Okay, so this one is kind of sad. In this one shot, Bellamy and Clarke are coming home from school and they're going to Clarke's house to work on a project. When they get there, they find Clarke's dad dead in the dining room. If death triggers you in any way, don't read this one shot.


"This science project is so stupid." A seventeen year old Clarke complained for the thirtieth time on her and Bellamy's walk home from school.

"Clarke, that's the like the tenth time you've said that in the last five minutes." Bellamy teased her with a smile.

"Okay, well am I wrong?" Clarke asked him. "Are you seriously going to tell me that there's nothing utterly ridiculous about needing to know why hummingbirds beaks evolved?"

"No, it is kind of stupid." Bellamy said to her.

"Kind of?" Clarke said. "That type of hummingbird doesn't even live in America! Why should we care why it's beak evolved?"

"We should care because if we don't then we fail the assignment." Bellamy teased her. "Do you want to fail the assignment?"

Clarke glared at his smug face for a moment before grunting out a "No." Bellamy chuckled as they continued walking.

"Face it, Princess." He said. "You're going to find this whole project stupid. I don't like it either but do you hear me complaining? No."

"Yeah, well that just means that I have the guts to voice my opinion." Clarke said, causing Bellamy to chuckle again.

"Hey isn't that your dads car?" Bellamy asked as they came up to Clarke's house on the street they both lived on.

"Oh, uh yeah, he took the rest of the day off to get started on his surprise anniversary dinner for my mom." Clarke explained. "He'll be in the kitchen for a good few hours so he won't bother us while we work."

"Well, I wasn't concerned about him bothering us it's just weird seeing him home during the day." Bellamy said with a laugh which caused Clarke to giggle.

"Yeah, he's very passionate about his work." She said as she opened the front door of the house and they walked inside. "But that's one of the things my mom loves about him."

Bellamy and Clarke stomped the snow off of their boots and onto the mat Clarke's mother had placed by the door and took their boots and coats off and hung them on the coat rack.

"Dad, I'm home! Bellamy's with me we're going to work on a project!" Clarke called out to her father as she set her backpack on one of the couches in the living room. Bellamy sat down on the couch and began taking his science books out. "I'm going to go and get us some water."

"Okay." Bellamy said. "I'll get everything set up." Clarke nodded and headed into the kitchen. She grabbed two glasses from the cupboard and filled them water. She walked around the kitchen island and past the dining room doorway when something caught her eye. She stopped in her tracks and looked into the dining room. There on the floor on the other side of the dining room table was someones boot, but Clarke recognized it. It wasn't just anyone's boot.

It was her dads.

Clarke dropped the glasses and they shattered on the floor as she ran over to him.

"Dad!" She screamed as she knelt down beside him. She felt his neck for a pulse and when she felt nothing she went even further into panic mode.

"Bellamy!" Clarke cried out and tears began to fall from her eyes. Bellamy came rushing into the dining room and when he saw Jake's body on the floor he ran over and knelt down beside Clarke.

"What happened?" He asked, and Clarke shook her head.

"I don't know." She cried. "I was walking past with the water and I saw him lying here."

"Okay, we need to call 911." Bellamy said and he dug his phone out of his pocket.

"Bellamy, he doesn't have a pulse." Clarke cried and she grabbed onto his shirt. "My father doesn't have a pulse!" She pulled on his shirt and threw her face into his shoulder.

"Clarke, it's okay. I'm going to call an ambulance and they'll take care of him." Bellamy told her. Clarke let go of his shirt and leaned over to hug her fathers body.

"Daddy, please!" She cried. "Wake up, daddy. Please, wake up! Dad! Please!"

"Hi, I need an ambulance to 675 Oak Drive." Bellamy said into the phone. "I'm at my girlfriends house and we just found her dad unconscious in the dining room. He has no pulse, please get someone here as fast as possible."

Bellamy hung up the phone and put his cellphone back in his pocket before attending to the crying Clarke.

"Clarke, there's an ambulance coming, okay?" He said. "They're going to take care of him."

"Don't say that, Bellamy." Clarke cried, not letting go or looking up from her fathers body. "Don't try and get my hopes up. He's not breathing and he has no pulse, he's dead! He's dead!"

"Clarke..." Bellamy trailed off. He didn't know what to say, there was nothing to say really. So, he put a hand on her back and started rubbing circles on her back as she cried over her dead father. A few tears silently fell from Bellamy's eyes as well. He never had a dad growing up, and Jake was the closest thing he had to one.

Ten minutes later, Bellamy heard the sirens of an ambulance coming down the street. He told Clarke he was going outside to meet the paramedics. He walked out the door and met them as they got a stretcher out of the ambulance.

"You the one that called?" One of the paramedics asked Bellamy, who nodded. "Do you know how long he's been unconscious?"

Bellamy shook his head. "He was unconscious when we found him and we don't know how long he had been home before then."

"Okay, what's his name?" The other paramedic asked.

"Jake Griffin." Bellamy replied.

"Age?" He asked.

"Forty-six." Bellamy told him. They nodded and went inside, Bellamy followed them and he lead them to the dining room where Clarke was still crying over his body.

"Clarke." He said kneeling down beside her. "The paramedics are here, they need to take your dad."

Bellamy placed his hands on either of her hips and began to try and pull her off of her dad knowing she wouldn't let go willingly. She tried to pull back, but Bellamy was stronger and eventually pried her off of him. Clarke began to scream and cry and Bellamy pulled her out of the dining room so the paramedics could get Jake.

"No, Bellamy!" Clarke screamed. "Let me go! Let me go! I can't leave him! Please! Let me go!"

Bellamy continued to hold Clarke tightly and his heart broke for her as she continued to fight against his grasp.

"We're going to ride with him to the hospital, okay?" Bellamy said softly into her ear. "We just have to let them get him into the ambulance, okay? You're gonna see him again in a couple minutes. Can you wait just a couple minutes?"

Clarke slowly stopped fighting him and began to sob into Bellamy's shoulder. Bellamy placed a hand on her head and pet her hair as he shushed her softly and tried to get her to calm down a little. He watched the paramedics take Jake outside and begin loading him into the ambulance.

"Okay Clarke, he's in the ambulance. We can go see him again, now." Bellamy told her. Clarke nodded and desperately grabbed his hand as they walked outside to the ambulance. Bellamy grabbed their coats and Clarke quickly put her boots on. They got into the ambulance and Clarke grabbed her fathers hand in her free one.

"I'm right here, daddy." She whispered to him. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here."

"I'm right here."


to be continued