"What, pregnant? No, I can't be!" Clarke quickly jumped off the bed, that vile sickness starting again but for a whole other reason. She paced back and forth in a line, her head hanging low. She felt like she wanted to cry. "No, you're wrong, you're wrong. You must be mistaken." She flicked her head up to look at Rex.
Rex just stood there, his gaze flitting between Clarke and Thalia, unsure of what to say. Finally he spoke with a shake of his head. "I'm not. I don't know exactly how far along you are but what little I know; you being sick and everything, I'd say you're about 12 weeks pregnant."
Clarke couldn't stand up any longer, she simply crumpled to the floor. Thalia quickly sat down by her and wrapped her arms around her friend. "Shush, don't worry, I'm here for you." she whispered, stroking Clarke's hair softly.
"I...he...we...we...oh no..." Clarke cried, ignoring Thalia's comfort.
"You don't have to keep the baby if you didn't want to, I'm sure Rex knows a natural way to, you know..." Thalia didn't carry on explaining, she just held her friend in her arms. Rex, out of eye shot of Clarke, shook his head at Thalia, indicating silently he didn't know a why to help Clarke. Thalia quietly sighed, realizing the problem Clarke was in. She pulled back a little from her friend before placing a gentle hand on Clarke's cheek, looking caringly at her as a question formed behind her lips, ready to spill out.
Who's the father?
Thalia carefully worked her way to asking, not wanting to make Clarke feel even worse but wanting to know so she could hate the right person for doing this to her friend. She took a deep breath, stroking Clarke's face before speaking. "Who's the father?" she asked softly, just before Rex decided to leave the room. He knew they needed their privacy.
Clarke's mind filled with his face from Thalia's question and a bout of tears, freshly rolled down her cheeks. No, Clarke couldn't tell her friend who he was. She couldn't. She took a deep breath, then another and another, as she tried to build up the nerve to tell Talia the truth. She took one last breath in before finally getting the nerve to say. "You're going to hate me for it." she cried, her body starting to shake.
"I won't hate you." Thalia promised, a kind smile on her face.
"You will and I don't blame you." she whispered before the name finally fell from her lips.
It had been a few weeks since camp had arrived on Earth, so order in the group was very little. A few people in camp however, had put it upon themselves to have certain jobs; to help out. Clarke was the chief medic and had volunteered to go on a foraging expedition with Finn, Helix and a couple of others she hadn't learned their names yet, Clarke being the only female in a group of males.
They were to look for more of this particular seaweed; an antiseptic seaweed, something that would help with the well-being of the camp in case of any future infections. Not after Jasper.
A second group had gone a couple of hours before, though they were 'foraging' for meat; Bellamy and two of his lackeys; Jones and Connor. They were just coming back with a decent sized deer, when Clarke and her group left for the river.
On the way there, Clarke thought about the last time she had come out here foraging. Poisonous fog seemed to have simply appeared out of nowhere and had nearly suffocated everyone in it's silky grasp. Fortunately people had run for cover, though splitting up in the process. Clarke and Finn had run the same way and hid together, into an abandoned shelter, dug deep in the ground. It was a long wait before the air was safe and things just happened while they were waiting. That was the day it happened, that was the day she lost her virginity. To Finn. She regretted it in the end, when she found out he had a girlfriend; Raven. He didn't love Clarke, he loved Raven.
Clarke wished she'd known about Raven before hand because, well, things wouldn't be so complicated. They had barely spoken to one another for a few days, not since Finn and Raven officially got back together. She couldn't cope with seeing them allegedly all in love; not for a long while at least.
For Clarke, seeing him here walking beside her in the forest, away from Raven, caused those suppressed feelings she had for him to come back with force; a feeling she hadn't felt in her life all that much. She tried to suppress them the best she could, keeping her expression professional and determined. It felt such a long walk in the awkward silence, the only voices being Helix and the others chatting with one another, seemingly unaware of the tension between the other two of their group. She was so glad to see water when she did, she wouldn't have been able to handle another minute of that tension.
"Everyone, take as much as you can find, we'll be thankful later." Clarke announced, her words sounding lackluster and was missing that 'Clarke Griffin' edge of authority. She hurried over to the edge of the river before anyone could say a thing. She waded ankle deep into the water before keeping busy with collecting seaweed, purposefully unaware of what was going on around her. Time seemed to fly by. By the time she had finished, going back and forth to shore and dumping the weeds, she had managed to build up a bit of a sweat. Clarke looked around to see what others were doing as she made her way back, noticing that everyone but Finn were quite a way down stream; Finn was a matter of a couple of meters away from her. She ignored him instantly. Clarke wanted to sit down somewhere but she also simply wanted to get back to camp and, dear she think it, back to the 'normality' of camp. It was a sure way better than being at the river that's for sure. She quickly made her way back to camp, holding the seaweed close to her chest, the water damping her shirt but she was not caring. She wasn't even fazed that she was going back alone. Clarke let a deep sigh out as she took long strides, happier to be away.
