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Chapter 34

Bellamy felt his anger soaring as he led Abigail Griffin from Clarke's hospital room. He stopped in the hall, waiting until she turned to face him.

"Leave", he said quietly, "If you intend to throw the past in her face every chance you get, then leave and never let me catch you anywhere near her again."

"Who are you to say who my daughter does and doesn't have contact with", Abby said with a snort.

"I've been dictating whom she sees for the past five years", Bellay ground out, "I've approved of the men she sees, the people she befriends. I've protected her, and I'll continue to do so, even if that means keeping her from you."

Abby stared at the young man standing before her, and she sighed. His chest heaved with each angry breath and his dark eyes shot hate filled sparks in her direction.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there for her", she said, her head hanging low.

"There's nothing you can do about the past. You have to concentrate on the present because the future isn't exactly your decision either", Bellamy said quietly.

"Do you think she'll ever forgive me for what I've done?"

"She forgave you long ago, but the hurt you caused won't be forgotten over night. You have to earn her trust."

"So, you'll allow me to try", Abby asked hesitantly.

"That is up to Clarke. I'm the gatekeeper, but it's ultimately her choice. Whatever she decides, I will stand by that decision", Bellamy said.

"You really care about her don't you", Abby pointed out.

Bellamy stood for a moment, his eyes glued to his shoes. When he finally looked up, every emotion was written in his dark eyes.

"I love your daughter. I've loved her for most of my life", he answered honestly.

"Thank you, Bellamy."

"Don't thank me, Mrs. Griffin. Clarke saves me from myself every day. I owe her so much, and I intend to spend the rest of my days repaying her for the love and care she's shown me."

Bellamy watched as Abby nodded, a soft smile curving her lips.

"You're a good man, Bellamy Blake", Abby said as she walked away.

The dark haired man said nothing in return; he simply watched her walk away wondering if they would ever see her again. When she was out of sight, he entered the quiet hospital room.

He took his seat at the blonde's bedside. His eyes roved over her face, and his hand reached for hers unconsciously. He sat in silence, listening to the various monitors and medical equipment as it hummed and beeped.

Bellamy watched her sleep, his mind wandering- images floating in and out of his mind's eye. One stuck out from the rest, and he smiled in remembrance.

Bellamy Blake sat in his dark living room, heart pounding and fear clawing at his throat. He felt as though he would retch as the nightmare replayed itself over and over in his mind.

He could still see her covered in blood, her blue eyes lifeless. The image caused a shiver to race down his spine. His body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, chilled by the cool night air drifting in from the open window.

He placed his head in his hands, trying desperately to calm his racing heart. He heaved a shaky sigh, his shoulders quivering as he fought to regain control. Then a thud rang out in the silence.

Bellamy raised his head and stared into the darkness. He was just about to get up and check things out when Clarke came skidding into the living room. Her eyes were wide, her hair was a riot of blonde curls, and she was clad in a pair of shorts and one of his t-shirts.

"Bell, are you ok", she asked with wide eyes.

"Uh, yeah Princess. I'm fine", he answered shakily.

"Why do I not believe you", Clarke said groggily as she moved to sit beside him on the sofa.

"I don't know. Why don't you", he asked softly.

"Because I know you, Bellamy Blake. You're not one to scream for no reason."

"I screamed?"

"Yeah, Bell. Scared me half to death", Clarke answered.

"I'm sorry", Bellamy said, his chin resting against his chest in defeat.

"Tell me", she said settling in beside him.

"I had a nightmare. They shot you."

Bellamy felt Clarke stiffen beside him. He was just about to recant when her hands gripped his face gently. His eyes met hers, and the tenderness shining in the blue depths touched his heart like nothing else could. He finally took a steady breath, his heartbeat slowing to a normal rate.

"I'm fine, Bell. I'm safe and so are you. I'm going to be right here, and you can't get rid of me", Clarke finished with a smile.

He leaned into her touch, "I can't lose either of you. It would kill me."

"I know, but you're not going to lose us. You'll keep us safe because that is what you do, Bell. You protect us and make us feel safe, and we love you for it."

Bellamy sighed and closed his eyes, "It's a big job."

"Yes it is, which is why you need to get some sleep", Clarke said quietly.

"I can't…"

"I'll stay with you if that will help", she said cutting him off.

Bellamy nodded and lay down with his head in her lap. Her fingers combed through his hair, and soon his eyes closed. His dreams for the rest of the night were pleasant and nightmare free.

When he woke up the next morning, Clarke Griffin was in asleep in his arms. He'd been embarrassed at first, but then he realized that it felt oddly right. So, he lay there pretending to sleep until she awoke and disentangled herself from his arms.

Years later he still wondered if he imagined the feather light kiss he felt on his jaw. As he looked down at the sleeping woman before him, he smiled. She was beautiful, and he had her to thank for his sanity.

He would have given up long ago if she hadn't been there to hold him together. He would have fallen apart, broken and irreparable. However, she'd been there to mend the cracks in his armor and make him stronger.

Bellamy leaned forward, placing a light kiss to her lips.

"I love you, Clarke Griffin", he whispered.

Whatever came their way, they'd already proven that together they could face anything.

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