Yay! Here's another Bellarke chapter, Clarke's POV; don't worry Bellamy's POV chapters are coming, please enjoy and be patient!

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Clarke's POV

Clarke was well acquainted with the numerous facets of Bellamy's character. But among others, the more well-known of his traits was his hot-headed and lethal personality.

Bellamy had a very short temper and could lash out at a moment's notice which caused many of the members of the 100 to give him a wide birth and why typically when it came between opposing Bellamy or backing down, backing down always won out.

Except of course, when it came to Clarke.

She was so used to his hot-headedness it barely even phased her anymore much less cause her to cower in fear like everyone else; someone had to call Bellamy out on his shit and she didn't mind taking up that responsibility in the slightest.

Lethal or not, Bellamy wasn't going to walk all over her or bend her to his will.

No way in hell.

What Clarke didn't realize is that Bellamy's lethal tendencies had a very bright and possitive side to them.

The night after Raven dropped from the sky in the escape pod, everyone was thrilled; they finally had a means of communication with The Arc which also meant, kids could get in contact with their families and loved ones back home.

But for Clarke, this ray of hope was overshadowed when she discovered that Raven was in fact Finn's old girlfriend from The Arc and she'd fought to make it all the way down here just for him.

Finn had never mentioned Raven's name to her. Not ever.

He hadn't even said the word 'girlfriend' to her but once Raven leapt into his arms, kissing him senseless, there was no way Clarke could deny it or run away from what was clearly right in front of her.

"Clarke..." Finn attempted to explain...discreetly, but Clarke would have none of it.

"Don't. Okay? Just...don't." She gave him no room for explainations and forced herself to shift into medic mode as Raven had had a rough landing and sustained some injuries. They halled her back to med bay-even though the firey brunette insisted it was 'just a scratch' Clarke was taking no chances.

Later that night, the rest of the camp had broken out Monty's moonshine and started a bonfire in celebration of Raven's arrival, bringing means to radio back to The Arc. It wasn't long before the party had turned pretty wild and more than half the kids were well on their way to being more than a little tipsy as they laughed, danced and yelled at the top of their lungs.

Clarke however hadn't been in the mood for celebrating. Not even close.

She'd sequestered herself away in her tent but she wasn't left alone long before Octavia burst in with an obnoxious giggle and a tin cup brimming with moonshine, begging and pleading with Clarke to come join the party.

Clarke made a few excuses but soon saw that she was getting nowhere with the bright-eyed girl and so reluctantly, she relented and allowed herself to be dragged out into the chaos.

She felt out of place at first. Afterall, she'd never even been to a party.

"Hey Princess, I didn't expect to see you here." Bellamy shouted over the noisy crowd, his lips curled upward in a smirk as he took a long swig of moonshine.

He was obviously a bit tipsy.

"Well to be honest, I wouldn't be but your sister makes a hard case, it's not like I had much of a choice!" She yelled back but her face lit up with a smile despite herself.

"Mmm, yeah not many people can say no to O." He agreed, snickering. "Here." He pulled a half-filled tin cup from Miller who was just passing by, and handed it to Clarke. "Might as well make the best of it since you're here."

She gazed down uncertainly at the contents of the cup but then uttered a hasty "fuck it" squeezed her eyes shut and knocked it back.

The clear liquid burned almost like acid down her throat and Clarke bent over as she coughed and sputtered, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Oh my god, what the hell is this, battery acid?!" She cringed disgustedly and turned to look at Bellamy.

The rebel leader was eyeing her with an amused smirk on his lips and mirth dancing in his eyes. "What's the matter, Princess? never drank before?"

"Uh not this shit, no!"

He gufawed at her use of swearing. "So moonshine must turn you into a sailor, huh!"

"Don't be an ass." She rolled her eyes but once again, she was smiling.

She was starting to loosen up and enjoy herself and she couldn't help but see why Bellamy was such a party animal.

Who wouldn't enjoy themselves in an atmosphere like this?

As the night wore on, Clarke downed more and more moonshine and pretty soon, she'd lost count on how many she'd had; was this her sixth or seventh cup?

Whatever.

It's not like anyone else was keeping track, to hell with it. Besides after the rough day she'd had she deserved to let lose and not give a damn for once.

