A/N: I don't own The 100 or it's characters.

What if at the end of season four, Bellamy stayed with Clarke to help her set up the satellite, and eventually helped her take care of Madi?

Warning: There will be more cussing in this than my Murphy x OC story.

Enjoy!!

Bellamy's pov:

"I'll go with Clarke," I told Raven with certainty.

"But-" Raven started but I cut her off. "I'm going with Clarke, plus that means more oxygen for you guys."

"No, I can't let you get hurt," Clarke objected. "It's my choice," I told both of them. Raven looked skeptical, "It's your funeral." She flounced off back to the bunker as Clarke and I ran for the satellite tower, not letting the snow slow us down.

Clarke turned around for one last look at the bunker and called to Raven, "Dont wait up for us." Raven nodded her head, preparing to launch the rocket.

"Let's do this, Princess," I said as we continued running. Within ten minutes, we arrived at the tower, with Clarke pulling the contraption out of her backpack.

"Sat Star One," she mumbled pressing buttons and plugging in wires.

"Dish Not Aligned," the computer spoke through a monotone voice.

"Clarke, we have to do it manually," I realized, pointing to the top of the satellite tower in frustration. I grabbed the computer, throwing it into the backpack. Wrapping the book bag on his shoulder and scaling the metal tower, Clarke following behind him.

When they reached the top, Clarke set the computer on a small ledge. The wind started speeding up, blowing against our bodies. Clarke stood, pressing buttons, while I made sure that we both didn't fall.

"Dish Not Alligned."

"Shit," Clarke cursed and hit the computer in anger. "Clarke, I'm going to turn the satellite dish so it's alligned." I stepped on the metal bars, making his way to the dish.

I grabbed the edge of the dish, trying to ignore the toxic wind. I pulled the dish towards him, feeling my muscles strain from trying to pull the dish and trying not to fall off the tower.

"Dish Alligned."

"Yes!" Clarke and I cheered, but the cheering stopped when we saw the orange fiery winds coming towards them.

"Bellamy! We've got to go!"

"Yeah, no shit Clarke," she pulled me from the top of the tower, grunting every time he hit the bars unexpectedly. The two of us got half way down, the toxic air less than a mile away.

"We're not going to make it," I yelled over the wind whipping. "We're gonna have to jump."

"No way," Clarke protested. But I grabbed her hand and gave her a reassuring smile. And they leaped off the tower, ready for the impact of the snow.

We both grunted in pain as we landed, sending shocks of pain up our spines. But I pulled Clarke up off the ground, whispering, "We've got to go."

And we ran for it, ran from Praimfaya, ran for their lives. We were almost to the bunker, about halfway. "We're almost there," Clarke said, as her foot got caught and she hit the ground, her helmet cracking.

"Fuck!" I cursed, picking up Clarke, dragging her along with me. I could see the building in the distance, and determination set in. I was going to make sure Clarke was safe. I ran faster, my legs burning, while Clarke was gasping for clean air.

When I reached the door, I slammed on the open button and rushed inside. As soon as the door was sealed, Clarke threw off her helmet and leaned over the glass table.

I took off my helmet as well, abandoning it to take care of Clarke. Clarke coughed up her pitch black blood, spewing it onto the white desk. I stood beside her with my arms comforting her, ready to catch her when she fell down.

Clarke's knees wobbled, she fell into my arms, she looked barely alive. "Clarke," I whispered, "it'll be okay. You're going to be okay." I picked her up bridal style and carried her up the steps and into the medical room, laying her down.

I pushed her onto her side, making sure that if she threw up, she wouldn't choke on it. The black liquid poured out of her mouth and onto the bed. She rolled onto her back, her eyes barely open. "Bellamy," she muttered, her voice raspy.

"Yes, princess? I'm right here," I stood next to the bed, pushing her hair out of her face. God, she is so pretty, I thought. Her eyelids fluttered, and she held out her hand for me. I laced my fingers through hers and basked in her warmth.

"Stay," she asked.

"Of course, princess. I'll always stay with you," I answered and she fell asleep in peace.