This quarantine business has me cranking out words like I'm running a race.
Enjoy some more Bellarke!
The day they crash landed on the beaches, surrounded by green trees shutting out the sky, should've been the first clue that the new world was going to be shaded in colors that Bellamy had never seen in space. He was awestruck by soil colored like blood and he would've never guessed fish came in so many different colors. Still, nothing could ever prepare him for a special pair of ocean eyes.
He'd been watching her for some time. Ever since they met on the beach, two months before, when Floukru helped gather the 100 and lead them safely to their ship, Bellamy had been distracted by her bright blue eyes. He just couldn't stop staring at the Heda.
Clarke Kom Floukru.
He wondered if all their royalty had eyes like hers. Rumors around the massive oil rig were that Clarke was a Natblida. Bellamy did not know what that meant, per say, but he guessed it had something to do with why she was treated as a queen aboard the rig. People called her commander, despite there being no real need for one.
"Sky boy," she always called him, when she broke away from her duties to say hello.
"Princess," he'd offer back just as playfully, when she passed.
Floukru were a peaceful people and had been for centuries. For Bellamy and his crew, that saved them when they realized they were in over their heads after surviving the fall from the ring in space. Others on the rig had always warned Space Kru about the dangers on land. Apparently, some of their people had been going missing and some had turned savage and cannibalistic. The 100 were happy to be where they were but that didn't stop Bellamy from worrying what would happen when the people in space realized the 100 were alive.
Bellamy and his crew of 100 delinquents were welcomed with open arms, promised food and a place to sleep. Clarke was careful to make it clear they were all welcome as long as no one was violent. Bellamy agreed to her terms but he remained worried about some of his people. John Murphy for one, had already started to cause issues by stealing food to hoard.
Every night, Bellamy looked up at the stars in the sky, including the row of lights that was the space station. He wondered when they'd send a new crew down to earth to see if it was habitable. Bellamy's crew had been a science experiment, wearing bands to track biological signs. The electric wristbands shorted out in the salty sea, leaving nothing for the people in space to track.
For all anyone knew in space, the 100 were dead, but Bellamy knew it wouldn't be long before they'd collect another 100 people and send them down. The space station had been failing for years, it was only a matter of time before it failed altogether. Bellamy would be floated if anyone found out that he shot the chancellor on his way out the door. Bellamy was an enemy of the sky, which meant he was an enemy to Clarke's people as well. If the people on the ark came down, they'd burn her little cities to the ground. They burned everything they touched.
It's why Bellamy hoped no one would ever fall from the sky again.
"Hey, Sky boy!"
There they were again, ocean eyes, staring into his soul and igniting flares in his heart. It really was not fair that she was so achingly beautiful that he could do nothing but stare. Her pink lips were stretched into a smile and her curly blond hair was hanging all over her pale face. He marveled how a woman so seafaring as Clark could have skin as fair as someone who'd never seen the sun a day in their life. The only hint of the sun was in the freckles that lined her arms and the pink splotches on her cheeks that only grew when she looked his way.
"Princess, " he put down the fishing spear he'd been repairing and stood up so that he towered over her short frame, "is something wrong?"
"Reports are coming in," her blue eyes were resilient, "one of your people has crashed not far from the shore."
"One of," Bellamy furrowed his brow and put his hands on his hips, "my people?"
Clarke nodded, twisting her fingers around one of her long curls, "one, just one."
Bellamy licked his lips, "I'll round up my best fighters, we'll investigate."
Clarke didn't look pleased by his answer, "fighters?"
Bellamy pursed his lips, "not everyone up in the clouds will be happy to learn we survived the crash."
"The ocean destroyed your bracelets." Clarke said, "you said the sky people thought you were all dead."
Bellamy looked at his wrist where the tracker used to be, there were still two pinpoints in his skin from it. When Bellamy looked back up at Clarke, she looked concerned and her fingers reached for his wrist. She really knew how to make a guy ache, all the way down to his toes, for something more than friendship.
"If they find out we aren't dead," Bellamy said, "then the enemy in the woods will be your least concern."
