Loving the new season of The 100! Hope you enjoy this tidbit, and be sure to let me know what you think! :)
Clarke woke to fingers in her hair. They combed through in a slow, steady rhythm. She squinted in the sunlight as she realized that she was lying against Bellamy's chest.
"This always made Octavia feel better when she was sick. I would bring her holo-images of the earth and tell her stories about people on the Ark." Bellamy's voice was hollow above her. "You were even in a few of them…the Princess of the Ark," he said a little bitterly.
She pushed up and felt his hands drag out of her hair. His eyes stared straight ahead, his hands still suspended mid-air.
"My mother used to do it to me too," he sighed. Shaking his head of the memories he stood up, stuffing the trowel from the night before in his pack. "We should get going, it's almost mid-morning." Brushing off the dirt he began walking away from Clarke.
Clarke scrambled up, "Bellamy, wait!"
Bellamy sighed heavily and turned around, raising his eyebrows in an angry question.
Throwing her arms out, her voice softened, "Don't you think we should talk about what happened? I mean, you just lost your sister; we don't have to rush…" she trailed off.
Bellamy strode up to her face and she could see the tears brimming in his eyes, "Don't tell me what I lost Clarke. And don't tell me we need to talk about it."
Clarke wavered, "I'm sorry—I just thought—"
"You thought wrong. We're not friends Clarke, stop trying to act like we are." He turned and began walking again, "Now come on, the sooner we find your mother the sooner we can be done."
Clarke closed her mouth from the surprise. Hastily picking up her pack she stomped after him. She caught up to him, knocking into his shoulder as she passed, "Don't be such an ass, Bellamy—I was just trying make sure you were okay."
Bellamy's arm swung out to grab her shoulder and pull her back, "Well don't. I don't need your help, Princess. And I don't want it," he said through gritted teeth.
She shrugged her shoulder out of his grasp, "Screw you, Bellamy."
Bellamy snorted, "In your dreams, Princess."
"You're disgusting," she spat.
Bellamy smirked nastily, "And you're blushing."
"Not if you had the last tank of oxygen," she said, trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks.
He rolled his eyes, "In case you haven't noticed, Your Highness, we're not on the Ark anymore. All the oxygen you could want!" he finished sarcastically.
"Perfect, then breathe your oxygen over there, away from me," Clarke could hear the child-like tone in her voice but she couldn't help it—his words had stung.
"Fine with me, Princess," Bellamy distanced himself considerably from Clarke and started out in front of her again.
As they walked, Clarke could feel the anger leaving her, she knew Bellamy was just lashing out because he was so upset over Octavia. But her pride adamantly refused to be the first person to break the thick silence that had amassed between them.
A while later Bellamy was finally ready for a break. His fists were still clenched in frustration though; frustration at Clarke, himself, this whole damn planet, the Grounders…especially the Grounders. His heart weighed heavily in his chest as he thought back to Octavia's last moments and how Clarke hadn't been able to save her.
Why couldn't she have saved her? She was my sister!
He could feel the anger bubbling to the surface again so he took a deep breath and called back to Clarke, "I hear a stream up ahead where we can get some water," he said gruffly, veering off to the left of their path.
A few paces in he realized that there weren't any footsteps to be heard of behind him. In fact, now that he thought about it, he hadn't heard Clarke's evened steps behind him for a while. Running back to the path he realized with a shock that she wasn't with him, and probably hadn't been for some time.
"Clarke? Clarke! This isn't funny, dammit," he called into the trees. After a few more moments, he knew that she wasn't going to answer his shouts.
The sun cast shadows through the trees and he could feel the temperature dropping as nighttime began…Clarke was nowhere to be seen, and Bellamy, for the first time since the day Octavia had been born, was completely alone.