About half way between the river and camp, Clarke started to hear a noise; rustling coming from behind her. Her heart raced as she wondered what was behind her. "Keep moving, keep moving!" Clarke screamed in her mind but her limbs didn't want to know. She scanned the area around her to see what she could spot. Nothing else but the forest. Maybe it had gone. She started to walk again down the path, the seaweed now drying, crisping up against her shirt, warm from her body heat. The only sound she could hear now was the crunching of leaves beneath boot, that was until she heard her name being shouted. She instantly recognized that voice. It was Finn, he had followed her back. "Stalker." was all that came to Clarke's mind, other than a few choice words she had for him.
"Leave me alone Finn!" Clarke shouted to the sky, unsure where he was. She sped up her steps, looking back at regular intervals to see if he was behind her. Faster and faster she went, trying to make decent leg way from him. Faster and faster she walked until she suddenly collided with something, hard, dropping the seaweed to the ground. That something was Finn, he was standing, mildly out of breath in front of Clarke, his hand pressed to her shoulder.
"I've been wanting to talk to you." Finn admitted, trying to catch Clarke's gaze with his own. "Please? Just for a minute, that's all I ask." He gave Clarke a sad smile, probably hoping she would listen, unfortunately for him, she didn't.
"Get out of my way Finn." she exclaimed, brushing his hand away from her and picking up as much of the seaweed as she could get. "I don't want to hear any more of your excuses." She made quick distance between herself and Finn, not daring to look back, not daring to stop.
"I'm not going to. I just want you to hear me out, explain what's going on between everyone. Between us." He had to shout so Clarke would be able to hear.
This made Clarke stop causing Finn to smile in the process, he thought she was listening to him, instead her blood was boiling. She quickly turned around before running towards him, stopping just in front of him. The seaweed was once again on the ground. "There is no 'us' Finn. There never was, you already had a girlfriend. I was the...uhh, I was the mistress in your whole...thing! That's all there is to it. Goodbye Finn." She was about to turn around and walk away again, this time without the seaweed but before she could do a thing, Finn took hold of Clarke's arm, holding her in her spot.
"You've got it all wrong Clarke, you were never a 'mistress'. I didn't think I was going to see Raven again so it was, in my head over."
"So I was second choice? Is that what you're saying? You're a dick, you know that?" Clarke felt exasperated and tears started to well in her eyes. She was tired of people treating her like crap.
"No! What I'm saying is...is that we weren't doing anything wrong, not really. I thought Raven was as good as dead." The tears forming in Clarke's eyes began to fall. "I didn't mean to upset you." Finn began to wrap his arms around Clarke before pulling her close to him. Clarke began to struggle but the feeling of being in his arms was too much for her, she needed this. Her anger hadn't fully disappeared but it was slowly dwindling. After about a minute had past, Clarke started to push away from him.
"No, we need to finish this cleanly. Properly. Goodbye Finn." Clarke held her hand out for Finn to shake.
Finn looked at Clarke, his expression sad before he too held his hand out, shaking Clarke's purposefully. He didn't let go though.
"Goodbye Finn." Clarke repeated, her own words tinged with held back tears.
Finn didn't let her hand go. He wasn't going to let Clarke go anywhere. He effortlessly, in a fluid movement, pulled Clarke towards him, closing the small gap between them and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. Again, Clarke attempted, however feebly to walk away, it was no use, she was enthralled by him again. Clarke started to move her lips with his, kissing him back with equal need.
"No, we shouldn't..." Clarke murmured against his lips but her words didn't match with her actions. Her hands started to creep up underneath Finn's shirt and back again before lifting it completely off to reveal his bare muscular chest. Finn then physically replied with helping with the removal of Clarke's jacket and shirt.
More and more clothes were teased off each other's bodies to leave them both completely naked, their bodies merging once more with one another.
Clarke started to sob once the name fell from her lips, causing Thalia to go into shock but trying her best to hide it. "There, there...don't you worry about him." Thalia comforted Clarke. Clarke hadn't told her best friend about anything of Finn and her relationship, though she did know Thalia had twigged something was going on between them...or had being the correct word now.
It was officially over. After sleeping together there on the forest floor, they walked what seemed to be blissfully back to camp but once they did arrive back; with the seaweed, Raven appeared out from her tent and Finn and Raven made out...again in front of her. She felt so guilty from there on in but thought that would be the end of it. Turns out, with her pregnancy she was wrong. He would be a part of her life forever.
I'm not all that happy with the story/characters so far, it hasn't turned out how I wanted it to, so I hope you like it more than I do. :) I'll probably tweak it a little at a later date.
I also want to say that I had two directions in my head with where to take the story and I only just decided which one I was going for as I was writing the last two paragraphs. I hope I've made the right choice. Only time (and more chapters) will tell!
TO FELLOW 'BELLARKE' SHIPPERS: Please don't be disheartened by what I've written so far (if you are feeling like that). I promise that you won't be disappointed...I hope you won't at least!