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So I recently dreamt that I was in a library because it was the musical at my school and two people I know came up and poured cooking trays with soy sauce and french fries onto the table. Then I had to clean it up. Then some girl put a virus on my phone and I was freaking out and then she’s like “gaaaawwwwsh calm down, it was just a joke” and then fixed it. Also someone’s wife turned into random parts of the library.
Prompt: there is deadly sickness traveling through camp while Bellamy is gone on a hunting trip. Clarke ends up catching it and Bellamy comes back from his trip
I want to start off by apologizing to my followers… Life has
been crazy and I haven’t been able to devote a lot of time to writing. I’m
working on a multichapter Bellarke fic and a novel, as well as answering your
prompts and requests. I’m sorry that I haven’t been super on top of the prompt
fills, but I’m going to do my best to get better at it!
I received two prompts on Tumblr that were similar so I decided
to combine them into one fic. So… this is a 1x10 slight AU. Enjoy, my lovelies!
Prompts: There is a deadly sickness traveling through camp
while Bell is gone on a hunting trip. Clarke ends up catching it and Bellamy
comes back from his trip. -anonymous. Season 1 Episode 10, when Clarke falls,
Bellamy is the one to catch her instead of Finn… (Maybe they are already canon
at this point too??) Thank you :)
Don’t Act So Tough, Princess
Bellamy had hated the idea of
leaving the camp in the hands of Clarke and Miller. Not that he didn’t trust
either of them—he did. But Murphy was back, and that fact made him antsy.
Especially considering that both his little sister and Clarke were back at camp with Bellamy’s guys being the only
ones between them and the psychopath that was John Murphy.
But they were running low on
food, so there was no question that Bellamy needed to head the next hunting
party. So here he was, stalking through the woods with five others following
close on his flanks. They had caught site of boar tracks about half a mile back
and were quickly closing in on the herd.
Bellamy’s mind wandered back to
Clarke. They had made amends and decided to work together, make the rules
together. Bellamy would be lying if he said he wasn’t grateful and somewhat
relieved to share the mess of running camp with Clarke at his side. She made
things easier somehow. The hard decisions were still hard, but at least they
were making them together.
The sharp snap of a twig broke
Bellamy’s train of thought, and he signaled for the group to halt. His dark
eyes scanned the mass of green before them for any sign of animal or human that
might be a threat.
It felt as if the entire party
were holding their breaths, waiting for a war cry or an animal to pounce from
the dense flora that covered the forest.
Bellamy’s eyes slowly roved over
the entire expanse before they froze on a dark figure, slumped in the tall
grass. Bellamy signaled for the group to ready their weapons for an attack
before examining the figure more closely.
As soon as the dark, matted fur
of a boar became clear in Bellamy’s vision, he made the signal to attack,
trusting his team to secure the camp’s dinner for tonight.
When the hunting party arrived
back at camp, Bellamy felt his back go rigid with alert. Half of camp was
missing, and the other half were wearing bandanas and rags as makeshift masks
over their mouths.
“Miller,” Bellamy called to his
righthand man as he took in the scene before him. “What’s going on?”
“Half of camp is sick. Some kind
of virus that Murphy brought with him.” Miller shrugged, still half clueless to
“Murphy?” Bellamy clenched his
jaw as the gears in his brain began turning.
“Yeah, I guess the Grounders
decided that biological warfare was the next best thing,” Miller scoffed.
“Guess they were right.”
“Where’s Clarke?” Bellamy asked
without missing a beat. Miller did his best to hide his smirk.
“In the dropship. We’ve been
keeping all the sick quarantined in there so she’s been a trooper taking care
of them all. I don’t know what this thing is, but it spreads like wildfire.
Almost as soon as they touch you, you get infected.” Miller answered.
Bellamy nodded, a feeling of
pride swelling in his chest at Miller’s words. Of course Clarke was tending to
the wounded. Not only was she the closest thing to a healer that they had at
the time, but she was a servant to their people. That was one of the reasons
that Bellamy lo—.
