(Clarke POV)
Just when things seem to be getting better or at least not as awful, something else pops up and knocks her completely off course.
She's getting home, thinking about how good it will be to sit down with some hot cocoa, catch up on her tv shows and let her brain and body rest when she realizes that her front door is open.
Clarke's on high alert as she peers into her apartment. That tv she'd been daydreaming about is gone, along with what looks like several of her belongings. It's a complete mess, almost unrecognizable but she can tell that the robbers are long gone because everything is just so still. It feels like her belongings (or what's left of them) have settled into the chaos.
She can't bring herself to go any further. She turns, rests her back against the wall just outside her apartment and sinks into the floor.
She thinks she's in shock because she hasn't cried, yelled or broken down in anyway yet. Clarke knows it will happen, it's just a matter of time. She decides to call the police before the inevitable breakdown occurs. - They'll be here soon. There is an officer in the area. Blah. Blah. Blah.
She must blank out during the conversation because she's not really sure what's going on anymore. She thinks that her breakdown is looming because her thoughts are now centered on her mother and the role she will play in this situation. Tears are starting to slip down her cheeks. It's been a rough couple of weeks. She did not need this.
Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Just keep breathing.
Slowly, she stands, braces herself before fully entering the apartment.
Clarke is sitting in the middle of the living room on her couch clutching a broken picture frame that holds the last picture she took with her dad before he died. She's startled by the knock at the entrance.
There is a police officer staring at her then stepping towards her, "Ma'am, we received a call about a robbery."
That's when she breaks. All tears and snot. Yep, there is snot. The officer looks unfazed but she's not sure he can understand what she's saying. She can't even understand what she's saying...
"Clarke!"
Bellamy is here. Wait, what? What is Bellamy doing here? Then she takes in his uniform and she's knows another officer probably told him a call came in for his apartment complex. She knows he doesn't normally patrol this neighborhood.
They haven't seen or spoken to each other since their fight about Finn. Though the thought of it still niggles in the back of her brain, the relief of having him there with her overrides any anger she has. Right now, she's not even sure she has any fight in her. She feels a little broken.
The officer Clarke's been talking with doesn't seem to mind the interruption though, greeting him then asking "Blake, you got this?"
Bellamy waves him off without even glancing his way, keeping his eyes focused on Clarke. The officer gets the message and heads out.
He places his hands on her cheeks, thumbs wiping away tears. Then, he starts moving her around, checking her for injuries. He must not have been told that the robbers were gone before she got home.
"They were already gone when I got home."
He visibly relaxes at her words and let's go of her. She immediately misses his touch. It was calming.
Bellamy's standing now, walking around her apartment. Checking everything out. She can tell he's assessing the damage. She's been making a mental note of everything as well.
He must have completed his assessment because he turns to her and says "Well, Princess, I guess you're sleeping at our place tonight."
(Bellamy POV)
He almost shit his pants when his buddy let him know that an officer was sent to his apartment complex for a home invasion. He called O on his way there just to make sure she was ok. Thankfully she was just getting out of school and hadn't gotten home yet. That's when his mind wandered to Clarke. He just had a feeling. A feeling that was confirmed as soon as he saw the front door of her apartment, the mayhem that followed and her tear stained face rambling to another officer (What's his name? Joe?).
She must not have been expecting him to show up (he's a cop, of course he's gonna show up at a crime scene in his building) but he sees the tension in her shoulders ease once he makes eye contact.
After talking with her and taking a better look at the place, he learns that it wasn't so much a home invasion as it was a robbery. He's so glad she wasn't here when the perps were. Just the thought of her being here when they arrived is enough for him to decide that she's staying with them... whether she likes it or not. So when he tells her just that, he's prepared for a fight.
Shockingly, she only looks mildly confused, maybe a little relieved. Then says, "are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Ok."
(Clarke POV)
He's helped her finish filing the police report, call her insurance company and gather some of her things to take across the hall. At the moment though, he's not doing as much helping as snooping. She's not surprised really. She kind of expected it and, in all honesty, intends on doing some snooping herself while she stays with him and Octavia. Though it doesn't annoy or anger her per say, it is making her a tad uncomfortable. He was perusing her artwork a few moments ago, some of which is pretty personal, and she's not ready for anyone to see some pieces, let alone him. Some are of him (she may or may not have taken out her anger with him in one or two of them). They're personal.
Now, under the guise of grabbing her some more clothes, he walks into her bedroom and is rummaging through her closet and dresser. There's a sudden "Shit. Ok, wow. Shit" and then a slamming of something in the room and she runs toward it, afraid he may of harmed himself.
Clarke finds him, face flushed and clearly embarrassed by something, "what happened? Are you ok?"
"I'm fine. Good. Totally fine." Rubbing his neck, "maybe I should just stick to carrying things. You got this," pointing to my suitcase, "under control anyway."
Clarke knows he saw something he probably shouldn't have and she'd rather just deal with it now, "Bellamy, what happened?"
Not one to shy away from direct confrontation, she knows he will answer no matter how uncomfortable it makes him (And he looks really uncomfortable, hands in his pockets, trying to look anywhere but at her, all red in the face which given his complexion is saying something).
"I saw your lingerie."
She can't help it when she bursts into laughter. He looks a little stunned by her reaction.
(Bellamy POV)
This situation totally sucks but…
He likes being able to snoop around Clarke's apartment and the idea of her staying at his apartment has him a little amped. He's not really sure why but he's also not going to dig too deep to figure it out. For now, he's going with it.
It's for this reason that he's gotten Clarke through the standard "after getting robbed to do list" as quickly as possible. He's helping her pack up some more clothes and subtly looking through her various drawers when he spots electric blue lace. Like really really bright blue. Lace. He's stunned for a bit, he's not sure how long.
He knows he should just shut the drawer but its like it has some weird hold on him and he can't. He can't look away. Part of his brain is yelling "Creep!" while the other is saying "No way does Clarke own that, I gotta see this for my own eyes."
So, naturally, he picks it up. And immediately regrets it. Because he is a creep and it is exactly what he thought it couldn't be. Electric blue lace panties. Tiny panties that he can't help but picture Clarke wearing. Creep!
"Shit. Ok, wow. Shit"
It's out of his mouth before he realizes it and he knows he's in trouble as soon as Clarke sets foot in her bedroom.
Of course, she calls him on it and he can't lie. Clarke will sniff that shit out and beat him with it. What he doesn't expect is her response. He's pretty sure she's gone into shock because she still hasn't stopped laughing. Its making him a little uncomfortable too. Is she laughing at me or the situation or the entire day? Not knowing the answer is kind of killing him.
"What's so funny, princess?"
"You're such a pig," but it sounds fond and she's still smiling.
"I thought I was an asshat."
She snorts, "Oh, yeah. definitely," and all he can do is grin at her.
"Come one, let's get you some hot cocoa and binge on netflix."
"Sounds perfect."