Author's Note: This fic will contain drabbles. They're not in any specific order, and most likely not even related. Some of them might be AU.
All drabbles will be Bellamy/Clarke.
This one is set after Clarke kills Atom.
He'd thought her to be a privileged brat. But now, as he watched her kneel down by Atom, he saw her differently. The pain on her face, and the way she shook her head to signal that it was too late. As she told him she was there to help, and plunged the knife into his throat, the sadness overwhelmed her eyes. And even as broken as she looked at having to do that, he couldn't help but find her strong.
Upon seeing it was too late, she didn't hesitate to end his suffering. All the screaming Jasper had been doing was upsetting everyone, and he had promised to kill the kid himself if he wasn't better. But suddenly, Bellamy had this faith in her. In Clarke. If she said he could be saved, he could be saved.
He hadn't been able to do it. All the talk he'd been doing, when it all came down to it, he couldn't end the boy's life. Clarke had done it. Clarke had saved him from having to carry out such a hard task, and saved Atom from the suffering he'd have continued to endure.
As they walked back to the camp, he couldn't help but watch her. He hadn't noticed it before, but she was beautiful. She was strong, and he was filled a new found respect for her.
For some reason he couldn't quite explain, he trusted her, and he would help keep Jasper safe from the others as long as she said there was hope.