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Chapter 9: "Day Trip"
*Please note that this story is divergent from the actual series*
Clarke sighed softly as she looked up at him, searching his features for a moment and not knowing what this really was… his goodbye.
Bellamy sat in the top of the dropship and looking towards the grounder who swayed slightly against his bindings. He thought back to earlier when he was with Clarke by the river and then when he took her to their tent to spend a few stolen hours alone together. He hadn't told her and hadn't told Octavia that he would be leaving on his own after a few hours. He didn't want to drag them both down with him when the Ark landed. He was pulled from his musings when Miller came up into the room.
"You spoke to them?" Bellamy asked softly, his eyes not leaving the grounder's face.
"Yeah. I told Digg's mom the news, John's dad." Miller stated as he stared at the grounder in hatred. "I'm supposed to talk to Roma's parents later."
"Thanks for doing that. I owe you." Bellamy stated solemnly, he didn't know if he had the strength to face grieving parents and admit that something, he did wrong, ended their child's life.
Miller watched him for a moment before turning his head to look towards the grounder, "Telling all these parents that their kids were murdered by Grounders, I just wish we could say we were getting some justice."
"We're not killing him." Bellamy stated firmly. He shared a look with Miller for a moment before watching the younger man confront the grounder. "You were a lot scarier when you had that face paint on." He stated as he smeared berries on his face. He didn't walk away fast enough and the grounder headbutted him down to the ground. Bellamy sat there, looking down at Miller and then looking back up at the grounder with an iota of respect.
"Tell me about the Grounder." Jaha demanded as he looked towards Clarke. "Can he provide any insight into how to survive winter?"
"We're doing everything we can to prepare here. We're gathering nuts and berries, curing meats, digging for roots, but the truth is, we'll freeze before we starve." Clarke stated.
"There's good news on that front." Kane stated into the connection. "According to civil defense plans from before the war, there's an old emergency aid depot not far from the landing site." He stated as he turned the screen so she could see a map. Clarke would look over it for a moment before nodding.
"In addition to the supplies, it could provide shelter for the hundred and for the citizens coming down from the Ark." Jaha stated, though Clarke didn't want to admit that she didn't like the idea of the adults coming down to grow prosperous on the backs of the hundred.
Kane would answer the question, "It was designed to withstand nuclear warfare." Clarke would think for a moment before she nodded, "All right. It's worth a shot."
"Chancellor, I have to object." Diana stated, "Project exodus is under way. The kids should sit tight in their camp until the first dropship launches."
"Even if everything goes without a hitch, the hundred would die from exposure before relief arrives." Jaha stated, countering her argument.
Clarke would frown as she spoke, "With all due respect, we were sent down here to die and every day has been a struggle for us to survive. We don't need to wait on reinforcements in order for us to get basic necessities."
Jaha would look around the room for a moment before speaking. "I'd like a moment with Clarke alone, please, and I know there's a line of parents waiting to talk to their kids." Jaha waited till the last person was out of the room before he smiled into the camera. "Clarke, we all are very proud of what you've done down there. Your mother—"
"I don't want to talk about my mother." Clarke stated as she crossed her arms against her chest.
"Please, Clarke. It's time to forgive. Let me schedule a time for you and Abby to sit down—"
"Look. I know you both think that betraying my dad, killing him, was an unavoidable tragedy, but I don't see it that way, and I never will." Clarke stated as she tried to control her emotions, "So, just tell me who's next and let someone who actually wants to talk to their parents have a turn." Clarke sighed as she took the name and would quickly set the headphones down and left the makeshift tent. She would walk out to the group and called out the name on the list, "Dax. Hey, you guys seen Dax?"
Monty would smile towards her and pointed, "Over there. On the meat crew."
Clarke would nod in her thanks as she started to walk over towards the tall boy, "Dax… you're up." Clarke watched him drop what he was doing and head to the tent. Not knowing that he was going to be intercepted and spoken to with a plan to kill Bellamy.
Bellamy sighed as he moved down the ladder and saw Octavia sitting there. "You are still here…"
"I'm not moving till you let me up there to see him."
"O…" Bellamy started, sighing for a moment before asking her, "I let him live. Isn't that enough?"
"He saved my life and yours."
