DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of The 100 characters, however I own some original characters that you'll get to know them one by one.
So this idea was squirming in my head for a long time and I just had to let it out and here it is!
Hope you enjoy this :)
Her Favorite Guard
Bellamy rubbed his eyes once more that night, trying to stay fully awake for his shift. He was one of the few guards volunteering for the night. The Unity Day was a special event and most residents of Ark wanted to celebrate it freely but Bellamy had no intention of celebrating something meaningless so he decided to work.
As he roamed the empty hallways at midnight, he thought about Octavia, probably talking their mother into letting her stay on the surface for a couple of more minutes. His heart ached with the thought and the fact that there was nothing he could do about it.
He heard a loud thud and rushed to the corner of the hallway only to see a girl on the floor. Apparently she had fell down but couldn't stand up. Bellamy watched as she tried to get a hold of the wall next to her but her hands were just moving in the air.
A realization hit Bellamy: she was drunk.
As she finally held her head up and he saw that she was just a teenager, he stepped towards her and held his hand out for her. She was looking at him strangely, probably processing what his gesture meant, and when she realized it was to help her, she put her hand in his and he helped her get up.
Good thing Bellamy didn't let go of her immediately because she tripped and fell in his arms. Bellamy swallowed and held her tight enough and then made her stand on her own feet. He whispered: "Hey, you're way too drunk…"
For a girl her age, being drunk was considered illegal and would lead her to have a trial. He knew he had to arrest her and let her process begin tomorrow but the way her blue eyes were sparkling with mischief and her golden hair fell across her face, made him reconsider.
As Bellamy was weighing the wrong against the right, she was eyeing him up and down. She took in his combed dark hair, his muscular form hidden underneath the uniform and his long legs. Bellamy looked at her with his mind made up and saw her smirking.
He asked calmly: "What's your name?" She didn't say anything but took a step closer to him. Bellamy asked again: "Hey, will you tell me your name?" Her smirk grew wider as she took another shaky step towards him.
Bellamy's eyes focused on her lips and he couldn't help but gulp at the sight in front of him. Before he could figure out what was happening, she put her hands on his chest and shoved him against the cool metal wall.
Bellamy was shocked to feel her sudden strength but didn't protest as her face came close to his. He only prayed no one would pass that hallway anytime soon or he'd be in huge trouble. Right when Bellamy thought she was going to kiss him, she whispered quietly: "I'm Clarke."
The spell wore off all of a sudden and he gently pushed her off him but grabbed her arm, just in case. He took a deep breath and said: "Clarke, I'm Bellamy. I'm going to escort you home, alright?"
With the mention of home, her eyes widened in horror and she whined: "No! Please, no! I can't go home like this. My parents…" Bellamy sighed tiredly and offered: "What about your friend's house? You have any sober friend?"
She thought for a moment and whispered: "Wells." Bellamy smiled and said: "Great. So tell me, where does he live? I can take you there." Clarke shook her head fast and said: "No. He cannot see me like this. His dad shouldn't see me like this."
Bellamy frowned and said: "What does his dad have to with this? Come on, tell me where he lives." Clarke hushed him: "No! You don't know who he is." Bellamy let out a chuckle as she pouted her lips, hoping it would work on him.
He asked with a smirk: "Who is he? Huh?" Clarke whispered: "The Chancellor..." The smirk slowly faded away as he remembered hearing about Chancellor's son and his name was…
"Wells…" Bellamy whispered in realization and then asked: "You're friends with Chancellor's son?" Clarke nodded eagerly. Bellamy sighed once more and asked: "Where do you want me to take you, huh?" Clarke was silent and Bellamy added: "You know you should be arrested, right? I'm doing you a favor because you're young and stupid but if we wait around more than we already did, someone would see you and I would have my ass handed to me."
Right when he thought his words meant something to her, she burst out in laughter. Bellamy groaned as he realized she wasn't helping at all. With his hand around her arm, he led her in the opposite direction. Clarke asked as she was being dragged across the hallway: "Can we go to your place?"
Bellamy stopped suddenly and take a look at her. She was dead serious, although she had a little grin on her face. He shook his head and started walking again. She moaned: "Why not?" He blurted: "I live with my mom." Clarke pouted: "And is she opposed to helping a poor little girl?"
Bellamy didn't say anything in return. He knew there was no way in hell he could take her to their home. Octavia could sneak out any moment, and even drunk Clarke could notice there was two children living in that household.
He heard some noises coming from the next corner and stopped nervously. He took a look around, there was a little janitor closet next to them. She dragged Clarke behind him and locked both of them inside the dark closet.
With brooms and other garbage occupying most of the space, they were closer than necessary. Not that Bellamy minded that. The noises were getting louder, a bunch of teenagers were laughing, talking carelessly about Moonshine.
Bellamy was listening intensely until he felt a pair of hot lips on his neck and flinched. Clarke was kissing his neck, she was actually kissing his neck, the spot right beneath his Adam's apple. He hissed: "What the hell are you doing?"
He couldn't see her face clearly with little light getting inside, but he knew she was probably pouting. He heard her delicate voice: "You want me to stop?" Bellamy already knew the answer to that but he couldn't let himself get distracted by the beautiful drunk little girl attached to his body.
Another thought formed in his mind: she was just a little girl. She was probably sixteen, and he was way older than her to act irrationally. He didn't answer her question, but asked: "How old are you?" She seemed offended by the question but she answered: "I'm going to be seventeen soon."
Bellamy face-palmed himself mentally, she was only a year older than Octavia. She murmured: "Can we get out of here? Dark places creep me out." Bellamy waited for a moment and then opened the door and let her out.
