OH HI. I just wanted to let you know I appreciate reviews just to help me know what parts you guys enjoy in any plots I come up with. I have not read the books so I'm basing mine straight off the show alone. And I tend to pick up my stories where the show leaves off unless its a side thought or a oneshot. This isn't one. It's mainly to keep my bellarke soul contained until the second season spoilers start to come out. Yeah I dig spoilers so sue me. OK IM SHUTTING UP. BYE
The white walls may have been the opposite color of the ones on the arc but they felt the same. Cold and never changing. It had been months since mountain men had taken Clarke Griffin. Healed her bruises and put her up in a stark white room with no windows to see a damn thing in this world. Clarke felt like she was loosing her mind. Her thoughts betrayed her every other second of what felt like never ending days. She swore there were days where she saw Finn pass her window between her and Monty's rooms. She was brought back to reality when Monty's face would appear to still from his forever pacing and look at her worriedly through the tiny glass windows of their doors. She would realize she was staring blankly through the glass with her eyes moving back and forth as if Finn was running around outside. She figured he was there to save them all. He wasn't and realistically he was probably dead. The blast the day of the grounder attack would likely have killed both him and Bellamy.
Then there was Bellamy. The only thing Clarke began to do that even she did not expect was she stopped seeing Finn within a few days of being kept at Mount Weather. It was always Bellamy after that. She imagined his face sliding by with his annoying smirk that said he was smarter then the mountain men keeping her prisoner and he had planned their rescue down to a T for months now. It still astounded her that one of Bellamy's smirks could say enough in two seconds flat. She wanted him to know what to do now. She wanted him to save her and the others. She thought that much of him and after all this time Clarke still believed in him. What she wanted most of all was for him and Finn to be alive. She also rationally pushed back the feelings due to the silence she always heard. She had plenty of time to think of all the horrible things that were to happen and once she had finished with those she began cycling in thoughts of what her life had lacked as if she would die standing in front of that door with a tiny window. She began to realize in the white room, and possibly even before then, that Finn wasn't what she really wanted and he hadn't been for a while. Besides the fact he had broken her heart, Clarke had changed. She was different. More internally brutal and more willing to make "the hard decisions." Like Bellamy had told her. Finn wasn't like her and Bellamy and it was okay, helpful at times, but not what she needed as a man. Clarke needed an equal and deep down she knew Finn could never fill that spot, even if he was alive.
Why after all that time had Clarke even thought it possible that either Finn or Bellamy could even still be breathing? Possibly because she knew Raven wasn't dead. A few days after she woke up at Mount Weather she heard enough of a commotion being made outside her door that she went to check it out. She saw a seriously pissed off Raven being dragged down the hallway by mountain men and shoved into a room next to hers. She had obviously been in some sort of major hospital wing because her ribs looked healed through the white cotton. As soon as the men cleared the hallway everything went quiet. Nobody came to their doors. Nobody asked them questions. They had food given to them but it was brought by an automatic dispensary system inside their rooms.
This was how it had been. So quiet and so monotonous that today was enough to give Clarke a heart attack. A large alarm had sounded off. It wasn't real to Clarke at first. She thought she had imagined the sound. After a few seconds her door opened with a loud bang and a mountain man came barreling into her room. His gloved hands grabbed Clarke so insanely hard she knew she would have a bruise on her waist.
"Let me go!" Clarke screamed startled by the sound of her own voice. It was a cross between fear and outrage. "Where are you taking me?!" The mountain man wasn't walking normally. His steps were scattered and much faster then necessary. Clarke realized something was wrong by his jerky movements. He had flung her over his shoulder and Clarke began to kick and punch. "I swear I'll kill you. Somehow I promise." She said up at the helmeted body carrying her frantically down hallways that led to nowhere Clarke recognized.
"That's no way to talk to your knight in shining armor princess." That voice. The kind of voice that slips down your spine and demands you listen up with enthusiasm. Not that it slipped down Clarke's spine easily. She normally ignored that part of this voice.
"Be…Bellamy?" Clarke murmured, eyes bulging out looking up at his mask as he carried her over his shoulder. "Why are you carrying me I can walk you know!" Her words made Bellamy bump her body up to send a message. He felt her stomach huff out angrily making him grin underneath his helmet.
"Shut up Princess it's our cover. Pass out if you see anyone coming. There will be time to talk later." Bellamy knew the cover was shit but it was all he had as he started running over the map of the building in his mind. He stumbled towards the staircase that would lead them down to the forest where he knew there would be armed guards. He bumped Clarke a few times only because he got to touch her backside to steady her down the stairs. He did it on purpose and Clarke was getting antsy because she felt every hand muscle through the gloves clenching her ass on the way down the stairs. Her face was less then amused when Bellamy put her down. He knew she was out of it by the twisted look on her face.
"I don't…I can't believe you're…how did you…" She stuttered quietly at a masked Bellamy while she looked extremely confused in front of the door to the garden. She went to push it open before even thinking and Bellamy grabbed her wrists back quickly. He pulled her back from the door. The alarms were screaming at them to hurry.
"You're going to have to run Clarke. I can't promise we will make it out but," Bellamy got cut off by Clarke as she looked down at her bare feet.
"Anything is better then a small room for months on end. I'm ready when you are."