"I know you see it that way, but—"
"That's the way it is." She stated, cutting him off as she stared at her brother.
"He's still dangerous, O. Whatever twisted connection you have with that animal, forget it. You don't get to see him. End of conversation." Bellamy stated firmly.
"Why do you even care if I ruined your life? You should want me to go up there. Maybe you'll get lucky and he'll kill me, problem solved."
Bellamy sighed as he looked towards his sister and looked over to see Clarke walking in. With a quick shake of his head he spoke to her. "There answer is still no. I'm not talking to Jaha."
"No… that's not why I'm here." Clarke stated as she looked over towards a sulking Octavia and then back up to Bellamy. "Kane gave me directions to a depo that might have some needed supplies in there." She watched him think about it for a moment before he inquired into what could be stored there. "I don't know… blankets, medical supplies, clothing, possibly weapons…" She would trail off by the look in his eyes and she would give him a smirk. "Want to take a walk with me?"
Bellamy let out a breath as he looked over towards his sister and then back to Clarke. "I'll get my stuff, meet you in ten at the gate?" At her quick nod he would turn and walk out of the dropship, feeling a little more positive about the day since he would be able to spend a good amount of time alone with Clarke. Maybe even hash out what was growing between them.
Clarke would give him a slight smile as she went to do a final check on Finn. She glanced around for a moment before she pushed her way inside of the tent and slowly knelt next to his side, her eyes looking over his chest and his color. "How are you feeling?" She inquired as she lifted his shift just enough to check the bandage at his side, relieved and impressed that the bandage showed no signs of infection. Thank goodness for the seaweed that Wells had found.
"Weak, bored." Finn complained as he looked towards Clarke and over towards Raven. He didn't like the look that Raven was giving him but he also didn't want to let go his opportunity to convince Clarke he was the better man. "Grateful to be alive." He admitted softly as he looked up at her face.
"Well, if you want to stay that way you should rest." Clarke added softly, checking the bandage once more before she gave a nod to Raven. "Just keep him in bed for the rest of the day and I'll check back in tomorrow afternoon."
"Wait… where will you be?" Finn asked quickly, rising up on his elbows and ignoring the outraged look that Raven gave him.
"It's a little assignment from the Ark. Nothing to worry about." Clarke stated as she shared a small look with Raven.
"It's not safe out there. Who are you going with?" Finn asked, ignoring Raven's outraged scoffing noise. "Finn, Clarke is a big girl. She can take care of herself."
"Clarke… you ready?" Came Bellamy's voice from out side of the tent and Clarke would stand to pull her makeshift hand warmers into place. "Just a minute."
"I can't believe you are going with him. You can't trust him." Finn protested but Clarke wasn't hearing it. She reassured Raven once more before she ducked from the tent and met up with Bellamy just as he was stuffing some rations into his bag. She furrowed her brow at the amount he was taking, but didn't comment on it as she motioned towards the gate. "Ready when you are." Bellamy nodded softly, taking a second to look back at the dropship and his sister before he followed Clarke out of the camp. Neither of them realizing that Dax had started to follow them.
Once they were out of sight from the camp, Clarke would move closer to him and her fingers moved down to lace with his own tentatively. Bellamy would grin down to her, squeezing her hand possessively and pulling her a little closer to him as they walked.
"You know… the first Dropships will be landing soon and I'm pretty sure you can't avoid Jaha forever." She stated as they broke apart to walk up an incline. Bellamy shook his head, wanting to explain to her what was wrong but unable to formulate the words. He was going to leave her… and he didn't know if he was strong enough to really go through with it. "Clarke… drop it for now." He stated, looking around the area together.
"Maybe he will forgive…" Clarke stated softly and Bellamy cut her off. His hand moved up to press along her cheek softly. "Clarke… I shot the guy, please let it go for now." He stated and she would simply nod softly to him. Bellamy sighed softly as he leaned forward and kissed her forehead softly. "We will need to split up to look… stay within shouting distance."
Clarke watched him with sorrow filled eyes as he pulled away from her and started to pace around the area, trying to find some kind of door that would allow them to access the bunker. It was about an hour later when Clarke called for him that she found some kind of door. With both of them working together, they were able to lift the rusted door and walked down the stairs. She would hand him a light as she looked over the cobwebs and dirt.
