Chapter 9

Rated M for Mature! #sexytime

"Bomb!" Miller yelled having seen what he and Bellamy bursting through the main door had set off.

The bomb was attached to a device that was counting down quickly given 1 minute left on the clock, Miller knew his partner and Clarke would never make it out of the basement and a safe distance away before the device blew so he did the only thing he could.

Closing the door to the stairs tightly behind him Miller raced two at a time to meet Bellamy and a frightened-looking Clarke at the bottom.

"Get back in the room!" He ordered both of them, pushing their backs to force them into motion.

The room was metal and concrete, Miller prayed it would also act as a bomb shelter when the blast hit. With Bellamy's help, the two pushed the mattresses Clarke had been sleeping on against the door as added protection.

"14, 13, 12, 11." Miller started to count out loud as the detonation time got closer.

"Where is the point of impact?" Bellamy asked him pulling Clarke into his arms.

"Main door," Miller informed, pointing to the furthest corner in the room where they'd be as far away from the blast as they can get.

Bellamy cupped his hands over Clarke's ears as they all huddled together.

"We won't be able to dig ourselves out." Bellamy looked over the blonde's head to meet the eyes of his partner.

"I set off the emergency ping on my watch and threw it out the front door, they have our location by now. It's just a matter of how strong this structure is."

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Jake screamed as he watched the house he left his daughter in explode in flashover with fire, the small structure only the size of his hand at this point wouldn't be visible much longer. Jake had kept his eyes trained on the door watching for anyone to come out and no one had, from experience he knew Pike's house wouldn't have any other points of entry besides the front door.

The boat rocked as he shoot up in anger ready to go at Pike with all he had but he didn't get the chance as something solid hit him over the head.

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The mattresses Clarke had been sleeping on flew away from the door during the blast, even though it was indented the metal door that had kept her from the outside words was slightly dented inward.

Bellamy tried to talk to her, from what Clarke could read on his lips it looked like he was asking if she was okay. She only nodded in the end because her ears were ringing and it was hurting her head to concentrate as hard as she was.

After checking in with each other there was nothing to do but wait, after about an hour the ringing in everyone's ears lessened enough for them to talk to each other. Bellamy demanded to know if Clarke had been hurt by Pike since she'd been there. She told them of her attempt to escape Lexa and how her dad showed up only to be taken away moments later.

It wasn't until hour three the group started hearing the buzzing sound of a saw and the voices of other agents arriving on the scene, it was another two hours after that when the group was escorted from the room and taken up onto solid land.

Paramedics and local police were on the scene after neighbours had reported hearing an explosion as well as agents and officers who'd responded to Miller's SOS.

Miller turned to Bellamy when he saw his father quickly approaching, "I'll handle him, you take care of your girl."

"Come on," Bellamy told her softly hand on her back.

Clarke who'd been relatively quiet since the bombs had gone off started to come back to herself, her thoughts were on her dad. He's given himself up for her, with everything she knew, her life for his meant that her father was going to die.

"Where are we going?" Clarke asked Bellamy, her eyes looking out at the ocean.

Bellamy had told her he'd heard a motorboat while he and Miller were in the woods because they didn't see Pike leave with Jake, they assumed they were on that boat.

He pointed toward an ambulance, "To get you checked out."

"I told you, I'm fine."

"Not till they tell me otherwise, besides your ankle should be wrapped, it's starting to swell."

Clarke just shook her head and quietly sat as she was looked over and Bellamy watched like a hawk as the paramedics poked and prodded at her. After the all-clear, Detective Miller ordered everyone back to the base. Miller and another agent took back the rover that was still hidden away in the trees, while Bellamy road was in the SUV with Clarke and Detective Miller.

On the ride back Clarke sat quietly as Bellamy fielded all the questions Detective Miller threw at her, recounting what she'd told him after the bomb went off and what he knew on his own.

The ride back seemed short to Clarke, she'd been thinking of her father and his last words to her. How he'd most likely be dead in a couple of days and how if she hadn't gotten pricked by that damn vine when she fell into the pit behind the safe house, she and Bellamy would still be there safe and sound and her dad wouldn't be with Pike.

"We're back Princess," Bellamy told her softly when she didn't notice the car had stopped moving.

Clarke would have to do a real debrief in the next few days but Detective Miller made sure she wouldn't be bothered until she settled back in. Bellamy followed the blonde, she seemed to be on autopilot as she moved toward the infirmary where she'd stayed since she arrived on base. However, when they were about to pass the hallway where all the agent bedrooms were, Bellamy took the lead changing Clarke's direction and taking her to his room.