Don’t even think it, Blake.
He mentally scolded himself. He respected Clarke, cared about her wellbeing,
but he didn’t need to be falling completely head over heels for the girl that
had wanted him gone from the moment she laid eyes on him.
“Where’s Octavia?” Bellamy
barked, worry building up in his gut when his eyes didn’t find his sister
Miller suddenly found his boots
very interesting and sighed. “She’s in the dropship. She insisted that Clarke
couldn’t keep up with all of the sick kids on her own so she volunteered to
Bellamy opened his mouth to
reprimand his second-in-command, but Miller beat him to the punch. “We tried to
stop her, but Octavia is… stubborn.”
Bellamy couldn’t help but agree
with that statement. The Blake’s were willful if they were anything, and he
knew that his sister was a force to be reckoned with when she chose to be.
Before he could ask Miller any more
questions, the parachute covering the door of the dropship rustled, and Clarke
walked out, her gray shirt lightly splattered with blood and a rag in her
Bellamy felt the air leave his
lungs as soon as he saw her, telling himself it was only because she looked
tired. But there was something more to it, even if Bellamy didn’t want to admit
it fully just yet.
Clarke wasn’t just tired. There
were red circles surrounding her eyes, her skin was more pale than usual, and
the sheen of sweat that covered her brow drew Bellamy’s attention immediately.
He moved to walk towards her, but
Clarke raised a shaky hand to stop him.
“You don’t want to catch this,
Bellamy.” Clarke rasped, her eyes blinking slowly.
Bellamy’s eyes widened upon
hearing that she was infected too, but he nodded despite the worry eating at
“You got enough food in there?
Water?” He asked eventually, his voice and eyes relaying his worry.
“Yeah,” Clarke sighed, the
corners of her mouth twitching slightly. “Some medicine might be nice.”
Bellamy felt his own lips tug up
in a small smile. “I’ll see what I can do.” It amazed him that Clarke could
crack jokes despite being infected with an unknown virus that may or may not
have a cure.
Clarke gave him a quick smile before
turning to re-enter the ship. However, Bellamy’s next words stopped Clarke in
her tracks and filed her stomach with dread.
“Octavia,” Bellamy called. “You
Bellamy felt his gut clench when
there was no reply from inside the ship. His eyes immediately flashed with indignation
as they collided with Clarke’s drained eyes. She blinked blearily before
Bellamy stalked towards the ship,
but Clarke’s voice stopped him.
“Bellamy, wait,” She called out
before he could get too close. “She’s not here.”
Bellamy deflated, his eyes
flashing with hurt before he clenched his jaw.
“I sent her to see Lincoln.”
Clarke explained breathlessly, every word feeling more strained than the last.
Bellamy ducked his head in
obvious distaste of that particular idea.
Clarke shook her head softly,
hoping that he could see her side of things. “Look, if there’s a cure, he has
it. I didn’t tell you because you were gone, plus I knew you wouldn’t let her
Bellamy’s gaze hardened as he met
Clarke’s eyes, his jaw set. “If anything happens to her, you and me are going
to have problems.”
He promptly turned on his heel
and marched in the opposite direction towards the main gate.
“Bellamy.” He heard Clarke call
behind him, but he ignored it, quickening his steps.
“Bellamy!” He could hear the
pleading tone and the exhaustion in her voice, but he kept walking. He needed
to clear his head before he said something else to Clarke that he would regret
A kid stood stalk still with his
back to Bellamy. This kid was the only thing keeping Bellamy from his solitary
contemplation and the kid needed to move.
“Out of my way.” The older man
ground out between clenched teeth.
Bellamy wasn’t prepared for what
he saw when the boy turned to face him. Blood leaked in two thick trails down
the boy’s face, his eyes bloodshot. Bellamy took a hasty step backwards before
pointing to the dropship.
“Get to the dropship.” Bellamy
ordered, but the boy made no move to go. “Now!”
At the older man’s harsh tone,
the boy stumbled towards the quarantined ship, and Bellamy heard Raven from
over his shoulder.