"You really think this place hasn't been ransacked before?"
"A girl could dream." She stated playfully as she looked back at him and started to walk down one of the hallways. They were quiet as they started to walk down the stairs, Bellamy gripping the ax tightly in one hand and the other on the light as they walked. Clarke would suddenly pause when they saw a body on the stairwell then started to move past it.
"What a hell of a way to die…" Bellamy muttered as he looked at the skeleton and then looked towards Clarke. "So much for living down here…" She stated as she looked down at the obvious water damage and the moldy conditions. "Anything that was down here is ruined now." Bellamy stated as they looked through the items that they could. Clarke announced in surprise when she found some blankets and Bellamy shook his head. Anger and disappointment filling him as he slammed his hand down on a barrel. "Excited about stupid blankets? How about a canteen, a med kit or even a decent tent?"
"Bell…" Clarke stated as she moved up behind him to run her fingers over his strong back, trying to calm the rage he felt inside of himself. "The blankets can help with the cold." Bellamy jerked away from him, kicking the barrel he had just opened only to watch what looked like oil cascade across the ground and out popped … guns. They both looked in surprise at the guns, moving over to look at them as Bellamy held one up with a smile. "Safety." Clarke would frown, looking over the guns and then started to look around to see if they found anything else. Luckily, they did… she found boxes that had a black label on them and after rubbing off the dirt she could clearly read "ammo". "Bell… there has to be tons of this down here." Clarke stated.
"This changes everything, no more running in fear from spears. Ready to be a badass, Clarke?" Bellamy stated as he looked over the boxes with a grin.
"I'm not going to fight you on this, Bell, I know we need them…. It's just… don't think I will be happy with the fact that we are taking them." She stated as she pushed an ammo pack into the gun.
"We're lucky the rifles were packed in grease. The fact that these survived means we're not sitting ducks anymore." Bellamy stated, trying to get her to see the truth of it. Clarke would sigh as she looked up to meet his eyes, "I understand that, Bell… but there are a lot of dangerous criminals back in camp and we need to make sure that we can trust who gets these." Bellamy watched the play of emotions on her face before he would give her a nod. "Yeah… I can agree with that."
Clarke would look down at the weapon, lifting it to press it against her shoulder as she aimed towards the giant 'x' he had created. "So, I just hold it on my shoulder?"
Bellamy smiled as he moved closer to her, helping her guide the rifle into the perfect position against her shoulder. "Yeah, just a little higher now. The end." He stated as his other hand moved slowly up her back. Clarke would try to breath as she looked through the scope of the rifle, unable to think clearly with his large hand moving up along her back. "Yeah. Uh, that's good. Uh, watch and learn." He stated gruffly, stepping away to avoid any more contact for the time being. He would pick up a rifle as well, aiming at the 'x' he had drawn and after taking a breath he would fire only for the gun to click. He looked towards her before he cocked the gun to clear the round from the chamber and lifted it once more for aim. Once again nothing but a click happened.
Clarke would smirk softly, "Still watching."
"My bullets are duds. Try yours." He stated as he cleared the chamber once more. Clarke would move back into position, lifting her rifle up and taking aim. Once she fired, she jerked from the force of the rifle and watched as the hole appeared in the red cloth… as far from the center of the 'x' as she could get. "That… was amazing." She stated with a soft laugh, looking up towards Bellamy as he came close to her again. "Am I horrible for feeling that?" She asked him as he came up to stand right behind her. His hand moved up along her back to give her courage as he murmured close to her ear. "Try again."
"No… we shouldn't waste the ammunition."
"You need to practice, Clarke."
Clarke shook her head as she tried to get him to talk to her. "No, we need to talk about how we are going to control access to them at camp." She watched as he cocked the rifle and fired this time, his bullet hitting close to the center of the target. "You left Miller in charge of the grounder. You must trust him." She stated softly as she watched him, trying to figure out what was wrong.
"You should keep him close." He stated simply, "The others listen to him."
Clarke turned her head sharply when she heard that face and she moved to face him, blocking him from lifting the rifle again. "I should keep him close? Bellamy… what are you planning to do?" She searched his face in the dim light afforded them by the lamp and she could see worry and regret shining in his big soulful brown eyes. He lifted his hand, moving it to smooth along her jawline and her cheek as his voice took on a gruff tone. "I can't go back with you, Clarke. I can't… be here when they come. They will execute me for what I did."
