I Run to You

Chapter 6

            Bellamy was sitting on the couch, his apartment quiet and his thoughts scattered. All he could think about was Clarke's stupid date with the astronomical idiot. Finn could give her things he couldn't, and that bothered him more than he wanted to admit.

He'd just gotten home from the shop twenty minutes ago, thoughts of the blonde weighing heavily on his mind. If he lived to be one hundred he would never forget the way she'd looked at him the night before, her features glowing with surprise in the darkness of her living room.

It was in that moment that he realized that he had to let her go, had to allow her to fall in love with Spacewalker or some other guy to keep her safe- to make her happy because her happiness was what mattered most.

A knock on his door pulled him from his morose thoughts and he rose to answer it, finding his sister standing on the other side. Octavia stepped inside, a knowing look on her pretty face.

"So, what was that about last night?"

"I don't..."

"Don't tell me you don't know because I've seen that look before, and it always means something is going on between you and Clarke," O said with a shake of her head.

Bellamy was about to deny it, but he knew she was right. He sat down beside her on his worn leather couch, staring at the dingy white walls.

"I've been accepted," Clarke squealed, nearly knocking him down as she flew into his arms.

"That's great Princess! Where to?"

"Harvard," she said with a huge smile.

Bellamy's heart sank. That was thousands of miles away! He quickly schooled his features, knowing she would catch the look of hurt if he wasn't quick.

"You'll get to live the dream. I'm happy for you," he told her, trying to convince himself that he meant it.

He watched her leave, practically skipping out of the house to the old jalopy she drove. Then he heard the light footsteps of his sister as she entered the kitchen.

"I guess she told you," Octavia said sadly.

"Yep, and I'm happy for her," he said with what he hoped was a genuine smile.

"You don't look happy Bell. You look like someone just punched you in the gut," O said dramatically.

Bellamy sighed, grabbing the bowl of cereal he'd poured before moving into the living room.

"She deserves this, it's what she's worked half of her life for," he said quietly.

"But..."

"No, but's O. We let her do this, and we don't say a word," he said sternly.

That day at the shop had been one of the longest of his life. He'd been distracted, his movements slow and uncalculated as he stripped the cars of their parts. He was so out of it he didn't notice one of the Sky crew enter the shop, gun in hand.

Bullets were flying in all directions, hitting metal with a ping and a shower of sparks. He dove behind a car, but not fast enough. White, hot pain seared his abdomen. He glanced down to find a long graze, blood seeping through his greasy coveralls.

Soon the shooting stopped, and thankfully no one had called the police. The invader was taken care of, sending a message to his crew and anyone else who dared trespass on Grounder territory.

Bellamy walked home, his truck broken down at the time. He was thankful for the cold and the jacket that concealed the growing red stain. When he finally got home he found Clarke's car was home, so he pushed down the pain and schooled his features.

"Hey Princess," he said as he passed through the living room, her blonde head sticking up on the couch.

"Hey, you're home early," she said.

"We had a little trouble at the shop. Everything's fine though," he said when he saw the worry in her eyes.

"Ok, I'm going to go for a campus tour this weekend. I'll only be gone a few days, and I'm leaving tomorrow bright and early," Clarke said, her gaze boring into his.

"Who's taking you," Bellamy asked, averting his eyes.

"There's a group from school going, so no need to worry Bell," Clarke said with a smile.

"Good, have fun Princess," he said as he made his way to the staircase.

Bellamy trudged to the bathroom, peeling off his bloodstained clothing and grabbing a towel from the rack. He dabbed at the blood on his side with cool water, taping a light bandage over the top before changing his shirt.

He threw the bloody towel and his clothes into the washer, took a few painkillers, and then lay down on his bed. His eyes were glued to the ceiling, and he missed her already.

Clarke was gone for three days, and by the time she got back Bellamy's side was infected. She'd come home and found him in bed, body shivering and teeth rattling. She'd told Octavia that he had the flu, and then refused to go to Harvard.

"I hated it there, Bell. My life is here," Clarke said adamantly.

He'd argued with her, although in his weakened condition it wasn't very convincing.

"You need me Blake, and I need you," she said, her voice softening.

"Bell," Octavia said as his gaze collided with her own, "You zoned out there for a minute. Did you hear anything I was saying?"

"No, sorry. I didn't..." he said shoving the past back where it belonged.

"I was saying that I don't like that Finn guy. Something's off about him, and as much as Clarke claims to like him something is holding her back", O said seriously.

Bellamy's heart soared for a moment, and then he realized that something did feel off about Finn Collins- something he couldn't quite put his finger on. It bothered him, and worried him at the same time.

"I'm not sure about him myself, O. However, if Clarke likes him we'll just have to learn to like him too."

"Ever quick to sacrifice yourself, big brother," Octavia said hollowly.

"Clarke deserves happiness," he said honestly.

"So do you Bellamy, and the way I see it the only time you're truly happy is when you're with her," Octavia raved.

"It's complicated," he murmured.

"That's exactly what she said," she said in exasperation.

"Enough", Bellamy growled.

"Fine, I won't say another word, but hear this Bell- you two will go on searching when what you're looking for is right in front of you," she said as she got up and headed for the door.

Bellamy watched her go, his head falling into his hands. He didn't want to sacrifice his happiness, but Clarke was worth it- she would always be worth it. He leaned back, his eyes roaming to the ceiling and his thoughts consumed with his very blonde best friend.

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Author's Note:

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