I'm back bitches! Sorry it's taken so long but here it is...finally done. The next few chapters might be posted sparingly, sorry about that! Just getting back as well into the frame of writing for 'The 100'. :D
'Fun' Fact: Richard Harmon, who plays Murphy, his real life girlfriend is also in 'The 100'. She's called Genevieve Buechner and she plays the character of Fox. (If you're sick of these little facts etc. from me, then I'm sorry but they're just going to keep on coming!)
Temporary Note: I finished this story at about 1 am, so I was tired (still am while writing this) and not reading things correctly but now, reading it back, I have noticed I've got to sort out some mistakes. It still won't be perfect but I hope, by this weekend, I'll have sorted them all out...I'm too tired to do it now (4am). *yawn*
When the group arrived at the ship, they all were relieved that they hadn't been any attacks on their way there. Nobody seemed as surprised by this than Clarke. Had the Grounders given up? No, she didn't think so. The Grounders seemed to simply be bidding their time, finding the perfect moment to attack. For the time being however, it was best to just get on with the job at hand and bring weapons for sheer protection. That was what the group were doing at the very least; all bringing a dagger and Bellamy, Clarke, Miller and Harper bringing guns as well. It was all necessary to try and keep safe.
It wasn't the easiest of ship doors to open, as the cold of space and then the heat of the landing had warped the metal ever so slightly but after a few attacks from Bellamy, Miller and Monroe, the door finally flew open with a thud. The group eagerly made their way inside before Bellamy started to give the orders. "Right, Miller, Jones and Helix, you take the section to the left; Harper, Monroe and Framka, you take the right; Clarke and myself will take the back."
"Any questions?" Clarke added, her gaze moving over the whole group, waiting to see if anyone had any complaints. No one piped up, so work soon began. Conversations were muted for the rest of the time they were in the ship, the only need for talking was about the job at hand. There didn't seem to be much contents coming out from the ship, as it hadn't been filled with as much as expected but what was there was something, at least for camp. It took them a couple of hours to remove the contents of the ship, place it carefully down outside, then repeating the process however many times until the job had been done.
Clarke and Bellamy checked over everything from the ship, making sure none of it had been damaged from the landing before placing them in general piles, give them an idea of what had been sent to them. Nothing, thankfully had been damaged, so Clarke ordered everyone to pack as much as possible in each of their rucksacks, they would sort out where all of it would go when they got back to camp. Anything left was to be carried the old fashioned way; by hand. There was a sparse amount of edible items; a small pile of clothes, most of which seemed a little ratty; the anatomical monitor and a handful of small parcels which were to be unwrapped later. Clarke swiped the monitor and placed it in her rucksack before anyone else could do so.
Once everyone was all sorted, booted and packed, the group soon walked on but not before Harper handed over a medium sized rectangular parcel to Clarke, which had her name on it. "This is for you." Harper commented, her words sounding gentle and quiet; a slight contrast to her usual self. Clarke took the parcel from her with a confused look upon her face. She didn't remember seeing her name on any of the parcels when she checked them all but maybe she simply just overlooked it. Clarke knew immediately who it was from. It was from her mother, she recognized the handwriting as she wondered what was inside. All eyes seemed to be on Clarke but she couldn't open it now, however much she wanted to know what was inside. She wouldn't do so until the group were all safety back in camp. The group came first in her priorities.
"Thanks." Clarke replied simply before placing the parcel in her rucksack, filling the last available space in there. "Right, let's go." A few people in the group kept their gaze on Clarke but she just ignored it, instead she started to walk, guiding them all back to camp. People's minds over took their conversations after a while, with everyone's on the subject of what was in those parcels. Clarke didn't contribute, instead she simply lead the group on their way back home.