Clarke's eyes widen as she reached her hand up to wrap around his wrist tightly. "No, Bellamy… there is another way. I will find another way. Please... I don't want to lose you as well. You were just going to leave me, weren't you? You were just going to leave Octavia."
"Octavia will be just fine without me, she hates me. And you… you will be fine without me as well. You don't need me." He stated simply, his fingers moving up to entangle in her blonde hair and fighting with his inner beats that wanted to do nothing more than to keep her with him always.
"Bellamy, you don't know…"
"I shot the chancellor, Clarke. They are going to kill me. Best-case scenario, they lock me up and when they do… I will still…" He muttered as he lowered his head down against her own, closing his eyes against the agony of the thought of leaving her. Of her moving on and finding someone else. He let out a shaky breath as her fingers were on his shoulders and then into his hair as well as he swallowed down his emotions. "I will still lose you…"
"Bellamy…" came her choked reply as she looked up to meet his eyes. She slowly leaned up, pressing her lips against his own in a sweet kiss before she pulled back to sigh. "Please… let's try it my way and if it doesn't work… I'll leave with you."
"No… Clark-" he pleaded softly as he gripped her tighter to him and she would give a soft shaky laugh, cutting him of. "If you think I am going to go back to whatever life I had on the Ark you are mistaken... you ruined me, Bellamy… you ruined me from ever wanting anything without you there."
Bellamy sighed, resting himself against her and moving his hands to press against her back to hold her close. He knew he couldn't leave her, wouldn't be able to if someone had held a gun to his head. Another sigh left him as he slowly nodded against her. "Alright… we will try it your way… I need some air. Why don't you pack what you can here and we'll head back?" She gripped him like she thought he was lying to her and then slowly released him. Once she pulled back, he would see the tear streaks on her cheeks and would slowly brush them away with his thumbs. "I swear, I'm not leaving you today. Okay?"
Clarke gave him a small smile, kissing his thumb before she broke away to wipe her face. Bellamy would steal one last kiss before he walked away from her, walking out into the misty and cold air as he gulped for breath. He bent over, trying to control his emotions and not seeing the figure that had slipped down into the bunker he had just left. He lowered himself down onto his knees, pressing his fingers through his moist hair as he groaned out in annoyance. How could she love him? Him? A monster that not only shot Jaha, but was responsible for killing three hundred souls. Bellamy tilted his head back to let out a pained cry, "I'm sorry!"
Clarke was just finishing packing the boxes of ammo into the pack when she heard the sounds of footsteps. "You are back already? How much do you think we can take with us?" She asked, not turning around as she picked up what looked like sealed medical supplies and stuffing it into her bag while praying, they hadn't expired after so long. When he didn't answer she turned her head only to feel a sharp pain in the side of her head of someone hitting her with the barrel of a gun. She fell face first into the water and grease mixture… whoever it was that had attacked her turned her slightly so she wouldn't die. His mission was to kill Bellamy, not the only healer on Earth. Once he made sure she was breathing he would walk back up the stairs quietly, his eyes taking in Bellamy who still knelt not too far away. It was too bad that he was coming to terms with what he had done… too bad that there wouldn't be forgiveness for him. Bellamy was lost to the world, lost to his own grief and didn't hear the footsteps behind him till he heard a gun cock. Bellamy opened his eyes and looked up only to see Dax standing there with a rifle pointed at him. "Nothing personal" he heard before the click filled the air. Bellamy's eyes widen when he realized that he would have been dead if it hadn't been for the gun having a dud. Dax hit him with the butt of the gun, sending him sprawling onto the ground while he reloaded the rifle. Bellamy reached for his gun only to point it up at Dax while Dax cleared the chamber in the rifle. Bellamy didn't think twice as he pulled the trigger only belatedly realizing that he was out of ammo. I'm so sorry, Clarke Bellamy thought as he stared up at Dax.
"Put it down, Dax" Came Clarke's voice from behind Dax. When Dax turned, she was holding a rifle aimed at him. Dax laughed, "Should've stayed down there, Clarke. I tried not to kill you, yet here you are and Shumway said no witnesses."
