Author's Note: So there has been some confusion about the timelines here - largely because I did NOT plot this out and I hadn't really sat down and counted things out. I knew Clarke would be giving birth/the Arkians would be arriving in mid winter (spoilers, oops:) but other than that I didn't really plan much. I don't know when canon landing for the 100 was, but it was clearly summer. So...let's say late June? providing I counted to 7 correctly, that makes this January-February. I'm a northern midwest girl so June is still fairly chilly, but where they landed (virginia-ish) it would be warmer...also it would be warmer because global warming. Actually no, scratch that, humans haven't been living on the planet with the intent of distroying it for hundreds of years, let's say that the summer would be warmer because radiation and stuff, and that winters would also be colder because a world with much fewer humans without their awful 'tech' would send Earth back a few hundred years in terms of it's health and a few hundred years ago winters were colder and summers were hotter so yeah...that works without disrupting canon, yes? If I've made a mistake PLEASE tell me, but for the purpose of this fic, it's now let's say the first week of February.

I hope that eased up on the confusion rather than added to it but I'm really not sure so... here's what you actually came for:

Bellamy Blake

Her screams were going to haunt me forever. That one Grounder, Nikko, Octavia had said I think, he was here, trying to help her. But he kept glancing up at me with that 'it's not good' look on his face. I hated that look. I hated the desperate, painful look in Clarke's eyes. I hated the hopeful, angry look in Octavia's eyes. Perhaps I should explain that. I refused to let her bring her boyfriend here. So she was angry. He had been trying to get that thing out of CLarke for hours without success, meanwhile, Nikko had gotten it out on his first try. Nikko was my first choice for medical attention. Also there was the small fact of I hated Lincoln and I refused to let him near my wife or my child. Well not wife. Girlfriend. But girlfriend felt like a hallow, empty word when it came to Clarke. She was more than that... she was my forever. And wife was the word that described that better than any other I knew. I supposed I should ask her to marry me. Maybe there was some Earth ceremony we could do instead of the ridiculousness that wouldn't really apply down here that we did on the Ark.

Another bloodcurdling scream split into my subconscious. This was just like when she was having the device removed. She was in the same sort of pain. I hated to see her in pain. God but if I could do this for her I would.

"Do something!" I snarled at Nikko.

"Lincoln would know better what to do."

"Why?! Aren't you a healer? Didn't you help her before?"

"Yes but..."

"But what?!" my words were no better than growls at this point.

"I study ancient medicine. I study the science. Lincoln, he studies the people side of things. My understanding of anatomy, and the history of medicine, and the basic, cold hard science of it all, that's what I do, young man. But Lincoln has birthed more children than anyone I know. He is a natural healer. He would know what to do now. You should fetch him."

"You know the science. So you know what to do." I replied coldly.

"Bellamy!" Octavia screamed back. "Does this sound like some fun thing for Clarke? She needs the best, my niece or nephew deserves the best! I know you don't like him, but Lincoln is the best we have down here. Unless you want to call her mother up on that radio thing and ask."

"No!" Clarke and I yelled out simultaneously. Clarke had asked for a few hypothetical questions. Preparation, she had told her mother. Strategy for the unknown. In those questions, it became clear that Doctor Griffin thought that young children, particularly infants, had no place in our tribe on Earth until we had survived at least a few years, ready for anything this new world threw at us. It had become clear that she thought termination would be best, and that the Ark would likely recommend a mandate against Skikru's procreation until we were settled in on this planet. We didn't know if that carried over to the termination of already born children, or children in the process of being born, so trusting her advice at this point... it wasn't the plan.

"Just... Nikko. Please."

"I will try what I can, but it is my opinion that Lincoln should be fetched." I swore.

"No." Clarke's eyes closed and I saw a single tear stream down the side of her face. I couldn't watch her like this. I swore again. "Octavia, do not leave her side until I return."

Clarke

And here I thought having a small peice of metal removed from your uterine wall hurt. Turns out, giving birth was worse. Giving birth with almost no information because the radiation had killed most of Earth's technology was especially worse. He was alive, that much was clear. His heart was unusually strong, Lincoln had said before Bellamy had insisted that I could have anything I wanted so long as Nikko took over my medical care. I liked Nikko, and Lincoln had been fine with it, so I had acquiesced. It was important to Bellamy, and so I let it go. For now. We'd discuss it later after I shoved a baby out of my vagina for him because that certainly earned me some brownie points in this relationship. Nikko had agreed that the heartbeat was often very strong, but once in a while, he and I both thought there was a bit of an echo to the heartbeat. I'd been worried but he had insisted that it was just the instrument that we were using to listen. Given the lack of tech involved, I was inclined to believe him. But now I was having a baby before 8 months and I was less enthusiastic about it. Bellamy had stormed off, and Octavia was muttering her murderous thoughts about that under her breath. Again, I was inclined to agree. I needed him. God but I needed him right now. Wells was here, eyes tightly shut, as I wasn't about to let him see anything of what was happening down there, but he was here, holding my hand and being his usual, optimistically cheerful self, reassuring me that everything would be okay. So where the hell was Bellamy?!