Before his eyes could see perfectly in the light again, she was gone. Bellamy watched in horror as she ran off and he chased after her after a moment. She was running alright, for being drunk and all, but Bellamy was a better runner.
He realized all those hard training didn't go to waste as he easily caught her from behind and against her wild struggles, he managed to hold her in place. Her back was against his chest and as she was trying to get out of his grasp with loud groans, Bellamy let out near her ear: "I'm trying to help you, Clarke."
She finally calmed down and he carefully unwrapped his hands and let her go. She whispered a quiet 'sorry' and Bellamy rubbed his temples as he was thinking about what he should do about her. He knew his house was just a couple of hallways away but he couldn't let himself take her there. Too much was at risk.
Clarke seemed to read his mind: "I promise, I wouldn't make any sound to wake your mother. I don't have anywhere to go. Please…" Her pleas finally won him over and he grabbed her hand and led the way.
He missed the smirk on her face as he was carefully looking around, and then motioning for her to follow him. They finally reached Bellamy's small flat and he stopped before he opened the door.
He gave her a serious look and said: "You promised you wouldn't make any sound, remember?" She nodded and then brought her hand to her lips and motioned zipping them. Bellamy rolled his eyes and opened the door slowly.
His mother knew he was on duty that night, so he knew she wasn't expecting him and he had to be careful. The flat was dark and quiet and Bellamy almost sighed with relief. He grabbed her hand again and led her in and closed the door behind them.
He put his finger on his nose and Clarke nodded as she followed him to a room. Bellamy let her inside his small bedroom and locked the door. His back was turned to her as he listened for any sound proving his mother or Octavia had woken up but nothing came.
He turned around calmly but then his eyes widened as he saw her, lying on his bed, spreading herself comfortably. He gulped seeing her golden locks on his pillow, and her petite body writhing on his bed.
He walked to the bed and offered: "You should get some sleep." Clarke didn't say anything but she didn't close her eyes either. Bellamy said: "Clarke, you need to sleep it off, trust me." She didn't answer again and Bellamy hissed frustrated: "Whatever you want."
He turned around and went near his closet to find something to wear. He was damn sure he couldn't leave her alone in this condition and he couldn't get back to his shift so he better get out of the uniform. He picked up a dark blue shirt and went to leave the room to change that heard her low voice: "No!"
He turned around and raised his eyebrows asking: "So you talk now?" Clarke frowned confused: "Well, you said I shouldn't make any sound, remember? I was just listening to you." Bellamy was amused. He asked: "Then what did you mean by no?"
Clarke sat up slowly and said: "Don't change." Bellamy didn't say anything and she simply said: "I like your uniform..." He wanted to smirk, like all the times he caught a teenage girl staring at him with awe, but he couldn't. His breath was caught in his throat and his body felt hotter than usual.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He was an adult and she wasn't even seventeen; on top of that, she was pretty drunk. He had to be the rational one in the situation.
"Okay." He said with his voice hoarse and went to leave the shirt in the closet and then walked up to her. She was grinning because he had listened to her and started taking off her thin jacket as she was staring into his eyes.
Bellamy swallowed hard as she threw the jacket not-so-carefully on the ground and lied back on the bed. Before he knew it, she was unbuttoning her silky shirt and Bellamy had to control himself not to ask loudly: "Clarke, what are you doing?"
She whined: "It's hot in here…" She successfully opened one of her buttons and went for the second one. Bellamy could see her cleavage clearly then and it took every ounce of self-control he had to take his eyes off it.
He rushed to her side and grabbed her hands in his. Clarke protested weakly and moaned: "Bellamy, please… It's too hot…" Bellamy sighed frustrated, knowing he had to stop a girl from undressing, in his freaking bedroom.
"It's not hot in here, Clarke. The temperature is normal. Come on, let me help you button up your shirt." Bellamy offered like an adult person he so badly wanted to act like. She shook her head but didn't make a sound.
Bellamy tried to reason with her: "Let's put it this way. I'm a stranger. I'm a boy. You shouldn't just take off your clothes in front of me, got it?" Clarke was silent for a moment and then smiled: "You're a good stranger."
Bellamy was proud of himself and he had every right to be. Who knew what the other guards would have done to her if they had founded her first? He didn't want to think about that.
He let go of her hands and she let them rest on her sides. Bellamy, knowing she was stable for now, lied down on the ground next to the bed and listened to her breathe steadily. When he thought he could get some rest, she rolled on the bed so she could face him.
Bellamy waited for her to say something but she just closed her eyes and with a small smile, let her hand hang from the bed. He knew she wanted him to hold it and he hesitated. There was no harm in holding her hand until she fell sleep, right?
He took her small hand in his own, making her smile grow wider. As he closed his eyes, he heard her say with a happy sigh: "Thank you, Bellamy. You're my favorite guard…" A wide smile appeared on his own face and he squeezed her hand gently.
The last thought on Bellamy's mind was what would happen tomorrow when she woke up in his bed? Would she remember anything? Would she be embarrassed? Would she leave him and his small house and never look back?
He knew all of that was possible, but he didn't want to think about anything anymore. He didn't care if she woke up and didn't even thank him. All he cared about was holding her hand until all worries erased from her pretty little mind and she fell sleep.
And he secretly hoped she would dream about falling in love with an attractive young guard who had saved her from her troubles. But maybe it was too much to ask for, wasn't it?
So what did you think?
At first, I saw this only as a one shot, but now that it's finished, I'm seeing a future for it... But I only continue writing this if you're interested, at least lots of people...
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Xoxo,
S
