Made my own script for the 1x08 Day Trip so it would accommodate the situation.

Chapter 3:

The morning rays flittered through the flap of her tent in the early hours before anyone was really awake—more so ghost wandering through their shaping society. Her body moved gentle as his hand rested delicately on her shoulder, shaking her awake. He was kneeling by her side. "Princess…" He mumbled lowly, eyes scanning the way her shirt lifted to reveal the small of her back and how her legs were tangled in the orange blanket due to her ironic fetal position. Bellamy moved his hand to rest on the crown of her head, his fingers scratching her scalp in the process. Clarke moaned, twisting her back to look at him. She moved her palm to her face as she stretched. He was captured by her sleepy blue eyes, "I know you want to sleep all day…" and god, you really should. "but you can't." He brushed the loose strands of hair behind her ear.

"What's wrong?" She continued to stretch before she stopped and straightened her body. She sought to pull her shirt down over her back but instead she yanked too hard and revealed her bra. His eyes widened but he couldn't tear his gaze away from her chest. "Bellamy…" She called to him so he could return his attention to her face rather than causing her to blush.

"The sooner we get to the bunker, the sooner we can get back." Bellamy told her as he stood up, offering her his hand for support. She swatted his hands away because she could handle herself. "Make sure you pack plenty of food, plenty of water and if you get tired—"

The blonde snorted because Bellamy Blake cared immensely over her health. "I can take care of myself." She informed him in her typical Clarke tone.

"But you're not just taking care of yourself, are you? You're pregnant with my child and I'm going to make sure you're looked out for from now until you're eighty." What?

"Eighty?" Clarke raised an eyebrow in response, her penetrating eyes scanning his features. "We have a lot to talk about, Bellamy…"

Always the rational one, Bellamy thought before he simply nodded and let her straighten herself. He went to his own tent and grabbed his bag before he moved to the rations area. He nodded to Jasper, searched for Octavia and tried to keep his eyes off Clarke. He wasn't trying to appear completely weak but at the same time, he was weak. Clarke Griffin made him weak. Bellamy was not going to force Clarke into something she did not want but he believed their child needed both parents together. They should try for the sake of the baby—for the sake of themselves.

Clarke straightened her bag on her shoulders, he saw this and smiled at her. Her face was slightly off—most likely because of the stress she was under. Wells and Miller informed the parents of the dead already and Dax was in the communications tent. Bellamy made a mental note to keep Dax away from Clarke—he was a thug and dangerous. He would also tell Atom to keep Dax away from his sister because Atom had an unhealthy obsession with Octavia. He wasn't kissing her anymore but he also wasn't backing off completely. Bellamy didn't like it but he had other things to consider at the moment.

Bellamy watched as Clarke talked to Raven, presumably about Finn. Clarke offered her a comforting hand. He tried not to smile because of her actions. Clarke was going to be an amazing mother. Her reputation would probably be damned because of him, but she was going to be a wonderful mother. The mother of their child. And no one knew about it, yet.

He watched as Clarke decided to avoid Wells and head in his direction. "How are you feeling?" Bellamy asked automatically before he chuckled and looked at her annoyed face. She watched as he stuffed multiple ration packs into his bag. "What, a lot can happen in a day…"

She nodded and they finally departed the camp, launching into one of the most awkward hikes of his life. Clarke wasn't talking and he wasn't either. Awkward, really, because there was so much to talk about. He noticed the light blush spreading to her skin as they passed into the third hour of their torrid trip. Even if winter was approaching, he found himself hot and sweaty because of the length of the trip. Clarke removed her jacket an hour ago, throwing her hair into a messy bun. He found himself wanting to kiss down the nape of her neck like their night. He was her first. She got pregnant her first time ever by him.

"How do you feel about the baby, Clarke?" He asked because he knew that's what she was thinking about, too.

"Having it with you, or having it in general?" She tilted her chin towards him and he felt strangely over observed. He was not sure how he felt with the word it but he was not going to call it out yet. She just found out she was pregnant hours ago, she needed an adjustment period.

He shrugged, "Both."

"We're here." Clarke stopped him and looked at all the ruins. "Split up, cover more ground?" He didn't like the idea for a second but he agreed reluctantly and started scouring the grounds from any sign of the bunker. He was completely distracted with cutting his ax across the brush and thinking about her. He was actually grateful when she called his name, "Bellamy!" It was as if she pronounced every letter in his name, "Over here…I found the door!" He walked over to her quickly, avoiding the dips in the ground. He didn't like how much strength she was putting into opening the door. She could easily strain something. "I think it's rusted shut."