"If they are your enemy," she said, "then they are my enemy, Bellamy."
"If they are my enemy," Bellamy said, "then they could harm you."
"I'm the Commander," she squared her shoulders, "I'd like to see them try to knock me down."
Bellamy admired her tenacity, "They have guns, Clarke."
She tilted her head in a way that was nothing but cute, "What are guns?"
Bellamy had seen the chancellor fall after he was shot. He imagined something similar happening to Clarke and he knew, no matter what, he'd make sure she never experienced a gunshot in her whole life. The gun hidden in his clothes seemed to burn into his skin.
"A gun is a bringer of death." Bellamy warned her.
"I do not want them to bring more Death to our world," she said, "not upon you, especially."
Just like the sea her eyes reflected, salt water rimmed her orbs. All of a sudden, he suddenly realized she was worried for him, just him, in the same way he was worried about her. Bellamy took a breath, reached out to take her hand, and felt the air woosh from his lungs. He'd fallen from space and yet, he still felt like he'd never fallen from quite so high. Falling into her ocean eyes.
"I'm not scared." he said, "I trust my Kru, just as you trust yours."
Clarke didn't look convinced.
"We'll go and recover the body," Bellamy said, "we don't even know if they're alive."
"What about the reapers?"
"They didn't kill us when we first landed," Bellamy said, "and they won't kill us now."
"They didn't kill you because one of my men scared them off," her eyes sparkled at him, mirth behind them.
"Details, Princess." Bellamy leaned forward, entranced by her diamond mind.
"Important details, Sky Boy." she cocked her hip at him, challenging him.
He considered for a moment that before meeting Clarke, he'd walked through the world blind. She was no careful creature, she'd defied death too many times to be considered careful but she was still precious to him. That's why he didn't ask her to come with him, even though he wanted her too.
Bellamy let his hand fall from hers and he offered her a smirk before he started calling for his crew. Harper, Monty, Jasper, Finn and Bellamy loaded up on spears and knives to get ready for the trek through the dangerous forest. Bellamy was kissing his little sister goodbye when Clarke arrived dressed in traveling clothes and wearing her hair in braids associated with high ranking grounders. Bellamy pulled back from Octavia to meet her blue eyes in shock.
"No," he said forcefully.
"Where you go," she said, strapping her knife to her belt, "I go, you're my people too."
Bellamy blinked and realized she was serious and that she truly saw his people, as hers. He didn't know how they got so lucky to land right into her ocean but he was thankful for it more and more with each passing day. He watched as Jasper and Monty cheered when they saw Clarke getting into the boat. He laughed when Harper hugged the blonde haired commander as they settled next to each other on the boat. Clarke's second, Echo, got into the boat alongside Bellamy.
"I won't let anything happen to her," Echo promised as they fell into their respective seats, "but if she gets hurt trying to protect you, I'll make you wish that you'd never been born."
Echo was a refuge from Ice Nation and as such, a little intense. A little hot too, but when Echo was next to Clarke...Echo was like a cold winter night and Clarke was the warmest sunlight. Bellamy knew too that what Echo said was real, she wouldn't hesitate to blame Bellamy for Clarke's death. As if Bellamy wouldn't blame himself as much.
The boat launched and the small crew started their way to the shore. There was still smoke rising in the distance, where the pod had clearly crashed. Bellamy and his people stared out at the smoke, not really knowing who or what to expect. Clarke sat straight in her seat, talking in undertones to Harper. Finn looked at Bellamy, worry on his face clear as day.
"What if it's a member of the guard?" Finn asked, "what if they're trying to see if any of us survived after our bands shut off?"
"Then we destroy any way for them to communicate back," Bellamy said, "and we let the reapers do the rest."
"And if it's a friend?" Monty looked hesitant about the knife Bellamy took hold of when he spoke.
"They sent us down here to die." Bellamy said, "no one up there is a friend to us."
"Not all of us are orphans, Bellamy." Finn hissed, "some of us have family up there."
