Hello Everybody! !READ ME BEFORE MOVING ON! I'd just like to say thanks for clicking my story! "Never Let Me Go" (I know, I know! Cheesy name but stop judging) is an alternate ending to the season 2 finale of the CW show 'The 100'. I, unfortunately, do not own anything from this show whether it may be characters, storylines, or actors (:P). Anyway, this isn't my first fanfiction but I reeeeaaaalllyy like feedback! If you like the story, comment or PM me. If you don't like it, plllleease give me constructive criticism! Originally this was just going to be a quick Bellarke one-shot but there might be more if I feel so inclined. So it starts out kinda narrating what happened in that scene of the episode but I promise it gets a little more fun! ...Now without further ado I present to you the fanfic you clicked on... Enjoy!

As Monty walked away from Clarke toward the survivors in Camp Jaha, Bellamy took his chance. Slowly walking over, he noticed an expression sketched across Clarke's face, one he'd grown accustomed to throughout their time on Earth.

"I think we deserve a drink" Bellamy said with an exhausted sigh.

Clarke paused, a smile so slight it was barely noticeable crept over her mouth, "Have one for me."

"Hey. We can get through this," Bellamy started to head inside, only to realise that Clarke stayed glued in place outside the gates.

"I'm not going in," She replied with a rough shake of her head.

He walked back toward her, "Clarke, if you need forgiveness, I'll give that to you. You're forgiven. Please come inside…"

"Take care of them for me," Only then does Bellamy truly understand what's happening in her mind. She's lost all faith in her strongest ally: herself. Unable to think of someway to convince her otherwise, the only thing out of his mouth is her name, quiet and gruff, "Clarke,".

"No! Seeing their faces everyday… it's just going to remind me what I did to get them here-"

Bellamy cut her off, "What we did! You don't have to do this alone."

Clarke turned to face the crowd of recently returned who filled Camp Jaha. Her eyes landed on her mother. Though her face was impassive, Bellamy could tell she felt that what happened to Abby was her fault, and hers alone.

Upon perceiving Bellamy's eyes studying hers, Clarke turned stone,"I bare it so they don't have to."

Bellamy's heart seemed to shatter at the thought of the weight of the world that Clarke forced onto her own shoulders. She doesn't deserve this, he thought. None of us do. All he wanted to do was pull her into his arms and never let her go. Bellamy wished with all he had that he could shelter her from the storm she created in her heart. "Where are you gonna go?"

"I don't know," Clarke answered, shaking her head as if she only just realized she would be on her own in a world she hardly knew.

Silence enveloped the space where they stood. Clarke began to turn away only to throw herself against him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders in an unruly embrace. She kissed his cheek before putting her head on his shoulder. Bellamy suddenly wished she had chosen a place slightly to the right to place her lips. Unable to bring himself to say so, he simply pulled her closer to him.

"May we meet again," the girl whispered into his ear.

After a few moments, Clarke pulled herself together, stealing her heart and mind for whatever fight the cruel world could throw at her. So much had happened to her as she fights for those she loves. First the guilt from her father, then killing Finn, it seemed as though she had finally sacrificed her own self. Bellamy couldn't let her do that. Never before, he realised, had he felt this way. Not for Raven, not for the frequent late-night flyers in his old tent. Not for anyone. And yet- he felt it now, for Clarke. Bellamy experienced a sense of warmth that covered him completely. He couldn't let her endure this horrible burden on her own… but why? Why was he feeling like… like he no longer possessed his own heart- like it no longer beat in his chest but in her hands. When had he given up the object he protected most dearly behind ten foot thick steel? When had he given it to her, to Clarke? I mean, he thought, she certainly is beautiful, even now as she stumbled away, her back to him, but that couldn't be all. Clarke is the smartest, most creative, most fantastically amazing girl… And he's letting her walking away.

By then, Clarke was nearly across the clear grove that surrounded Camp Jaha but Bellamy covered the distance in a matter of seconds. "Clarke, wait!" he half yelled, half growled.

She turned, surprised, just as Bellamy caught her wrist. His actions were rough, almost mechanical as he slowly drew her closer to his chest. The grip of his fingers on her wrist loosened as Bellamy's hand slipped into hers, his other moving to cup her face. "Did you think I would let you leave so easy? I don't want to meet again. In fact, I never want to leave you side," Bellamy whispered, his breath heating Clarke's cheek, his mouth only a mere inch from hers.

"Bellamy-" Clarke started, only to be cut off as Bellamy's lips crashed onto her own. His hand remorsefully left her chin only to find her hair equally as precious. Clarke let go of her iniquities and began to kiss him back. Her arms snaked up his torso and wrapped around his neck. Bellamy could finally place finger on the word he was at a loss for, he loved her.

Only when both were completely out of air did Bellamy pull away. For the first time in all his life, Bellamy found Clarke at a loss of words. Her hand delicately ran their way up his muscle ripped chest until they lifted to his lips, where they stayed.

"You're not going off alone, Princess. I'm not going to leave you alone. Ever."

"And I wouldn't ask you to."