Clarke looked baffled, but never lowered her rifle as she spoke to Bellamy, "What is he talking about?"
"Shumway set it up." Bellamy stated in confusion. "He gave me the gun to shoot the chancellor."
"Walk away now, and I won't kill you." Dax promised, his gaze never leaving Clarke's.
"Put it down." She stated firmly, unshakingly as she refused to back away from Dax and his mission to kill Bellamy.
"You're choice." Dax stated and Clarke would pull the trigger only for the rifle to click from another dud. She quickly tried to jump to the side as Dax fired his rifle and she quickly hid behind a tree.
"No!" Bellamy cried as he saw Dax firing and he pushed himself up from the ground and tackled Dax to the ground, knocking the rifle out of his reach. He drew back and started to punch Dax, landing a right and a left against the younger boy. He wasn't expecting an uppercut which sent him falling backwards against the ground and now Dax was ontop of him.
Clarke was still behind the tree, struggling to get the rifle to cock again so she could help Bellamy. When she looked over, she saw Dax knock Bellamy with a hard right and then was reaching for the rifle. Both of them were fighting for the rifle now as Dax hit him upside the head with the long part of the gun. Bellamy's head was knocked to the right and there…. He saw the bullet casing.
"Get the hell off of him!" Clarke shouted as she started to rush forward, not even caring about the rifle now as a firing mechanism but as a blunt weapon. She barely got close before Dax kicked out of her, hitting her in the stomach and knocking her backwards onto the ground where she laid, gasping for her breath. The nausea that rolled through her was quick and powerful as she swallowed to get the pain under controlled.
Bellamy took advantage of that quick moment of distraction, grabbing the bullet and shoving it deep into Dax's throat just under his jaw. Dax gasped out in surprise… instantly letting go of Bellamy and fall back as he gasped for breath. Bellamy barely gave him a second thought as he turned and crawled over towaards Clarke as she was just pushing herself up into a sitting position. "Clarke…" He helped her lean against a tree before he collapsed against it as well. His hands moving to touch her inner thigh as he breathed hard.
"You're ok." Clarke whimpered out, leaning close to him and pressing her face against his throat as she breathed hard.
"No, I'm not." He stated roughly and Clarke was instantly on edge, she glanced around to make sure no one else was around then moved her hand up along his chest to feel for any kind of wounds or broken bones. "My mother… If she knew what I've done" Bellamy started as tears welled up in his eyes, pulling Clarke close to him so her head rested against his throat and he could feel her steady breath against his skin, "Who I am—She raised me to be better, to be good…"
"Bellamy" Clarke whispered against his skin.
"And all I do is hurt people." He finished as he sniffled, reaching up to brush the blood off of his face with the back of his hand. "I'm a monster."
"Hey... you have saved my life today. You may be a total ass half of the time, but I need you." Clarke stated roughly, pulling back just a fraction of an inch so she could turn her head and looked up into his own. "I need you…." She repeated firmly. "We all need you. None of us would've survived this place if it wasn't for you."
Bellamy looked away from her and she could see that he was clenching his jaw. "You want forgiveness? Fine, I'll give it to you. You're forgiven, okay?" She asked as she saw him turn his attention back to her and she gave him a brave smile. "But you can't run, Bellamy. You have to come back with me. You have to be there… to be the leader that the group needs."
"Co." He stated gruffly, moving his aching fingers up along her unblemished cheek then pushed her hair back softly to see the slight blood from her cut. "Co-leader you mean. You and I… "He smiled when she gave him a slight smile and nodded.
"Yes… you have to face it, Bellamy."
"Like you faced your mom?" He prompted softly to her.
"You're right. I don't want to face my mom." She stated as she rested her head back down against his chest. "I don't want to face any of it. All I think about everyday is how we are going to keep everyone alive, but we don't have a choice."
Bellamy would run his fingers through her hair again, trying to sooth her as he spoke, "Jaha will kill me when he comes down."
She would shake her head softly, "We'll figure something out." Bellamy sighed softly, resting his head back against the tree as he wrapped his arm around her delicately, pulling her close to him. "Can we figure it out later?"
"Whenever you are ready… I will be here for you." She stated as she closed her eyes against his chest, reassured by his strong heartbeat there and she moved her fingers up to rest over his chest just where the organ was beating.
