CHAPTER 6

It's been 2 months, how ya'll do? I'm not gonna lie I almost gave up on this story, when I wrote chapter 5 I had no plan, I made him fall too damn fast and it messed with my vision or lack thereof (I'm NOT GIVING UP) Their characters are different than in the show in some ways, but I feel I keep the roots of the characters intact. You may notice a change in how I wrote them from chapter 5 to this chapter. This needed to happen if I was going to continue with this story. Any questions message me :) Happy reading!

The pain killers help put Clarke to see, as soon as her head hit the pillow she was out like a light. However, that only lasted for an hour went she woke up drenched in her sweat, her head swaying as she tried to look around the room.

"Bellamy?" She tried to call for him but her speech was slurred. "Something's-"

She knew something was wrong she just didn't know what could be making her feel like she drank her weight in alcohol. Fighting through that fog clouding her mind, Clarke threw the damp blanket off her body and tried to stand, ending up falling into the end table by the wall.

There was the sound of glass breaking which Clarke could only assume was the lamp falling to the ground; she was starting to worry she wouldn't find her way to Bellamy's room when her door flew open.

"Clarke what happened!?" Bellamy noticed the glassy look in her eye and the way hers never seemed to stay in one place. "Clarke?"

"I don't feel right." She slurred, it was a miracle Bellamy even understood her.

Bellamy knew two pain killers wouldn't affect her like this; blonde hair was plastered to her paling face. The only thing that could affect her like this was... Poison, but wherein the hell could she have been when she fell into the.

Grabbing her chin he tried to get some eye contact, "Clarke when you fell into the hole did you happen to get scratched by any thorns?" When she couldn't respond to him, he started looking around her body. Her legs were cut up and so were her arms, but it wasn't until the second sweep he noticed that some of the scratches on her back on her legs were swollen like puncture marks. "Shit."

Clarke whimpered feeling her limbs become tingly as she slumped further down the wall, she wasn't fully aware of her surroundings anymore but she knew Bellamy was there, now all she wanted to do was rest.

Grabbing her up in his arms Bellamy moved quickly toward the ladder, having to shift Clarke over his shoulder to get them both up. He needed to get her medical attention, they didn't have anything here that would stop the poison from spreading, only something that would delay it, it had already been in her system too long.

Getting to the main level of the bunker Bellamy laid Clarke on the couch while he ran for the medkit and emergency phone. Grabbing the syringe he twisted the needle on and took Clarke's arm in his hand, she didn't acknowledge the sharp poke which frightened him.

"Open your eyes!" He tapped her cheek but the only reaction he got was a scrunched forehead.

Pressing the green button he heard the phone dial, "We are coming back, something's gone wrong, meet us at the checkpoint bring Jackson!" Which that he threw the phone to the side, it was only good for the one phone call.

"Bellamy." His name was a slurred whisper from her mouth but he heard it.

Grabbing her in his arms he took her out back where the bike was hidden. "Don't fade on me, Princess." Bellamy pulled Clarke into his chest, he knew this was going to be a hard ride, but he'd been through worst.

There was a car waiting for them at the checkpoint, Detective Miller rushed out to meet them.

"What happened?"

"She was poisoned by the vines in one of your booby traps."

The detective looked at him sideways but saved his questions for a later date, he could see what critical condition the Griffin girl was in.

"She can't go to the hospital," Bellamy said once everyone was situated in the car.

Jackson was sliding an IV into Clarke's arm and holding a bag full of liquid up above his head, Bellamy was turned around in the passenger seat watching them. He preferred to be in the back with Clarke but there wasn't enough space.

"We're taking her to the closest naval base, she's been going without treatment for too long."

Jackson piped up "When did you notice she was sick?"

Bellamy squeezed his hands together, just before I called. She's been sleeping I hadn't seen her for an hour, but she got pricked hours before that."

"How many?"

"Too many. Her knee got messed up in the fall, I was concerned that I didn't think to check anywhere else."

Jackson nodded turning back to the unconscious blonde.

"You guys weren't supposed to leave the safe house, how did she get hurt in the first place."

Bellamy looked down, guilt creeping over him, "She snuck out in the middle of the night, I didn't find her till a couple of hours later."

"You didn't know was missing?"

"She'd been in her room most of the week, I only ever saw her when she got hungry enough to come upstairs." Bellamy didn't want to mention it was because they had been fighting.

"Let's just hope she'll be okay." The detective pressed his foot down harder on the gas.

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The drive to the base seemed to last a lifetime, as soon as they pulled up men were waiting outside to rush Clarke into the med bay.

Bellamy sat in the gallery watching as the team of doctors worked to save Clarke, they hooked her up to a dialysis machine to clean the poison from her bloodstream. His colour didn't improve over the two hours her body was being restocked but when the lead doctor turned to him and gave a thumbs up Bellamy felt himself breathe again.

As long as she was going to be okay that is all that matters, he was going to protect her from now on, his feelings for her clouded his judgement, he wasn't about to let that happen again.

