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Clarke walked through the glass doors of her favorite coffee shop, a smile on her face as she scanned the room for her boyfriend. It had been a long day, proven by the wrinkles in her hot pink scrubs.
She'd just gotten off of an eighteen-hour shift, and all she wanted to do was have one of Willie's famous sandwiches and a nice warm cup of Jo with her man. However, the joy bled from her face when she spotted him in the arms of another woman- a beautiful dark haired woman.
Finn's gaze found her own, guilt swirling in his blue eyes. She watched as he made his way to where she stood, the woman following in his wake.
"Finn", she said, her voice uncertain.
"You must be Clarke", the woman said extending her hand, "I'm Raven, Finn has told me so much about you. Thanks for befriending my crazy boyfriend. I was so worried he would be all alone and moping in my absence."
Clarke felt her heart drop to her squeaky white hospital shoes, and a pounding began in her temples. She stared at Finn, her eyes glazing over as she backed away from him.
"Clarke, I…"
"No, I get it. You and Raven should catch up", she said quietly.
"I'll call you later", he said quickly.
Clarke didn't bother to answer; she just turned and walked from the building. When she stood on the sidewalk, she looked up at the dark sky, the rain mingling with the salty tears on her cheeks. No stars shone thanks to the bright city lights, and the darkness seemed befitting of her mood.
She started to walk, not bothering to hale one of the many cabs that sped past. Her shoes became wet, her socks sliding down, and blisters forming on her heels. Her hair was soaked, water running down her face and smearing what was left of her makeup.
Her purse caused her shoulder to ache, the wet material of her scrubs chaffing her skin. She began to shake and shiver, her sobs growing in volume, as she pressed onward.
Soon a familiar brick apartment building came into view. It was on a shadier side of town, the metal stairs groaning under her feet as she climbed. The wind whipped around her, setting her off balance.
She stumbled the rest of the way to the door, knocking softly. Clarke stood in silence, feeling stupid and desperate to have come here like this. She was just about to turn and walk away when the door finally opened.
Clarke couldn't remember a time when she'd ever been so happy to see Bellamy Blake. He looked like he'd just gotten off of his shift at the precinct, his suit coat no where in sight, his tie loosened, and the sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled up to his elbows.
His dark eyes searched her face, and his black curls were slightly damp from the rain. An expression of pure concern painted his features, but he remained silent.
She stared at him for a minute, her mouth opening and closing as her brain searched for the words to explain. When she spoke, there was no explanation, just a desperation that should have shamed her.
"Bell", she sobbed.
His arms were wrapped around her in the next instant. He pulled her inside, his hands searching her body frantically for injuries. His breath ghosted across her skin, warm and sweet.
Bellamy pulled the purse from her arm, throwing it in a nearby chair. His apartment might not be as nice as hers, but it was just like him- safe and inviting. She really needed that right now.
He held her as she cried, never shushing her, just encouraging her to get it all out. It felt as though he was the only thing holding her together as her body threatened to fall apart.
When her tears slowed, and her sobs ceased, he drew back and framed her face with his large calloused hands.
"Tell me, Princess", he said softly, his deep voice vibrating in his chest.
"Finn", she hiccupped, "He… I… He had a girlfriend."
Clarke felt Bellamy's muscles tense beneath her hands where they lay against his chest. Then he pulled her close, tucking her head beneath his chin, and rubbing slow soothing circles on her back.
"He's an idiot", Bellamy growled.
Clarke laughed, a humorless bitter sound, "I'm pretty sure I'm the idiot in this situation."
Suddenly she found herself staring into a pair of dark brown eyes, their warmth fleeing to be replaced with cold anger.
"This is not your fault. This is all him, he did this. You did nothing wrong, do you hear me?"
Clarke nodded, another sob rising in her chest as her shame began to melt away.
"How could he do this to me", she cried.
"I don't know, Princess, but we'll get through this- you and me. Just like always", Bellamy soothed.
Clarke sighed, her mind going back to the two most heart wrenching moments in both their lives- the day his mother died and the day only two short months later when her father was killed.
They'd clung to each other, and she'd spent many a night at the Blake house. She and Bellamy would sit on the couch, neither speaking, their hands entwined as they strove to keep the other from falling apart.