"Yeah," Bellamy muttered bitterly, "Thanks for the reminder."
Finn had his girlfriend, Raven, waiting for him up in the sky. Finn had been one of the primary voices shouting to try and fix the zapped bracelets, but he'd been out-voted. He'd been hoping when the others came down to start living on Earth again, Raven would join them. Bellamy had to keep reminding Finn that the only thing coming down from space for the first settlement were farmers and soldiers.
Clarke had heard the argument and her eyes fell on Bellamy for a second. Even against the ocean, so cold and blue, her eyes were otherworldly. She nodded at Bellamy for a moment before saying something in Grounder to her second. Echo responded back, a sort of smile on her face. Bellamy only understood a bit of grounder, so he was unable to figure out what they were saying.
They landed on shore just as the sun rose to its highest point in the sky. Echo took the lead, her tracking skills profound compared to everyone in the hunting party. Harper was behind Echo, flanking the young grounder with a spear. Monty and Jasper had come along to see if they could recover anything from the space ship, not really fighters, so they hung out in the middle of the group. Bellamy and Clarke were behind Finn, both of them searching the woods for danger.
Clarke had a hardness to her blue eyes that looked dangerous without the ocean breeze blowing through her hair. Bellamy watched her everyone move with interest because she moved through the trees like she'd lived among them her whole life. Against the evergreens and red leaves, her eyes glowed as blue as a gem. When Clarke caught him staring she tilted her head at him in confusion.
"What?"
"Nothing," Bellamy dropped his gaze, "you just look at home here."
"I was born Clarke Kom Trikru," Clarke smiled up at the green branches, "I grew up playing among the trees and ruins of old."
"That must've been nice."
"It was," she mused, "until, of course, I was taken by the keeper of the flame."
Bellamy didn't understand, "keeper of flame?"
Clarke cut her sword through a bush playfully as they walked, "I was slated to be commander as soon as I won conclave." her blue eyes searched the treetops, "I miss the trees though."
"Why not move your city back to the woods?" he asked.
She grew sad, "the woods are no longer safe."
"But why?" Bellamy stressed, "where did the reapers come from?"
"We've been trying to find out," Clarke sighed, "and each day, more people seek asylum on the rig and each day I struggle to find a way to save everyone."
Bellamy knew what that feeling was like. Ever since they landed on the ground he'd done his best to keep all of the 100 alive. They'd lost three to reapers and two more to wounds from the crash. Everytime Bellamy wrapped another body in sheets and tossed it into the ocean, a part of himself died with them. Not a single kid deserved the death on the ground, not one, except maybe Bellamy himself.
Clarke brushed her hand with his, "what was it like growing up in space?"
Bellamy looked down into her blue eyes, seeing the solar system in them, "boring."
Clarke scoffed, looking up again, "you got to see the whole world in one blink, I've never been farther than the Ice Nation."
"The world is prettier from down here."
He was looking at Clarke as he said it, and when she caught his intense glare she flushed but didn't drop her gaze. Bellamy once again, got the feeling that he was drowning in her ocean eyes. The world fell from around them and Bellamy would have kissed her, had someone not shouted from ahead.
Clarke whipped her head around, a hard expression replacing her soft gaze. Finn was the culprit, pushing past Echo and Harper, screaming a name. Bellamy and Clark both started running the same time as everyone else as they came upon a wrecked spacecraft. Someone was inside, and it wasn't anyone Bellamy recognized but Finn knew the moment he caught sight of her ponytail.
"Raven!"
Bellamy felt his heart lurch as Finn ripped the door off the spacecraft, pulling the girl from the wreckage. Clarke sped up, falling onto her knees to catch the girl when she fell forward in Finn's arms. Her intelligent brown eyes looked around her and she managed a little gasp when her eyes reconnected with Finn's. Her hand lifted to Finn's face.
"I told them that you were alive." she whispered, before she passed out.
"What does that mean?" Harper asked worriedly, eyes flickering to Bellamy for leadership.
"I don't know." Bellamy muttered, feeling heat rise in the pit of his stomach.