Bellamy

"Lincoln!" I yelled out gruffly waiting for the man to exit his cave. He did so within a minute, eyes darting about confused.

"What are you doing here, Bellamy?" He asked, instantly concerned. "Is Octavia all right?"

"I think you know by now that if she wasn't I wouldn't be leaving her side just to tell you about it seeing as I don't want you near her anyway." I replied gruffly. He nodded, looking slightly appeased.

"Why are you hear Bellamy?" He asked again.

"Nikko said... Clarke went into labor. Early. Too early. She's not doing well." My voice cracked and I had to take a deep breath to steady myself. "Nikko is doing all he can but he said... he said you were the best. And O is right, Clarke and my baby deserve the best. We don't get on and I know that and I know you don't owe me a thing, but I am begging you. Please. Help me. There's nothing I can do for her now, but you... I need you to save her Lincoln. The baby too if you can, but... I can't live without her. I need you to save her." Lincoln walked away. He WALKED AWAY. Back into his cave. Away. Fucker. Absolute-

"I have my bag." He said, stepping back out with a leather pack. "Lead the way." Damn it. Now I had to be nice to him.

"Clarke!" I gasped our her name as Lincoln and I practically fell through the door I was pulling him along so fast. I glanced at Nikko. "Update. Now."

"She's not pushing. But the baby is definitely coming. Her water broke, it's time."

"IT IS NOT TIME! IT HAS BEEN 7 MONTHS!"

"Closer to 8 at this point, actually." Nikko pointed out analytically.

"NOT CLOSE ENOUGH AND I DON'T GIVE TWO SHITS THIS BABY NEEDS TO STAY IN!

"He's not going to, Clarke." Lincoln said, kneeling by her side. "He wants to come out. He's ready." He looked at her. "With all the radiation down here, we deal with a lot of premature babies. I know you don't think we have the proper tech for this, but a premie, we can handle, okay?"

"You can't let him die, Lincoln. You can't, not after everything, okay? You have to save him, okay? You have to- OH MY GOD!" She screamed again and her body curled up into itself. I rushed to her side and took her hands in mine.

"This is the time when you would do that pushing thing we talked about Skiheda." Nikko said dryly.

"You always did have shit bedside manner." Lincoln muttered. In English, I noticed, so it wouldn't seem like they were talking behind our backs. I knew Octavia would understand either way and let me know if something was suspect, she cared too much about Clarke and this baby not to, but the gesture was still appreciated.

"Come on Princess, I got you your favorite healer, okay? And Lincoln is gonna take good care of you, and of our baby. And once you push him out, we're going to get to hold him, and take care of him, and he's going to be fine." I said soothingly in her ear.

"Yeah Clarke," O added. "You get my niece out of there. She needs to hang out with her Auntie O."

"He can't die." She whimpered, gripping Lincoln's hand.

"His best chance of survival is if you push him out, Clarke." He replied, looking deeply in her eyes. "You have to push, or I'm going to have to cut him out. And I don't think Bellamy is going to let me cut you up like that." She glanced my way, and must have seen something in my expression when he mentioned slicing my baby out of her because she instantly nodded and turned back to him, grabbing my hand.

"Okay." She sniffed. "Okay, tell me when."

"When the next contraction hits, start to push, okay Clarke?" She nodded and a few seconds later she screamed again, squeezing my hand so hard my fingers turned white. By the proud look on Lincoln's face, however, she was pushing.

"Good, Clarke, good. You're doing great. It's going to be just like that, each time. He's small, so once you get his head out it'll be easier than usual. That's good, this is all good Clarke. He's just trying to take care of you and make this as easy as he can, coming early like this." She grimaced, but I think it was supposed to be a smile.

"Okay."

"Clarke!" A loud noise came bursting through and suddenly Finn was in our hut. "I heard her screaming, is she okay? What can I do?"

"GET. OUT." Clarke all but growled at Finn. The boy had been nothing but infuriating over the past 7 months. When he and Raven found out about our impending bundle of joy, he had grown sullen, and quiet, and had confronted me on watch, attempting to defend Clarke's honor or some nonsense, saying I didn't need to be stuck with her, he loved her and would take responsibility. Of course what he hadn't known was that Clarke was sneaking out to meet me that night and heard the whole thing. Her cover had been blown when she burst out laughing at that and for all intents and purposes had told Finn to go fuck himself, go back to Raven, and leave us alone because we were together whether he liked it or not. He was still a pain in the ass for the next handful of months, following us around, and trying to prove he'd be better for Clarke than I would be. It would have been laughable if it weren't so annoying. The best part was, he was so wrapped up in getting Clarke back, he hadn't even noticed when Raven started hooking up with a Grounder friend of O's. Some warrior guy who made Lincoln look like a nursemaid. Finn had tried to retire to Raven's bed one night, out of habit, or thinking he was expected or some nonsense, only to have her Grounder boyfriend drag him out to the middle of our village, and tell him in no uncertain terms to leave Raven alone, and that if he ever tried to climb into bed with them again, he'd be missing some appendages come the next morning. That had given me a smile for weeks.