"Watch your foot." He told her, giving her a look when she turned away. He went to smashing the metal with his ax before it finally loosened. "'Kay give me a hand." As if you weren't going to already…

They pulled the door open together and started to walk down the stairs together. He was going to reach a hand out to help her but she would only refuse. "Here." She handed him a light.

"Really think this place hasn't been touched since the war?" Bellamy asked her hesitantly because the place seemed absolutely disgusting just from the entry way.

"A girl can dream. Come on."

Their eyes found a skeleton on the stairs with ragged clothing and he thought her saw her shiver in response. "Hell of a place to die…" Bellamy said to clear up the silence.

Clarke sighed, "So much for living down here. This place is disgusting."

He started to walk ahead of her, looking for any possible threats and supplies. "Damn it, anything left down here is ruined!"

Clarke, being her typical self, started to talk about the war. "They must have distributed most of the supplies before the last bombs went off…" Her fingers were going into bins, searching for things. "Hey, I found blankets!" She sounded a little excited about it but he was looking for more important things for the campers, for them… no, for her.

"Excited about a couple of blankets?"

Clarke frowned, "Well, it's something."

Bellamy sighed, "How about a canteen or a med kit or a decent fucking tent?" He tossed over the barrel in anger, much to her surprise. "Clarke…we're barely surviving and you're pregnant. Blankets are nice and all but come on, they aren't going to keep you alive." Her eyes were focused on something else. He followed her gaze to the guns on the ground, "Oh…holy shit."

…

"I'm terrified." Clarke said as he brought the gun to his shoulder, he looked back at her with furrowed eyebrows. "When you asked me earlier how I felt about being pregnant…I'm scared, Bellamy. I don't know the first thing about being a mom. My mom is great in her own way but her patients were always…we don't need to get into that. I'm just scared…"

"Don't be." He said as if it were that simple. It really wasn't ever going to be that simple. "You have all the specifications for a great mother."

"I hope you're not talking about breast size." She smirked, nearly causing Bellamy to drop the gun. He lowered it just in case she had anymore insane comments to blind side him with. Once more, he found himself drawn to her chest. "Chill out, I was just trying to lighten the mood."

"Odd time to develop a sense of humor, Princess."

Her mind was still on her mother and her words from yesterday. As she looked at Bellamy with a gun near his side, it finally registered. "We're supposed to be worrying about winter, supplies, the Ark…and I'm having a baby in the middle of all the stress."

Bellamy pointed out, "Carrying a baby…you're due in the summer. Plus, you have nothing to worry about."

"Because I'll have it good when the Ark comes down?" Clarke asked with a slight distaste in her voice. He noticed how she crossed her arms over her chest because she was uncomfortable with the conversation.

"Clarke…"

She shook her head, "What do you want to do?"

"What?"

"Well, I assume you have an idea of what you want."

"I…"

She straightened herself, trying to mask her emotions. "My mom wants to fix this. I'm starting to think fixing the situation doesn't involve me having a baby."

"Is that what you want?" He was getting angry with her because of her mother's opinion.

Clarke released a strangled breath, "I'm seventeen."

He clenched his jaw when he responded to her, "I'm twenty-three, are we playing the age game?" His sarcasm was not appreciated. Clarke was trying to have a serious conversation with him and he was letting his emotions get in the way. She didn't know he was twenty-three before, though. That was relevant information.

"You're mad because I'm considering all options?"

He tossed the gun aside with a loud noise, "I'm mad because you're Clarke Griffin 'every life matters' considering abortion because your mommy think it's the best plan for you." He bit his tongue because he could feel the beginnings of a heated argument. "I need some air."

…

Things were happening too fast.

One second, he was going against Dax.

The next Clarke was out there trying to save his ass and she was getting shot at. He slammed Dax into the ground, going for the gun only to get slammed across the face. And then it was adrenaline. It was Clarke falling before him after getting slammed with a gun.

In the stomach or the ribs…

In the stomach or the ribs…

What the hell is going on?

He stabbed Dax in the neck, watching him fall to the ground before he moved over to Clarke. His whimpering, panting Clarke holding her midsection. She reached for him, "You're okay…you're okay…" She whispered before he pulled her into his arms. "Bellamy…" She cried and he knew why—she was scared that Dax caused damage. She didn't want to lose the baby. He picked her up in his arms bridal style, "What if…"

"Shh, Clarke…shhh. Everything's going to be fine." You don't really know that, Bellamy, he told himself. "It's going to be just fine, Princess." He whispers into her hair, completely disregarding the weapons in the bunker and Dax's dead body. He needed to get her to the camp. He needed someone to look at her. He needed her to talk to her mother. "I'm not going anywhere." He told her softly as she continued to cry.

He was going to carry her until they were safely in the drop ship.

He'd be damned if he ever let her go.