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Chapter 30

Bellamy sat at his desk pouring over maps of the city, red circles marking Finn's former hangouts. His head jerked up when he heard a knock.

"Come in", he yelled.

Murphy stood in the doorway, his face haggard and angry. The man had been like a rabid dog, angry and lashing out at anything that moved.

"What is it, Murphy?"

"We've found a women who says she knows where Clarke is."

Bellamy stood to his feet, "Show me."

He followed Murphy out of the shop and into the darkened alley adjoining the garage. A woman stood with Miller, her body shook and tears coursed down her cheeks.

"Who are you", Bellamy asked briskly.

"My name is Raven Reyes, and I know where Finn is keeping Clarke", the woman said in a rush.

"Tell me."

Bellamy listened as Raven described the old abandoned building, mentally noting every obstacle he would have to hurdle to get to Clarke.

"Miller, keep an eye on her. Murphy gather the men. We've got a man to visit."

"Wait, I'm coming with you", Raven said.

Bellamy turned on her, his eyes burning with anger. "No, I'm keeping here. If this is a trap, Miller here can use you as leverage. Plus, you can testify against Collins and you will if you want my protection", he growled.

He watched the woman nod, and then he started down the path to war. Finn Collins wouldn't escape justice this time.

Bellamy stood outside the ragged building, his gun at the ready and the sound of his men behind him. They charged through the large double doors and into the abandoned school building.

He ran down the hallway looking in every room, but no sign of Clarke. Then he came face to face with Finn Collins, a cold smile curving his lips.

"Well look here it is, the Rebel."

Bellamy rushed him, roughly grabbing a fistful of his shirt.

"Where is she, Collins? Tell me now, and I might let you live", Bellamy growled.

"I'll tell you Blake, but you're too late", Finn said, his eyes lighting in delight at Bellamy's pain filled roar.

Bellamy ran, his breath freezing in his chest when he finally found her. She lay on the floor, her skin a sallow grey except for her lips that shone a cold blue against her pale face.

He knelt beside her, gently feeling for a pulse. He watched as her eyes fluttered open, and a smile curved her lips.

"Hey, baby", she said softly.

"What has he done to you, Princess", Bellamy asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Not important. I got to see you", Clarke said, her eyes closing once again.

"No, Clarke! Don't leave me", Bellamy cried.

"Shhh, I'm not going anywhere", she crooned, "A hospital would probably be a good idea though."

Bellamy lifted her in his arms, his mind shutting out the way her body shivered and her breathing slowed. Instead he focused on a bright autumn day many years ago.

Bellamy stood in the driveway, water hose in hand as he washed his truck. The day was warm, which explained his attire. He wore a pair of swim trunks, his tan chest glistening in the bright sunlight.

He enjoyed the ogling stares of the women passing by, however nothing compared to the look Clarke gave him as she walked up to the house. Her eyebrows rose, and a smirk played across her pink lips.

"Like what you see, Princess", he asked.

"Hmm, I don't know. You're a little underdressed for my taste", she said with a chuckle.

"Oh really", Bellamy laughed as he turned the water hose on her.

She squealed, running across the yard. Water ran down her face, her shirt soaked, and her hair a mass of unruly curls.

"I'm going to get you, Bellamy Blake", she screamed.

Soon they were throwing suds and water back and forth, both soaked and giggling. Clarke ran from him, her legs flying out from under her. She landed on her back with an oof, bursting into a raucous of laughter.

"Are you ok, Princess", Bellamy asked concernedly.

"Yeah, Bell, I'm fine", she giggled.

"Here let me help you", he said, scooping her up.

Her blue eyes were playful as they collided with his much darker ones. A sly grin spread across her face, and then he found the side of his face covered in mud. He stood there in stunned silence for a moment before he slipped, sending them both careening into the now muddy front yard.

Bellamy tickled Clarke mercilessly, her laughter music to his ears. When O got home that night she found them both soaking wet, and shooting each other amused glances.

"I don't even want to know", she said racing to her room.

Bellamy and Clarke collapsed on the couch in a fit of laughter. He turned to her, finding her face so close to his own.

"Promise me we can always have fun, Bell", she said, "Promise me we'll never lose this."

He kissed her nose, smiling as her eyes widened. "I promise, Clarke. I'll always be there to tickle you when you get too serious."

"I'm not the only one who's serious, broody britches", Clarke said with a smirk, "So I'd better make you the same promise."

"I don't know, I think I want a different promise", Bellamy said seriously, "Promise me you'll always laugh. Promise me you won't lose that sparkle that is you, Princess."

He watched as a blush crept up her neck and onto her cheeks.

"I promise, Bell."

As Bellamy carried Clarke to his truck, he found his anger rising up in his chest. It consumed him, hot and searing.

"Take him. I'll deal with him myself. Tell Kane he got away", Bellamy whispered to Murphy as he passed.

He watched as the other man looked down at Clarke, his eyes softening. Then he turned to Finn, and his eyes once again hardened to granite.

"I'll see to it", Murphy answered.

"Thank you."

Bellamy carried Clarke to his truck, and drove like a maniac to the hospital. It felt like only yesterday that she'd been lying in a hospital bed with multiple gunshot wounds. Now, she would once again fight for her life.

He settled in one of the waiting room chairs, but the wait wasn't nearly as long. With in two hours, she'd been settled in a room. A nurse led him back, a grim expression on her face.

Bellamy stopped at the entrance of the room, a man in a white lab coat standing in his way.

"Are you family", the doctor asked.

"Yes."

"Well, then I need to tell you that there's not much we can do. Whatever toxin she was injected with has already done quite a bit of damage. We can only treat her symptoms at this point. With that said, she's strong and I think she's got a good chance. Know that we'll do all we can for your wife."

Bellamy watched as the doctor walked away, his words still echoing in his head. One word kept coming back, blaring and insistent. WIFE.

In that moment, Bellamy realized that's what he wanted. He wanted to marry Clarke Griffin! He walked into the room and took the chair beside her bed. Her gaze collided with his own, and he felt his heart pick up.

Her blue eyes were filled with that same fire that he loved. She wasn't giving up, and he wouldn't either. He gently took her hand in one of his, stroking her knuckles with his thumb.

"I need you, Clarke", he said quietly.

"I know", she said with a smile.

"You have to pull through, Princess, because I have something very important I need to discuss with you", Bellamy said, kissing her gently.

He watched as her blue eyes sparked with curiosity.

"Why can't we talk about it now", she pouted weakly.

"It's something that needs the proper atmosphere, and this", he said gesturing to the drab room, "Is not it. So, get some rest Sweetheart. I'll be here when you wake up."

Bellamy watched as her eyes fluttered closed, a peaceful smile curving her lips. As he watched her sleep, his anger came back to greet him. There was one person he still needed to deal with- one person who had to pay for the pain they'd caused the woman he loved.

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