Clarke felt Raven's pulse before looking around at the others, "she's hit her head pretty hard, but I don't think there's anything seriously wrong-"
"We have to get Raven back to camp." Finn said, "we have to protect her."
"What if she's with them." Monty asked, hesitant to trust Raven, "what if she's a weapon."
"Yeah," Jasper agreed, "what if they sent Raven down to confirm our deaths."
"Alone?" Finn demanded, "are you all mad?"
Bellamy looked at the small dropship that Raven had flown down from space. Everything inside was fried, not a single usable unit to communicate back to space. The smoke from the crash would have alerted anyone from space, and around the trees, that something was burning. Bellamy rolled his shoulder back and nodded at Finn.
"Back to the boat," Bellamy agreed, "before any reapers come looking for us."
Bellamy spoke too soon when an arrow landed in Echo's side. She cried out while simultaneously pulling her knife out, yelling bloody murder at the enemy they couldn't see. Clarke got out her sword, rocking in place in front of Finn and Raven, preparing to fight. Bellamy cursed and drew out his only pistol, only gun, the one that had come with him from space. Clarke looked over at him, confused at the black handled thing in his hands.
"You've had that this whole time?" Monty screamed at Bellamy, "and haven't used it?"
"Saving it for a rainy day," Bellamy muttered dramatically, clicking safety off just as reapers started running at them from the tree-line.
"Well it's raining like a bitch," Harper swung her wrist back and let a knife soar through the air, it landed in a reapers chest, "so start teaching these assholes why they shouldn't mess with us."
"I only have two bullets!" Bellamy shouted back at Harper as he backed towards Clarke, Finn and Raven.
"You only have two bullets?" Monty exclaimed.
"Why do you think I haven't used the gun yet, genius?" Bellamy barked back, putting his finger on the trigger.
"Where did you even get a gun anyway?" Finn asked from the ground, "they didn't arm the rest of us!"
"Now's not the time for questions!" Bellamy snapped at Finn, "save your girlfriend now, interrogation later!"
He didn't dare tell his team that one of the bullets was reserved for Marcus Kane when he finally arrived on the ground. Kane, after all, was the one who instructed Bellamy to shoot Jaha before he escaped on the pod. Kane had to be killed, or Bellamy would be killed.
Clarke pulled her arrows out one by one, sending them flinging as reapers poured into their little space. Clarke could take care of herself, as could Echo. Bellamy covered Finn, who was holding the unconscious Raven on the ground. She was probably too heavy to carry alone and back to the boat that would take them to the rig.
"Monty!" Bellamy shouted as his friend just as Monty cut a reaper with his sword, "help Finn get Raven back to the boat!"
Monty nodded solemnly, leaving the fighting behind to help Finn with Raven. Bellamy nodded at Jasper, allowing him to go too, just because he could fight the reapers that might chance the retreating party. Bellamy covered them all, his gun pointing around the clearing and waiting for the reapers to fall at the hands of Harper, Echo and Clarke. The last reaper fell and Bellamy relaxed his grip on the handle of his gun.
Clarke wiped her bloody knife on her leg, breathing heavily as she surveyed Bellamy, "what is that in your hand?"
Bellamy looked down at the weapon he'd stuffed away from prying eyes so that it wouldn't fall into the wrong hands. He didn't know what to say and Harper beat him to an explanation.
"A gun," Harper said, "it's a weapon."
Echo wiped the back of her hand against her bloodied cheek and came around to Bellamy to examine his weapon, "it didn't do much."
"That's because he didn't fire it." Harper said to Echo, walking over to Bellamy and hip checking him, "even though he could've ended this sooner."
"I'm not wasting a bullet when I knew you girls had it under control." Bellamy shot to Harper.
Harper mimicked his movements playfully at him and Bellemy almost chased her down to tease her, but then from behind, he heard a petrified scream. Echo and Bellamy turned on the spot to find Clarke clutching her hip where a reaper had stabbed her with a fallen knife. Bellamy fired one shot, right into the reaper's head. The reaper crashed and Bellamy and Echo raced for their Heda, who was holding the knife into the wound with her face screwed up in pain.
