Bellamy
He had been in the middle of his early morning training when Bellamy got Octavia's call. His workout is completely forgotten when her shaky, scared voice says his name. He pushes his rage down deep and is striding out the door of the house to his truck before he even hangs up the phone.
Peeling away from the curb, Bellamy breaks every speed limit and makes it to the hospital within ten minutes. He manages to remember to throw on the extra t-shirt in his truck before barrelling through the parking lot and through the ER doors.
Bellamy manages to keep a lid on his temper until almost unleashing it at the sudden appearance of Octavia's boyfriend. Later, he would mentally thank the Princess for stepping between them but right now he is too angry.
When Clarke takes the police a few feet away from Octavia to talk, Bellamy slips along the wall to get closer eavesdrop.
She tells the police what happened in a very detailed and business-like description. His eyes dip down to the bruising finger marks on her arm when she gets to the part about the asshole grabbing her and Bellamy can feel his temper starting to slip its leash again.
He hears Clarke account the part of the story where Octavia got hurt and Bellamy is having to use breathing exercises to keep from tearing into a rage. His ears perk up when Clarke starts giving a description of the men and Bellamy's body goes into a predatory stillness as he listens.
One quick check to make sure Octavia is still okay and Bellamy backs away from where she sits, curled up in Lincoln's arms on the bed. Turning from the sight, Bellamy comes face to face with the Princess.
"No." Is all she says but there is no way that this stuck up rich girl is stopping him from hunting down the assholes that hurt his sister and beating the absolute shit out of them.
"Move, Princess."
He says and tries to walk around her but Clarke steps into his way again.
"No." She says again.
Bellamy glares down at the bossy blonde.
"I'm warning you, Griffin. Move." He says more forcefully and steps menacingly into her personal space.
"Warning me? What are you going to do? You move one muscle in the direction of going after those creeps and I will tell that nice police officer where you are going. I'm pretty sure they frown on vigilante justice in most states."
Clarke juts out her chin at him in defiance and Bellamy is just about to tear into her when he notices the wobble of that stubborn chin. His eyes fly back up to Clarke's and feels himself backing down at the sight of her almost successfully fighting off tears. Bellamy takes a small step back as his gaze flicks down to the darkening bruise on Clarke's arm.
Scrubbing a hand over his face and through his hair, he stretches the tension out of his shoulders and then reaches out an arm in invitation.
Clarke gives him a shocked and then puzzled expression but takes a tentative step forward. Bellamy pulls Clarke into his embrace and hugs her tight until she starts to relax slightly. After a few seconds, Bellamy feels most of the tension in her body release and Clarke starts sobbing into his shoulder.
He has no idea how long he stands there, letting Clarke cry and rubbing comforting circles into her back but he almost jumps when he hears Octavia's voice from behind them.
"Your hugs should be medically prescribed, Bel."
Bellamy turns with Clarke still in his arms to look at his sister and the fierce way she's gripping Lincoln's hand and keeping him close.
"Well, a bloody nose and a split lip but otherwise, I'm fine and I can go home."
Clarke has been pulling herself together since O started talking and now she loosens her arms around Bellamy and steps back.
"Uh, ya. I should be getting home too." She says awkwardly wiping at her face and turning away to hide the embarrassed look on her face.
"You are NOT going back to that apartment by yourself tonight." Octavia lets go of Lincoln to march over and grab Clarke by the shoulders and force her to face them.
"You are coming home with us and we are going to have that Disney sleepover."
Octavia turns to Bellamy and says in the same no-nonsense tone.
"And Linc is going to come over after he finishes his shift in a couple hours."
Bellamy just nods at his sister and she seems relieved that he doesn't object.
An hour later after Octavia is discharged and given her statement to the police, Octavia and Clarke jump up into Bellamy's truck and he drives them back to their little home.
Bellamy starts working out front again but when Lincoln pulls up to the curb and parks, Bellamy follows him into the house to stand awkwardly as they take in the girls, curled together on the floor of the living room, fast asleep in fluffy pjs, surrounded by pillows and blankets as Aladdin plays on the flat screen.
Lincoln looks to Bellamy with an amused smirk and motions towards Octavia.
"Do you mind if I move her to her bed?"
Begrudgingly grateful that he asked, Bellamy agrees with a nod of his head and watches Lincoln get down to scoop O off the floor and carefully tuck her blanket around her as he carries her to her room and closes the door behind him.
Narrowing his eyes at the closed door, Bellamy returns his gaze to Clarke and notes that his sister must have lent her some pyjamas because they are about two sizes too small for the curvy woman. Bellamy dismisses any further thought on the subject as he sighs and carefully slides his arms under Clarke to lift her up.
When Clarke sleepily snuggles into his chest, Bellamy can't help but notice how good she feels. He banishes that thought too as he toes open the door to his own room and gently places Clarke in the centre of his bed, tucking the blankets in around her.
Bellamy is turning towards the door to leave when a small whimper from behind him makes him stop, sigh and then close the door before walking back to climb onto the bed beside Clarke. He rolls Clarke over to face him and tucks her into his chest as he gets himself comfortable and dozes off.