Disclaimer: I do not own The 100 or the characters in it. They are owned by Kass Morgan

Author's Note: Thanks everyone who has Liked, Kudoed, Reviewed, and given given imput on this story. It's almost at a closing but I'm so happy this story has gotten as far as it has. It's all thanks to you all!

Fandoms123: Thanks for getting my ass moving to update I was having a slump but I hope you like this! It's very Bellarke filled

Sey77: I'm glad you liked Murphy but now it's Bellamy's time to step up and do something about his feelings.

Wright: Always love your reviews. I don't think there will be much left in this story but my next story I want to do featuring Clarke and Lincoln as siblings and maybe have Murphy be a close friend? Not sure yet. I hope you like this. I completely agree with your input on Aurora and I added a little thing on how all this info is affected Bellamy's view on his mom.

rebeccaannex3 Thank you so much for your kind review I'm glad you liked the plot it was stuck in my head forever until I finally decided to make it a story! Hope you like this chapter.

XOXOXOX

The next morning, Bellamy woke up tangled in Clarke's tight embrace. Her wild curls tickling his nose but him getting her unique smell in every breath he took. Her tiny head was resting on his chest and he could hear her little snores. He couldn't see her very well but he could tell she had a peaceful look on her face. Maybe she was having a good dream. Was it pathetic of him to hope she was dreaming of him?

Bellamy shakes his head softly so he wouldn't wake her. He really needed to stop acting like a love struck idiot; this was getting a little ridiculous. However, it's hard not to be completely captivated by everything about her. She was so beautiful, inside and out and it kills him to know he could have known this about her a long time ago; but that choice was taken away from both of them. His mother took that from him and a part of him will always resent her for that.

As slowly as he can, he gently gets out of bed, moving her head off his chest and onto her makeshift pillow. He places a fur blanket over her so she won't get cold and will hopefully sleep a little bit longer.

As he walks out of the cabin, he runs his hand through his wild hair in frustration. He really needed to man up and do something about his feelings dilemma! He wanted Clarke. He was confident enough to know he wanted her and would do whatever he could to find out if she felt the same. He knows she liked him at one point, has been protecting him for so long, and is his partner in running things but could it go beyond that? Could she feel something romantic for him?!

He knew he needed to stop acting like a damn pansy. He had a camp to run and he knew he needed to figure all this out before his leadership skills were brought into question. As much as he wanted Clarke, he needed to think of his campers before himself and he couldn't slack on his responsibilities. He knew Clarke respected that about him and he wanted to keep her respect; he's abused her faith in him for too long.

He had about twenty minutes before he had guarding duty, so he tried to think of something he could do for Clarke. He didn't know what he should do, but he really wanted to do something that she would appreciate. Wanted to give her something that showed he cared for her. But what?

He finds himself in front of the drop ship where he sees Octavia and Lincoln at the edge looking through his book. He was pointing things out to his sister and Bellamy could see the pure happiness and wonder on her face. As much as he worried about Octavia, he couldn't deny Lincoln clearly had feelings for her and she was feeling the same. Lincoln was like a stone wall most of the time but when he was by O, his demeanor changed. He was still on full alert, but seemed more at peace. Like she controlled the sun and the moon.

Kind of how he feels when he's around Clarke.

Oh shit, now he knows he has to accept whatever was going to happen between Lincoln and Octavia. To oppose would be completely hypocritical and he wouldn't give his sister the satisfaction of her rubbing it in his face.

He reaches them and he can hear Octavia's light voice get worried when she sees her brother.

"Look Bell we were just..." Octavia tries to explain and Bellamy just hold up his hand and stops her.

"I really don't want or need to know what's going on. I trust you O. I just need to talk to Lincoln in privet." Bellamy interrupts and Lincoln and Octavia look at each other in confusion.

Lincoln stands up straight, his eyes hardening in case Bellamy's words were a false promise. He knows he can take the Sky People's Co leader but he would never kill Octavia's brother. However, harming him was a different case.

Lincoln gives Octavia a warm look and a small goodbye and follows Bellamy to the back of the camp, where the gate was. He could see the gate guard with the once floppy hair. His name was Finn and he looked tired, his guarding shift was almost over, but it was still dangerous for the guards to look so tired to the outside walls. It showed weakness. The camps weakness; he would have to mention that to Bellamy or Clarke when he had the chance.

"What can I do for you Bellamy of the Sky People?" Lincoln asks and Bellamy ran his hand through his hair again.

"Enough with the Sky People stuff. You can just call me Bellamy." Bellamy mutters not looking at him.

Lincoln nods in acceptance and waits for Bellamy to say whatever he needs to say to him. Maybe he was preparing a speech for him to stay away from his sister? He knew whatever he said would be in vain though. Nothing would keep him from Octavia. She was a rare gem; something too precious for words. Nothing in his language or hers could describe her, she was that extraordinary.

"You have a sketchbook. You were just looking at it with O." Bellamy states after a moment of silence and Lincoln nods.

"Yes."

