Chapter 13
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At the sound of approaching sirens Clarke panicked, her eyes falling to the dead man on the other side of the room.
"They're about 4 minutes out." Bellamy handed Clarke her cafe ID badge that had fallen from her pocket. "Take the back roads, it'll take you over an hour to get back to the city but it's too late to go back the way you came."
"What are you going to do?"
Bellamy pointed toward Welch, "I have to get rid of him."
"4 minutes is not enough time Bellamy!" Clarke yelled at him, he was going to get his ass arrested.
"Go, Clarke!"
Bouncing on the balls of her feet she weighed her options, deciding to do what Bellamy said she groaned loudly, taking off toward where she parked her car. Getting in she buckled fast, her car making a turnover noise, Clarke's heart stopped. Trying a second time her car started up, she sighed, wasting no more time she peeled from the scene of a murder.
The drive back was dark and filled with silence, even when she got back on city roads Clarke refused to turn on the radio. Her mind thinking about Lexa's phone call, that bitch had probably called the police on her. She thought about Bellamy and how he hadn't been happy to see her, how they fought and then I made her cum over and over.
How she missed him, not because of the things he could make her body do. How he protected her, was attentive to what she needed and made it happen. For the first time since she spoke to her mom's grave, Clarke allowed herself to cry.
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Clarke was happy to return home to an empty apartment, she half expected Octavia to be waiting for her like a disappointed parent. Stripping her dirt-covered clothes off Clarke looked them over, she worked tomorrow and her other work outfit needed a wash as well. It was almost 3 in the morning, Gathering everything to put in her laundry basket she carried it down to the hall to the communal laundry room.
Even though no one would be up at this time of night Clarke chose to wait with her close. The wash and drying would only be an hour tops, so she sat with the hum of the machines. The white noise would usually be enough to knock her out but like most nights Clarke found it hard to face the nightmares.
Finally, when the buzzer went off, Clarke pulled her clothes from the dryer and quickly folded them. Making it easier to put away once she got back to her apartment. This time someone was waiting for her, making Clarke almost lose her grip on her basket.
"Good to see you're facing won't be on the 6 O'Clock news."
"Orange isn't my colour. You know your door was unlocked."
It was easier for Clarke to ignore his joke when he reprimanded her in the same sentence.
Then A thought popped into her head, "How'd you know where to find me? Octavia."
She remembered the younger Blake telling her that Bellamy had been stopping in once a month to visit.
"Just because you decided to cut ties, doesn't mean we cut ties with you. They're still watching over you."
"What?
"Pike's not the one who'd dead Clarke." He was mad that she seemed to have put what they'd been through in the past months out of her head.
The blonde hardened at his words, "I was there too." She was referring to the moment outside the graveyard, they both knew it.
The sound of a newscaster muttering about the weather filled the silence, Bellamy hadn't realized it had been on till now. His eyes shifted from the cold blonde to the screen.
"I thought if they'd caught you, they might show it on the news," Clarke explained, Bellamy knew she hated the news.
"The army trains you to be a ghost, sneak into places that should be impossible to get into. It wouldn't say a lot about my commanding officers if a couple of beat cops took me down."
Clarke shook her head, leaning on the wall behind her, Laundry basket is forgotten beside her.
"It's my fault they were even there in the first place."
Bellamy felt the need to comfort her, "Look we were deep in the woods, the trees should have muted the gunshots."
"I was talking about Lexa." Bellamy flexed his jaw at the mention of that bitches name, he hated that she'd been able to get in touch with Clarke.
"What about her?"
"I figured Lexa was setting me up." She shrugged, fingers playing with her bottom lip.
Bellamy's brows pinched together, "What would they be arresting you for exactly?" Bellamy crossed his arms.
Clarke looked at him as if it were obvious, Bellamy smirked and shook his head.
"You wouldn't have killed him."
"No?" She challenged, pushing herself off of the wall. "How do you explain the empty revolver, which I would like back by the way."
"You're forgetting I know you."
Clarke shook his head. "Not anymore." Bellamy sighed in frustration, "I loaded the gun, got in the car and drove up there."
"And you would have frozen because that is NOT. Who. You. Are."
"They made that who I am!" She yelled, her arms pointing to an invisible person.
Bellamy hoped to god that wasn't true, but he saw how angry she was when she emptied those bullets into Welch. It scared him to think the annoying, smart-mouthed girl she was when they first met, had turned into a person who pulled the trigger and asked questions never.
"Who we are, and who we need to be to survive, are very different things."