After they were all finished with her one of the medics wheeled her to a vacant room while Bellamy met Miller in one of the meeting rooms.

"She'll be okay Bellamy; you did everything you were supposed to." Miller tried to make him feel better as he paced.

"If that were true we'd still behold up in that damn bunker!"

Miller raised his hands up in peace, "Look man, she snuck out, she fell into a trap and you took care of her. She's going to wake up in a couple of hours and I'm sure she wants you there as much as you want to be there."

The young marine shook his head, "I need you to go be with her for a couple of days, watch over her."

"Why are you doing this?"

"I fucked up Nate, if I'm not back before she's up text me." Those were his parting words.

Nate sighed looking at the clock, Jackson predicted Clarke would be up sometime tomorrow. Whatever Bellamy was going to do he hoped it wasn't something stupid.

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"What are you stupid?" Miller asked walking in on his partner wrapping his bleeding knuckles.

It had been over two days since Bellamy left the base, Clarke had woken up and even though she tried to hide it Miller knew she was scared. He also knew she would have felt a lot better if she had woken up to Bellamy instead of him.

Bellamy who he had texted numerous times over the last 48 hours, was the same Bellamy he had covered for with Clarke and his father. The same Bellamy who now stood in a dirty gas station washroom.

"I'm fine Miller."

"You wrecked your bike and nearly almost got yourself killed."

Bellamy shook his head, picking hunks of gravel out of his arm "I just slid off the road a little bit. I was coming back anyway, I didn't find anything on them."

"You think we've just been sitting on our asses the past couple of weeks?" Miller scoffed, "You think you were going to find something we didn't."

"I had to do something!"

"My dad wants Clarke out of the base and back in protection as soon as possible, Clarke says she's done hiding like a Princess in a tower."

Bellamy shook his head angrily while wearing a smirk; that sounded like Clarke.

"I don't think running to another bunker is the answer," Bellamy said. "Things have been silent since that day on the beach."

"Maybe because Clarke has been in hiding."

"She's not going to go back willingly, I doubt Jake would want us to drag her kicking and screaming or he would have done that when his wife refused to hide. We set her up in one of the sting houses, we live there with her so she'll be protected."

"You really think my father is going to go for that?"

Bellamy nodded, "Jake up us in charge of his daughter, your dad's team is supposed to find Pike's men and assist us any way they can. The finale say is ours."

"You don't sound all that sure."

He sighed, "Because I knew the Princess isn't going to make it easy."

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Clarke had been awake for almost a day now without fluttering in and out of sleep like she had the first day. Miller had left her that morning, said Bellamy needed his help and that they would both be back soon, in the meantime Clarke took it upon herself to explore the area.

When Bellamy had pulled her from the bunker Clarke had just put on her PJs, which sadly meant a tight pair of shorts and a tank top without a bra. Thankfully because of her shivers she's gotten a couple of big warm blankets. One she had wrapped around her as she stood from her bed, her legs a little weak from the poison and from laying down for way too long.

The halls were quiet as she walked them, her mind trying to remember more about the past few hours but everything was fuzzy. As she continued walking Clarke say she had made her way up a flight of stairs and into the sleeping hall. There were names on the door, when she came to one marked Blake and Miller she paused. Her hand twitched as he debated whether to open it, she knew neither of the boys was inside.

Pushing the knob down the door creaked open, the lights coming on when she stepped into the room. There were a few personal touches around but it was obvious the boys hadn't lived here long, but she knew which side was Bellamy's, there was a small picture of Octavia on the side.

Speaking of her friend, Clarke wondered if the cell phone in the middle of Bellamy's bed was his personal one.

"What kind of weirdo doesn't lock his phone?" Clarke asked allowed when she swiped her finger along with the screen and it unlocked.

"What kind of girl gets out of bed after almost dying?"

Clarke threw the phone back onto the mattress but she didn't turn around.

"I want to see my mom."

"Dressed like that?" Bellamy tried to joke.

"Everyone else around here had seen me like this, why not one more?"

"It's not safe to leave the Base just yet."

"You all said the same damn thing about the bunker-"

"I don't want to know what you plan on finishing that sentence with, I'm arranging something-"

Clarke turned then, "I'm not going to another fucking safe house."

Bellamy took her in, he could only see from her neck up but she was still pale, still recovering.

"You need to get back into bed."

She scoffed, "I've heard that pick-up line before."

Bellamy rolled his eyes, "The one down in the infirmary."

"Where is Miller?"

"Making arrangements so the three of us we can leave."

Clarke smirked, "What you scared you're gonna kiss me again?"

"He's extra protection for you."

The blonde nodded her head and moved to walk past Bellamy, he felt the frost coming off her in waves. She was mad he abandoned her these past few days but she wasn't going to admit it to him.

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Miller got the house approved by his father, detective Miller's team spent a week getting the house ready, setting up camera and sensors on all the doors and windows. Everything had to be right if they were going to let Clarke live there, couldn't risk anything else happening to her.

