A/N There is the second installment of Only Just A Dream, I hope you guys are enjoying this, again no infringement or copyright intended, the song it was based off is Just A Dream by Nelly. The last installment I will tell you the movie.
Clarke woke up screaming, and she quickly shut her eyes, she could feel herself shaking. Wait, she wasn't shaking, someone was shaking her. She peaked there her lashes to see Bellamys worried face. He was leaning over her, shirtless, his hair unruly and his face was twisted into something full of fear.
Fear for her.
"Princess? Clarke, wake up." He shook her again, this time she opened her eyes fully. "Clarke, what is wrong." He kept his hand on her shoulder, pulling her body close to his, but angling away so he could still see her face.
"I...I had a nightmare." she whispered, curling close to him, the image of the white walls still made her sick.
"You were screaming, Clarke. And, well, you yelled my name." His dark eyes studied her, his protective side was showing through them.
"I saw the Grounder attack, only, I couldn't help you. I just watched…" She felt tears welled in her eyes, making her vision blurry, but she blinked them away quickly. She would not cry in front of Bellamy again.
"Clarke, it was only a dream." He whispered, kissing her cheek, then trailing it down to the corner of her mouth, then laid a gentle kiss on her lips. She closed her eyes and sighed against his mouth.
It was only a dream.
When she finally untangled herself from Bellamy, she dressed, giving Bellamy a small wink, she walked toward the dropship were Jasper and Raven were re-wiring it for some new idea. They made a good team, and it was cute watching them. Perhaps Raven was moving on from Finn.
She looked up and saw some kids with minor cuts from putting the wall back up, and treated Miller when he bumped his head on something, leaving a long cut on his forehead.
The day seemed to fly by and the camp gathered by the large bonfire, muttering daily gossip when the guards yelled for the gates to open. Lincoln was back, and had the best news.
"The Ark had come down. My scouts and I found survivors!" he yelled, Clarke notice Octavia make her way toward him, a huge smile on her face. Clarke shared that smile when she saw an older woman make her way past the gate.
"Mom." Clarke whispered. She whirled to catch Bellamy smiling at her, he noticed her mom too. She stood without thinking, and found herself running to her mom. Abby smiled, pulling her daughter close.
"Mom, you made it, you're alive!" Clarke cried, pulling away to take her mom in. She was a little thinner than before. Her moms bright eyes took her in too. Something was off about it, but Clarke pushed it far from her mind. Her mom was back, and she was alive.
Things on Earth were looking better. The light at the end of the tunnel.
Clarke opened her eyes, and with little surprise found herself back in the white room. The room was foreign to her. This wasn't where she belonged. The walls seemed to close in on her. She walked to the window, nothing in the hall really changed, and Monty wasn't at the window.
She missed him.
She missed them all.
Perhaps it was her fault. IF she would've done anything different, perhaps they would be alive.
She forcefully shook her head, as if to shake the thoughts away. This wasn't real. This was a dream. This wasn't real. It was just a dream.
"Leave me alone!" she yelled, "This isn't real." she whispered to herself, her pale hair looked even paler, the light has harsh against her.
She crawled back into the bed. This isn't real. Wake up. Wake Up WAKE UP
Clarke jumped up from where she was laying, bumping into something warm. Bellamy was laying next to her. Her memory failed her when she tried to remember how she got there. Instead of pushing it, she turned to face Bellamy. His face was peaceful, his exposed chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. She didn't want to fall back asleep, she didn't want to see the goddamn room again. She dug around in a little bag she had brought to the tent, it was like a little overnight bag. It was full of meager possessions, a few pencils, and her sketch pad she found in the little bunker that Finn had showed her.
She started sketching Bellamy, studying the line of his jaw, the shadow of his cheeks, trying to capture him in his vulnerable sleep. Her eyes found his freckles that dotted his nose and cheeks. His dark hair was a curly mess that Clarke had to repress the urge to touch and play with.
With his stark features, he was handsome. His usual tan skin was marred with purple splotches and pink healing cuts on his nose and near his temple. Unable to sleep, nor did she want to, she stood and walked into the cool night, which was now turning into dawn. A few stray teens were still sitting by the fire.
"Clarke?" She turned to see Finn, his face was still masked with sleep. An image of his face flashed in her head, his face when she left him in the middle of the grounder attack. She felt her face crumple. She felt something wrong with this. Finn's eyes snapped open and he wrapped his arms around her, "Oh, Clarke, what's wrong?" He held her up, she hated feeling weak, especially infront of people.
