A/N- Hiii readers ^_^ this is my first real fanfiction! I'm really excited for you to read it :) It's an AU from the perspective of some of my favourite characters, where they're all still at the dropship. There is a lot of Bellarke, but it's a slow burn, because I can't see their relationship any other way haha. There are several short chapters, one, maybe two, for each character. I hope you all enjoy it; any reviews are much appreciated xx

P.S. I do not own any of the rights to The 100 :)

Clarke

The med bay is never empty any more, not since Bellamy has been encouraging large hunting parties and scouting groups to go outside the wall. The lowest level of the dropship had been converted into a pseudo-hospital to help deal with the number of patients coming in and out. Half of the time, they all come back with minor injuries, but occasionally, there is a serious injury. Like today. My wake-up call this morning was of Bellamy rushing into my tent and brutally shaking me awake. The look in his eyes was almost feral, only now did I realise it was from fear. Bloody Miller had to go play hero and try and find the traps left by the Grounders. By himself. If it wasn't for Octavia, he would be bleeding to death in the middle of the woods. She found him pinned to a tree with three different spears impaling him; one in his right thigh, one in his left shoulder and the last one buried around his right hip.

As it was, he wasn't out danger yet. The first two spears were simple enough to remove and patch up, with the help of Octavia, before Bellamy came in and demanded answers, forcing her to leave. Without help from the Ark, I'm not sure how to remove the final spear without potentially rupturing something and him dying right in front of me. Miller may not have been one of my favourite people on the ground, but he is better than some of them and I'll be damned if I let him die. Too many people have died already. Plus, I didn't want to see the look in Bellamy's eyes if he died. I don't think I could handle it after this morning.

"Argh!" Miller cried out in pain. Shit, he was waking up. I try to hold him down as he starts to thrash around.

"I need help in here! Jasper! Get your ass in here and hold Miller down!" Jasper is usually loitering around the med bay or the upper level with Monty and his still. Today was no different; he was down the ladder and holding Miller down in seconds.

"Fuck, what happened to him, Clarke?" Jasper was gaping, wide eyed, at Miller.

"How about I fill you in when he's not dying right in front of us, okay?" My voice was sharper than I meant, but he looked sufficiently embarrassed and concentrated on Miller, so I would worry about his hurt feelings later. I turned to look down at Miller who was starting to calm down, realising we were trying to help him. "Okay, Miller, I can't pull this out of you unless you stop moving." I have no choice but to pull it out of him. Luckily, there isn't any blood leaking from the wound, so it shouldn't have ruptured anything.

"Miller, look at me," his eyes try to find my face, eventually his eyes lock onto mine, "I'm gonna pull this out of you on the count of three, but whatever you do, don't move. One"

I tighten my grip on the spear.

"Two," I pull the spear out before I get to three, and he cries out in pain, but there is no rapid blood flow. Thank god. I sigh in relief. I look back to Miller who is breathing heavily.

"I just have to patch you up now, okay? But you're not going anywhere for a while."

He lets out a shaky laugh. "Whatever you say, Doc."

I turn to Jasper who looks ashen. "Thanks, Jasper, I couldn't have done this without you, but I'll be okay now. You don't have to stay here."

"Clarke…" Jasper looks me in the eye in a shy and guarded way, "That was incredible. I have never seen something so amazing." I am dumb-founded; I gape at him like I've never seen him before. What was he saying?

Jasper continued talking, "You didn't flinch, didn't shy away from any of it. We would all be dead several times over if it wasn't for you. Thank you." Suddenly he was hugging me. Just as hastily as the hug began, it ended and he rushed upstairs. I look over to Miller, who is asleep. Thank god nobody else heard that.

"He's right you know." I jump and turn around. Bellamy. Jesus Christ, that guy knows how to sneak up on people. He smirks at my obvious surprise, which causes me to glare at him. This makes him laugh before he continues, "I'm being serious, Clarke. We need your medical expertise."

His compliment caught me more off guard than Jasper's. What the hell is this day turning into? I cough to clear my throat, "Um, thanks, I guess?" He laughs again.

"Anytime, Princess." His smile fades, "How's Miller?"

Back to business, that I can handle, "He's stable for now, but he's not going anywhere for a few days" His emotions are guarded as usual as I say this, which reminds me… "Oh and next time you're so worried about one of your friends, don't take my assistant. I would have been totally screwed if Jasper wasn't around." I was yelling now, great. This ass could always get this sort of reaction from me.

Bellamy looks taken aback at my sudden outburst, "I'm sorry, Princess, I didn't know you needed Octavia that badly…"

Now it was my turn to look shocked, "Of course I need her; she's the only one willing to learn anything about medicine. I'm not my mother, I need her help in these situations."

His expression changed to one of understanding, "Okay, Princess…Clarke." He walks over to me and places a hand on my shoulder, a comforting gesture. "I got you up early this morning and I know you're not a morning person, so go grab something to eat and get some sleep."

"I can't, I have to look after—." Bellamy cut me off.

"No, you don't have to do anything. I'll look after Miller, you go get some sleep." His voice is kind, but full of authority.

For some reason this annoys me, "You can't tell me what to do, Bellamy, I'm not one of your minions. I'm co-leader."

He smiles warmly, "I know, that's why it's not an order. It's a friendly request."

I have to smile at that, my anger mollified. "Well alright then, maybe some sleep is needed."

I start to walk off the dropship when I hear Bellamy say, "Pleasant dreams, Princess." As I turn around to look at him, I see him facing Miller. Maybe I just imagined it; Bellamy doesn't say things like that. I must be more tired than I thought.

A/N- So that's the first chapter! What do you all think? I should be posting another within the next few days, maybe sooner, depends how inspiration strikes, but I promise I won't keep you waiting too long