Bellamy went looking for Clarke earlier and couldn't find her, last time that happened she was back in medical getting a couple of shots to help boost her energy and get her healthy faster. This time she wasn't in her room or medical, Bellamy started asking everyone until one of the sergeants told him where she was and Bellamy saw red.

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"Like this?"

"Yeah, Blondie," Roan said against her ear.

Clarke had stumbled upon the training room in one of her travels, there was a group of guys leaving but one seemed to be getting started.

The marines body covered hers as she tried to 'fight off her attacker' she squirmed under him and tried to knock him off balance but it wasn't working. Tapping on the matt Roan rolled off her, Clarke fell onto her side at the shift of weight.

"I thought I'd tap out for you, it was getting embarrassing."

Clarke scoffed, "Please you tapped out cause I was this close to knocking you on your ass. Again."

"Over my dead body." Bellamy bellowed bursting through the gym doors, "Are you out of your damn mind."

"No actually with the new meds Jackson gave me I'm finally thinking clearly."

Bellamy grabbed her arms and pulled her toward the exit.

"She's a pretty good fighter man, she just needs someone a little smaller to spar against." Roan offered up.

"The problem with that is she won't get to pick her attacker."

The blonde pulled back out of his grasp, "Which is why I should train now so I can kick ass later."

"I'm giving you three seconds." Bellamy's voice held no inflection as he locked eyes with her.

"Why don't you go find Miller, send him to collect me, until then I'll be training with Roan."

"Last chance."

In the silence Clarke never broke eye contact as she raised an eyebrow at him, Bellamy stepped toward her threateningly and the blonde threw up her hands stepping back and continued like that until she reached the end of the mat, from there she turned and walked toward the locker room showers.

Bellamy fixed Roan with a glare, one that says if he ever comes near Clarke again he'd shoot him in the knee cap. He only laughed and raised his hands backing away, lucky for his knees he walked the opposite way the blonde had. Speaking of her, Bellamy turned and followed the trail she'd left.

"Clarke!"

The shower in the girl's room was running, he knew no other lady marine would be in the girl's locker room, mainly because the showers on the fifth floor were a lot nicer.

"Pretty sure the stick person on that door back there was wearing a triangle dress."

"What were you thinking?" He yelled over the sound of shampoo being squirted. "Do you even know who that was?"

When Clarke didn't answer him Bellamy fisted his curly locks and rubbed his hands roughly down his face.

"I know who he isn't," Clarke muttered under her breath.

"What was that!?"

"Go away, Bellamy!"

Bellamy silently moved toward one of the far walls across from the shower Clarke picked, his eyes zoned in on the stripes of the shower curtain.

Clarke took her sweet time, she knew Bellamy was out there, could practically feel his eyes on her body as she washed the suds away.

She was right, wrapping the towel around herself Clarke opened the curtain revealing a pissed-off Bellamy leading against a wall, eyes shooting lasers.

"I think we should talk about this double standard of yours."

He raised an eyebrow, "And what double standard would this be Princess?"

"I'm not allowed to learn a few defensive moves, you on the other hand are out beating up bad guys."

Arms crossed he asked, "What makes you say that?"

"Your busted knuckles."

"I was running down a lead."

"You were running away."

"From what?"

"Me. Your sister is my best friend, you don't think I've heard the stories, you don't think I haven't run into those girls in town who ask your sister all about you?"

"That's not me anymore."

She snorted, "Really?"

"I haven't fucked you yet have I?" He snapped losing his cool.

"I don't fit the standards I guess." Clarke walked past him, but when she went to bump his shoulder his arm shot out to keep her from passing.

The fuck is that supposed to mean? Bellamy thought grabbing her towelled waist. "You're not going out there like that."

"Listen-"

"I've done enough of that, now it's your turn." He spun with Clarke in his arms, catching her when her feet fumbled, pinning her to the wall.

Clarke gasped at the cold tile on her warm flesh, Bellamy pinned her to the wall with his hands, but the heat in his eyes would have been enough to keep her there.

"If you think for even a second that I want you the way I wanted all those other girls you are dead fucking wrong." She rolled her eyes from his to the ceiling, "I want your quivering naked body to undermine waiting to be taken, I've wanted it since I laid my eyes on those goddamn sexy curves." His hands moved down her arms still they slid onto her hips. "I want you, but not for a couple of hours one night, to feel you slide out of bed before the sun comes up. You don't fit the standards because you are so high above them it's scary as hell."

Clarke let out a humourless laugh, "What am I supposed to say to that?"

"No more talking." His lips met hers then.

Clarke's hands grabbed Bellamy's biceps as his hands loosened on her waist, his whole body going slack. Clarke broke away, grabbing her towel just before it slid to the floor with him.

"What the-" Clarke yelped feeling something sharp poke into the side of her neck, the bathroom ceiling was the last thing she saw.

Sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes, I just wanted to get this chapter out and go to sleep before I forgot what I wanted to write :)