Clarke's eyes softened as she took him in, he looked just as sleep-deprived as she did. His hair was a mess, clothes looked like they hadn't been washed in days. She found herself wondering how long he and Welch had been out there.
"Why'd you kill Welch?"
Bellamy was surprised by her question, "He's the one responsible for the bomb that blew up Miller and Jaxson's car."
There had been something Clarke had been carrying with her since that day, while they seemed to be getting things off their chest.
"Do you think Welch messed up? Bombed the wrong car?"
Bellamy shook his head, his hands clenched in fists across his chest. "Guys like him, don't make mistakes. The point of the bomb... and the delivery, was to annihilate us."
"You think we were getting too close." Understanding in Clarke's voice.
Bellamy took a couple of steps forward, "I think we were right on top of them."
Clarke sucked in a deep breath. "What happens now?"
"You go back to class tomorrow, this night never happened." He walked past her, getting ready to leave.
"And you?" She got the feeling his nights were going to be just like the last.
Bellamy nodded as if knowing what she was thinking. "Don't worry about it. And lock the door when I leave."
And that was that. In one night Bellamy Blake had reentered her life causing her to feel everything and anything all at once, and she couldn't help but love him for it.
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Bellamy waited outside her door to hear the click of the deadbolt, after waiting three minutes she did. Bellamy felt his heartache as he got further away from Clarke's apartment. He couldn't afford to break now, he was slowly working up the ranks, soon he'd have Pike.
Remembering he still needed to update his sister, who at almost 4 in the morning was probably wide away phone in hand.
"Bell what the hell? I've been waiting for hours."
"Clarke's back in her apartment, she's safe." He was going to say fine, but that girl was anything but fine.
"What happened?"
"Get some sleep O, you have school tomorrow. I'll see you next month." With that, he hung up.
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Clarke watched out her window, she saw Bellamy leave the lobby of her apartment. It looked like he was talking on the phone with someone, she wondered if it was someone at the agency, maybe another army buddy?
She found herself wondering if when everything was all over if they'd come back to each other.
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The next week passed and it was more of the same, Clarke started locking her door when she got home at the end of the night. That wasn't the only thing that changed. When Jasper and Monty messaged her a couple of days after she got back from Polaski she answered back.
M- Ya know what I love in the morning? A good fart.
J- :S To eat?
M- No you idiot, I can't get out of my bed before I've had my morning fart.
Their group text to Clarke stopped being about anything substantial around month 3. They'd message her while they were getting ready or in class bored. Clarke began to think the texts became more about amusing themselves than anything.
J- Oh I know what you mean if I don't crack every bone in my body before I get up. The days were ruined.
C- I just drink coffee like a normal person
J- ...
M- ...
M- Jas, you seeing what I'm seeing?
J- Only if you're seein' what I'm seein'
M- ...
J- Maybe it's a wrong number?
C- Would a wrong number know that you both got stick and poke tattoos on your asses during my summer farewell seniors party?
J- CLARKE!
M- I thought we never agreed to talk about that drunkin' decision!?
After that day, the trio messaging each other became a constant. They'd tell her about their lives and she's poke fun at them. She even said yes when they invited her to their April fools party in two weeks. She said she'd grab Octavia and swing by after shift.
Clarke couldn't believe it had almost been a full year since she graduated high school. It somehow felt longer to her. Her 19 birthday had come and gone. Her friends had texted her wanting to celebrate, but that was during the time Clarke stopped using her phone.
Grabbing some black leggings a black tank top and her warm spring jacket, Clarke left for school. She didn't bother to drive unless she knew there wouldn't have been enough time between work and school to go home for her car. The weather was nice, she had finally put her large winter jacket in storage. The previous night Jasper and Monty had sent her some photo's from a party they were at, she figured they were just now texting her to tell her how awful they felt. But when the phone vibrated continuously, Clarke knew it was a call.
Her heart dropped as she looked at the blocked number. After Lexa had called her, Clarke had blocked the number so she'd know if Lexa ever had the balls to call again.
Clarke silenced her phone sliding it back into her pocket to ignore. She wasn't into playing another one of Lexa's twisted games. Bellamy had told her Welch hadn't been the one to kill her father and she believed him.
Over the next two weeks, Clarke continued to get calls from the blocked number. She thought about getting a new phone, but in the end, that was more trouble than it was worth.
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On the night of Monty and Jasper's April fools party, Clarke had received a couple of texts from them. All checking to make sure she was still coming. She assured them that when she got off at 11 she would be at their place no later than 1.