No matter what happened in her life, Bellamy Blake was always her anchor, the one person who kept her from breaking beyond repair. Now, standing in his embrace she wished she'd listened to him.
"You were right", she whispered.
Bellamy sighed, "Princess, I'm not a seer. I didn't really know that Finn was bad news. You can't use my dislike of the man as yet another reason to berate yourself."
"If I would have listened to you…"
"Then you wouldn't be the one person in my life besides my sister who stands up to me and throws all that crap back in my face."
Clarke snorted, her mind wandering to all the times when she and Bellamy had fought over the years. It didn't take much sometimes, but they'd never been able to stay mad for long.
She was pulled from her thoughts, when his fingers gently lifted her chin to bring her gaze even with his own.
"You're soaking wet. Go get a warm shower, I'll get you some clothes to change into and make some coffee. We'll get through this, sweetheart."
Clarke hugged him to her one last time before making her way to his master bathroom. Sure she could have used the guest bath, but Bell's soap and shampoo weren't in there.
When she was clean, her face scrubbed free of makeup and her hair smelling of the Old Spice shampoo that Bell loved, she dressed in a pair of his athletic shorts and one of his NYPD t-shirts.
She made her way back into the living room, plopping down on the couch beside him. He'd changed clothes, now reclining shirtless in a pair of sweats. It should have been weird, but it felt like home.
Clarke snuggled into his side, his fingers toying with her hair as he flipped through the channels until he found a basketball game on. She listened as he grunted and whispered angrily at the screen, his favorite team missing shots left and right.
She felt her eyes growing heavy, her lashes soon fluttering to lay soft against her pale cheeks. She smiled, Bellamy's body heat seeping through the thin material of her t-shirt. Finn was the farthest thing from her mind with Bell's heart beating beneath her hand.
Bellamy stared down at the sleeping blonde, her fingers dancing above his heart as she dreamed. It had shocked him, and terrified him, when he'd found her standing on his doorstep.
She'd looked so lost, like her whole world was falling apart. Wrapping her shivering form in his embrace had felt like the most natural thing in the world. Then when she'd told him about Finn, his protective instincts had flared to life.
How could the man be so stupid? Didn't he know that she deserved better?
Bellamy was pulled from his thoughts when Clarke's phone began to buzz from its place on his scarred coffee table. He picked it up, Finn's picture immediately causing his rage to boil over.
He laid Clarke down, smiling at her little whimper of protest. He stalked to his bedroom, closing the door before answering the phone.
"Clarke…", Finn said.
"What do you want Spacewalker", Bellamy seethed.
"Blake, where is she?"
"She's safe. What were you thinking putting her in that position?!"
"I…I, you know what! I don't have to explain myself to you", Finn said indignantly.
"That's where you're wrong, Collins. Where she's concerned you do answer to me. I'd better not hear that you've even looked at her, let alone talked to her. I want you out of her life, understood?"
"You can't just order me to never see her again", Finn said angrily.
"You're right, that's why I'm asking. You nearly destroyed her, Finn", Bellamy said, his voice tired.
The other man sighed, his voice quiet when next he spoke.
"I love her, Bellamy. I met her and it was like Raven and I never happened."
"Well, you did happen, Finn", Bellamy hissed, "And for all of your talk of loving Clarke, you've hurt her. You betrayed her trust, and you've made her feel dirty and used. I'd better not see you anywhere near her or I'll handle this. Do I make myself clear?"
Finn could hear the promise in the other man's words, and he knew what would happen. He'd end up with a busted face, and busted pride. Bellamy Blake didn't make threats he couldn't make good on.
"Fine, I'll stay away, but if she comes to me I'm not going to just walk away."
"She's not going to come looking for you, Spacewalker…"
Finn stared down at his phone, the line dead. He shook his head, knowing that he'd messed up, and there was no way to fix it.
Bellamy walked back into the living room, the greenish glow of the TV lighting his way. He could just make out Clarke's sleeping form on the couch, her blonde hair spilling in all directions.
He'd just turned off the television, and was headed back to his room when he heard her voice. It was thick and groggy, her words slurring slightly.
"Bell", she called, "Come back to bed."
Bellamy turned to stare at her, taking in how she'd made room for him, her eyes not even open. He fought a momentary internal battle over whether to ignore her and crawl in his empty bed or join her on the couch.