She followed silently and instead of sitting on the bed as Bellamy expected, Clarke leaned on the wall across from the bed.

"He's gone." Clarke echoed her earlier words from the house.

Bellamy was confused. "Mike's going to get what's coming to him, we aren't going to stop looking until we find him.

The blonde shook her head, her hair freed from Lexa's tight braid, "No dad, my dad's gone."

Bellamy's heart broke at the sad whimper that escaped her lips, he closed the door to his room and grabbed her hand making her sit with him on the bed.

"They left by boat, Miller made sure there were copters in the air before we'd left, they escaped on a boat but there isn't land for miles. Have faith, Princess."

Clarke's only response was to sob harder, she wanted to pull herself together but she just felt so broken. Her lungs sucked in a fresh wave of air when Bellamy kissed her cheek, Clarke pulled away quickly to look at him, his eyes glued to her like they always were whenever they were in a room together.

'Bellamy'll take good care of you, trust him' Her father's words rang in her ear as Clarke allowed herself to press her lips to his. He knew what her father said was true, Bellamy had done nothing but take care of her since he'd arrived.

He responded by pressing back and running his thumb over her hand that was captured in his, the other moving to touch her cheek softly.

"Please." She whispered pulling away slightly, but her lips still brushed his as she spoke.

She fisted his shirt in her hands and kissed him rougher. He didn't pull away immediately but kept her in place on the bed by holding her thighs down. He didn't want to deny her from what she seemed to want, what he also wanted. But he also needed to say something before they took this further.

With her forehead pressed to his, lips cm apart he took a deep breath to get control of himself before speaking.

"Back at the safe house I told you nothing was going to come between us and I meant it." He pulled her hips toward his and she whimpered at the contact. "Pike did that when he stole you from my arms." The dropbox photo flashed in his mind. "My sister has been the only thing I've ever wanted to care for and protect, but you came along and changed everything. I can't let what happened with Pike happen again, Clarke." He whispered the last part against her lips.

Clarke sniffled before leaning in for another kiss, her hips met his as Bellamy allowed them to lay back on the bed, changing the game by rolling to keep Clarke beneath him, protected from anything that could come through his bedroom door.

He imagined her bellow him before, her hair in his fingers, pale skin an open canvas for his lips to explore. He thought all that had been taken away from him when Pike's daughter invaded the base-stealing Clarke in broad daylight. Then that damn picture of her beaten and bloodied body was sent to him and Bellamy, suddenly the last memory he had of her in a towel pinned between him and the change room wall was replaced by something ugly.

Bellamy hadn't realized he'd frozen over Clarke until she ran her hand down his jaw, to his next before it rested between them on his chest. When he's eyes found her's again the tears were gone, her pupils blown wide.

"Bellamy?"

"Do you remember when you stepped on that landmine back at the safe house?"

Clarke blushed, "Vaguely."

Bellamy kissed her softly, his body aligned with hers. "I've gone on a lot of missions for someone my age, I've seen a lot of bad things. I thought pulling you off that landmine was something to be shaken over"

Clarke travelled back to that day, Bellamy had been so mad at her for running off, he'd yelled and been sarcastic but when she'd stepped on that bomb she saw the worry he had for her.

Every night they'd ever had always revolved around her and her safety, when Bellamy walked into the room Pike had been keeping her in, the look on his face seemed to mirror the one he'd worn when he'd found her suffering from the Poisson vine. It was worry, anger and disbelief Clarke hadn't been able to focus on any emotion at the time but her own. Now that she's had time to go over the past 12 hours she could see things clearly.

"He didn't break me, Bellamy." She whispered.

His head dropped to her chest, closing his eyes tight to shake the nasty image away, he needed this time with her maybe more than she did. Rocking back onto his knees Bellamy puled Clarke up till she sat straddling his lap, slowly he pulled her shirt off examining every inch of skin as it was uncovered. Clarke's confusion didn't go unnoticed by Bellamy, but he needed to take his time to make sure she was as unscathed as she and the paramedics said. her bra was next to hit the floor.

Dropping a couple kissed to her shoulder he played with the helm of her yoga pants, a hand slid up the blonde's back to support her as Bellamy laid her on the bed before him, blue eyes watching his movements. He pulled her pants down her legs till Clarke fluttered her feet to get them off a little faster.

Still, on her back and only in panties, Clarke reached for the belt on Bellamy's jeans, the space between her eyes scrunching when it didn't come undone easily. Bellamy removed his close easily and not quite as slow as he had Clarke's, when he was done he returned to her eyes scanning her face as his lips fell to her right knee, his hand leading the way as he moved toward her hip.

