Hey! Here's chapter 5! I'm not super happy with it, because it's kinda a filler chapter, but not really. Tell me what you think! Please read and review!
Disclaimer: Still don't own The 100. Shouldn't be a surprise, guys.
Redemption
Chapter Five
"Why didn't you come?"
"What do you mean?" Bellamy and Clarke were sprawled out on her cot, her body snuggled against his chest as he lazily traced shaped on her back.
"The rescue mission. You weren't there. Why?"
Clarke looked up at Bellamy with wide blue eyes, begging him to answer.
"Uh," Bellamy stuttered. "It's kinda embarrassing."
"It can't be that bad."
Clarke shifted, resting her cheek on her fist and her elbow against the cot. Her blue eyes were wide with curiosity.
"You've broken me, Princess," Bellamy said, pulling teasingly on the pocket of her jacket.
Clarke watched him expectantly.
"Your... uh... Your mom wouldn't let me leave camp," he admitted.
The girl snorted out a laugh before slapping a hand over her mouth.
"Hey, she can be a scary woman when she wants to be. Anyway, she figured I would do something really stupid. So, she basically help me captive in the med bay."
That time, Clarke couldn't hold back her laughter, giggling freely into Bellamy's shirt.
"What's so funny, Princess?"
"You're scared of my mom," Clarke gasped out.
"Hey! Your mom is a very intimidating woman, especially when she is holding sharp medical equipment," Bellamy laughed.
Clarke nodded, still laughing.
"Speaking of your mother," Bellamy said after the pair had settled. "You should probably go find her. I'm sure she'd ljke to check you over."
"Later," Clarke hummed, suddenly exhausted.
She curled herself closer to Bellamy, closing her eyes delicately before slipping into her dreams.
The blonde slept most of the day, not that anyone blamed her, and when she finally blinked her eyes open, it was almost time for dinner. She was still wrapped in Bellamy's arms, and wen she looked up, Clarke finds his warm eyes watching her.
"Evening," he drawled, a smile pulling at his lips.
"What time is it?" Clarke grumbled, her voice thick with sleep.
"Almost time for supper. Think you're up for eating?"
"I should probably eat. And then find my mom. I guess," Clarke said, grumbling awkwardly
She untangled herself from Bellamy's warm embrace, moving to pull in her shoes.
"Before we go, I was wondering something," Bellamy rose from his spot. Clarke looked at him expectantly.
"Yeah?"
"What happened? With that Grounder," he kept his eyes on her, waiting to judge her reaction.
"I... I don't wanna talk about it," Clarke stuttered, suddenly very interested in her untied laces.
She could hear him shuffle forward on the blankets, swinging his legs over the side to sit beside her.
"What's wrong?" he asked lightly, placing his arm around her slumped shoulders.
Clarke remained silent, eyes locked on her feet.
"You can tell me. It's okay," Bellamy whispered.
The blonde took a deep breath before she began, trying to steady herself.
"It wasn't horrible. Not at first. Not until I opened my big mouth," Clarke explained vaugely.
"Go on."
"I asked him about the name they called me. Wanheda. He told me it means 'Commander of Death' in their language. That they gave me the bame after what happened in Mount Weather," she spoke carefully, trying to keep her voice from shaking.
"Word travels fast down here," Bellamy commented.
Clarke's head whipped up quickly, an expression of shock and slight anger clear on her face. Bellamy chuckled fast.
"Clarke, what happened in that mountain, wasn't solely your fault. I was there too. And so was Monty. It's not only your burden," Bellamy whispered.
Clarke nodded, willing herself to believe his words. And then something unexplainable happened, and Clarke could barely process what happened. Bellamy's lips pressed softly against her dirt smeared forehead and the blonde froze, baby blues wide in surprise.
Quickly, Bellamy withdrew; the two shared a wide eyed look for a moment.
"We... uh... we should go," he stuttered.
"Y-Yeah," Clarke answered, quickly lacing up her boots and scurrying out the doorway of the tent.
Dinner was an uncomfortable affair. Clarke and Bellamy exhanged quick glances over their rations until Raven asked the one question Clarke was dreading.
"So, what's with your new nickname?"
"Uh..." Clarke didn't know how to respond.
"It means 'Commander of Death'," Bellamy jumped in.
"Badass," Raven nodded in approval, a smirk graced the mechanic's face.
Octavia's reaction was similar.
When the rest of the table fell into easy conversation, and Clarke took the spare second to mouth a quick 'thank you' across the table. Bellamy replied with a smile.
After their meal, Clarke and Bellamy wandered from the metal halls out intl the open air. The only sound for a while was the crunch of dirt under their filthy boots.
"So," Bellamy began.
Clarke turned her eyes to look at him. He was silent for a moment, searching his brain frantically for the right words.
"We should probably go find your mom," he said, changing his mind at the last minute.
"Uh, yeah. Right," Clarke nodded.
She turned slowly, walking away and Bellamy watched her for a moment, internally scolding himself for being such a chicken.
They walked silently, neither sure of what to say. The sounds of children playing and people gathering wood for the night's fire filled the silence between the two. Bellamy watched the blonde, trying to pluck up the courage to just tell her. He didn't notice that Clarke was leading him away from the medical bay.
Until they turned into an alcove in between two parts of the fallen station.
Clarke turned on her heel, looking up into his deep brown eyes.
"I don't want to go talk to my mom," she stated. "I want to talk about earlier."
Bellamy watched her for a moment, shocked. She knew him too well.
"We're a good team," Bellamy finally said.
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he wanted to hit himself. Clarke's eyes narrowed; her forehead crinkled as she watched him, confused. Bellamy searched desperately for something, anything, to say.
"What?" she asked.
"Uh, I mean," Bellamy stuttered.
"Bellamy Blake; speechless?" Clarke laughed lightly. Bellamy chuckled awkwardly.
"What I wanted to say, is that, after what happened yesterday, with the Grounder, I realized that, if anything ever happened to you, I don't know what I'd do."
Clarke was speechless, mouth slightly open as she processed the information.
"I know, it's ridiculous, but it's true. When you said you were going to leave, I didn't know what would happen. I was selfish, and desperate. It's no excuse for what I did-"
Suddenly, the rambling flow of words from Bellamy's lips were cut off by Clarke's hand grabbing the back of his neck, crashing his chapped lips against hers.