“Hey, you okay?” She moved to lay
a hand on a girl’s shoulder before the girl collapsed from the virus. As she
fell, she spat blood onto the face of a boy standing beside her.
That’s when the chaos erupted.
Voices rose in panic and kids began jabbing their rifles towards the sick,
urging them into the ship as quickly as possible.
Bellamy searched the crowd to
make sense of the pandemonium but couldn’t. As more kids became more forceful,
Bellamy took action to quell the mob.
“Hey, hey!” He called, waving his
arms in front of a group of kids with their rifles armed and ready. “Calm
Clarke took in the scene of panic before her,
realization and dread coiling in her gut. She turned swiftly on her heel and
stalked into the dropship.
Bellamy jumped in surprise when
the sound of two gunshots rang out through camp. He searched for the source of
the gunshots, fearing the worst—that one of the kids had worked up the nerve to
actually shoot one of the sick. When his gaze reached Clarke, he saw her with a
rifle propped against her hip, fatigue hanging on her body. Despite the obvious
tiredness she was feeling, Clarke walked forward.
“This is exactly what the
Grounders want. Don’t you see that? They don’t have to kill us if we kill each
other…” Clarke was interrupted by a young boy, aiming his rifle at her chest.
“They won’t have to kill us if we
all catch the virus. Get back in the dropship!” He yelled, raising the rifle to
show he wasn’t above using it on her. Before he could, however, Bellamy
snatched the rifle out of the boy’s arms and efficiently butted him in the face
with the stock.
The boy flew back, stumbling as
blood poured from his mouth in crimson waves.
Bellamy and Clarke locked eyes,
an unspoken gratitude hung in the air between them. Bellamy blinked before
“To state the obvious, but your
quarantine isn’t working.” Bellamy murmured, fearing for the entire camp’s welfare
if the virus couldn’t be contained.
Bellamy saw Clarke’s eyes glaze
before rolling to the back of her head. He quickly threw his gun behind him
before racing to catch her to prevent her head from colliding with the hard
ground. Clarke lay unconscious against his chest, her head resting against his
She’s burning up. He
thought to himself before carrying her into the dropship and laying her in an
unoccupied hammock near the back. He gently brushed her hair away from her
face, his thumb trailing across her temple.
He placed the back of his hand
against her forehead and felt his pulse quicken in his veins. He did his best
not to panic at the alarming heat radiating from Clarke’s skin.
He heard the parachute rustle
from over his shoulder and glanced quickly to find his sister standing in the
“O!” He called, urgency filling
Octavia saw the worry on her
brother’s face, and her brow immediately furrowed. She crossed the room filled
with moaning, sick kids before taking in an unconscious Clarke.
“She’s burning up, O. We have to
get her temperature down. We’ve already lost enough kids to this thing. I can’t
lose her, too.” Bellamy would have been embarrassed had anyone else heard how
desperate he sounded, but this was his little sister.
“Okay,” Octavia began, logic
clouding her brain from assisting Clarke with all the sick kids. “The fever
should break in a few hours. I’ll keep a cool cloth on her head, but there
isn’t much else we can do. This thing… we just have to ride it out.”
“Lincoln didn’t have a cure?”
Octavia shook her head quickly.
“No, this thing was designed to mortally weaken, if not to kill. The Grounders
weren’t interested in having a cure around for their enemies to take advantage
Bellamy nodded, accepting his
sister’s words before standing and gently squeezing Clarke’s clammy hand.
“I’ll go get fresh water.” He
muttered before stalking out of the mouth of the ship.
Octavia let out a huff before
turning to the older girl.
“Well,” Octavia arched her brow defiantly.
“If there’s one thing that’s certain, it’s that you, Clarke Griffin, will not
be dying on my watch. The last thing this camp needs right now is a distraught
Bellamy Blake in charge, so you will be living to make sure that doesn’t happen. Alright?” Clarke
laid there, unmoving and unresponsive.
“Good.” Octavia nodded firmly
before getting to work.