"It's poisoned." Clarke hissed as Bellamy tossed one of her arms around his shoulder for support, "we have to get back to the rig, my mother will have tonic there."
Bellamy could hardly breathe as he and Echo practically carried the commander back to the boat. Finn, Jasper and Monty all rushed for them as soon as they crashed onto the beach.
"What happened?" Jasper demanded, "is Clarke okay?"
"She got stabbed by a poisoned knife," Echo said, "we have to get back to the rig immediately."
Jasper, Harper and Monty took turns rowing as fast as they could. Clarke had started to sweat little beads down her forehead. The blood leaking from her leg was disturbingly black. Echo made a tunicate, but it was clear the poison was still making its way through her bloodstream slowly. Echo and Bellamy shared a similar look of despair when Clarke coughed as they lifted her onto the rig via the elevators.
"Almost there Clarke," Bellamy promised, "almost there."
Clarke's mother and the clan healer, Abby, came rushing forward to intercept them. She went pale when she saw Clarke's limping figure. Echo explained quickly. Raven was taken to medical by Finn but Clarke was fading too quickly and needed attention right then and there.
"Reapers and poisoned knives," Abby exclaimed as she and Bellamy lowered Clarke to the deck, "humans falling from the sky every other month...what's next?"
Bellamy fisted his hand in his curls, "Abby will she be okay?"
Abby saw the turmoil on his face and took a moment to place her hand on his shoulder kindly, "Breathe, Bellamy."
He forced himself to let out the air he'd been holding. Abby removed the knife and commended Echo on her attempts to thwart the poison. One of Abby's assistants brought a liquid that Abby made Clarke drink, without further delay. Five minutes after Clarke drank the potion, her color began returning. Abby sewed up Clarke's leg and then commanded Bellamy to take her to her room on the top of the rig.
"Don't let her get out of bed," Abby warned Bellamy, "I'm going to check on your sky friend."
Bellamy and Echo heaved Clarke up the stairs to the stately room where Clarke oversaw all matters of her people. The mattress in the corner was covered in furs and blankets that Echo left alone as they lowered Clarke into her bed. Bellamy and Echo fell to the floor beside Clarke, both of them thinking about how they'd almost lost her.
"No smart ass comments about me letting her get hurt?" Bellamy asked, looking to be Echo's punching bag.
Echo lifted her eyes to Bellamy, "I figure you're punishing yourself enough."
Bellamy sniffed, rubbing his chin to make himself seem unconcerned. Echo saw right through his game and snorted, standing up. Bellamy looked up at her in confusion.
"Where are you going?"
Echo pushed back her hair, "she'd be angry if both of us were sitting by her bed like she's about to die."
Echo sashayed out of Clarke's room, closing the door behind her retreat. Bellamy turned, placing his hands and chin on the edge of Clarke's mattress. She was sleeping, her ocean eyes closed to the world. The freckles that dotted along her face were more pronounced, since she was pale in the darkness of the room. She breathed so softly it was like ripples on the water. Their noses were inches apart and he counted each freckle, saving the memory for another time.
Suddenly, Clarke opened her eyes and blue met brown.
Bellamy didn't dare move but he was distinctly aware of the woosh of breath that left his lungs. Slowly, one of Clarke's hands raised up and she traced his face tenderly in the darkness of the room. Her eyes, soft and dark blue, made him way to proclaim his love in her own language.
"How do I say," he whispered, "I love you?"
Clarke shifted closer to him, "Ai hod yu in."
And then she closed the space between them, her mouth covering his sweetly. Bellamy leaned into her lips, feeling like he was once again, falling from the sky. When he pulled back from the kiss to stare into her ocean eyes, he knew he'd fallen farther than he'd ever fallen before. The depth to her eyes was like the deepest trench in the ocean and it was filled with love only for him.
"How's the leg?" he asked, "I shot the guy who did it to you."