Halfway through the walk, Bellamy pushed himself playfully to lead, smirking over at Clarke in the process. Having been deep in thought for the last few minutes, it didn't dawn on Clarke right away that Bellamy was ahead of her. It wasn't until she nearly walked into him, her strides having quickly sped up, that she finally broke out of her bubble. Clarke couldn't help but smile over at him, glad he was there with them all. Glad he was there with her. "Daydreaming about me Clarke?" Bellamy teased, flirting so effortlessly with her.
She shook her head out of false disbelieve, however, the sight of a smile on her lips signalled she was perfectly okay with him flirting. She turned to look at the rest of their group walking behind, seeing all of them in their own world. Clarke knew they wouldn't be able to hear her conversation with Bellamy but she moved to walk close by his side nonetheless. With a playful push into his side, Clarke retorted back with an equally fitting smirk. "Please. Don't flatter yourself." She let the words settle in the air as her gaze fixed to Bellamy's face. His face grew brighter at her reply, finding what she said amusing. They both thought great things of the other, so hearing Clarke's reply was a contrast to that. Clarke's smirk grew bigger as she brushed her hand against Bellamy's, careful not to let anyone see them.
Bellamy wasn't feeling so subtle as, feeling Clarke's hand brush against his own, he quickly took hold of it, his fingers intertwining with her own. "What are you doing?" Clarke asked, whispering her words to Bellamy as she pulled her hand away. Her face drew serious, that playfulness quickly going.
Bellamy played it light beat, ignoring Clarke's disdain with public hand holding. "What do you mean? No one here will see. I'm sure they just think we're talking. Nothing more." He was not fazed, it seemed with others knowing about their...relationship. "Anyway, why are you so scared of people finding out about us? Surely it's a good thing?" Bellamy shifted his backpack strap further up his shoulder before letting his arm swing by his side.
She could see his point but what was happening? Clarke felt like Bellamy and her had kind of...switched personalities. When would Bellamy want to flaunt a relationship, a proper, adult relationship for all to see and have Clarke shy away from it? What was the harm in others knowing about them when, already a handful already knew and this was definitely no fling? What really was the harm? One thing came to mind, something that she hated on the Ark and hoped would go with being on Earth. Unfortunately it hadn't. They were from different classes, social standing, whatever other names people liked to call it. On Earth, others still had strong opinions on such matters.
However, when did what other people thought intimidate Clarke Griffin? Never. If people didn't like it then tough! It would be their problem, no one elses. Still, they couldn't just bombard the camp with sudden public displays of affection and anyway, it was neither Clarke's or Bellamy's style to do that in the first place. They would still be discreet when people finally knew.
Fine, Clarke decided that people should know about them, that they were a couple, even if people didn't think they should be; to keep their leadership professional and all. "Okay, we'll tell people but not yet okay? There's no rush and we've got all this to sort out anyway. The camp will be too busy with needing to know about supplies, Grounders, that sort of thing to add 'romance' to the picture. I promise we'll tell everyone eventually, okay?" She smiled up at him as she now took hold of Bellamy's hand, showing she was serious on the matter. This whole speech of hers covered that 'other news' that was needing to be mentioned, all about Clarke expecting. Bellamy seemed to get her meaning there too. He nodded in agreement.
"Okay, fine. A few more days of secrets and then we're saying, unless Finn's already gotten there already." Bellamy joked, though his words did have a hint of seriousness to them. He did have a point about Finn, he might have spoken up, all about her baby and Clarke and Bellamy, all of it. Clarke didn't want to think all this but it was inevitable. There was a chance people would want answers on her personal problems when they got back. There was far more interesting, important things to talk about but maybe all anyone really wanted was just a simple bit of juicy gossip to while away the hours. Of course, she could be utterly wrong. This time, she hoped she was.
The group walked for what felt like a whole day, everyone's legs felt weak and wobbly. It was a sure sign of their energy deficiency from a lack of regular food. Thankfully the camp was in view in the near distance, so their struggles were only for a few more miles. Food would soon be waiting for them, however small it would be. The food in Clarke and Bellamy's rucksacks had quickly disappeared between everyone, with it all barely touching anyone's sides.