The blonde squirmed beneath him then, her patience running thin at his weird behaviour. Her body tingled everywhere as her tight core strained as Bellamy bypassed her center and kissed up her belly to her chest.

He placed her leg around his hip, holding it there while his other hand slid under Clarke to hold her shoulder. His hard member slid along her wet slit, when it bumped her clit Clarke gasped her head hiding in Bellamy's shoulder. He repeated the movement a couple more times, his hand sliding from Clarke's knee to her hip, keeping her in place as she bucked and whimpered.

Bellamy's lips met hers as he swallowed his moan as he finally slid into her, Clarke's head flew back at the sudden release he'd given her, he'd teased her until she was ready, with a quick jerk of his hips she came around him, he held her tightly to him as her body shook uncontrollably.

Bellamy kissed her chin, his between their bodies his thumb rubbing her clit as she started to come back to herself. He didn't let up as she tried to thrust into him, Bellamy's hips were strong as they held her down, his cock fully inside her feeling every flutter of her walls.

"Wait." Clarke whimpered all too soon feeling herself close to the edge only seconds after her first orgasm, "Bellamy."

He watched as she fell again, her eyes rolling back into her head as he sat back slowly rubbing his hands up and down her stomach, arms and legs as she continued to shake.

This time Bellamy allowed her to move as she wished, as she came back to herself she moved her hips Bellamy's no longer pressed tight to hers, and she missed it. Clarke reached for Bellamy's hands as she fucked him, her body buzzing.

"Bellamy bit his lip as he held back, he let Clarke control their pace as he watched her beautiful body move below his, her movements were slow but uncoordinated as her body went off what felt good. He never wanted her to leave this room ever again, they were safely locked away in here.

Bellamy fell forward as Clarke's hand unexpectedly rolled his balls in her hand, the sensation blinded Bellamy to everything else but Clarke. They moved together, no doubt anyone passing by could hear what was happening. The thought made Bellamy growl, Clarke whimpered at his possessiveness. His body protected her as they got lost in each other.

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Miller looked at the helicopter cam footage on the big screen in the ops room, there was no sign of the escape boat anywhere across that ocean.

"Dad there is no way they could have just dropped off like that, we are missing something."

"I agree," Detective Miller assures his son. "Where is Agent Blake?"

"With Clarke, he'll be down here tomorrow."

"Just as well, we should get some rest, the next week isn't going to be easy. Clarke will want her father found and we will need to call in other agencies. Get some rest, you did well today son, even if how you got there was a little unorthodox."

Miller looked down before looking back at his father, "Yes sir."

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Clarke fell asleep long before Bellamy watched over her, his body finally betraying him around 4 AM. When blonde woke up at 5 from a nightmare she smiled feeling the weight of Bellamy's arm around her waist.

The blonde turned her head into the pillow but immediately turned back after inhaling the smokey smell that seemed to have clung to both of them after the explosion back at Pike's house. Clarke wanted a shower to erase the memories the smell evoked, but it seemed like she might not get that chance when someone loudly knocked on Bellamy's door.

"Sorry to do this man but we need you in ops."

When Bellamy didn't wake to the voice of his partner Clarke slipped from his arms grabbed Bellamy's towel from the wall and wrapped it around her before opening the door.

"Bell- oh Clarke, Hey." He took in her attire, "I didn't mean to interrupt but-."

She blushed, "No you didn't uh- I was just going to take a shower I kinda haven't been able to take one since I've been gone."

Miller nodded, "Yeah no problem, you know where it is?" Clarke nodded, "Bellamy will be in the ops room when you get out."

"Thanks and thanks for coming to save me."

"Anytime."

Clarke slid by well aware that she was now walking toward the showers in only a towel, but it beat spending another uncomfortable few minutes in front of Miller pilling up all her clothes.

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"Hey, Blake," Miller said tapping on the door frame.

He watched Bellamy reach in front of him on the bed, obviously feeling for Clarke and when he didn't find her his brow frowned and he sat up looking around the room. Seeing Miller his heart pumped faster and he started to think of all the reasons Clarke wasn't next to him.

"Relax." Miller held up his hands. "She went to shower, Dad sent me to get you, the copter camera picked up something."

Bellamy nodded rubbing a hand down his face, "I'll meet you down there."

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"Let's go over everything we have." Detective Miller announced to the room, "Let's start from 3:27 pm yesterday."

Bellamy and Miller started on their account of when they decided to leave, Detective Miller was next as he started to recount how they got a phone call from Jake and pulled the voice mail from Bellamy's phone along with the pictures from the dropbox. The agent controlling the smart board in front of them played the voice message before flashing the bloody photos of Clarke onto the screen.