"I'm happy you're coming tonight," Octavia told her, as Clarke locked up the cafe.
"So are Monty and Jasper."
Octavia laughed, "Yeah they've been texting me all day, making sure you were still coming."
"Me too." Clarke showed her the hundreds of texts on her phone.
"They've for sure dipped into their stash a little early, that last text doesn't make any sense."
"I finally had to silence my phone, it started drawing the customers' attention."
"Have you heard from Bell since-?"
Clarke bit her lip, "We aren't together anymore O."
"Which sucks! I didn't get to enjoy it! You were too busy incognito to tell me."
The blonde shrugged, not really wanting to talk about Bellamy. It had been hard enough not to think about where he was and what he was doing, without the reminder.
"What do you plan on wearing tonight?" Octavia quickly changed the subject as the two walked off the street and into Clarke's lobby.
"Some jeans and-"
"Clarke this is the first time you've been out in like forever!" Clarke rolled her eyes at the dramatics of her friend. "What you meant to say was, I don't know O, but that Cute little navy blue dress you've got folded away neatly in your purse will do."
Clarke laughed at that, "Why did you even ask me then?"
"Because I was hoping you would answer correctly."
"I'm not even going to tell you how much that answer doesn't even make sense. Give me the dress."
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The party was in full swing with the girls showing up, Clarke hadn't wanted to say anything but she was nervous about showing up tonight. She'd pre-gamed a little too hard and was more than a little drunk when Octavia helped her up the steps to the house the lake house that had been rented out for the night.
"There she is." Jasper had the biggest smile on his face when he spotted the blonde.
"Hey." Clarke's smile was sloppy, much like her.
Jasper looked over the blonde head of hair to look at Octavia, she just shrugged at him with a 'she's here, what more do you want' expression.
"Welcome to the party." He said, "Monty is around here somewhere."
Clarke nodded, "I will go find him then."
Octavia told her to be careful but the music drowned out her words.
"She's different."
Octavia looked after her friend with a sad look, "Her parents both died, she's been having a hard time. I think we should just be happy that she agreed to come tonight."
"We'll have to keep an eye on her."
"She's done that a million times for us, during our drunken nights. We can do the same for her, she's our friend. Even if she is a little lost."
Jasper nodded, pulling his friend in for a hug. They both spread out, having already lost track of their drunk friend.
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Clarke had managed to find her way to another bottle of jack, while it wasn't her favourite alcohol. With how drunk she was, things like taste didn't matter.
"Clarke."
That voice she would know anywhere, which is why Clarke now stood frozen in the hallways connecting the kitchen and living room.
"Finn." She slurred turning toward him. "Don't know why I'm surprised you keep popping up."
"I haven't heard from you since that day at the station." He was zoned in on her, made easier by the fact he was only on his third beer of the night.
"I was in hiding, not exactly allowed to be sending messages and hanging out with my friends. Even if I was, you don't qualify." Even though he hazed Clarke could see the hurt on his face. "We've never been close Finn, Never hung out just the two of us."
He stepped closer to her. "I've always wanted to change that."
Clarke sloppily tried to roll her eyes, head moving in the same motion. "Tonight is your lucky night I guess. I'm feeling generous. Why don't you grab that bottle of Jack and take me upstairs? I'll let you do to me every perverted thing you've dreamed about since you figured out what you could do with that thing." She pointed south.
Finn tried to hide the smile on his face. "You propositioning me Clarke?"
The blonde chugged the rest of her glass, "Well if you're going to be so seventh grade about it." She started to walk away, but Finn was quick to stop her.
They were the only ones in the hallway, Finn moved in front of her and took her bottom lips between his teeth. Clarke sighed, she was looking for someone to fuck her troubles away, Finn was in for more and she knew that.
Finn groaned, he had Clarke flat against the wall, their hips pressed together. He'd dreamed about her curvy body for years. When he'd get himself off at night, she was the one he would think about.
"You plan on doing this here?" Clarke taunted.
Finn looked around, no one was really paying attention. There was a couple who'd moved to the doorway of the kitchen, but the hall remained clear.
"No one is around." His voice was already breathy.
Clarke pushed him away, "I'll meet you upstairs."
On the way up, Clarke felt something in the back of her mind warning her. She knew this wasn't a good idea, the guy had actual feelings for her. She was still hurting, she just wanted to feel like a normal girl in college for once. Have meaningless sex just because she could and get so drunk she couldn't see straight.
