Hey guys! So I've written a few modern AU's so I figured I'd write some canon divergence for you all. I only planned on this being like 1,000 words and it turned into and almost 3,000 word fic. Hope you enjoy! :)

Based off of the prompt: "Please put me down it's just a sprained ankle"

Clarke's POV

Clarke couldn't take it anymore. She'd been back now for a month and everyone was still being ridiculously overbearing. Every day people would check up on her to make sure she was still there, people would flinch every time she so much as went near the gate and they were constantly asking her how she was doing, as if the slightest upset would send her running. She understood why they were worried, she had left for three months without saying goodbye to anyone but Bellamy and Monty and probably worried them all, but she was broken at the time and needed to get away and heal so she could be the best version of herself again. She'd done a lot of horrible things to ensure her people's safety and though she doesn't regret anything because in the end they saved a lot of people, the guilt had been and still is crushing. She knew she'd never be her old self again, but she was as close as she was going to get now, and for her that was good enough.

Everyone was being more than annoying sure, but the worst one was Bellamy. He was the same as the others, he would check in on her without really checking in by suddenly needing something from the storage closet in the med bay, whenever she'd go out near the gate she could feel him watching her like a hawk stalking its prey, but he would never ask her how she was. Hell he barely acknowledged her existence unless he had to speak to her about an injury or a trade agreement. That's what made it so much worse. She knew why he was mad, she would be too, but she couldn't stand that he wouldn't talk to her anymore. He obviously cared about her, even if it was only a little bit, but he wouldn't be direct about it, he wouldn't actually try to be her friend and it was driving her up the fucking wall. One of the main reasons she had come back was for him, once she realized that she not only needed him, but was in love with him and among other things like she would have to face them all at some point. This was technically her family after all.

So finally having enough of all the worried glances and overbearing friends (looking at you Raven and Monty) she finally convinced her mom to let her go out with the hunting party to gather their monthly stalk in meet.

When she arrives at the gate she notices that Bellamy is at the head of the group giving some younger kids instructions on what to do if someone gets attacked (they haven't seen or heard anything from the Grounders since Mount Weather, but it's still better to take precautions). Once she gets to the back of the line Bellamy notices her and she sees his face harden and his jaw tick. Just steer clear of him and you can enjoy your first time out of camp since you came back she thinks to herself.

The trip had been going well so far, she'd killed four squirrels and a few rabbits, she'd managed to ignore most of Bellamy's glares and she was currently talking to Jeremy, one of the cute guards who had come with them (just because she's in love with Bellamy doesn't mean she can't talk to someone). Of course something has to wrong though, one second she's laughing at a joke Jeremy told her and the next she's falling into a fucking grounder trap.

Before she can really registers what happens she feels her feet hit uneven ground and one of her ankles twist. She can hear yelling from up above, its mostly people asking what happened and if she's okay, but then she hears Bellamy tearing a strip off of Jeremy saying "If she dies in that fucking hole I swear to god you won't live to see sundown." and "How do you not let someone know they're about to fall into a god dammed hole?" Clarke's heart soars a little at his words. He was clearly upset that she was hurt and it was a nice change of pace to have him worry about her and instead direct his anger towards someone else.

Once the commotion died down she was able to answer that she was fine except for a possibly sprained ankle. They told her it might take some time to get her out because they hadn't brought any rope with them. Sighing, she managed to sit down in the limited space she had and prepared herself for the long wait. She wondered why this grounder trap wasn't as dangerous as the one she had almost fallen in when they first landed. Was this one just meant to capture people instead of killing them?

Looking down at her hands in her lap she noticed there was blood on them. Scanning her body she noticed a long scratch along the length of her left arm, it would probably need stitches but if she applied enough pressure to it she was sure she'd be fine. She ripped off the bottom of her shirt and used the material to put pressure on the wound.

A while later she heard the group of people that had come back and couldn't be happier that she was finally getting out of this damn hole. They sent someone down attached to a rope figuring she wouldn't be able to climb herself with a sprained ankle. When the person got down she recognized that it was Jeremy, he probably felt bad for what had happened even though it was her own fault for not paying attention. He quickly grabbed her, holding her around the waist as they were lifted up.

Once they reached the top she felt someone pull her away from Jeremy and pick her up bridal style. Yelping in surprise she glanced up to see that it was Bellamy who had picked her up. Satisfied that Clarke was okay and that they'd gathered enough food they began to head back to camp.

She didn't want to be carried "Please put me down it's just a sprained ankle." He wouldn't meet her eyes and just continued walking.

"Bellamy, you know you don't have to carry me right? I can probably walk."

He ignored her request and asked why she was bleeding.

"I must've cut myself on the way down but its fine. I'll get it stitched up when we get back." He nodded accepting her answer, but didn't respond otherwise.

After ten minutes of silence she huffed and began to squirm.

"If you insist on having be carried and you're not going to speak to me at least have someone carry me that will. I'm sure Jeremy wouldn't mind." She said half serious and half hoping to receive some sort of reaction from him. He had seemed upset that she had been hurt which meant that it wasn't completely hopeless that they might at least be friends again someday.

At her words he came to an abrupt halt and finally met her eyes. All she could see was fire in his gaze. "That dumbass is the reason you got hurt in the first place!" he said with malice in his voice "Why the hell would I hand you off to him? Just so you can get injured again?"

She was glad he was finally speaking to her again, but was annoyed at the fact that it took her getting injured for it to happen. "Why the hell do you care all of a sudden? It's not like you've been around at all since I came back. Hell I would've thought you'd be glad to get rid of me." She said with all the anger she could muster up. Clarke knew she was overreacting and that he clearly did care, but she wanted him to know how bad she felt and how angry she was that he wouldn't speak to her. Sure she was happy that he had showed he cared, but it still doesn't excuse him ignoring her for the past month. She would've been pissed too, but she would have at least tried to do more than he had at this point.