The couch won out as he lay down beside her, taking her into his arms. She snuggled against his chest, her nose nuzzling his neck. Her little sigh brought a smile to his lips, and her hum of satisfaction caused him to chuckle.
"Don't laugh at me, Bellamy Blake. You're warm", she whispered, her words lazy.
"I'm not complaining, Princess", he answered quietly.
"Good because I was thinking we should do this more often", Clarke slurred.
Bellamy sucked in a startled breath, hoping she wouldn't remember this conversation in the morning. Next thing he knew, the blonde's breathing had evened out and her body had once again gone slack. It was only moments later that he too was fast asleep.
Clarke woke to a baritone, warm and deep, filtering from the kitchen. She cracked open one eye, not even surprised to find herself in Bellamy's apartment. She got up, running a hand through her tangled waves in an attempt to bring order to the ratted mass.
She entered the kitchen; Bellamy's smile causing a fire to ignite in her chest. He nodded at one of the bar stools lining the tiny island, and poured her a cup of coffee as he finished his concert.
This was one thing she loved, waking up to Bellamy's early morning recitals. It had been at least two years since she'd heard him sing, and as he the notes died on his tongue, she would happily admit to wanting to make this an every morning occurrence.
"Morning, Princess", he grinned.
"Morning, Bell. What's for breakfast? I'm starved", Clarke groaned.
Bellamy smiled pulling a skillet from one of the bottom cabinets before reaching into the refrigerator and pulling out a carton of eggs.
"Mmmmm", Clarke moaned in appreciation, "You're making me an omelet!"
"How could I not", Bellamy said with mock indignation.
Clarke enjoyed the view as Bellamy beat the eggs, poured them in the skillet, and then let them cook. Her mouth began to water as he put little bits of bacon, mushrooms, onions, and peppers on top of the fluffy omelet before topping it with cheese and folding it up.
He put the plate before her, and then produced a glass of chocolate milk.
"You're spoiling me, Mr. Blake", she said with a grin.
"You deserve to be spoiled", he replied seriously.
Clarke stared at him for a moment, her heart stuttering in her chest. She did deserve better than Finn, although to be fair since coming to Bellamy's the night before her ex had been the furthest thing from her mind.
Suddenly the blonde saw everything clearly, what she'd been moving towards for years. Bellamy was like the sun, a powerful gravitational force that just kept pulling her in.
She got up from the stool, coming to stand behind him. She was just about to reach out and touch him, when a knock sounded at the door.
"I'll get it", Clarke called, wanting to get whoever it was gone so she could tell Bellamy all about her discovery.
She opened the door, her mouth falling open in shock when she found Finn standing before her. However, shock soon turned to anger, boiling over in heated waves.
"What are you doing here", she asked.
"Clarke, I need to talk to you. You can't just throw what we had away. I can break up with Raven, things can go back to the way they were."
Clarke stared at him, wondering if the man had taken leave of his senses.
"The way things were was a lie, Finn. You don't really love me, no matter how much you claim to, and I…"
Before the blonde could finish, a low growl sounded behind her. She turned to find Bellamy standing with his fists balled at his sides, his features dark and foreboding.
"Collins, I thought I told you to stay away from her", Bellamy practically yelled.
"I can't let her go! I love her, and I have to make this up to her", Finn said pleadingly, his gaze never leaving Clarke.
"You don't get to come to my apartment, and beg someone that I care deeply for to come back to you after you've broken her heart. That's not how this is going to go down, and if you think I'm going to stand by and watch it happen then you're delusional."
"This is between me and Clarke, Blake! You don't get a say", Finn sneered.
Before Clarke could move Bellamy had Finn by the shirt collar and was hauling him down the stairs. As soon as they got to the bottom, Bellamy belted Finn in the mouth so hard that the other man fell to the ground.
Clarke rushed down the stairs, taking in the victorious smile on Finn's face when he thought she would come to his aid. Instead, she stopped before Bellamy, taking his already bruising appendage in her hands.
"Bell, you didn't have to do that", she said quietly.
"I'm not letting him hurt you again", Bellamy said, his dark eyes filled with quiet conviction.
Clarke looked from one man to the other, both so different. Finn was still sprawled on the pavement; while Bellamy looked straight ahead with his jaw clenched so tight she feared his molars would break.