Bellamy stomped his way through
the greenery that littered the forest floor on his way to the river, bucket in
Concern for Clarke clouded his
brain and heart, but he needed to focus on the camp as a whole right now.
Logically, he knew that he couldn’t let himself be distraught and distracted by
one person being sick, but he couldn’t help it.
This was Clarke.
He realized in that moment that
he couldn’t do this without her, and the air rushed from his lungs. He was
inspiring and great at stirring up a crowd, but leading on a personal and
rational level… That required his blonde comrade, and he knew that in order to
save camp as a whole, he needed to save Clarke.
As Bellamy reached the rocky bank
of the river, he dropped to his knees and filled the bucket with the swiftly
moving water, his mind sorting through what he needed to do.
Bellamy stood and began hauling
the water back towards camp, determination and dedication replacing the worry
and concern he had been flooded with only moments ago. He was still worried
about Clarke’s health, but keeping things in order among camp would have been
Clarke’s first move, and Bellamy needed to think like Clarke if he was to keep
the peace and order while she was out of commission.
Clarke blinked slowly, her head
feeling surrounded by a dense, gray fog. As she came to, a dark headed person
slowly came into focus.
“Hey,” Octavia smiled softly.
“How ya feeling?”
Clarke groaned softly as she sat
up. “Sore, achy…” She coughed lightly. “Tired.”
“Sounds about right.” Octavia
smirked, and Clarke could see the relief in her eyes.
Clarke’s brain began to go into
medic mode, and a question was on her lips before she could really think about
Octavia saw the gears click in
Clarke’s mind and she rushed to placate the older girl. “We didn’t lose anyone
else while you were out. Luckily, this thing didn’t decide to take any more
Clarke sighed heavily with
relief, closing her eyes briefly. When she opened her eyes again, a second dark
head caught her attention.
Octavia followed Clarke’s line of
sight over her shoulder and saw her brother passed out on a cot. “He’ll be
alright. He’s been in and out of consciousness, but he’ll pull through. His
fever broke about an hour ago, so he should be waking up anytime now.”
Clarke nodded, the rising concern
in her stomach easing slightly.
“He was a real trooper, you know,”
Octavia murmured, sharing a knowing look with Clarke. “He kept going back and
forth between running the camp, making sure everyone was working, maintaining
the quarantine as best he could… and checking on you.”
Octavia chuckled at Clarke’s look
of surprise. “What?” The younger girl scoffed lightly. “Don’t tell me you’re
that dense, Clarke. You’re a fierce leader who can perceive motives in Grounder
tactics, yet you can’t tell when my brother has the hots for you?”
Clarke’s jaw dropped and her eyes
went wide. “Octavia, there is no way that your brother and I…”
Octavia simply arched a brow at
the older girl, effectively silencing her.
“Yeah, you keep telling yourself
that, Clarke,” Octavia muttered as she rose. “See where that leads, but knowing
my big brother, he’ll most likely wait you out until you come to your senses.”
Clarke’s eyes followed Octavia as
she walked to check on Bellamy. Clarke released a breath she hadn’t realized
that she was holding when he began to stir slowly. When he sat up, Clarke was
alarmed to see dried blood from his nostrils and his eyes wide as they searched
the room until his eyes landed on hers.
Clarke gave him a small smile and
he nodded in return, relief evident on his face.
Bellamy stood shakily, his legs
still weak from sickness, and crossed the room to sit beside her hammock.
“How you doin’, Princess?” He
croaked, throat sore from disuse.
Clarke resisted the urge to roll
her eyes. The nickname she had so lovingly
been bestowed was slowly beginning to sound pleasant to her ears. When at first
a term of entitlement and mockery of her privileged status, now was more of a
term of endearment and partnership.
“I’ve seen better days, even down
here.” Clarke joked quietly.
Bellamy huffed a chuckle. “Yeah,
me too. Just be glad you don’t have to run this camp without me, Clarke.”
Clarke felt herself rising to the
bait before she caught the humoring glint in Bellamy’s dark eyes and smirked. “Yeah,
that’d be a catastrophe. Wouldn’t want the Earth to be denied the presence of
“You got that right.” He flashed
her a half-smile.