Some of the kids had fashioned make-shift drums from some of the drop ship wreckage and Clarke found herself rocking, turning and twisting to the alluring beat as she moved through the crowd.

She brushed into someone and was about to call out a careless 'excuse me' when she saw who it was.

Finn.

His eyes widened when he saw her and then they shot to the half-full cup of moonshine in her hand and she could practically smell the judgement rolling off of him.

"Whoa, Clarke...what are you doing here?"

"Uh wha does it look like I'm doin'?" Her words were slightly slurred and Finn was stunned that she'd become actually drunk.

"Clarke you-how many of those have you had?"

She hiccupped. "Oop! Does it matter?" She tipped her head back, her body swaying to the side precariously as she downed the rest of her moonshine in one gulp.

"Ahhh...thas...rrrrrreallly goood, I nnnee a refil...*Hiccup*" She was about to make her way back to the moonshine barrel when Finn grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from the crowd and towards the edge of camp.

"Heyyyy...where we going? I...I need some moonshine...F-Finnnnn!"

They made it to a section of the wall that was much less visible to the rest of camp and only then did Finn let go of her arm.

He paced back and forth, running angry hands through his hair and then he came to a sudden stop in front of her.

"Ooo. You look tense." She drawled, attempting to take a sip of moonshine even though her cup was empty.

"Clarke you're drunk."

"Not completely? but I am a bit tipsy, yes."

"This isn't like you, Clarke I don't get what's happened to you."

At that comment, Clarke instantly sobbered and tossing her tin cup to the ground she turned away from him but not before she narrowed her eyes at him resentfully. "As if you have any right to talk about...how much I've changed."

"Look, I've been wanting to explain to you but you won't give me a chance, you won't even look at me anymore, like you're doing right now."

"That's because I don't want any of your excuses, Finn!" She faced him now and her blue eyes were angry but there was pain written all over her face and it almost looked like she might break down and cry at any moment. "There is nothing to explain, I have nothing to say to you; you have a girlfriend and you didn't tell me. That's it. You hid Raven from me because you felt lonely and then you used me to make yourself feel better and now she's back so...good for you, I hope you're really happy together." She brushed passed him but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

"It wasn't like that with you, Clarke and you know it! You know we had something, you know what I felt and I know you felt it too-"

"Honestly, I don't know what I-felt anymore, Finn." She threw her arms up in the air, shaking her head. "I don't know what-I don't know what any of it was but-it's over and I want nothing more to do with it-or you. So just let it go okay? Because I'm done talking about this, I don't want to talk about it anymore."

"Clarke, please..." He pleaded, taking her by her shoulders and backing her into the wall, he placed himself in front of her and his hands slid down her arms to grasp her hands. "Just...give me some time...I need to figure this all out, it's...complicated..."

"That's not my problem Finn, I'm not the one who made it complicated; you are because you lied. To both me and Raven. That's not on us, it's on you and you need to deal with it and leave me out of it." She tried to pull her hands away but Finn's grip suddenly tightened painfully as the look in his eyes turned desperate.

"You're not being fair, Clarke I deserve a chance to explain-"

"Let go of me, Finn."

But it was like Finn didn't hear her anymore; he just kept holding onto her hands, begging and pleading for her to listen but Clarke was getting nervous and soon, Finn started shaking her and her nervousness turned to fear.

"If you would just listen-!"

"Finn, you're hurting me! Stop it, you're scaring me, Finn-"

"It's because of him isn't it! Eversince everything happened, you've been following Bellamy around like he's so wonderful, what did he do to you, Clarke?!"

"He-hasn't done-anything! Bellamy's my partner, he has-nothing to do with this, Finn stop it, please!" She felt the tears burning at the corners of her eyes and a few slipped down her cheeks as she struggled agianst Finn.

"I believe the Princess told you-to let her go."

Both Finn and Clarke stopped struggling and when she looked over his shoulder, she saw Bellamy standing only a few feet away.

He looked completely sobber but his eyes were almost like black holes as he glared at Finn's hands where they still held Clarke in a vice-like grip...

...and he was furious.

Clarke had never been so happy to Bellamy in her entire life. "Bellamy..." She whispered his name.

Bellamy's eyes flickered to Clarke's face and they softened when he heard her utter his name.