The thought of our village made me smile again, even now. With the help from our new allies and trading partners, Trikru, and some other nearby tribes who wanted to trade with us, we had assembled a working village in under 7 months. We had real industry booming here, we traded for some clothing, but much of it could now be made by our own skilled craftsmen, who were apprenticing under Trikru. Our guard were better too. The warriors took some of them in, Miller, and a few others, and taught them about fighting on earth, about what we needed to guard ourselves against, from the Mountain Men and their gas, to the radiation soaked animals, and even the possible threat of Ice Nation, who didn't want us in the alliance. Clarke was insistent she would work out a separate treaty with Ice Nation after she'd given birth so that we could rest easy in regards to them. I told her we would wait and see. We had a handful of ambassadors, we had a large number of huts, even one long cabin which we could use as a mess hall, a place to work, and a place to meet. It would hold a few hundred people, so we could entertain Grounders as well. It would also likely be the temporary place of residence of the Arkians who came down until more permanent accommodations could be filled. If everyone survived the decent, each cabin would have to take on an extra five people for sleeping, and a few winterized tents would be set up for those who didn't fit in our hall, or our cabins, but it would work. If they really didn't want to stay in tents, Raven's boyfriend had offered lodging in Trikru, for rent. We would negotiate that when the time came. Which was in a month and change. The baby would have been born by then and we would have had a few weeks to get into a rhythm and get used to everything. They Ark would land in a wasteland area miles away from us. Not enough miles if you asked me. When they sent the drop ship down, we missed where we were supposed to be by a few miles, which meant that if they missed, they could land on us. But any further and we risked them landing on one of the other tribes, and further yet, they would be in the ocean, which in the winter, would be terrible at best. So here they landed. They insisted that they could land accurately, and Monty agreed to help coordinate landing points, and to help update their maps to the actual locations and landmarks that existed now. Once they landed, we would ride out and fetch them in. And then they would be here. And they hopefully wouldn't kill me. And they hopefully wouldn't try to lay a finger on Clarke or our baby. That second hopefully was for them, because even if they got to me before I could kill them for trying to harm my family, the entire 100 and our allied tribes would follow Clarke anywhere, and they would be in a massive war before they even got to her. Her screams woke me up from my thoughts, and I was pulled back to her side.

"Bell, I can't do this. I can't. Please." She begged. I glanced at Lincoln and he confirmed with a nod of his head that this was normal. I climbed up on the cot behind her and pulled her up against me, between my legs, lying on my chest, hoping to support her.

"Yes you can, Princess. You can do anything. I've seen it. I know this is hard and I wish I could do it for you, I do, but you can do it Clarke, you can. And I'll be right here the whole time. We're going to be fine. Our baby is going to be fine. And as soon as he is in your arms, and you are in mine, I am never letting either of you go, okay?" She nodded and gripping both my hands again, she steeled herself and stared at Lincoln, waiting.

"His head is out, you're pushing his shoulders out and then it's one big push and he'll be in my hands, okay Clarke?"

"You can see his head? His face? What does he look like?" She sobbed out. "Is he breathing?"

"He wont start breathing until he's all the way out, so you've got to push, okay Clarke?" With that, her entire body tensed against mine, and with a scream of both pain and determination, Clarke pushed.

"Yes! Good job Clarke!" Lincoln called out, proudly. I glanced at Octavia, who had the best view of our baby, and she looked back at me, horrified with what she'd just seen. Once glance back at Clarke and the baby, and Octavia fainted dead away."

"I got it." Wells said kindly. Huh. I had forgotten he was there. He went to Octavia and lifted her easily in his arms carrying her away.

"Why isn't he crying?!" She asked anxiously. As if to answer his mother, our baby started to cry. I felt Clarke relax into me and let out a sob of her own. I held her tightly in my arms and murmured in her ear, telling her how proud I was and how much I loved her.

"You can hold him for a moment, but you'll have to deliver the afterbirth. That's more uncomfortable than painful." Clarke nodded, holding her arms out for our baby.

"You were right." Lincoln said as he wrapped the baby in a blanket. "Octavia will be so upset. It's a boy."

A/N: Names? I'm back and forth between Names that mimic what people on the Ark are called, and names that are more similar to the Grounders, as Clarke and Bellamy will want to cement their son's place in the future not in connection to their past. What do you think! Please Review or PM me with ideas!

xoxo - E