Clarke was about to speak, Bellamy's and her hands still discreetly intertwined together but a sudden voice broke through their bubble, smashing it to the ground. They both quickly pulled their hands away, pretending they were simply talking.
"What's that?" Monroe asked, as she pointed to the right hand side of camp. A thin, wispy line of gray smoke floated up from the trees, it's scent faint on the breeze.
All eyes turned towards it, as everyone tried to make out what they were seeing. It was obvious that it was smoke but what was causing it? Why had a fire being lit? "It looks like smoke. Maybe some form of Grounder signal?" Harper confirmed and questioned, her eyes wide with intrigue. She too had the same thought as Clarke: Why had a fire been lit? Clarke's stomach dropped at the sight. Something had happened, she was sure of it. Her legs involuntarily sped up, leaving the rest of the group behind for a few seconds before they too did the same. everyone sprinted towards camp, all desperately wanting to get back to know what had happened.
As soon as the group arrived back to camp, they could all see the panic in people's eyes, how they walked was now quick and of absolute need. There had been another attack on camp. Clarke couldn't see any actual damage but the sign of that smoke indicated otherwise. While the camp was leaderless, the Grounders must have attacked but not to kill. If they had wanted to kill off a few of the camp, why hadn't they gone and attacked Clarke and Bellamy when they were in Grounder territory? Why hadn't they gone for them because they could? It would have been easier than going for camp. Clarke didn't have time to wonder any longer as Octavia came running over as the entrance of camp closed behind them, shutting everyone off from the outer world. She wrapped her arms around her brother, hugging him so tightly that Clarke was sure he wouldn't be able to breath.
"I'm so glad you're all back, I was so worried." Octavia panted as she finally unwrapped her arms from around Bellamy, now looking at the whole group as a whole. "We were attacked. Everyone seems to be okay and accounted for but the Grounders very nearly got in. The west wall is being repaired and hopefully when they attack again, we'll be that more prepared. I'm going to see...urmm..." She was going to mention Lincoln's name but thankfully didn't, she carelessly forgot about not talking about him while in company. Bellamy's eyes were wide out of worry for what she was nearly going to say but he calmed down when she stopped. Octavia quickly turned to look at Clarke, a slightly embarrassed smile on her lips. "...you know what, I've remembered I have to do something in the Medics Tent. Clarke, could you help me?"
Both Clarke and Bellamy knew what Octavia was asking; the baby needed to be checked on but Clarke didn't want to go. Not right now at least. There was far too much to do here in camp, like unpacking the parcels and sorting it all out for starters. Clarke quickly shook her head. "Everything we got from the ship needs to be sorted out, I'll come by later."
Octavia wasn't backing down anyway and now had taken hold of Clarke's arm and started to pull her in the direction of the tent. "Come on. I promise it won't take long, I just need your opinion on something." she lied out of her teeth for the sake of the others around them, who were all completely in the dark. Clarke didn't want to go, there were far more important things to do and anyway, what was the rush? There'd be nothing different going on in Clarke's tummy tonight. They could do it then.
Clarke started to wriggle out of Octavia's grasp before finally succeeding. She was about to say that she couldn't but Bellamy piped up before another word could be said. "You know what, I'll sort out what we've brought back and you and Octavia can do what you got to do." Bellamy's tone had changed, as that light beat sound had gone and was replaced by his professional, 'leader' voice. "You can find us when you're finished." He let a small smile appear on his face, as he looked between Clarke and Octavia before shifting his gaze to the others of the group, who were still waiting for orders. "Right. Let's go." Before leaving, he took Clarke's rucksack from her, hooking it over his shoulder. Clarke quickly unzipped her rucksack before Bellamy walked off and took out a wrapped up monitor, trying to conceal it the best she could. She thanked him quietly before the group walked off.