She began to rub slow circles against Bellamy's palm, his brown eyes falling on her face.
"Bell, you don't have to worry about that. I was wrong, I was just using Finn to distract me", she said, "I never loved him. I've loved you since I was sixteen, but I just couldn't admit it. I was afraid, but I'm not anymore. I love you, Bellamy Blake, and you're all I'll ever want or need."
Clarke watched as Bellamy's eyes widened, his mouth dropping open in surprise. She quickly took advantage, standing on tiptoe to capture his lips with her own. She felt him sigh, his arms wrapping around her and his hands tangling in her hair.
She gently fingered the silky curls at the nape of his neck, Finn's voice registering faintly in the background. She felt Bellamy's hesitancy as he pulled away, his forehead resting against hers.
Clarke addressed Finn, her voice ringing on the cool morning air, but her eyes remained fastened on the gorgeous dark gaze of Bellamy Blake.
"Get lost, Spacewalker. We're through", she said with a smile.
"But Clarke…"
"You heard the Princess. Scram", Bellamy growled, his gaze never leaving Clarke.
The couple turned away from Finn Collins, walking hand in hand back to Bellamy's kitchen and their breakfast.
Four years later…
Clarke lay in she and Bellamy's bed, watching as he unbuttoned his light blue dress shirt. He'd just gotten home from an investigation of a local jewelry store robbery, and he looked tired.
"Come here", she beckoned, watching as his arms fell to his sides as he made his way over to the bed.
She removed his shirt, pitching it in the floor before turning back to him. She laid her hands on his shoulders, kneading the tired muscles with experience born of many nights of practice.
"Mmmm, have I told you how much I love you", Bellamy asked.
"Not since, oh about lunch time I guess", Clarke said with a giggle.
She felt her husband move, and then he was hovering above her, his lips ghosting just below the shell of her ear.
"I love you", he whispered huskily, placing a kiss against her neck.
After every kiss, his soft declaration of "I love you" followed until his lips found her own. She reveled in his touch, breathing him in as his hands traveled down her sides, and back up to frame her face.
She was just about to suggest an encore performance of earlier that morning, what could she say- she loved to watch her husband shave, when their bedroom door creaked open.
The couple turned to watch as their three year old walked into their room, dragging his favorite teddy bear his Auntie O and Uncle Linc had bought the day he was born.
"Hey, buddy", Bellamy called softly.
Clarke grinned as she watched the little boy move to the foot of the bed and pitch Mr. Rebel onto the mattress before climbing up himself. She motioned their son forward, loving the way his dark curls shone in the lamplight.
"What are you doing up", she asked as Jake snuggled in between them.
"I had a bad dweam", the little boy answered.
"Well you know Daddy will take care of that right", Clarke said in a hushed tone.
Jake nodded, his blue eyes already beginning to droop, "Daddy's brave."
"Yes, he is. Daddy always protects us, just like the knight in our stories", Clarke answered, "Did Mommy ever tell you about the time the knight saved the princess from the dragon?"
The little boy shook his head, and Clarke prepared to begin her story, her hand running through her son's curls as she watched her husband ready for bed. When Bellamy was situated on the other side of Jake, his fingers toying with her curls, she began.
"Once upon a time, a long time ago, there lived a princess. She was held captive by a terrible dragon named Finn. One day a knight came along, a brave knight with dark curls just like Daddy. He rescued her from the dragon, making her feel safe and loved for the first time since the dragon had captured her. The princess realized on that day that she loved the knight, had for a very long time. They were married three short months later, and their son came a year later", Clarke finished.
She looked down to find Jake fast asleep, his dark lashes fanned against his olive skin. Her gaze then found Bellamy, his brown eyes warm and a smile curving his lips.
"I love you, Princess", he said softly, kissing her with a passion that could only come from a man truly and deeply in love.
"I love you too, my handsome knight", she whispered against his lips.
Just before sleep claimed her, Clarke thought back to that dreadful night all those years ago. A smile sprang to her lips as memories surfaced, Bellamy's strong arms holding her tight and his deep voice soothing away her hurt.
So, now as she watched her husband and her son sleep, all Clarke Blake can think about is how thankful she is that Finn Collins crushed her heart because Bellamy Blake had done a fantastic job of mending it.
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