"I've had much worse." Clarke boasted and then admitted, "but this does give me reason to ask why you didn't use your weapon much sooner?"
Bellamy chuckled darkly, "well for one, I figured you ladies had it under control."
"We did." Clarke would never admit if she ever had anything out of control, "you're not wrong in the slightest, Bellamy Kom Sky Kru."
"I know I'm not," but his gaze softened, "I was still worried about you though, Princess"
Clarke pouted her pink lips, "I worry for you, Sky Boy."
"Why?"
Clarke's lips pouted, "what happens when the person coming down from the sky is no longer a friend?"
"I reckon they'll try to lock us all up again," Bellamy whispered, "but they'll kill me."
Clarke's expression grew warrior-like, "well, they can't touch you without getting through all twelve clans first, and then me."
Bellamy reached up with one of his hands to run his fingers through her messy blond curls, "tell me how to say, I love you, again?"
"Ai hod yu in." she repeated, one of her hands digging into his shirt and dragging him onto the bed with her, "Ai hod yu in."
"Ai hod yu in." he breathed as their foreheads connected, "I love you, Clarke Kom FlouKru."
"Stop talking."
Her mouth returned to his and suddenly English wasn't even something Bellamy could remember. She surrounded him like he was swimming in the ocean, instead of swimming in her sheets. Clarke's tongue slid roughly against the roof of his mouth, tempting him, teasing him to give into her riptide. Clarke's mother had told Bellamy to make sure Clarke didn't leave her bed...he was doing his job by letting Clarke kiss him heatedly on top of her furs.
Her lips were rough, not soft like most of the girls he'd been with. She was not delicate, all teeth and tongue. His hands felt along the lines of her leathers, not leaving a single patch of body unexplored as they melded into each other. Her own hands had gathered in his hair, scratching against his scalp and eliciting a low grumble from his chest as she rolled onto his hips.
For a woman who'd gotten stabbed and poisoned only hours before, she was surprisingly dexterous with her hips. The lucious roll of her body against his made them both break from kissing, so as to catch a breath with a sigh. In no time at all through, Clarke's lips were back on his. Bellamy felt high off her kiss alone but when her hands started undoing the ties on his clothes, it kick-started a feverish removal of clothes between them both.
Bellamy's hands cupped every indented curve, every sloping point on her body. Clarke's mouth dragged against his shoulders, biting down at purely opportune moments, like when his fingers slid between her legs. He could feel how badly she was craving him, just based on the easy slip of his fingers between her.
"Tell me you want me," she begged, "please."
"I want you," he breathed, "every inch of you."
Bellamy didn't know how he got so lucky, looking down at her totally twisted by his touch alone. Clarke's eyes were closed and her head was pushed back so that her blond hair was cascading down her shoulders. Bellamy sat up, removing his hand and making her hips fall into his own. They both breathed through their mouths as she adjusted on top of him, her hands clasping onto his strong shoulders.
When she started moving he couldn't even remember his own name, only hers making its way to his lips. She rode him like he was a fucking horse and it was everything he could've dreamed about, her body bouncing against his desperatly. The rhythm was much like the roll of a ship on the water, fluid and unbreaking before each small wave. He was running out of oxygen as he felt her all around him, clenching and grabbing and biting.
Sunlight filtered through the holes in her roof, lighting her hair golden as they fucked like it was the end of their world, and not the start of it.
"Look at me." he begged her, as she started turning herself sparse, "at me, Clarke."
Her blue eyes opened and in the rays of light, they turned aquamarine, sparkling with a need as old as the earth itself. He was falling, falling, falling into the depths of those ocean eyes. Her pace grew quicker, their voices raising to match the cries of the birds that hovered over the rig during fishing time. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders and his body rose into hers with conviction until he'd fallen so far that he saw nothing but ocean blue swirling around his consciousness.
Bellamy knew that the world was going to be shaded in colors that he had never seen in space. He was still awestruck by red lobsters and he would always treasure the emerald green pine trees. Still, nothing could ever prepare him for one special pair of ocean eyes.