Then it was Bellamy and Millers' turn again, Miller saw the green look on his friend's face and took over, "We ran toward the house, there was the sound of a motorboat starting up nearby but we never saw it. Agent Blake entered the house first and then, we did a search of the first floor before moving into the basement where we found Clarke Griffin. While agent Blake checked on her I went to do another sweep of the house, that is when I found the bomb."

"The bomb that was activated by agent Blake entering the house?" Another detective asked.

"Correct." Miller nodded.

Detective Miller satisfied with the recount of yesterday's events swiftly moved on to what got them all up this early in the morning.

One of the technicians projected the footage onto the big screen allowing Bellamy to look up again.

"What are we looking for exactly?" Bellamy asked.

"We see no sight of the motorboat that we assume Pike escaped on alone with Mr. Griffin, but we do see this."

Zooming in there was a visible body laying face down in the water.

"It might not be Jake, killing and dumping him overboard doesn't fit Pike's MO," Bellamy said.

"I agree." Miller added, "Pike waited a long time to get his hands on him, kidnapped the man's daughter just to dump him less than an hour later."

The previous agent informed, "There are divers in the water now on a recovery mission, we should know more soon."

Bellamy nodded, "Until we know anything I don't want a word of this getting back to Clarke." Everyone nodded at him, turning back to Miller he added, "Come find me if you hear anything."

"You know I will."

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Clarke climbed from the shower and grabbed one of the packaged combs from the drawer and brushed her hair out while blow drying it, if she was going to walk through the halls, yet again in a towel, she wanted to look a little more put together.

Thankfully she seemed to avoid everyone in the base, most of them were probably at that secret meeting Miller had come to get Bellamy for. Getting back to the room Clarke pulled on Bellamy's shirt that had been thrown over a chair, it fell just to mid-thigh. It didn't much matter anyway as she climbed back onto the bed to sit under the covers.

Not able to sit and do nothing without worrying about her dad Clarke reached for Bellamy's phone, it was turned off, Clarke assumed he'd turned it off the night previous so they wouldn't be interrupted.

Watching the light come on, the word Bell comes across the screen. Clarke could help but chuckle at that, Bell was Octavia's nickname for her brother. But that smile quickly went away once she saw what was on the screen.

It was hard to recognize herself, but Clarke was sure the bloodied body on the phone was hers.

"I don't get it." She muttered to herself, her happy attitude gone.

It wasn't the blood, that didn't creep her out nearly as much as being posed and played with as a doll did. Pike or Lexa or one of their goons hands has taken photos of her while she was wrapped in only a towel. The room didn't look like the one she was kept in, it looked like a grassy area, which meant they took these photos before she's been taken to the beach house.

Scrolling she came across more photos of her, some she looked at peace, some her limbs were twisted and more fake blood had been poured over her. It came across her mind then who'd phone she was on. Bellamy's, she thought as he walked into the room.

"Hey." He smiled at her.

Clarke held the phone to her chest not wanting him to see what she was looking at. "You seemed so surprised when you found me alive, was it because of the photos?"

Bellamy froze at her words, his confusion gone. "Clarke." He reached for his phone but she held it tighter to her chest.

"That bomb went off because you ran into the house without backup. You could have gotten killed, you and Miller." She kneeled up on the bed, slowly putting things together.

Bellamy's eyes took in the fact that she was wearing just his shirt. "You were more important."

"You were going to kill them-"

"Your damn right!" Bellamy raised his voice, "You were dead and I was going to do worse to them."

Clarke swallowed, "These pictures aren't real."

"They were to me, god Clarke. There are always going to be dangers out there for you because of who your dad is, who I am. One day those might not be so fake, one day I won't get you back."

"Why do you keep saying things like that!?" She yelled angrily.

"Because it's true!" He took a deep breath to settle himself. " Pike is still out there and I'm going to kill him and get your dad back. Then you are going to go back to Kane's and enjoy the rest of your summer with your friends before going to art school in the fall."

Clarke's heart jumped, "What about you?"

"I'll be there, in my old room right across the hall."

Clarke smiled closing the phone and tossing it to the other side of the bed, leaning into Bellamy who'd moved closer during their fight. Her arms around his neck, his on her waist.

"I'm going to help you find my dad."

The video footage from earlier played in the back of Bellamy's mind.

He kissed her cheek and then her lips, the topic of her father needed to be pushed under the rug until he was sure the floating body wasn't Jake Griffin.

Thanks for reading. I left this on a not cliffhanger because I'm going to be leaving this story for a little while so I can focus on my other two that need attention. :) see ya next time!