"I just have this bad feeling." She whispered, sniffing. She sounded awful.
"It's Earth, who doesn't? Why don't you go back to sleep?"
"Because when I sleep, I have an awful nightmare." She replied.
"Oh." Well, that's helpful, Clarke thought bitterly. But she felt to comfy to move. Her dream still haunted her. The dream where her friends were dead.
Its just a dream
It seemed like life times later, the sky was finally lightening a shade of pink. Finn still hugged her close. She was still happy he was in her life. Even though it was beyond complicated, but he was still her friend.
"Clarke?" A new voice broke the voice, it was low and husky and her heart leaped at the sound of it.
"Hey." She said back, pulling apart from Finn, who still looked sleepy.
"You were gone, I was looking for you, but I guess you're good." He turned on his heel and walked back toward the tent. Clearly seething.
"I should go calm him down." Finn simply nodded, trying to stifle a yawn.
She hugged once more before walking back toward Bellamys tent. She found him lying on his back, arm over his face hiding his eyes, clearly ignoring her. But she was too tired to put a fascade or fight with him. She simply laid on him. her head fitting into the crook of his neck, her arms wrapped around his chest. He didn't move, just tensed. She fought for against sleep. She couldn't bare to see those white walls that caged her in. No one should be locked up, caged away from life.
"You mad?" She pressed her lips to his neck as she spoke.
"What's with you and him?" He still didn't acknowledge the fact Clarke was laying on him.
"He is my friend. I love him like I do Octavia, or Raven, or Jasper and Monty. But Bellamy, I am in love with you. You get that, right?" She pulled away to look at his face, he had uncovered his eyes and was staring at her.
He looked at her a long time, his leader mask fading slowly, his eyes lightening. Instead of answering, he kissed her, slowly and sweetly. They used to communicate through quick glances, making sure they were okay. It was the same through their kisses. It was communicating all the couldn't say. The kiss deepened until they heard a voice outside of the tent.
"Yo, Bellamy, it's Miller, look there is a delinquent who is starting shit out here, we need your help."
Bellamy pulled away to look at the opening, "I'll be out." His deep voice rumbled through his chest.
"Duty calls, get some sleep, Princess, you look exhausted." He maneuvered out from under her, quickly tucking her in and kissing her forehead before she could protest.
She liked this Bellamy, and wondered if this was the Bellamy that was almost exclusive to Octavia.
"See you." She whispered, and she could barely hear Bellamy whisper, "I love you." She smiled as her eyes shut.
Clarke woke in her white room, this time there was a man dressed in a blue silk suit standing in front of her bed. "I am Dr. Simons, you are known as Clarke Griffin?" He had a slight accent, black trimmed hair, thick black glasses on his squarish face.
"Fuck off." She hissed. She felt cornered.
"I am here to evaluate your psychiatric care."
"Get me out of this room!" Clarke growled, curling tighter on her bed.
"I am afraid I cannot do that." He just stood there. It was unnerving.
"This isn't real, you are not real. I can control this."
"Not real?" He asked, curious.
"This is a dream. I am stressed, and this is a nightmare, but I can wake up."
"I see, and how long have you been having this dream?"
"About a month." Clarke spat. He wasn't real.
"And when you wake up, where are you?" He asked, his hands slid into his pockets.
"Back home, with my family, with my mom, with Bellamy."
"And he was the co-leader?"
"You ask a lot of questions for being a figment of my imagination." Clarke laughed, "I am going to wake up now." Clarke squeezed her eyes shut, Wake Up now Clarke. Wake Up, it isn't real…
"Hey sleeping beauty, you awake yet?" Bellamy poked his head through the tents opening.
She smiled despite the sickening feeling in her stomach. "Yeah, I am up."
"Good, 'cause Monty bumped his head and needs to be looked at, and Jasper almost blew his hands off trying to impress Raven. Oh and you're mom is up." He walked in, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Hey, you okay?" He wipped this hand over her cheek, wiping away stray tears.
"Yeah, just a nightmare." She whispered back.
Alright you guys, it's the second part. I will post the third and final one at the end of the week hopefully, but till then can you decide what is real? Don't forget to comment because I am new to this and when I see comments I get so excited. I also have have a story I will post when I get it off my iPod that I had posted to tumblr.
Till then, enjoy.