Chapter 4: Reunions
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(I'm jamming out to I Know by Tom Odell as I'm typing up this chapter, ha-ha I'm in a good mood. Enjoy and thanks for all the reviews )
"Thanks, how far away from camp are we?"
"Not far, about three more miles. Are you ready to get going?"
"Yes," she answers slowly.
"Look Clarke everyone is going to be happy to see you and I know you're a little jumpy (understatement of the year),
but if you get overwhelmed or scared just grab my hand okay? I won't let anyone hurt you."
"Okay," she said squaring her bruised chin. "I'm ready let's go."
They were nearing camp quickly and they could see Monroe in the distance on sentry duty. She noticed them around
the same time and began shouting for the others to open up the gates. Amidst the shouts and confusion Clarke had
fisted her hands into the front of Miller's shirt, her agitation clearly visible.
"My God Miler we send you out hunting and you bring us back some half crazed delinquent?" Monroe stated this while
looking at the girl clinging to Miller. She scoffs clearly unimpressed.
"It's Clarke, Monroe," he answers tightly, not liking the looks she was giving either of them. Her expression changes
immediately.
"What did they do to her, how is this possible?"
"Just get out of my way and go find Octavia; I need to get her to the infirmary."
She was quick to comply and within minutes they had Clarke laid out on a crudely made exam table in the drop ship.
Exclamations of wonder over Clarke's return could be hard. News traveled quickly throughout the camp. Just then
Octavia rushed in with tears in her eyes.
"Clarke! We thought you were d-dead. What happened to you? Clarke, what are you doing?"
Miller shoots Octavia a glare letting her know silently that her barrage of questions are not appreciated. When Octavia
first barreled in Clarke had buried herself in Miller's chest, he could feel her heart pounding and put his arms around her
to shield her.
"Look O, she's hurt and I need you to take a look at her ok? She has a particularly bad gash running up her left side;
she's going to need stitches."
"Okay, I'm going to need thread a needle, seaweed, and moonshine to disinfect everything." Her helpers scattered to do
her bidding they brought her the supplies she needed and left as she requested, all the while throwing awed glances at
Clarke and Miller. Octavia then proceeded to once again approach Clarke
"Wait," commanded Miller. "Let me talk to her, and for goodness sake Octavia you better be gentle with her!"
She nodded her head abruptly, surprised at his harsh command. Miller then turned to Clarke who was still hiding in his shirt.
"Clarke?" He inquired quietly once again shocked by the brilliant blue of her eyes when she looks up at him, he recovers quickly.
"Clarke, Octavia's going to patch you up okay? We can't risk letting any of your wounds getting infected. It's probably
going to hurt but just remember I'm right here with you, you're safe."
"Okay," was her quiet reply, she then looked to the corner where Octavia was regarding them closely.
"Hi Octavia," she called to her quietly.
"Hey Clarke," she replied using what she hoped was a calming voice. "Can you lie back now?" Seeing Clarke settle back
she began cleaning her wounds trying to hide her shock at the other girl's condition. Miller stood in front of Clarke,
marveling at her strength, she didn't cry out even once throughout Octavia's ministrations. Suddenly there was a
commotion as someone whipped open the curtain covering the entrance to the drop ship and an angry Bellamy barged
in.
"What the hell is this racket about- Miller what happened, why are you bleeding?"
Miller looked down at himself, only then did he see the blood that had soaked his shirt and covered his arms; Clarke's
blood.
"It's not mine," he replies quietly. "It's hers." He steps to the side and Bellamy finally see's the figure he was guarding.
He sinks to his knees, one word echoing in his mind; Princess.
Bellamy POV:
He is suddenly hit with a myriad of memories; Memories of Clarke laughing, arguing with him, defending him. He clearly
remembers the night she sang to Atom in the woods. He remembered everything; the gut wrenching pain he felt when
he thought he had lost her forever, the way he let his darkness and pain consume him until he was unrecognizable even
to himself. But here she was alive, his princess. Realizing he was still on the floor he sprang to his feet and made his
way to his light, to Clarke. Only to be stopped by… Miller? What's going on here? He wondered.
"Get out of my way Miller," said Bellamy, his voice laced with authority.
"No, that's close enough."
"I said get ou- ."
"And I said that's close enough, she's been through a lot and she's scared, she doesn't need you to stand there glaring at her."
"What are you talking about; you think I'll scare her? I just want to see her. Move Miller, I won't tell you again!"
"Miller," Clarke gasped out. Both men immediately turned to her in response, Bellamy using this chance to get closer to
her. What he saw shocked him. This wasn't his Clarke, her eyes had always reminded him of the sky on a cloudless day,
but they were now cloudy and filled with fear. Her body was covered in bruises and welts; he could see evidence of
burns on her stomach and felt a deep hatred set in his heart towards the Grounders.
Clarke after seeing his glowering expression directed at her began to hyperventilate; her fear and nerves having reached
their limit. Miller knowing what was happening immediately leaned over her putting his hands on either of her cheeks
and much like he had done earlier, instructed her to breathe with him. It took her awhile but she eventually calmed,
although she still wouldn't release her vise like grip on him.
"Please, don't let h-him hu-hurt me," she whispered quietly.
Bellamy's head snapped up at this, he had been standing silently, watching the scene before him in confusion. However
at Clarke's words he felt his heart being torn in two. How could she think he would hurt her? Bellamy vowed then that he
would kill every last Grounder left on earth; Clarke was never going to have to be afraid of them ever again.
Hope you guys like this chapter, it's a bit long and that's because I edited some parts out! I know you probably wanted more happy Bellarke moments, and there will be some later. I have a pretty good idea of how I want my story to play out and right now I really like the dynamic between Miller and Clarke. Hope you keep reading!