The 100 Imagines

Failure

•Bellamy & Clarke•

Bellamy had tried.

He had tried so hard. Yet he felt like everything he ever did failed. The 100 looked up to Clarke, like she was some sort of Princess. But Bellamy looked at his people and felt every death he had ever caused seep through his veins.

He was a mess. But of course, Bellamy would never show it. Weakness is death.

"Life is more than just surviving. However, the Grounders make that difficult, and surviving is the only thing we need to focus on right now. Because you might not think you are important, but if you die, the person next to you on the fence dies. If you die, we all die."

Bellamy stood back as he and the whole camp watched Clarke as she spoke. After her speech, the camp were ready for anything, cheering her name. The atmosphere almost calming. Clarke knew what to say, when to say it. Yet, the difference with her and everyone else, was that she meant what she said.

After she dismissed the camp back to their jobs, Clarke's eyes searched for Bellamy. She spotted his head of curls walking to the camp gate. Confusion struck her as he had told everyone to stay inside these walls.

Without hesitation she headed for the gate. Her shoulder brushed against Octavia, causing her to stop and grab her by the shoulders.

"Octavia, I need you to run the camp while I'm gone. Everyone takes orders from you. I shouldn't be too long, just make sure everyone carries on working till I get back. Get Jaspar to detain anyone if they disobey you. Can you do that for me?"

Octavia nodded, running towards Jaspar, as Clarke was just in time to see the gate close.

"Bellamy?" She shouted as she ran towards the gate, but got no response. She grabbed a shotgun before running through.

"Bellamy?" She shouted yet again.

"Bellamy where are you?" She repeated to herself.

She spun round, frantically searching for the brown haired, brown eyed boy. Finally, she spotted his body slumped against a tree, his head in his hands.

Wasting no time, she ran to him, falling on her knees at his side.

"Bellamy?" She placed a hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump under her touch. "Bellamy. Look at me, please?"

Bellamy slowly lifted his head from his hands, revealing his weakened state to Clarke.

She gently lifted her thumbs to his cheeks, carefully wiping away his tears.

"Oh Bell... What's wrong? Why are you out here without a gun, alone?"

He searched Clarke's eyes, unsure whether he should tell her or not.

"Please Bellamy."

Bellamy lifted his hand to cover Clarke's that still rested on his cheek, rubbing his thumb against her smooth skin.

"I just needed some time. I'm ok Clarke."

"Bellamy. You literally ran out of camp and I find you sat out here crying. Spare me the bulls-."

"I fail at everything," he interrupted, "I can never do anything without someone dying anymore Clarke. What if next time it's O? I've spent my whole life protecting her, but what if I'm the thing that kills her?"

"Why didn't you talk to me Bellamy? I could have helped you."

She pulls him into her arms, placing a hand in his hair, holding him closer to her.

"What do you need Bellamy?"

"Why are you helping me? I'm a monster Clarke." His voice was muffled by Clarke's chest, yet she still heard him.

"You did what you had to do to protect your sister. That's who you are Bellamy, not a monster. So, what do you need?"

Bellamy lifted his head to look at Clarke, as he tightened his grip around her body.

"You."