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Amnesia - Bellarke

A/N: New obsession: The show the 100 - more specifically - Bellarke. The Clarke Griffin and Bellamy Blake Duo give me heart vibes. This AU is set in the first season since that's really as far as I've gotten in the show and it's canon divergent. Not really in line with a specific episode just know that they're still at the camp, Finn and Raven are back together, and Clarke hits her head during a daily hunt only to wake up with no memories. Also, this will be from Clarke's point of view. Without further ado... here we GO!

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"Clarke, Clarke are you okay?"

There was a voice. It was deep and grounding, pulling her back into consciousness. She wished it hadn't though. She wished it had left her sleeping peacefully in the darkness because the second she came back into her body Clarke became brutally aware of the pain radiating inside her skull. Not only that, but she could feel her body aching all over as if her bones have been hollowed out and her muscles severed in more ways than they are supposed to be.

She was tired - no - she was exhausted. She felt like she hasn't gotten a good rest in years, but just as she was about to slip back into the dreamless pit of darkness she came from, Clarke heard the voice again.

"No, c'mon, Clarke," The voice rumbled somewhere close to her face. She could feel their hot breath fanning over her like a warm blanket. "Don't fall asleep on me just yet. Stay with me, okay. Can you do that? Can you stay awake for me, Princess?"

Clarke let out a groan of displeasure, not able to form the words but unwilling to let the difficulty of the task go unchallenged. There was a small chuckle. Even in her sluggish state, Clarke found herself smiling at the sound. It reminded her of sunshine.

Finally, Clarke opened her eyes and was greeted by the silhouette of a man, his face temporarily obscured in the blinding rays of the sun. Then, he hunched forward, drawing even closer to her until his face was hovering just above her own.

Now that his head was blocking the sun from her eyes, Clarke was able to properly take in his features and she was suddenly overwhelmed by the color. His hair, his eyes, his skin, all of it, dusted in varying shades of golden brown. He even had freckles painted across his face like tiny stars. Her breath hiccuped as her eyes finally meet with his own intense stare. Clarke was vaguely aware that she was still soaking wet and should otherwise be freezing but she didn't feel that way. She felt as though she was burning up. She couldn't remember the last time someone looked at her with such attentiveness. In fact, she couldn't remember anything at all.

"Wh-Where am I?" She asked. Her voice sounded scratchy and hoarse and her throat burned with the effort. She felt as though she'd just swallowed a whole swimming pool, though, at the moment, she wasn't really sure what a swimming pool was.

"We're at the river. You fell into the water just over there. You didn't tumble very far but you must have hit your head on the way down because you fell unconscious almost as soon as you hit the water. Who knows what would have happened to you if I had been there to help fish you out." He gestured to the cliff across the water, and there was a teasing smirk on his face as he explained it all. At first, Clarke thought he just found the whole situation rather amusing. She wouldn't blame him. It did sound a little ridiculous. But then she noticed the soft expression he gave her after he finished speaking. She could see the relief clearly on his features. He seemed worried, but why? Who was this man? And more importantly... 

"Who - Who am I?" She asked tentatively, hoping that the stranger wouldn't laugh at her.

He didn't. He only frowned, the action drawing deep lines across his face that do nothing to curb his attractiveness - not that she noticed anything like that anyway.