Bellarke ((The100))

Bellarke... just read it... 'cos you'll fucking love it.


1. Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own The 100.

Clarke glanced out of a small window in the cramped space. She could practically feel the other people breathing. In, out, in, out. Outside, through red hot flames, she watched as the drop ship hurtled towards Earth. She imagined the bright blue skies she'd heard about. The green leaves flitting through the air, fluttering towards the soft blades of grass in the cool breeze. The things she imagined a million times in her cell back on the Ark. 

She watched as the ground got closer to her, as she got closer to the ground, out the singular pane of thick glass. Clarke felt the gravity consume them as the small metal ship flew towards Earth. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Suddenly it dawned on Clarke. The parachutes. She thought. Although the fact they were heading towards Earth at a dangerous speed without parachutes, it wasn't scary to her at all. She glanced around dreamily and smiled at each terrified face that stared, wide-eyed, back at her.

And, with one final glance out the window, she leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, a relaxed smile plastered on her face. 

Clarke sat up, gasping for air, soaked in sweat. She caught her breath, and glanced around quickly, trying to let her eyes adjust to the darkness that surrounded her. When they finally did, she picked up the relaxed body shapes, resting around her.

They we're okay, they landed safe and sound, nothing to worry about. We're okay. She thought.

Clarke stood and, stepping carefully around the sleeping figures, reached the flap of the tent and stepped into the fresh air of Earth.

Outside, she breathed in and out heavily, loving the scent of the fresh air. No matter how much time Clarke spent on the ground, she didn't think that she would ever not feel ecstatic here. She closed her eyes and let a cool breeze wash over her.


Clarke startled and turned towards the sound of her name, her happiness completely drained out of her when she looked into the face of,

"Wells." She turned away from him, ready to climb back into the tent before he spoke again.

"Clarke, please, just let me-"

Clarke turned back around so suddenly that Wells took a step back. 

"I don't want you here Wells! How much clearer do I have to make that!? I don't want you here! Just leave me alone!"

Wells was clearly shocked at her outburst, but continued speaking, in the calm voice he used when he was feeling threatened or afraid.

"Clarke, please," Clarke heard a hint of desperation enter his voice. "Please don't say that. You know it's not true."

Clarke was fuming now, unable to contain her anger. He could probably see the hatred in her eyes, but she didn't care.

"My dad is dead, Wells! Dead! I was put into confinement! Because of you! Because you were too selfish to keep one secret! One secret, Wells!"

"Clarke, come on, I just-"

"Hey! Jaha! You heard her, leave her the hell alone."

Wells head snaps towards the voice of none other than Bellamy Blake.

"Bellamy," Wells mutters.

Clarke can't help but smile. She's pretty sure she wouldn't have wanted anyone else to "rescue" her.

He glanced at her and returned the smile, before focusing his attention on Wells again.

"Since when is it you're business?" Wells spits out angrily towards the older boy.

"Since you're bothering her, when she clearly doesn't want you around." He smirks cruelly at Wells.

"And what? And you think she'll want you around?" Wells retaliates. 

"Actually," Clarke steps in. "He's a hell of a lot better company than you."

Wells stares at her, wide-eyed. Then he nods solemnly and disappears in the darkness.

Once she's sure he's gone, she turns to Bellamy.

"Thank you." She says, truthfully thankful. She didn't know how she would deal with Wells if he wasn't there.

"No problem, Princess." He smiles, almost sadly. They stare at each other for a second, before she breaks the silence.

"I better get back to bed." She stops halfway through unzipping the tent flap, and turns back to face him.

"And, Bellamy," he looks at her.

"I really am thankful. I don't know what I would've done if you weren't here."

He smiles at her, the grin crawling up his cheeks to his eyes. A real smile. Probably the first one Clarke had seen on Earth. 


Hey! Thanks for reading the first chapter of my story! There will be many more to come so keep reading! Favorite, like, comment, and follow! I'd really appreciate it. Tell me what you thought of the first chapter!


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