her bedroom. When she finally made it to her room, he had changed into a fresh pair of sweats and was lying on her bed.

Clarke laid a towel on the sheets beside him, and then began to suture the frayed edges of the jagged gash together. He lay quiet and still; that's one thing that made treating Bellamy worth while, he was an amazing patient.

When she was finished she bandaged him up, and gave him some pain medicine. She left him there while she gathered up some pillows and a blanket. She made up the couch, and then helped him into the living room.

Clarke saw him settled before going to wash her hands. She set a glass of water on the coffee table beside him, felt his forehead for any sign of fever, and then went to clean up the mess.

She cleaned the bathroom, the smell of bleach burning her nose. She threw away his t-shirt, and rinsed the washcloth until the water was clear once more. She went to her bedroom and grabbed his pants off the floor, pitching them in the washing machine with the bloody towels and washcloth.

After she was finished, Clarke wandered back into the living room to check on Bellamy. He was out, his hair sticking out in all directions and dark circles forming under his eyes.

She wished he could be free of Lynx and the crew. He couldn't keep this up forever, and she was terrified one day he wouldn't come home. She sank down in the recliner, her watchful gaze fixed on the sleeping form.

Sometimes they acted like they hated each other, but both knew they didn't. It was just easier to hide behind their sarcasm and banter than admit their feelings. She smiled when she heard him mutter her name in his sleep, much like she knew she spoke his in hers.

Clarke's eyes moved to the door, Octavia's form highlighted by the light from the hallway outside the apartment. She watched her friend as she hovered over her brother, and then turned her eyes upon Clarke.

"How is he", she asked quietly.

"He'll pull through", Clark answered.

"What happened this time?"

"Rough night at work, I think. He didn't say much", Clarke lied.

She was still amazed at how long they'd kept his secret from O. Especially since she was dating a Grounder named Lincoln. That had been an interesting day. Clarke was sure that Bellamy would blow his top.

"Thanks for taking care of him Clarke", Octavia said with a smile.

"Sure, no problem. You should get some sleep. You've got class tomorrow."

"You do too", O answered.

"I need practice functioning without sleep." Clarke grinned.

"Uhuh, whatever you say", Octavia said as she walked from the room.

Clarke turned her attention back to Bellamy and found him staring at her.

"Go to bed Princess", he growled.

Clarke almost laughed. When Bellamy Blake used that tone most people quaked with fear, but she could see right through his bad boy persona.

"Nope", she said popping the 'p'.

Bellamy glared at her, but soon closed his eyes once more.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn", he said drowsily.

"I learned from the best, Bell", Clarke said with a chuckle.

Then she watched him relax, and listened as his soft snores filled the quiet room. Bellamy Blake could be a pain in her neck, but she couldn't imagine life without the infuriating man.

Thanks for reading! Please review and tell me what you think! I don't know if I want to continue or leave it as a one-shot, so I'll be anxious to hear your opinions on the matter! :)