“I heard you were taking quite
the workload while I was out.” Clarke commented, watching his reaction closely.
Bellamy clenched his jaw and squared
his shoulders. “It was nothing.”
“You don’t have to act so tough,
Bellamy,” Clarke murmured, her blue eyes boring into the side of his face. “It’s
okay to admit that you were worried about the camp.”
Before Bellamy could stop
himself, he replied thoughtlessly. “It wasn’t just camp that I was worried
Clarke’s throat suddenly felt dry
and she tried to swallow several times with no success. Eventually, she cleared
her throat to speak.
“Still, you didn’t need to take
on that much work. The heavy workload probably accelerated the virus spreading
through your body.”
She was relieved when Bellamy
didn’t press the point of camp not being his only concern during the outbreak.
She was just beginning to even entertain the thought of Bellamy as an
attractive individual, let alone liking
him. Plus, they had Grounders to worry about.
There’s always something, isn’t there, Griffin? She thought to herself.
“I’m fine now.” Bellamy smirked
softly, his dark curls falling across his forehead carelessly.
“But it could have been a lot
worse, Bellamy. You should have took it a bit easier.” Clarke insisted, her
medical training coming to the forefront of her reasoning.
“But it wasn’t, Clarke. I’m still
here, and I’ll be an even bigger pain in your butt once I fully recover.”
Bellamy replied jokingly. Clarke pursed her lips thoughtfully.
Bellamy smirked. “Don’t act so
tough, Princess. I can see that you’re still in pain. I’d be lying if I said I
wasn’t, too,” Bellamy visibly winced as he gently stretched in his seat.
Clarke smiled softly. “You may be
“So you finally admit it.” The
playful glint had returned to Bellamy’s eyes, and it was beginning to give
Clarke a light feeling in her stomach.
“I’ve admitted that you’ve been
right before…” Clarke quickly defended.
“Kidding, Princess,” Bellamy
rolled his eyes. “Relax.”
Clarke felt a bright blush race
to her cheeks as she ducked her head.
Bellamy sighed deeply beside her
before standing slowly. “Well, I should go check on the work outside.”
“No!” Clarke shrieked suddenly,
alarming not only Bellamy but also everyone within their immediate proximity. “You
need to rest, just like I do.”
Bellamy’s jaw clenched again and
his gaze travelled to the dropship door.
“I don’t like the idea of doing
nothing either, Bellamy,” Clarke spoke from over his shoulder. “But we have to
think about what’s best for camp, right now. They need us to be at full speed
and soon. We can’t do that if we’re
working ourselves to death, literally.”
Her reason brought him back to
the moment, and he knew she was right. Bellamy sighed before taking his seat
“So, what do we do with all of
this free time that we have to ourselves?” Bellamy arched a brow at the woman
Clarke smiled. “What was your job
on the Ark?”
Bellamy smiled softly, recalling
his life before his mother’s death. He launched into the entire story, his job,
his sister, his mother, his life before it all went south, and Bellamy found
that Clarke Griffin was probably the easiest person on Earth to confide in.
In turn, Clarke told him about
her dad, her guilt, her life before being in solitary, her friendship with
Wells, all of it. Bellamy hung onto every word, fascinated by the revelation
that even the Privileged weren’t above the law—that him and Clarke truly were
equals, in several ways.
As time crept on, they truly
began to understand and know one another, and both were content with the excuse
to simply sit, talk, and enjoy their time together.
Neither one were sure what the
future would hold for them as leaders or the camp as a whole, but by the end of
the night, they knew that they had reached a new level of understanding, a new
agreement as partners, and a new layer to their relationship.
The latter sent a shrill of
excitement through both of their veins, as well as another emotion that seemed
so foreign now—hope.
There it is. I hope this is something along the lines of what you were hoping for nonny! I enjoyed writing it,
even though it took me a crazy amount of time to complete. Let me know what you
guys thought! Thanks for reading!