Epilogue: "Just Another Day…."

Clarke was the last to arrive home. There had been much to report to the council, and because it was believed Bellamy was out on a hunting trip with Harper until late tonight, Bellamy was home by the time she entered the house.

Hands were upon her face before the door closed.

Lips took possession of her own.

She tasted his worry, his relief in the embrace. And if she was being honest, his worry and relief was met with her own.

Even though their lives were threatened on at least once a week, neither of them had gotten used to it.

The intensity of the kiss began to slow down by him. Now that he had her in his arms, and knew she was safe and alive, he could enjoy her.

His pecked her nose. Traced down her left cheek. Lingered on her beauty mark that settled on the top left of her upper lip.

When he somewhat had quenched his thirst of her, he settled his forehead upon hers and breathed her in. He kept his eyes closed, wanting to wash away the day from his memory. He concentrated hard on focusing on the happiness of the moment and did his best to erase how he had been feeling hours ago.

Her eyes were open she reached up and placed her fingers upon his own face, lightly touching his countless freckles. Her eyes went a little north and observed his internal conflict. There were creases at the end of his eyebrows. His lips were set in place. His jaw was tightening. His breathing was heavy.

Gods, he had been really worried. She should have guessed. She hadn't been that close to an enemy's weapon in a while.

As she thought this, her fingers traveled down his neck and into his chest. She unbuttoned his uniform jacket and shirt and took off the undershirt he wore underneath. He allowed her, meanwhile still keeping his eyes closed.

Once his top half was completely naked, Clarke pressed her fingertips on the fresh scar he had on the middle of his chest. It hadn't been that long ago when he had been so close to death. Her heart had nearly broken, seeing him so helpless. His blood all over her hands, her clothes. It had been one of the most terrifying moments she had lived through.

Today her physical health had not gone through what he had, but emotionally, he still felt terror at seeing her so close to danger.

His hands came to the back of her head and pulled her up. His lips awaited hers.

When he pulled from her, he finally opened his eyes. His worry had still not gone again. His jaw had relaxed a bit and his creases had gone away. But the fear was still there.

She knew she was breaking their rule. But she didn't care. He needed this.

They needed this.

Clarke met his eyes with hers. "I'm fine," she said softly.

It was like she broke something in him with her words. His eyes filled with tears. However, they didn't come down because he refused to allow them to.

He didn't say a word because she knew he was afraid to. If he spoke at this moment, he would lose it. Lose the control he had come to master.

She soothed his face lovingly. "You planned everything well. Having the decoy team there worked out perfectly. It kept Neola from looking too closely. It allowed you to keep an eye on us." She needed him to know this because she knew he would beat himself later at night. He would be replaying the day in his head and thinking of different things he should have or could have done to keep this from happening.

"Knowing you were there when Shenan had the arrow pointed at me, made me feel safe. You wouldn't let anything happen to me—not if you could help it. With you so close by, I never feel in full danger."

His expression softened. He knew she wasn't lying to him.

They knew each other too much to ever lie to one another anymore. They knew how much they each meant to the other. They knew they made the other stronger and better. They each knew how they needed one another. How much they wanted the other.

For the next several moments, neither said anything. Clarke wanted to stay quiet as Bellamy came to his senses and became calm.

Finally, when he was ready, he spoke, "If Neola is not dead by sundown, I'm going up there with Miller and speaking to her myself."

He was being King again.

She understood. She kept her arms around him, not ready to let him go.

"Shenan will have taken care of her by then," she said. "We'll contact our allies the day after tomorrow. There's going to be a lot going on within the clan. Allow them to settle it amongst themselves first." As Queen, she was bringing in reasoning.

He considered this. "We'll give them a fortnight to figure things out, but Neola has to be gone," he said with determination and his jaw set. His mind was made up and he wasn't going to budge. "She tried killing you. We can't forget that." He meant 'I can't forget that', Clarke knew. "There's at least a dozen of us that witnessed it. We can't look weak, Clarke. We have to take this serious."

Clarke agreed. "We'll go to the East Forest together and make sure Neola's out of power. If not, then we'll let the people know that we're going to be cutting trades from them. They need our supplies in order to make them feel safe against the cavers."

Bellamy nodded. "We'll take Lincoln with us. And Miller and Octavia. They'll understand the importance when they see other key members of our people there."

They were quiet once again, but still had their arms around one another.

They had said what they needed to and wanted to leave the outside world behind once again. At least for an hour.

Bellamy leaned in to her again, giving her a genuine smile. He knew how much she loved to see his smiles, for they were rare in the outside world.

He hugged her tightly. "How was your day?" There was playfulness in his voice. After the kind of day they had, he wanted to lighten things up.

She felt herself laugh for the first time that day.

His smile only grew.

"Just another day in the ground," she said with honesty. And with all the love she had for him, she leaned into him. Being who he was, he kept her in his arms. He took her weight and made her feel safe.

And being who she was, she made him feel as if he was enough. Every version of him: the rigorous King, the passionate lover, the compassionate husband, the viscous partner—they were all versions she loved and appreciated. They all made her feel safe.


NOTE: Thank you to every person who gave this story a chance. I hope to continue writing on The 100 universe sometime in the future. The show has instantly become one of my favorites and is currently my obsession.

DATE: 12/28/15

25 more days! :D