"How do you get one? Or do you have to make it?" Bellamy finally asks and Lincoln finally starts understanding what was going on. This was about Clarke. He knows from Octavia that their other leader was an artist. It would be a very nice gesture to give her such a gift.

"Warriors are given them after their training, but we are also trained how to make our own after the pages have been filled." He explains and Bellamy nods his head.

"Can you...can you teach me?" Bellamy asks hesitantly. He hates that he's doing this but he figured if he swallowed his pride the look on Clarke's face would be worth it.

Lincoln resists the urge to smile.

"I can but it would take awhile and I do not have the power to give you any of my people's supplies needed to make the book. We need to find them ourselves." He explains and Bellamy's eyes look defeated.

Before Bellamy can just tell the older grounder to forget it, a voice breaks their conversation.

"Um guys, I think I can help you with that."

Bellamy and Lincoln look up and see Finn glancing at them sheepishly. He slowly goes down and looks that the two. Damn he knows Bellamy is going to be pissed at him.

"I couldn't help but overhear what you guys were talking about and I may or may not know a place that has...art supplies for the taking." Finn admits and he sees the so leader's eyes narrow.

"And why would this location not be given to the leaders of the camp I wonder?" Bellamy asks him a little harshly making Finn squirm a little. Damn he knew he shouldn't have said anything but Bellamy looked desperate and he wants Mom and Dad of the camp together just as much as anyone. Clarke was a great girl and she brought the best out in Bellamy.

"Maybe because it's a quiet place with a bed to take my girlfriend." He admits and Bellamy can't really blame Spacewalker for wanting privacy but whatever is in that place could be useful to them.

Bellamy moves closer to him and Finn gulps a little.

"If you show me this location and what's in it now, I won't tell Clarke you've been hiding it and you can continue to use it with Raven." He bargains and Finn knows that's the best offer he is ever going to get. Bellamy could give too shits about the bed. Finn didn't have one so he could just keep the one in the location but anything else in there could be useful.

Finn nods.

"I'll take you there myself. There are a lot of art, paper, and shit. Probably some books too. Raven took a pencil when I first took her there but there's a lot more. We just use the bed and candles..." He says embarrassed and Bellamy and Lincoln look at him amused at his embarrassment.

"Too much info Spacewalker. As soon as I'm off duty, we'll go with you. You might want to take Raven there because until we go through everything it'll be off limits for awhile." Bellamy teases and Finn finally relaxes.

"Thanks Blake." Finn says before giving a brief nod to Lincoln.

As soon as Finn leaves Lincoln looks at Bellamy who still looks very nervous.

"Don't look like that while you're on duty; you look distracted and that's a weakness." He advises and Bellamy nods in thanks before going to the spot Finn was previously taking.

"Thanks Lincoln." He says over his shoulder.

Lincoln nods to acceptance. Maybe life with the Sky born wouldn't be as bad as he thought. He already viewed them as allies, but being around them made him see why they viewed each other as family.

XOXOX

That night, after Bellamy got off duty him and Lincoln go into the woods following Finn as he leads them to this small underground room where him and Raven have their little privet sexapades.

It was cluttered with a lot of well used candles, (Bellamy glares at Finn for that because they could have used them) but all in all there was plenty for them to use.

The Ark may or may not join their little camp so they didn't need to know anything of the things they discovered on their own.

"This is good. A lot of this stuff can be used for expanding the camp if and when The Ark comes down." Bellamy says giving Finn an approving look. The idiot may have kept this from them for however long but it can still be useful to them now. And to be fair him and Clarke have that secret spot they told Octavia about in case something bad happens. Yeah it is an old car with nothing in there but he's sure if there was acid fog it could save someone's life but he's too selfish to tell anyone else about it. God forbid something happened, he needed to make sure his sister and Clarke were safe from anyone that could be a danger.

Finn shuffles his weight awkwardly as Lincoln and Bellamy scope the place out. Raven wasn't too thrilled their place was now Bellamy's and the rest of the camp's but Raven and him took full advantage of their last day together while they had off.

Damn did he love that woman.

Lincoln calls Bellamy over where he is holding an old hardcover book.

"This is exactly what you need. The pages are aged but mostly blank due to the ink fading so she can use it for whatever she wants. You can give this to her now while I show you how to make them yourself." Lincoln suggests and hands Bellamy the old blue book.

"Thanks guys." Bellamy mutters to both men in the room.

Lincoln and Finn give each other a quick glance. They both wanted Clarke and Bellamy to be happy. They just hope this works out for them.

XOXOX

After Bellamy makes his way to his new cabin, he sees a small flicker coming from Clarke's room and he knows she is in there. Strange, she usually is the last one to bed at camp since she runs the med bay and those kids of theirs are always getting hurt. Must have been a slow day.

He sits on his bed and opens the book. He wanted to write something in the first page, but he didn't know what. Should he write something himself or quote something. Clarke may not know it but he was a giant book worm. He loved literature and history. Roman history was his favorite of course, but he had a love of shakespeare.

After a couple minutes of deciding, he writes a quote from one of his favorite plays. It may be a bit much, but he wants Clarke to never doubt him and his feelings for her.

