Chapter 9
Disclaimer: I do not own The 100.

Bellamy Point Of View
I raced through the Ark, trying to find a door with my new living quarter numbers. "Clarke!" I burst through the door, eventually finding it. If I hadn't of been a guard cadet, I would have never known where to go.
"Bellamy." Clarke jumped, it was obvious I scared her.
"What's going on?" I demanded unfairly. All I had been told was that I was to take the rest of the day off to move our belongings to our new 'home'.
"You don't know?" She asked incredulously.
I explained to her what I knew, which was very little and then she filled me in on what was happening. "So, Octavia will be released?" I didn't care about anything other than my sister in that moment.
"Yes. She's going to take over your mothers' position as a seamstress. I think they're releasing her tomorrow." Clarke was packing away the books, glancing over her shoulder at me every so often.
"I'll go get the clothes." I suggested.
"Actually, I've already done it all. The books are the last of it. I don't know why we needed both of us off to move, we don't own much. I also set up the other place for your sister, I left her some fresh clothes and made sure fresh linen was put on the bed." Clarke smiled at me and I felt something stir inside. She was so considerate, this gorgeous, vibrant blue-eyed blonde was my wife. But then I remembered, Octavia didn't know I got married to save her. She was going to freak.
"Um. Thanks." I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly, not sure how to thank her properly.

It was still warmer at the new place, but they'd fixed the heating issue at the old one before Octavia took over. There was a screen at this place, it held an archive of movies, most of which I never seen or even heard about.
Clarke and I fell into the easy habit of watching them on the couch together before bed, but majority of the time she'd fall asleep before we reached the end. She was a lot tireder as of lately, I found that I didn't like her feeling so tired. I didn't want her working so hard at the clinic but there was nothing I could do about it. This went on for three whole weeks, every so often O would come and watch a movie with us.
"You do realise that you've got more than you bargained for?" Octavia asked, flipping her brunette hair away from her face.
"What do you mean?" I could feel my face scrunch up at her.
"My big brother is in love. He fell for his wife." I could see the smile spread across her face.
"I don't know I feel O." I shook my head at her, careful not to wake Clarke who was asleep next to me. Her head ad dropped onto my shoulder at some stage and the angle of her neck was going to make it kink if I left her like that for much longer. Carefully, I pulled my shoulder out from under her, holding her head so it didn't fall. I wrapped my arm around her and she leaned into my side. I was very aware of my sisters' eyes on me.
"Well it's obvious you love her, even if you haven't admitted it to yourself yet. Don't be afraid though, you deserve to be happy Bellamy. I'm sorry that you didn't get to choose your wife though." We'd been over this a lot since she was released, Octavia couldn't help but feel guilty.
"Tell me something. If you had to make the same decision I did, what would you have chosen?" I asked, already knowing the answer and so did she. Clarke grunted in her sleep, I could see her face screwing up. "She may be one of the privileged, one of the ones we used to make fun of…but she's something more O. She's a hard worker and she appreciates the smallest of things. She's not the princess I thought she'd be, although that nickname stuck." I laughed a small laugh to myself.
"Mum would be so proud of you." Octavia smiled, and I couldn't help but smile myself. Our conversation died, and we went back to watching some black and white movie.

"Are you okay?" I whispered to Clarke who was unsettle in her sleep.
"I don't feel all that well." She moaned, trying to take deep breaths.
"Let's get you to bed." I went to move but she stopped me.
"If I move, I'm going to be sick." She got out between breaths.
"Let's get you to the bathroom instead. You might feel better after throwing up." I got up, pulling her off the couch and she ran to the bathroom.
"O, you might wanna get home. I don't want you catching whatever Clarke is getting." I messed up her hair before walking into the bathroom to pull Clarke's hair away from her face.

It was a broken night, Clarke was dry-heaving by morning. There was nothing left in her stomach to throw up which caused her a lot of pain. "That's it." I said, changing from my pyjamas. "I'm taking you to medical." I declared, grabbing clothes out of the drawer for her too. "Get changed." I ordered, leaving no room for her to argue with me.

"Clarke, you haven't got a virus." Dr Griffin said, completely emotionless.
"Well what's wrong with her?" I demanded.
"Bellamy, maybe Clarke and I should have a word alone." She suggested.
"No. No I'm not leaving her." I argued. "If she hasn't got a virus, what's wrong with her?"
"You fell right into the council's hands, that's what happened!" Dr Griffin snapped.