They took a few more hours to gather their strength and then package all of the items that they wanted to bring back for the first trip. Mainly the guns, blankets, and of course Dax's clothing since he didn't need it anymore. They were just nearing camp when they heard the exclamation about the Grounder disappearing and Bellamy would speak up as he entered, "Let the grounders come. We've been afraid of them for far too long, and why? Because of their knives and spears. I don't know about you. But I'm tired of being afraid." He stated simply and looked down at Clarke who stood beside him. They shared a look and then pulled whaat they were carrying from behind their bags to show all the guns. "These are not toys, they are weapons. They are going to keep us safe."
Bellamy would nod softly, "Tomorrow we will start training and if the grounders come then we will be ready to fight."
They watched as everyone nodded and Clarke would smile up towards him with approval. "We will distribute the weapons tomorrow to the trustworthy." He then would take the stack that Clarke had and brought it with him to the tent. He did stop to look at Miller, judging him for a moment before he would hand him a rifle with a small nod. He watched as Clarke moved about the camp, distributing blankets but keeping two in Bellamy's tent and handing him one to Bellamy as he looked towaards Octavia. Bellamy would sigh softly, leaving the tent and walking over to his sister… slowly unfolding the blanket and wrapping it around her shoulders. He was surprised that she didn't shrug him off and he would slowly move to wrap his arms around her, resting his head against her with a soft whisper into her ear. "I'm sorry, O… I know you can't forgive me now… but I'm sorry." He felt her nod stiffly against him and he would leave her after that.
Clarke would look over to him as he spoke with Octavia, a small smile on her lips as she hoped that Octavia would listen to him at least. She would duck into the tent to make sure it was uninhabited before she sat down and waited for a response from the Ark. She gave a kind smile to the technician on duty and politely spoke, "This is Clarke Griffin looking for Chancellor Jaha." She waited while the tech patched her into a private line to Jaha's quarters and she would clear her throat softly as she spoke. "Chancellor… I have a favor to ask from you. I know you have been wanting to understand why Bellamy Blade did what he did to you… and I want to bring him in so he could speak with you. Please? He has something important to tell you." Once Jaha had nodded she would leave the tent to call for Bellamy to join her.
Bellamy started to walk towaards her only to stop and looked back at Octavia. "That grounder escaping, was that you?"
"I had nothing to do with it."
Bellamy clenched his jaw tightly, knowing that she was lying to him before he turned to look towards Clarke. He gave a small nod before he walked to greet her.
"Mr. Blake, I've wanted to talk to you for some time now." Jaha stated as he looked towaards Clarke and Bellamy as they came onto the transmission. What he didn't see was Clarke moving her hand down under the table to lace with Bellamy's, to give him strength of what was coming. "Before you do," Clarke stated, "I'd like to say something."
Once he nodded, she would start to speak, "When you sent us down here, you sent us to die, but miraculously, most of us are still alive. In large part, that is because of him, because of Bellamy." She stated as she tilted her head to share a look with Bellamy who looked at her with such soulful eyes. She knew she was one of the few that could read him so well, knew he was touched by why she had to say. "He's one of us, and he deserves to be pardoned of his crimes just like the rest of us." Clarke stated as she turned her head back to meet Jaha's eyes.
"Clarke, I appreciate your point of view, but it's not that simple."
"It is," Bellamy stated, his fingers squeezing her's tightly, "If you want to know who on the Ark wants you dead." They watched as Jaha took stock of the situation, clearly thinking about it before he would lean forward towards the camera, "Bellamy Blake, you're pardoned for your crimes. Now, tell me who gave you the gun." Bellamy squeezed Clarke's fingers as he spoke to Jaha of Shumway's betrayal. They spoke for a little bit longer before Jaha closed the connection to handle the betrayal on the Ark. Clarke would slowly remove the headphones from her head and looked up with a smile towards Bellamy. He would do the same, moving to press his hand up along her cheek and then into her hair as he pulled her closer so they could share a kiss. He filled it with as much passion and desire he felt for her before they broke the kiss and he rested his head against her forhead. "Stay with me tonight…"
Clarke would swallow for a moment before she would nod, slowly standing when he did and her fingers laced with his own. She held her head up proudly as they walked side by side, ignoring the looks and whispers from some of the other people in the camp as Bellamy held open the flap for her to enter. Clarke would take one more look behind her only to meet the coy smile of Raven and Octavia before she slipped into the tent and Bellamy followed her. She would pull off her jacket, setting it aside and sat down on his bed to start removing her boots. A soft sigh left her as she looked over to see him doing the same thing. "Enough stalling… on the bed." She told him and Bellamy chuckled as he lifted his shirt up and off of him, slowly moving to undo his pants as well.