This left Clarke and Octavia to head off to the Medics Tent, somewhere Clarke didn't think she should be going to right now but everything seemed to be sorted, placed completely on Bellamy's figural shoulders. It wasn't a long walk over but Clarke noticed a far amount of gazes were drifting towards her. Whatever the reason, Clarke ignored for now, though Bellamy's earlier talk on Finn spilling the beans did pop into her mind. She pretended that she hadn't noticed the gazes and carried on walking, her head held high right into the Medics tent. Octavia held open the doorway for Clarke to enter. "You first." she insisted before Clarke muttered a 'thanks' at her manners. Clarke knew what the routine would be here, so without being asked, she handed over the monitor to Octavia before laying herself down on the nearest bed.
She was glad Octavia was on the job and not Rex, she couldn't handle seeing him or his female shadow Talia right this moment. They hadn't spoken in a week, only a few passing gazes to one another as they went along with their lives. Clarke was glad she didn't have any unnecessary stress right this moment.
As Clarke lay on the bed, her upper body propped up on her elbows, she watched Octavia attempt to get the tubular shaped monitor working but with no avail. In her defence, it was a difficult bit of machinery to work with but it didn't bring much confidence to Clarke that someone who was going to use it on her, didn't know how to even switch it on. Maybe having Rex here would have been a better choice. Clarke knew it wouldn't have but the thought still had come to mind. At thinking this, a low hum vibrated through it, signalling that it was now on. "Finally! Right. Lay down please and lift your shirt up." Octavia instructed and Clarke listened.
Octavia placed the monitor down on a bunch of boxes, at a good eye level for Clarke before pressing the portable scanner over her growing tummy. Octavia flicked a few switches and pushed some buttons before an image gradually hovered over the machine, a hologram of Clarke's baby. It hadn't felt completely real to Clarke that she was pregnant but at seeing, at last an actual image of her baby, it started to fell it. She was going to have a baby. She couldn't help but shed a few tears, her emotions bubbling up within her. "That's my baby." she whispered, her eyes fixed on the image.
Octavia smiled over at her before turning her attention back on the monitor and started to press some more buttons until she got the outcome she wanted. A small screen lit up just under the hologram, words and numbers that Clarke couldn't make out filled the screen in an instant. "All seems good with the baby. Okay, I need to urmm...I need to just prick your finger if that's okay? Just to see if you're low on vitamins or anything." She gave Clarke a sweet smile as she changed the scanner for the tiniest needle either of them had seen. It was linked, like the scanner to the monitor, each instrument stored in a small draw tucked at the bottom of the machine.
Clarke flinched slightly at the sound of a needle pricking her finger, she had some bad memories from the Ark but at seeing it's small size, it didn't bother her all that much. She smiled lightly at Octavia, still in a sort of haze from seeing her baby. "Sure." She held out her finger for Octavia to take.
It was all over so quickly, just one small bit of discomfort and it was done. The monitor started to beep and make some unusual noises before finally, the screen and hologram flashed a bright blue, signalling that all results on Clarke and the baby had been sorted. Octavia's eyes scanned over it all, a soft smile on her lips, as Clarke stayed lying on the bed, unaware of what Octavia was reading. Octavia's smile disappeared after a while, something was off. "You're a little dehydrated and you're low on iron and calcium but urmm, Clarke, I've got to tell you something...Rex may have...predicted how far along you are by a week off. Actually he has. You're eleven weeks pregnant this week, not last week. Maybe you got your date wrong with...you know..." Sleeping with Finn. That was what she was trying to say.
"No, no, I haven't...I...I..." Suddenly it clicked. She quickly bolted upright, her eyes slightly puffy from the earlier crying. "It's not Finn's." she muttered this, mainly to herself but Octavia heard it. Octavia's eyes widened with delight.
"You mean..." A broad, bright smile appeared on Octavia's lips as a pure feeling of excitement swept over her. "I am going to be an Auntie! Oh Clarke..." She wrapped her arms around Clarke without thinking. She was just so happy with the news.
