Points for Kass Morgan – a small section of this chapter was taken from the 100 novel, I can't take credit for it all.
Hope you enjoy!
15 minutes later, a scowling girl and a smirking boy left the 100's camp. Bellamy purposely hung back, walking 1 or 2 meters behind Clarke, humouring himself, trying to tempt a rise out of her. But also he liked to watch her from behind. It had been a long time since Bellamy had let himself relax, let himself think about anything other than the well-being of his people. He was now bored, tired of being responsible, and because of his weeks of strong leadership, baiting Clarke was going to be his reward.
Clarke knew Bellamy was trying to annoy her, and she tried her best to not let it get under her skin. They walked steadily for about an hour, climbing at a slight incline. They stopped at the top of a hill overlooking a valley, under the shade of a large leafy tree. A small stream ran past them, and Clarke, after depositing her pack on the floor, cupped her hands in it and, raising it to her lips, took a large gulp. She repeated the motion, but instead poured it over her face and neck, trying to minimise the effects of the growing heat.
"Down there." Bellamy said, pointing down into the valley. Quizzically, Clarke brushed her hair of her forehead, where it clung with beads of water, and followed the direction he was pointing in. She could just make out an outline of some smouldering objects, their obviously metal surfaces glinting in the early afternoon sun.
"Good," Clarke said, getting to her feet, "let's get moving then." She shouldered her pack, and started down the slope, knowing without hesitation that Bellamy would follow her.
After a time, Bellamy's shirt began sticking to his chest with sweat, it was an unpleasant feeling. Pausing briefly, Bellamy dropped his pack and tugged his shirt over his head. He tied the loose fabric onto the straps of his pack before walking on.
Clarke haltered at the edge of the tree line, pausing to scan the clearing for potential threats.
"I think it's clear," she said, turning over her shoulder to speak to Bellamy. She blanched when she saw his bare chest. The lines of it were smooth and unscathed, his muscles well looked after and his skin a tanned bronze all over...
"Princess?" Bellamy asked a grin notable in his tone. Clarke swallowed
"I'd recommend putting your shirt back on."
"Why? Are you worried you won't be able to control yourself? Because if you're concerned about my virtue, I have to tell you, I'm not –"
"I meant," she cut him off with a small smile, "there are some poisonous plants out here that could make that pretty back of yours erupt with pus filled boils."
He shrugged. "For all I know, that might be your thing, Princess. I'll take my chances." Clarke laughed, and Bellamy felt his heart grow warm, and he couldn't help smiling back at her.
The 2 of them walked briskly from the tree line, Bellamy swinging his arms with ease. An array of metal containers were scattered around a broken metal cargo pod, scorched black in places from its fiery landing. Clarke scanned the boxes, looking at the symbols on the front, trying to find anything of importance.
"Clarke!" Bellamy said from a few meters away, "I think I've found something." Clarke turned at the sound of Bellamy's voice, and crouched down next to him. Her heart soared when she recognized the familiar symbol on the front – the red cross of medical equipment. She clawed at the container in desperation, but the heat of the landing had melted the lock shut. "Here let me," Bellamy said, drawing a knife from his pocket. He slowly worked at the lid, prying at it, until it cracked open. Filled with sudden energy, Clarke leapt on the contents of the box, mentally listing its contents, her hope and happiness rising with each object. Sterile bandages, needles, tourniquets, medicines, and even a few precious jars of Universal Antidote. With a cry, she stood up, Bellamy rising with her.
"Bellamy look," she said, pleasure written all over her face. Bellamy looked a little baffled. "This is everything, everything I could have asked for! I can keep our people alive!" She flung herself at Bellamy, wrapping her arms tight around his neck, not caring that they were both sweaty from a day's walks. Bellamy instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, steadying her at first, but her happiness was contagious, so, with a laugh, he lifted her from her feet, spinning her in a circle.
He placed her feet firmly back onto the floor, both of them breathing heavily. Clarke's head rested against his bare chest, and Bellamy felt a strange stirring inside of him. He tightened his hold on Clarke, and she looked up at him. In Bellamy's mind that moment was perfect – her head lifted, their eyes met, and his heart stopped beating.