Author's Note: It was brought to my attention that the chapter yesterday had some tense (had vs has) issues. I typically write in past tense but I did have some present tense written yesterday. I'm sorry as I was in a rush to finish and not feeling the best so I wasn't as through as usual. Hopefully that didn't put anyone off but if you're reading this, then I guess you have forgiven me enough to keep reading.
Honestly, this chapter was one of my most favorite to write. I feel it reflects my version of the Bellarke relationship the best.
(CLARKE)
It had been an exhausting day and Clarke was ready for sleep. She felt like a zombie as she walked to her tent and the moment her head hit the pillow, she was out for the night.
Her dreams were plagued with the events of the previous day and she was thankful when she finally awoke. Not wanting to linger, Clarke was up and out of her tent within minutes.
The bright morning light caused her to squint as she stepped outside. She used her hand to shade her eyes as she looked around. Apparently the camp was still feeling the effects of last night's partying as it was unnaturally quiet despite the number of people wandering around.
Clarke walked to the drop ship and peeked inside. She didn't want any surprises ambushes this morning from either Finn or Bellamy. Instead, she saw that Octavia was inside but that she was just sitting on her stool, looking off at the wall. Seeing no one else, Clarke walked in.
Octavia turned at the sound of Clarke's footsteps and she gave her a half-hearted smile. Clarke could only imagine what the girl was feeling after last night. She must be worried sick about Lincoln and his fate.
"I'm sure he's fine."
She could tell that Octavia knew to whom Clarke was referring to.
"Yeah, maybe." she didn't sound so sure though, "He took that arrow for me Clarke. And I didn't get a chance to thank him or make sure he was okay."
Octavia was sniffling and wiping away tears from her eyes.
Clarke felt guilty because she knew that things might have gone differently if they hadn't brought the guns but she also knew that there was no way to know that for sure since the Grounders themselves had come armed. So she was stuck in this half-justified, half-guilty phase.
"Maybe...maybe we can try to go find him. Just to be sure he's safe."
Octavia's face lit up at Clarke's words but then immediately fell.
"Bellamy will never allow us out past the gate. Not after what happened."
She knew Octavia was right. Bellamy would forbid them from helping but she couldn't stand by and do nothing when Octavia was this upset. She had noticed Monroe and another guard outside the drop ship when she had arrived this morning and she had a feeling that Bellamy was having them watched.
Clarke knew then what she had to do.
"I'll take care of that. You just worry about getting some medical supplies together for our trip in case your Grounder is seriously hurt." Clarke paused, knowing that they were about to risk their lives and Bellamy's wrath on this trip, "Besides, we owe him for trying to negotiate peace, even if it failed in the end."
It was late afternoon before they were ready to go. Clarke had prepared a liquid vial filled with a solution called chloroform that her mother used to knock out patients when medically necessary. She was lucky that they had found some bleach in the bunker, which she then added to some of the distilled alcohol that Monty had given them to create the mixture.
After taking a few minutes to show Octavia how much liquid to pour in a cloth and where to place it, Clarke called their guards inside.
As soon as they walked in, both girls stood behind them and held the rags to their mouths, holding on tightly to their bodies as they fought back. After a few seconds, the fight went out of them and they dropped like stones. Clarke and Octavia caught them as they fell before proceeding to drag them over against the wall. The last thing they grabbed were their weapons.
Clarke grabbed her bag and shoved another one at Octavia. They slipped out of the drop ship and went along the edge of the wall making their way to the gate. Octavia stopped her suddenly to show her a small opening in the wall which must have used to get out before. It looked tight and uncomfortable to slip through but it would work.
They crawled through the small hole and took off running as soon as they were on the other side. Clarke knew that Bellamy would realize fairly quickly that something was wrong when he didn't see the guards outside.
Clarke figured they had only been gone for a few minutes when the alarm was sounded back at camp.
She couldn't help but smile at thought of outwitting the Great Bellamy Blake.
Maybe next time he'll post more guards.
(BELLAMY)
He knew he should have posted additional guards on those two.
Bellamy had known how worried Octavia had been about her precious Grounder after he got shot and that Clarke was just the type to want to go help him. She had almost been killed yesterday because of his people yet still, she would want to save him.
His Princess was going to be the death of him.
He quickly organized a small search party and set off to find them. Bellamy grabbed Finn to help with the search but didn't tell him whom exactly they were looking for. He didn't want to see Spacewalker make moon eyes at the mere mention of Clarke's name. I
t didn't take them long to realize that unlike yesterday, Clarke had left no trail to follow. She had apparently picked up a few new skills. They circled the camp around several times to be sure but were unable to find the direction the girls had gone.