The next few minutes were sheer chaos. Bellamy kicked open the door and the night sky creped into the stairwell along with the laser lights of a dozen armed guards. The guards were far enough away that the path Bellamy had laid out for the two of them to run was barely manageable. Clarke narrowly missed several blows to the head and the sound of them passing her skull shook her confidence for a few seconds. Bellamy grabbed her hand and dragged her faster into the woods ahead of them. She knew they were being chased and even though she felt twigs and rocks tearing at her feet she ran hard and fast. Before she knew it Clarke felt the world fall away beneath her. Her stomach dropped and all breath left her as she fell down a black hole and landed firmly on a pile of dirt next to a rail track. Once Clarke had a second to collect herself she recognized the tunnels they had fallen into. She panicked and quickly scanned for Bellamy who had rolled off to the other side of the dirt pile. He ripped off his mask and stood up to find her. Clarke was shaking head to toe from the cold damp air and lack of shoes on her feet. Bellamy didn't move towards her he just took a minute to look at her. Clarke moved first.
"I thought you were dead." She practically spat at him as she started towards him. Her mind was starting to wrap itself around the idea that this was reality and she wasn't still in that tiny fucking white room.
"I thought the same of you until recently." Bellamy spat back with a look of disdain. He had just saved her life and she looked upset that he was even alive. He furrowed his brows while taking off his jacket and said "I'm sorry did you want me to leave you in there?" Clarke had trudged slowly towards him as he spoke and was now close enough to touch.
"Thank you." She said as her eyes softened and her lip turned in as though she could cry. She reached out and grabbed fists full of Bellamy's tee shirt pulling him into her. She didn't even hug him properly, just clung to the front of him out of sheer need. She had always needed him but never like this. He had saved her life again only this time it was on a much larger scale and she didn't know if she could ever rectify it.
"You're welcome Clarke." Bellamy's face went from shock to a softened puppy stare. He looked down at Clarke not knowing what was happening or why his blood started boiling when she grabbed him as hard as she did. All he could do was wrap his hands around her body and do what he used to do with Octavia when she got scared back on her arc. "I've got you. I won't let anything happen to you," he whispered through her wavy blonde locks knowing he owed her this. Clarke bravely reminded him to be who he truly was and believe in him when he had left the good parts of him in a jail cell on the arc. He would forever pay that debt to her. Clarke dropped down to the ground and pulled Bellamy down with her. His knees dropping one at a time so his face still hovered slightly above her.
"Clarke are you alright?! What happened in there? Did they hurt you, touch you, do anything to you at all?" Bellamy's voice started out concerned then took on an angry tone when he started thinking about anyone putting their hands on Clarke. In any way shape or form it was making him ache inside. Clarke didn't speak. She hadn't spoken in months so she just shook her head while she stared up at him. He looked the same. Shaggy hair and big stern brown eyes that had always worried Clarke. She didn't think about what she did next. She raised her body shaking down to her bones. Bellamy looked more and more worried about her sanity every second as he slid off the thick gloves so his hands were bare.
"Clarke talk to me. What happened in there?" Bellamy slowly and rather boldly took her face into his hands. He pulled her closer to him out of concern for her. He could see her mind racing behind her eyes.
She didn't speak. She only acted. Her body plunged up at him and her lips slid on his. It was one quick kiss that started it all. His eyes flew open at her in shock. Bellamy wasn't sure what this feeling even was but he went with it because it was Clarke and nobody had gotten under his skin this way besides Octavia. He grabbed her rougher then intended and kissed her harder then he had ever kissed anyone. He ran his left hand down her body to her waist and pulled her into him. Her skin was cool under the thin white cloth tank top. Clarke was filled with so many emotions it overwhelmed her body. Her mental clarity had faded and all that mattered was Bellamy was here and he had her and that was it. It was real and this was the proof she needed. His breath was hot but sweet and his muscles where tense under his shirt. Probably due to his struggle to not rip every ounce of clothing off of their bodies but he kept reminding himself now was no time for that. They were in the reaper tunnels after all. The tunnels were less crowded these days but he was still taking precautions. Eventually he slowed down and pulled his lips free.
This was the first time they had ever hugged each other let alone kissed. Clarke had lived this moment of freedom in her head for months now like it was some dream that would never see the light of day. Yet, here it was and it was warm and felt like home. Bellamy felt like home to her now. The unexpected kiss shook her back to reality. She backed away and shook it off. Vulnerable wasn't her style usually but emotions were what they were to Clarke and she didn't like to drown in them unless it was utter bliss. Bellamy's eyes stayed shut a few seconds longer and he finally looked at her.
"Wasn't expecting that but," Bellamy looked dazed, "You know I'm not Finn right? You haven't gone that crazy have you?" He looked at her like it was an honest possibility and Clarke had to punch his arm.
"No I'm not crazy," she half smiled at him, "and I'm glad your not Finn. He is alive though isn't he?" Clarke asked quickly to save the fact that his safety was still important to her. Bellamy nodded but his face looked grim.
"He's not doing so well. He caught the initial blunt of the blast instead of me," Bellamy looked disappointed in himself, "Lincoln has him across the river with a tribe that doesn't have the same medical supplies as the Mountain Men." Bellamy said it knowing that his mission wasn't complete until he brought back supplies to save the guy who saved him first. Finn was barely breathing these days.
"Clarke we need to get you suited up. Were heading back in there for the rest of our people and medical supplies." Bellamy stood up and offered Clarke a hand to stand. Clarke shook herself up a little and then grinned at him. He had come such a long way since day one on the drop ship. She was about to bring up how they needed to go back for the others before leaving the area.
"Glad to be back in the game."