She looked so relieved to see him, he almost wished she would look at him like that, every day for the rest of his life.

Wait, what?

He shook off the thought then refocused his eyes back to the Spacewalker.

"What's going on here?" His question was clipped and he practically hissed when he caught Finn's fingers tighten around Clarke's wrists.

She grimmaced.

"It doesn't concern you, Bellamy so just go back to the party."

"Actually, it does concern me, now let her go." His voice had a very dangerous edge to it that actually made Clarke shiver.

Finn glanced irritatedly at Bellamy only to find the older boy's face was mere inches from his and since Bellamy stood a good five inches taller than him, he towered over him, glaring dangerously. "I won't ask you again, Spacewalker. Let. Her. Go."

But Finn made the careless mistake of only scoffing in Bellamy's face and turning his back on him.

In the next instant, Bellamy had Finn by the neck in an iron grasp and viciously yanked him away from Clarke.

Angered, Finn swung at him, catching Bellamy just above the eye with his elbow jab but it didn't deter Bellamy in the slightest and he kicked Finn in the back of the knee, throwing him off balance.

Not giving Finn an inch, Bellamy then wrapped a hand around his throat and with the full force of his body, he slammed Finn on his back into the ground.

Clarke gasped; she could have sworn she felt a tremor in the ground at the shear force of Bellamy's attack.

Bellamy hadn't released Finn's neck and he took a knee on Finn's chest, digging it into him and making it harder and harder for Finn to breathe.

"I said-let. Her. Go. If you ever-lay a hand on my princess again, I swear to god, I will kill you." He hissed venomously, punctuating his threat by tightening his grip around Finn's throat.

The younger boy began to choke.

"Bell...!" Clarke came and crouched down at Bellamy's side, putting a hand on his shoulder. "That's enough...he's had enough." She said softly.

Bellamy turned and looked at her over his shoulder. Her blue eyes still looked frightened but the soft smile on her face relieved him and he finally let Finn go.

He stood to his feet and ignoring the gasping spacewalker, he put his hand to the small of Clarke's back and guided her back to camp.

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The cut above Bellamy's eye from Finn's elbow attack had begun to bleed and even though he waved it off as nothing, Clarke insisted on cleaning and bandaging it.

Bellamy just rolled his eyes but he saw the worry and fear that still lingered in his princess' eyes so he didn't push her and allowed himself to be tended to.

Clarke returned to Bellamy's tent with the disinfectant, needle, thread and gauze and she settled on the edge of Bellamy's bed and turned sideways to face him.

"Needle and thread; really Princess? it's just a scratch." He prostested again, shaking his head.

"You don't know that, I have to get a good look at it first now shut up and hold still."

Bellamy sighed heavily but he stayed quiet and leaned forward as Clarke instructed.

Her hands flitted to either side of his face and she gently turned his head from side to side, inspecting the cut just above his right eye.

She inhaled sharply. "It's bleeding bad, Bell."

"I've had much worse than this, Princess."

"Yeah, so true unfortunately; when it comes to getting into fights and getting beat up, you're the worst of anybody."

"Hey, I was protecting you, I'll have you know." He defended and Clarke nearly burst out laughed when she saw the way his lips almost pouted and the hurt look in his eyes.

"Yeah believe me, I know, I was there." She shook her head, laughing at him as she dabbed some disinfectant on the cut and kept his face steady with the other hand resting lightly against his jawline.

Her gentle touch made Bellamy squirm unconsciously but it wasn't unpleasent. In fact, he found that he really liked the feel of Clarke touching him and he could definitely get used to it.

He was snapped from his thoughts when he'd noticed the blonde had fallen silent for the last ten minutes and he looked into her eyes.

She was completely focused on tending his injury though so she didn't meet his gaze until she'd carefully bandaged his head wound.

"There, that should be healed well within a couple days or so, although I hate to tell you that you'll probably have a scar from now on.

Bellamy shrugged it off. "It's not a big deal, besides girls think scars are sexy."

She gave him an incredulous stare but Bellamy only smirked and winked at her which earned him a rolll of the eyes and a tsking.

Then the room fell silent again.

Bellamy watched intently as Clarke became very preoccupied with re-rolling the gauze and loosening then re-tightening the lid on the bottle of disinfectant.

