A Moment of Peace
A short fanfic in which I let my love for Bellarke and the delinquents get the best of me.
I’m just picturing the scene after Clarke kills Emerson as a silent moment of love and support between the delinquents. Honestly, this is just a lot of fluff about how I hope this scene would have gone if the cameras hadn’t stopped rolling.
Everyone is regaining their breath. As Clarke regains her focus, she realizes everyone is still handcuffed. Clarke crawls over to Emerson’s body and searches for the keys in his pockets. After reaching into a second pocket, she finds them and quickly unlocks everyone from their handcuffs. Once free, they all sit silently, either concentrating on filling their lungs with air or in disbelief having come so close to death again. And Clarke just stares at these people, the people who give her a reason to keep fighting, who she almost lost, who it is suddenly so much more apparent she loves. And tears begin to form in her eyes.
Clarke had freed Bellamy first. After a silent moment between them, he rushed over to Octavia to make sure she was okay. Despite how angry she’s been with him, he needed to make sure that she was okay.
Bellamy resigns when Octavia stands tall, giving him a quick nod. He checks on everyone else, then glances at Clarke, who stands in the center of the room. She is shaking, however slightly, her eyes shifting. Bellamy approaches Clarke, putting a hand on her shoulder. “You okay?”
And Clarke just looks at him, because moments ago he was practically lifeless, and he’s asking her if she’s the one who’s okay. But she nods, willing the tears to go away. But they don’t, so she shuts her eyes tightly, shaking her head. She has to be strong.
Eyes still closed, she feels Bellamy’s arms wrap around her. He leans in close to her ear, whispering, “You’re okay… we’re okay.”
And as much as she tries to hold back, she gives in a little, letting out a small sob against his chest. A moment later, she feels another pair of arms wrapping around her and Bellamy. And another. Soon, she feels completely surrounded. Clarke glances up, eyes a bit puffy, and sees that her friends are actually surrounding her in a group hug. Bellamy sees the confusion on her face as she looks up at him, whose expression is both slightly uncomfortable and slightly amused. He gives her a small smile, which she returns. Then he rests his head on her shoulder once more, letting them settle once more into the quiet.
The group stays like this a few moments longer, a collection of fiercely stubborn young men and women who let the calm after yet another near death experience finally get to them. This moment of peace between them is almost foreign, but it’s the reassurance they need to keep going.