"Easy princess, who knew you were so domineering." He chuckled as he moved to crawl onto the bed in only his boxers. Clarke would roll her eyes as she opened her pack, pulling out some of the cleaning material she kept soaked in tea from the seaweed and would move to start dabbing along his brow and then along his forehead softly and gently. Bellamy winced, pulling away slightly before he rested his head back down. "Jeeze, Clarke, warning next time?" Clarke would scoff softly to him, cleaning the cuts as gently as she could and peered at the cut across his nose. "It isn't broken or deep."
Bellamy would brush her concern away, taking the rag from her and slowly moving her hair out of the way from where she was hit. He quieted her with a soft kiss when she tried to protest. His eyes darkened with anger, with a desire to go back and bring Dax back alive only to kill him again with his bare hands. He slowly and gently as he could started to clean the cut near her temple. "You don't need stitches." He stated thankfully, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He didn't think he would have been able to handle piercing her precious skin with the makeshift needle and he would have hated the fact that someone else would have to do it just as much. After he made sure that the cut wouldn't bleed any more, he would slowly start to lift her shirt upwards. "Bell…." Clarke started to protest but he silenced her with a harsh look. He slowly lifted her shirt up and over her head, moving his large hand downwards along her stomach and pressing gently to make sure there wasn't anything broken. Satisfied when she only grimaced and not cried out, he would help her remove her pants and directed her down into the bedding and into his arms. Bellamy would shift them slightly, pulling her against his chest with his arms wrapped around her. One arm under her head to be a pillow and the other resting flat on her stomach. He knew Clarke didn't like to be confined so much, but he was grateful when she settled in and didn't make a protest. Slowly, Bellamy would lower his head to rest it down as well… unable to let her go even in sleep.
Neither of them moved until the morning. Clarke awoken with the wonderful feeling of being safe and protected in Bellamy's arms and she wanted to just lay there to savior it for the moment. Unfortunately, they were rudely awoken but a shouting match between two people and Clarke would sigh in disappointment. "So much for sleeping in." She murmured to him as he sat up to find his shirt. Clarke would move to pull on her clothing, pressing a quick kiss to his lips and quickly rushing out of the tent before Bellamy could grab for her again. "Damnit…" Bellamy stated, his morning already starting off in a foul mood after being denied his alone time with Clarke. After he was dressed, he would walk out of his tent, stomping, yes stomping, over to where the argument was being held.
Clarke would grab a handful of berries as her breakfast, washing it down with some waater as she started her rounds with the first being with Finn. She greeted him softly as she knelt, lifting his shirt up and frowning at the state of the bandages. "I need to check this."
"Guns? Really?" Finn quizzed her.
Clarke would roll her eyes slightly as she started to remove the bandage, "With the grounder escaping we have to expect retaliation. We have to be prepared."
"Yeah. Our ancestors wanted to be prepared, too." He countered, his eyes trailing over her injury on her head. "Did Bellamy do that?"
"What? No." She stated as she pulled the bandage off fully, reaching for a clean one and some of the seaweed spread they had made. "Why would you believe him? Why would you trust him?"
"I trust him."
"You can't be serious… Bellamy is leading you down a very dark and dangerous road. I wish you would've talked to me about it first."
Clarke bristled at that, dropping the new bandage on his chest as she quickly stood. "You have no right to judge me or Bellamy. Especially not Bellamy as he has only done the best he could to protect all of us. We have no option but to use the weapons for our protection against the grounders." She quickly looked over towards the tent flap as Raven would enter and she would hand her all the supplies before leaving.
**I hope everyone is enjoying my take on the 100. I hope I wasn't too much out of character. Next chapter will be based on the episode 9: Unity and I will take a complete left turn from the series. Anyone have any thoughts?