"Bell is that you?" He hears her yell and he smiles to himself. He loves when she calls him Bell. He quickly puts the book for her under his pillow before making his way towards her room. He's not sure if he was going to give it to her tonight of wait a little.

He lightly knocks before walking inside. There she was, sitting on her bed, barefoot, her jacket on the edge. She looks amazing.

"What's up princess?" He asks softly and she gives him a small smile. If she were being honest with herself, she missed him today. While he had guarding duty, she had bathroom duty, and when he got off, he disappeared and she was in the med bay. It was weird for them to spend the day without talking to each other. She hopes he doesn't feel weird for spending the night with her. It was purely platonic (on his part) but she can't deny it was the best sleep she's had in a long time. She may or may not have had a very steamy dreaming staring the unfairly gorgeous Bellamy Blake.

"Nothing. Just making a mental list of what I need tomorrow during the wood raid." She explains and motions for him to sit which he does, giving her some room as usual so she isn't "uncomfortable".

"I just wanted to thank you." She says and he looks at her confused before she continues.

"You know...for staying with me last night. It means a lot to me that you're there for me. You make me feel...safe you know." Clarke confesses and she can feel her cheeks turn pink. God she sounded like the many girls on camp that throw themselves at Bellamy every chance they get. It used to make her sting with jealousy that those girls got him even on only a physical level when her and him were constantly fighting when they first arrived.

But, now that she thinks about it, Bellamy hasn't been seen with anyone in awhile and the girls don't hover over him like they used to. Even Roma and she was all over him since they landed. Was Bellamy no longer interested in them?

She mentally shakes the thoughts away. No way. Bellamy can have any girl he wants, it's not like he was waiting for anyone in particular. Definitely not her. Right?!

Bellamy's heart warms at her words. He makes her feel safe. That is one of the best things he's ever heard. Seeing her pink cheeks makes him feel that much better about everything. Maybe she does feel something for him.

He takes her small, delicate hand in his larger calloused one and squeezes tight. She looks into his eyes and resists the urge to shiver. No man should be this handsome.

"You make me feel safe too." He confesses and she smiles and squeezes his hand back.

"I'm glad." She replies before moving closer to him so their shoulders were touching.

They didn't speak at first. Neither of them knew what they should do.

"You're coming with me tomorrow right?" Clarke asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence. Bellamy looks at her and smiles.

"Of course. Then when you're done, we are going to look through this underground room Finn just told me about." He tells her and her eyes go wide.

"What?! When did this happen?" She asks him excitedly. They were really making a life here and she is so happy they are finding places and things they can use to protect their campers.

Bellamy smirks. Screw it, he was doing this now! He couldn't go another night without telling her. He was a love sick pathetic pansy and he was owning it!

"I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. First, I have something to give you." He says before releasing her hand and standing up. She looks at him curiously.

"Close your eyes." He tells her and she looks at him confused. Why did he want her to close her eyes?

"Don't you trust me?" He asks her when she doesn't do it. Clarke nods immediately and closes her eyes tightly. She does trust him, more than he will ever know.

After a couple seconds she hears him return to her room. She holds her breath in anticipation; waiting for him to give her the okay to open her eyes.

Bellamy just looks at her for a moment. She looked amazing as always but there was something about her; eyes closed, feet bouncing up and down impatiently, grin covering her whole face that just made his heart soar. He wanted her all right, but he was now sure his heart needed her as well. He held the book out in front of him so it would be at eye level to her.

"Okay you can open it now." he whispers and she immediately opens her eyes and sees the book with a pencil on top of it. A real book! He was giving her a sketchbook of her own!

Her breath gets caught. How? How did he get this?

"Is this for me?" She asks shyly her hand reaching out trembling a little. It was like she was waiting for the punch line. She was never given such a thing before. It was too rare on the Ark even for the upper stations so she never thought she would get this close to a blank book before, much less own one herself.

Bellamy nods, "Of course. There's no one else I would find this for." He says looking deep into her bright blue eyes. He reaches his arms out further so she can take the book.

She smiles brighter than the sun or any star they saw in space or Earth. She was truly breath taking.

"Wow. I don't know what to say." She admits looking up at him and holding the old book in her lap.

Bellamy bites his lip, it was now or never...

"I...I wrote something inside for you. I thought it was time you needed to know." He mutters scratching the back of his head.

Clarke tilts her head as she looks deep into his eyes.

"What did I need to know?" She has to ask.

"How I feel." He admits and her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. She slowly opens the cover and she sees his neat handwriting.

It was a quote from the Shakespeare play Hamlet. It was the love letter Hamlet writes to Ophelia; one of her favorite quotes in literature.

"Doubt thou the stars are fire,

Doubt that the sun doth move,

Doubt truth to be a liar,

But never doubt I love.

O dear, I am ill at these numbers.

I have not art to reckon my groans,

but that I love thee best, oh, most best, believe it. Adieu.

Thine evermore, most dear lady,

whilst this machine is to him"

Tears gather up in Clarke's eyes when she's finished reading as she looks up to Bellamy who seems to be anxiously waiting for her response.

TBC!

AHHHH DON'T KILL ME!