"Did he hurt you?" He wasn't gonna beat around the bush. Bellamy always cut clean and straight to the point.

Clarke didn't meet his eyes and he could tell she was trying to deflect his question. "He was just trying to explain to me about Raven, that's all and he was a little upset that I didn't want to hear it."

"He was more than just a 'little upset' Clarke, I saw what he was doing to you." Bellamy's voice was sharp around the edges and his dark eyes hardened ever so slightly.

She shook her head, finally meeting his eyes briefly. "It's fine, Bell I wasn't gonna believe any of his excuses anyway; it's water over the bridge-or whatever the old earth saying is-" She reached over to set down the gauze and disinfectant when Bellamy caught sight of her wrist as the material of her jacket sleeve, slid upwards from her action.

"What the HELL?!" He grabbed her arm and she hissed and flinched.

He instantly released her, muttering a sincere, 'sorry' but his eyes were glued to her wrist which had finger-shaped bruises that had already begun to turn an ugly bluish grey.

Being more careful, Bellamy gingerly took hold of her arm again and brought it towards him.

"Princess..." he stared disblievingly at her slender wrist and then without thinking, he took up the other one, sliding back the cuff of her sleeve and just as he thought, there were matching finger-shaped bruises there as well.

"He...spacewalker did this to you?!" He hissed, narrowing his eyes in astonishment and what Clarke was certain was building rage.

"Bell..."

"No. Don't 'Bell' me, Clarke how can you even think of defending him?! He-"

"I'm not!" She cried desperately. And suddenly something inside of Clarke broke and tears began to escape from beneath her eyelashes.

She brushed them away furiously but they kept coming and she cursed under her breath. She didn't want Bellamy to see her so vulnerable and weak.

"Princess..." But Bellamy's reaction was the complete opposite as he called her nickname so soft and gentle, it had Clarke nearly gasping for breath as she turned to look at him.

Bellamy didn't say anything else but he stared at her earnestly, his eyes diving deeply into hers looking for the pain and hurt that he knew was there but that she kept buried deep down inside.

Clarke always burried her feelings and Bellamy started to notice it after Charlotte died.

He hadn't thought much of it but then he picked up on it more and more; something tragic would happen and Clarke would just turn away and bury it all inside herself, refusing to feel anything as she tended to everyone else.

He knew it was partly because she was so selfless...

But he also knew she was scared to let herself feel because the moment she did, her walls would come crashing down and she probably felt she wouldn't be able to stop it; all her emotions would consume her and she'd drown with no way out.

But it wasn't true. She had people who cared about her.

People who wanted to be there for her.

Bellamy wanted to be there for her.

"Clarke, you don't have to act like you're okay. I know you're not and it's-it's okay to not be."

He waited.

Slowly, Clarke turned her tear-stained face back to him and she managed to look him right in the eyes though every inch of her body was trembling in fear as she did so.

She didn't want to be judged but most of all, she didn't want to be rejected.

Least of all by Bellamy.

"...He hurt me..." She admitted in a shaky whisper, and more tears flooded her eyes, blurring her vision as she tried to blink them away.

Bellamy nodded. That was all she needed to say. The rest he knew. "Come here." He pulled Clarke into his arms and settled his chin ontop of her head as he began to rub soothing circles on her back.

Clarke stiffened when Bellamy pulled her to him. It was so unlike him to show kindness to anyone much less tenderness and comfort. But once the shock of it had worn off, she relaxed and settled her body against him, uncurling her fingers and letting her hands splay across his muscled chest as he pulled her even closer to him.

He smelled like the woods, moonshine and steel and Clarke loved the combination as it mixed with his own unique scent. She closed her eyes and allowed the scent to envelop her as she was lulled to sleep by Bellamy's warm touch.

Once he heard her breaths even out, Bellamy couldn't hold back a smile and looking down at her serene sleeping face, he decided that Clarke Griffin was very beautiful and he'd been a blind fool to never have noticed before.

Clarke felt warm and completely safe, wrapped in Bellamy's embrace and as she drifted off to sleep, a contented smile graced her lips.

Bellamy was definitely lethal...but that night, Clarke had a change of heart and decided that he was lethal because he was protective.