After a few hours, he finally called it off and they went back to the camp.
He was going to make a few things clear to both girls when they finally returned.
It was just after midnight when the girls walked back through the gates. He had been pacing in front of his tent for some time now wondering when…if….they would be back.
Finally, he spotted a blonde head appear at the gate, quickly followed by a brunette. He looked them over and couldn't see any injuries on either of them. He breathed a sigh of relief and then, he exploded.
"What the hell were you two thinking?"
Clarke shared a meaningful look with his sister before Octavia stepped away and went to her tent. He noticed his sister looked better, almost calm. Bellamy motioned for two guards to follow her. He wasn't going to let her slip from camp again, not if he could stop it.
"We had to take care of something."
"I know what you what you had to "take care of"! Did you forget that we're at war with those people?"
Clarke glared at him and he was tempted to shake her. Didn't she understand that he had been scared for them? That he was worried that he would find one of them staked to a tree like Jasper had been?
"He saved Octavia! I would think you would appreciate that of all people!"
"Of course I do but it doesn't mean that you need to foolishly risk your lives for his!"
"It was the right thing to do Bellamy!"
By now, a crowd had gathered around them with people whispering as they watched the two argue. Bellamy was barely aware of them as he stepped into Clarke's space. She obviously wasn't expecting him to get so close but she refused to back down. Brave Princess.
He felt himself grow hard at the determined look on her face. Fighting with her was turning him on.
He hadn't been this close to her in days and fighting with her was like their own twisted sense of foreplay. He was breathing hard and could see that she was having trouble as well.
A glance down her body showed that her nipples were hard. He grinned when he realized that she was turned on as he was. Bellamy turned that grin on her and he saw Clarke swallow hard.
Apparently his Princess wasn't as over him as she pretended.
(CLARKE)
She knew she was in trouble when he turned that grin on her. Between the sexy dimples and those innocent looking freckles, she felt herself go weak in the knees.
God but she wanted him. Badly.
Clarke wanted to fix things with him but first, she needed to finish this...disagreement. She didn't want Bellamy to think he could win by using her feelings for him against her. Or that because they were together...if they were still together she corrected herself...that he would always get his way.
She scrambled for a way to end this without as appearing as if she was backing down or conceding to him.
She was aware that people were watching them and that the longer that Bellamy grinned at her without Clarke responding, that the whispers were getting louder. Clarke pushed past Bellamy, intending to go to his tent so they could finish talking in private.
Bellamy grabbed her hand and whirled her around to face him. Before she had a chance to react, maybe yell at him some more, his hand had cupped the back of her head and his lips were on hers.
He was kissing her. In front of the entire camp.
She wanted to bite his tongue for exposing their secret but he was a slippery bastard. He knew when to slip his tongue in her mouth and pull back so that soon, she was invading his mouth with her tongue.
She heard someone that sounded a lot like Monroe mutter, "It's about damn time."
There was also talk about someone winning a bet but she ignored it. She was too distracted by Bellamy running his free hand around her waist and yanking her against his body.
It would seem that since that Bellamy had decided to break his own rule, he was going to do it with a bang.
Clarke felt dazed when he finally pulled back. He ran a finger down her cheek, the gesture oddly tender considering the emotions coursing through her body at that moment. Looking into his eyes, she could see the lust and something warmer that she hadn't noticed before.
Before she had a chance to reflect on it, Bellamy was using his hand to grab her waist and lift her up and over his shoulder. Clarke found herself hanging upside down looking down his back. She started smacking him with her fists, outraged that he would embarrass her like this in front of everyone.
"Let me down Bellamy!"
Bellamy chuckled but didn't let her go. Instead he turned and started the walk back to his tent. Clarke was blushing as she watched the Hundred laughing at the two of them. She was going to make Bellamy pay for this.
Thankfully, it was a short walk to his tent and Clarke spent the time yelling obscenities at him. When they were finally inside, she tried to wiggle free again.
"Dammit Bellamy...put me down!"
He dropped her down on his bed and leaned over her, smiling. "As you wish."
Clarke gasped at the warm look in his eyes. She finally realized what he had been trying to tell her the last few days with those words.
He loved her.
So...what did you guys think of that last scene? Did it satisfy your demands for a Bellarke reunion? I sure hope so because it made me smile just writing it!
Seriously...I love you guys! Your reviews, follows and favorites are what keep me motivated to write every day. And I love hearing from new people just as much as those that I've been chatting with for several chapters! Looking forward to your thoughts on this chapter!
XoXo ~Becky~