Suddenly all the energy from her drained and she began to feel dizzy. Bellamy's expression turned from hard and guarded to open worry within seconds, but all Clarke could feel was her body giving up, hear head lulling back and her eyes beginning to droop. The last thing she heard before she succumbed to the darkness was Bellamy yelling that needed to get back immediately.

Bellamy's POV

He ran as fast as he could through the woods while trying not to jostle Clarke in his arms. He was so worried about her. Sure he had been pissed about her leaving even after he'd begged her to stay, but after seeing her fall into that hole he knew he couldn't hold his grudge forever. She'd given him his space when she came back, obviously sensing that he hadn't wanted anything to do with her. Though he had been unbelievably upset with her he hadn't been able to hate her, even after Octavia had told him about Ton DC, He understood that she had done the best she could just like he would have. He tried so hard to hate her, but could never bring himself too because he knew her and knew that she only did it for the good of their people. He was so mad that she had left when he needed her the most. She was the only one who understood what he went through just like he was the only one who understood what she had went through. Now though his only concern was getting her back to camp to make sure she was okay.

He couldn't think of anything that would have caused her to blackout. She had been fine the whole way there, flirting with that stupid fucking guard who let her fall into the hole in the first place. Bellamy didn't know what the feeling in pit of his stomach when he thought of them together was, but he didn't like it.

He finally saw the gates and sped up, still managing to keep Clarke in a tight but firm hold. They had radioed in to Raven ahead of time to make sure they'd be ready for Clarke, so as soon as he entered the gate they had her on a stretcher and no time and were carrying her off into the med bay.

Bellamy tried to follow, but was stopped by a familiar voice.

"Bell I know you want to make sure she's okay, but you in there hovering isn't going to help." Octavia said.

Sometimes he hated how intuitive his sister was. She didn't even have to ask to know that he was no longer angry with Clarke, she just knew. Just as Octavia could read him like a book, he could read her just as well and though he knew she was still pissed at Clarke he could tell she was worried about her and that eventually she'd forgive her too.

He knew she was right and relented deciding to go occupy himself with work until he got news on her condition.

It's been five days now and Clarke had still not woken up. They had figured out what happened by now. On the way down she had caught her arm on the prickles of a poisonous plant that the Grounders had planted to kill any trespassers and the poison had been spreading through her body. Lincoln didn't have an antidote, but thankfully knew how to make one. He had given it to her four days ago and she still hadn't woken up. He had told them there was a possibility of her not waking up because the antidote didn't always take effect in time and Bellamy was really beginning to think she wasn't going to. The thought left a sickening feeling in his stomach because if she didn't, she would die thinking that he hated her when in reality it was the exact opposite. He was in love with her.

It was the night of the third day she'd been asleep. He was sitting in the med bay beside her table, holding her hand and staring intently at her face wishing she would just open her eyes when the realization hit him like an arrow through the heart. He was in love with Clarke Griffin and that was why it had crushed him when she left, why seeing her with Jeremy had bothered him and why if she didn't wake up he would never forgive himself for letting her believe he hated her before she died.

That was two days ago and he had been visiting her frequently, sometimes staying there for hours and other time only briefly because he still had a job to do. Every time he went though, Abby always told him the same thing "No change yet, I promise we'll come get you as soon as there's news." There never was any.

Clarke's POV

Clarke woke up slowly, her body feeling like she had been thrown from a space shuttle. She couldn't remember where she was only that the last time she'd been awake Bellamy had been carrying her through the woods. She opened her eyes and noticed she was in the med bay. It must have been pretty late because it was fairly quiet, the only noise in the room was her breathing and her mother's quiet snores from where she slept in a chair in the corner of the room.

She tried to sit up but yelped in surprise at the pain that shot through her back. Her mother woke at her noise and came rushing forward and helping her sit up properly

"Clarke! Sweetie, thank god you're awake!" She said tears streaming down her face as she wrapped Clarke up in a fierce hug.

She returned the hug in kind and asked what had happened. "You've been asleep for almost two weeks. When you fell in that grounder trap you caught your arm on a poisonous plant. Lincoln made you an antidote, but we didn't know if you'd wake up or not." She said, more and more tears coursing down her face. "I'll be right back, I love you so much." She said kissing her forehead before leaving the room.

She'd been asleep for two weeks? It barely felt like ten minutes. What had she missed? Had anything important gone on while she was out? Did anyone else get hurt? Her train of thought was interrupted by Bellamy bolting into the med bay.

"Oh my god, Clarke!" He said rushing forward and pulling her into a bone crushing hug. Well this is certainly a welcome change she thought to herself, returning his hug with as much enthusiasm as she could. She missed him so much and was so happy to be in is arms again.

He pulled back looking at her with such intensity it took her breath away. "I'm in love with you." He said sounding breathless "I love and I'm so sorry if you thought I hated you. I would have never been able to live with myself if you would have died thinking I did. I'm still so pissed that you left, but I'm so fucking happy that you're okay. Please promise you'll never do that again." He said cupping her face in his hands. If she thought the way he looked at her took her breath away she was severely mistaken.

Filled with joy she surged up capturing his lips with her own. He responded immediately and Clarke couldn't contain her smile. "I'm in love with you too." She said after they broke apart "I'm so sorry I left and I promise I'll spend every day trying to make it up to you." The smile that split across his face at her words was nothing short of incredible.

"I'll let you get some rest" he said giving her a quick peck on the lips. "I'll be back tomorrow."

As she watched his retreating figure, she knew that they would do this together.

The End