100 One Shots #3
Disclaimer: I do not own The 100 nor do I own anything on CW.
A/N: I send my thanks to my beta for editing this!
With Snow, Comes Battle
The wind howled, ripping through the trees as the delinquents rushed to dismantle as many tents as they could. Some carrying blankets and extra clothing, anything to help keep them warm. Bellamy directed everyone into the drop ship, telling them to find a place to sleep for the night.
The rain began to fall in icy sheets by the time everyone was inside and the door was closed. The metal pod wasn't exactly warm, but it was dry which was much better than spending the night in a flimsy tent. Here they were protected from the sleet and freezing wind.
As everyone settled for the night, Bellamy found Clarke where she lay all alone. He'd already checked on Octavia, finding her nestled safely in Lincoln's arms just yards away. He lay down beside her, their sides nearly touching.
Clarke had watched him make his way to her, but she'd been surprised when he'd lay down beside her and closed his eyes. She lay stiff and distant for a moment before she finally relaxed against him and curled into his warmth.
The next morning Bellamy sounded the wake up call, which really wasn't much of a call- more of a bellow. He pulled the lever that opened the drop-ship door, the ramp falling to unveil a winter wonderland.
It was snow, real snow, not just something read about on the Ark. White flurries continued to fall from the sky, kissing the earth and blending in with the two or three feet of bright, white crystals that blanketed the ground.
As Clarke looked out over the expanse of white, she couldn't help but think how beautiful it was. Nothing in the history books had prepared her for this sight, and looking around she could tell that the rest of the 100 were just as astonished.
She watched as kids began to make their way down the ram, moving slowly so as not to slip. When their feet touched the white fluff, it was like drop day all over again. Soon they were running and shouting with joy, falling into the snow with big smiles and bright eyes.
The doctor in Clarke knew that this beauty also held certain dangers, and they would soon begin to struggle. It would be difficult to find food, and frostbite would now be a new concern. Being confined in the drop-ship would also present a new worry. So many people confined to a small space would be a breading ground for bacteria, and disease would spread like wildfire. Many wouldn't survive, and the thought of more deaths settled like a rock at the pit of her stomach.
Then, suddenly, a ball of ice smacked into the side of her head. She wiped away the slick snow quickly, and looked for the culprit. It didn't take long to find him, standing there with a cocky smile and snowflakes caught in his dark curls.
"Listen up, Princess," Bellamy said, scooping up another handful of the white powder and rounding it in his bare hands, "Let's worry about everything later."
He let the snowball fly, and Clarke tried to dodge it but it hit her square in the chest. She gasped, staring at him for half a second before quickly bending to make a snowball of her own. The ice stung her bare fingers, and she looked up to find Bellamy readying yet another white ball.
She was quicker though. Letting hers fly with a carefree grin, delight coursing through her when it struck him on the cheek. The bewildered look on his face elicited a giggle that soon grew into a full belly laugh.
The others watched them curiously, and then began to make snowballs of their own to toss at each other. Soon everyone was running around, laughter and cries of surprise and joy echoing throughout camp.
Clarke found herself distracted from the inevitable worries that would come with their first winter, Bellamy chasing her with a handful of snow he intended to smear in her hair and down her back. He grabbed her hand and pulled, causing both of them to lose their balance.
Bellamy fell on his back, Clarke falling on top of him. They stared at each other for a moment, their gazes locked and their breathing labored.
"My bad," he said finally, a huge grin blossoming on his lips.
Clarke shook her head, gathering a handful of snow and smashing it against the side of his face.
"I'm sorry," she said, trying to stifle a giggle, "Was that cold?"
Even though the question was aimed at Bellamy, Clarke couldn't help the shiver that raced down her spine. He shivered beneath her, but something in his eyes made her think that it was more than just the cold and snow.
Then the teasing glint was back in his dark brown orbs, "You're going to pay for that, Princess!"
Clarke squealed, pushing off of him and scrambling to her feet before she took off at a dead run. Bellamy's long legged strides allowed him to catch up relatively quickly, and soon he was only a length or so behind.
She spotted Octavia and Monroe hiding behind a large oak tree, the two girls using the wide trunk to shield them from the onslaught of snowballs coming from Jasper and Monty's small snowfort a few yards away. Clarke turned to look at Bellamy, ducking out of his reach and running to hide with the other two girls.
"Teams," Jasper yells, loudly enough for the whole camp to hear.
A cheer went up from the delinquents as the teens began to break up into small groups.
"We're so going to regret this later," Clarke muttered, blowing warm air into her cupped hands in an attempt to bring feeling back to her cold fingers. She pulled her jacket tighter, trying to block out the cold.
"Relax, Clarke," Octavia said with a grin, looking over her shoulder with a smirk, "You can take care of us tomorrow.
"Thanks, O," Clarke replied with a roll of her eyes, looking up just in time to see Monty preparing to through a snowball.
She nudged Monroe, the girl nodding to let her know that she understood.
"What's your plan," Monroe asked, quickly forming snowballs and stacking them into a neat pile.
"We attack," Octavia answered instead, grabbing a few snowballs with an evil grin.
Clarke shook her head, but couldn't contain the smile that curved her lips. Just then something flew between them, hitting the tree behind them. She looked around the tree at a smirking Bellamy, his face a mask of innocence as he shrugged.
The blonde took her chance, stepping around the tree and throwing the snowball as hard a she could, aiming for the overconfident baboon. However, she missed when he dodged the ball.
Clarke cursed sharply, but before she could throw another one Octavia was beside her throwing one of her own.
The two girls turned at the cry of surprise from Jasper, grinning when they heard Bellamy's low curse. They high-fived, then quickly ducked back behind the tree.
The three girls worked in tandem making snowballs and lobbing them at their opponents. They didn't hear the soft crunching footsteps behind them until it was too late and they were covered in soft white powder.
Clarke gave a squeal of surprise, turning to find Bellamy behind her. Suddenly his arms came around her waist, pulling her up. He was laughing as he grabbed handfuls of snow and dropped it down the back of her shirt.
"Bellamy," Clarke shouted, wiggling in an effort to rid her clothes of the freezing crystals. It proved to be pointless because her co-leader just kept shoveling snow down her shirt. "Stop," she said, pushing him away and trying to hide her smile behind a look of disapproval.
Bellamy, on the other hand, was smiling from ear to ear. She didn't think she'd ever seen him so carefree and relaxed before. His dark chocolate eyes shone with his laughter, his smile bright and beautiful. She decided then and there that this was her favorite Bellamy Blake.
"I'm sorry," he said with a smirk, "Was that cold?"
Each word dripped with sarcasm as he copied Clarke's early question. She giggled, bending her arms to dig the slushy snow out of her shirt and wipe it on his face.
"I don't know, is it," she asked with a grin as he shook his head wildly, wet snow falling from his face.
He looked down at her, happiness filling his features. Suddenly his mouth met hers, his lips moving against hers in a gentle caress. After a moment of surprise, Clarke responded, forgetting all of her worries and concentrating on the man at her fingertips.
"Gross," Monroe called out, followed by a dramatic gag from Octavia.
"No making out on the battlefield," O yelled.
Clarke pulled away from Bellamy with a giggle, the snow fight continuing. However this time she had a new teammate, and she knew for a fact that when they worked together there was no foe, real or no, that they couldn't vanquish.
A/N: Thank you for reading! Please go and check out my new co-written story Kingdom of Shadows!
-Lin