Clarke simply sat there in time that had seemingly stopped. She let this news sink in, while her body was so very slowly being squeezed to death. What was she going to say to Finn? Even more so, to Bellamy? This morning he was, well Bellamy and now, he was an expectant father. Clarke wrapped her arms around Octavia as another tear rolled down her cheek, wetting the fabric of Octavia's shirt. "I've...uhh, I've got to tell Bellamy. Oh God..." Clarke exclaimed happily as she pulled away from the hug and got herself up. "I don't know what to say, I...I have no words for the first time in my life!" Clarke laughed, so desperate to tell him the news.
Octavia laughed along with Clarke, she too was ultra excited by this news. "Just say what comes to mind." she advised before adding happily. "Only seven months left Clarke and he'll be here." She laughed again, as she watched Clarke walk closer towards the exit, nodding at Octavia's words.
"It's a long time in this world." Clarke simply replied, with that same smile. Octavia couldn't stop smiling herself, she was so happy to see her brother so happy and to know he was going to be a dad...well their mother would have loved to see that and to be a Grandmother.
"Go find him Clarke, tell him the news." Octavia beamed, her voice that fraction too loud for the tent.
Clarke didn't have to be told twice. She was off, out of the tent in search of Bellamy. Gazes kept shifting over towards her but she, again simply ignored them, all she wanted was to find him.
There weren't that many places he could be but he had to be stationed at the last one. It took her about fifteen minutes but she found him, placing some of the contents of the parcels in a container, tucked into one of the corners of camp. No one else seemed to be around, just Bellamy and Clarke. Alone.
Her heart raced in anticipation of how he was going to react. That smile from before had never left her lips. She made her way towards him, barely making a sound. It was only when she was a few yards away from him, that he must have heard her, as he quickly turned around and faced her. His was was moot of expression until he saw that Clarke was smiling. He seemed to wonder why she was so happy as he mirrored her smile to him. "I'm guessing things went okay with Octavia? Good news?" he asked, knowing full well why Octavia had asked her to come with her.
Clarke was finding it so difficult to not just burst out and tell him, so she nodded at his questions before talking, biting her lip at times to draw out the moment. "Very. Urmm, both baby and myself are healthy, no problems there, it's just...Octavia told me something exciting and I just had to tell you." She walked that bit closer to him, closing that little bit more space between them.
Bellamy looked utterly confused before a thought popped into his mind. His eyes widened slightly out of wonder. "There's not two babies in there?" He laughed lightly as he spoke but Clarke quickly dismissed that train of thought.
"No, oh no, nothing like that, it's just...oh I'm just going to say it, Bellamy, Finn's not the father, you are." Like a band aid, it was done. It was out in the open. Clarke's gaze studied Bellamy's expression, trying to make out the emotions there. She couldn't help but beam from ear to ear.
Shock. Confusion. Realisation. Excitement. Love. Each emotion flashed plainly across Bellamy's face, the last of which stayed with the press of Bellamy's lips to Clarke's. He pulled back to speak for the first time in a while. "We're having a baby?"
Clarke nodded happily before speaking, a rolling tear falling down her cheek. "We are. There's a little you in there somewhere." She looked down at her tummy and rubbed it gently. "Oh no, there's a little you in there." she teased but their mix of emotions could not be ignored. Bellamy pressed one of his hands on top of Clarke's, his gaze fixed on her stomach before shifting back up to look at Clarke. He placed his other hand on her cheek before pulling her over to him for another kiss.
"You're very funny, you know that?" he joked, referring to her teasing. His words were muffled against her lips. He placed both his hands on her cheek.
Clarke simply chuckled as she sunk into their kiss, moving her lips gently with Bellamy's. Clarke had always gone by the motto her mother had told her once, 'Don't be a woman that needs a man. Be a woman a man needs.' but this time, she really wanted a man, well not just any man, she wanted Bellamy and to her delight, he wanted her too.
Finally got the answer to the story's description/blurb thingy. I had planned on Finn being the father but thought 'nah', I'll go down this route instead. I'm a 'Bellarke' shipper after all! :D