The 100 Imagines

Hunting (3)

But only a few hours later, she was awoken by shouting outside the dropship.

"You could have gotten her killed Blake! You could have gotten us all killed out there. You're just lucky the rest of the boys came back in one piece with food for us."

"Do you not think I know that Finn? We had to risk our lives to save the lives of many. I had faith in those boys."

"Since when have you ever had faith?" One of the 100 shouted.

"Since Clarke."

This seemed to cause more shouting and Clarke could still hear Bellamy and Finn shouting at each other.

Clarke stumbled out of the bed, grasping onto the side bench to hold her up.

Walking to the door, she grabbed a gun.

Bellamy pushed Finn away from him, pushing him to the ground. He then stepped over Finn, with a shotgun pointed at his head.

"What did you just call Clar-"

The sound of gunfire caused the whole camp to freeze and look towards the dropship.

Clarke stood, leaning against a tree for support to keep her standing, with a gun pointed at the sky.

"Seriously?"

"Clarke you should be insi-"

"Shut it Spacewalker. Everyone get back to work. If I have to stop another one of these between this camp, there will have to be consequences. We need to stick together, not turn on each other."

Without question and without a single glance at Bellamy for confirmation, the whole camp scurried back to work, silently watching Clarke and her next movements.

Bellamy looked down at the floor, a hint of pride running through his veins.

Finn got up, shoving Bellamy out of his way.

"Oh and Finn?"

Finn turned to Clarke, a hopeful look in his eyes.

"Touch Bellamy again, and I will end you."

Gasps spread round the camp quicker than any fire could.

"In a non-criminal way of course."

Without another word, Clarke turned her back as Octavia came to hug her. The girls held each other for a while, their grip tightening on the other.

Seconds later, Finn returned, but with a gun aimed at Clarke's back.

"Clarke!"

At the sound of Murphy's voice, Clarke quickly turned to face Finn, seeing a gun aimed at her. But within seconds, Bellamy grabbed the gun and shoved it into Finn's chest, causing him to fall back with a grunt.

"Need anything Princess?"

"A little medicine for my head would be nice."

"I'll see what I can do."

Clarke smiled before being called back into medical where a small girl needed attending to.

After she had finished stitching up her arm, the door opened, but Clarke was too concentrated on cleaning round the stitches.

"Clarke?" She looked up at the girl as she motioned to something behind her.

"Finn, if that's you pointing another gun at me I swear to go-"

"Relax Princess. It's just me."

"Well me, just hang on two secs and I'll be right with you."

She finished up cleaning the wound and let the girl leave. Clarke turned to face Bellamy.

"How you feeling?"

"Better. My head still hurts though."

Bellamy moved closer, trapping her between him and the desk.

"I thought I lost you Clarke..."

"Yea, well you would have found someone to lead these people with. You would have lived. That's all that matters."

Bellamy placed his hands on either side of her face before replying.

"No. I thought you were dead. Because of me. If you hadn't of made it Clarke, I wouldn't have been able to live with myself."

He sighed as he rested his forehead against Clarke's.

"Hey Bell?"

"Yes Princess?"

"Thank you."

She wrapped her arms around Bellamy's torso and he wound his arms round her as he lifted her slightly off the ground.

"Just don't die, please."