Finn caught up to her before she had the chance to find an empty room, a hand on each hip he pulled her into his."You drive me crazy." Clarke could feel just how crazy she was driving him.
She was about to say something smart when she felt his hands leave her body. Seconds later there was a thump behind her, started Clarke turned to find Finn on the floor and a shadow at the end of the hall.
"How come every time I find you, there is a sex-driven male attached to you?"
Even in Clarke's drunken mind, she was putting together the pieces quickly. The small blow dart sticking out of Finn's bicep was a pretty helpful clue.
"Why are you such a cock block?" She slurred.
Lexa let out a humorous laugh. "Please, you didn't want him slobbering all over you."
She wasn't wrong, Clarke thought to herself.
"Why are you here?"
"For you."
Clarke had moved to stand with her back against the wall by the bathroom, feeling like she needed support in her state. However, now with Lexa moving closer to her Clarke felt boxed in.
"I checked out your little tip, thanks for that by the way. Welch isn't the one who killed my dad."
Lexa brushed some of Clarke's hair from her face, "I wasn't talking about him." Smiling inside about the fact that Clarke figured out it was her who called law enforcement.
The confusion heavy on Clarke's face, "No one else was there."
"How the mighty have fallen, are you forgetting agent Blake?"
"He didn't kill my father." Clarke scoffed. "Yours did."
Lexa smiled at the helpless girl, blue eyes fierce like she could take on the world, the lack of focus in them showing her level of intoxication.
"He may have ordered the act." Lexa ran a hand teasingly up the inside of Clarke's bare thigh, "But he did not wield the axe."
Clarke wanted to throw up at the visual in her head, her mind never seeming to escape that day. The only time she had been is when she was with Bellamy.
"Why are you here Lexa?" Clarke's movement was delayed, but she grabbed the girl's wrist before it could slip under her dress.
"I want to help you. This word is run by men who think they know better, who think they can take what they want. Men who treat us like objects and prizes."
"And your some avenging black widow?" Clarke glared, feeling the other women's fingers playing with the helm of her dress.
Lexa's smile was genuine and seductive, "Tomorrow we'll get started on the revenge, tonight I'm going to give you what you want."
Clarke swallowed hard. "You've ruined my buzz and incapacitated Finn, so how exactly do you-"
Despite Clarke's hold on her wrist Lexa moved her fingers along the blonde's panties, the girl was wet, to say the least. Clarke involuntarily let out a moan that sounded loud in the abandoned hallway.
Clarke's grip loosened before getting tighter, she didn't like the feeling of being used or taken advantage of. Not by the daughter of the man who killed her father.
"Clarke-" Lexa's voice was sly, but Clarke didn't want to hear it.
"I don't need your help." She had meant in regards to taking down Pike, but her words could apply to their current situation as well.
"What the hell is going on?" Octavia asked.
The younger Blake had been looking for her friend ever since she'd lost sight of her for the fourth time that night. She'd finally been told by some girl she didn't even know that Finn had chased upstairs after some blonde. Knowing there is only one blonde who can make Finn Collins a love-sick puppy she came upstairs in hope of stopping her friend from doing something she'd regret.
Instead, she found something she wasn't expecting. Finn passed out in the middle of the hallway, while her way past the fun drunk stages was slumped against the wall. Dressed pushed up her thighs so that her black panties were showing, and a strange girl with her fingers in her best friend's panties. From the mad look on Clarke's face, Octavia can only assume the action wasn't wanted.
Lexa removed her fingers from Clarke's panties but laid them to rest on her hip instead. The seemingly pissed-off high schooler not scaring her one bit. Octavia bent down to whisper in Clarke's ear.
"Meet me at that warehouse in Polaski tomorrow at midnight, plan to be away for a couple of days."
Clarke slid down the wall without Lexa there to hold her, as the temptress made her way past her friends and downstairs to the party. Octavia moved quickly toward Clarke, wanting to catch her but ended up falling to the ground as well.
"Who was that?" She asked panicked, trying to pull down the dress to cover her friend. "Clarke?"
"I don't know." It wasn't a lie.
Lexa had been nice to her back at the beach house, sure she was a little overly friendly, but she only attacked after Clarke made the first move. That little display in the hall aside, Clarke was no longer sure which side Lexa was on. Maybe she could get the revenge she was looking for.
"Let's get you home."
Bellarke 100% This is NOT going to turn into a clexa story. Trust me! However, keeping with the spirit of the show and moving my own story line along. There has to be some push back and things resolved before Bellamy and Clarke can potentially have the ending we all want them to have.