The 100 Imagines

Looking out for you.

Jaspar & Monty

Monty sank closer to the floor as he fell into Clarke's arms, his cheek stinging from where Jaspar's fist had been.

"Jaspar, stop!" Clarke shouted, struggling to stay stood up with Monty leaning against her. 

It had only been Clarke and Monty in the dropship, whilst everyone was outside building the fence, when Jaspar had stormed in and started attacking Monty.

"Bellamy! Bell!" Clarke shouted, a strain in her voice. Within seconds, the mop of brown curls burst through the dropship door.

"Hold Jaspar back, please." Clarke spoke as she was trying to protect her friend from Jaspar's punches and frequent kicks, when his aim had failed him and Jaspar punched Clarke in the temple. She fell back onto the cold, metal floor, as Monty lost his balance and fell on top of her, causing another grunt to fall from her lips.

"Hey! Hey, Jaspar stop!" Bellamy shouted, as he ripped Jaspar away and pulled him to the other side of the dropship. "You stay here."

He ran towards Clarke and Monty, grabbing his arm and hauling him up off of Clarke's body, steadying him when he was stood on his feet.

"Get him on the table," Clarke spoke from on the floor.

Bellamy ignored her and went to help her up, but she ripped her hand from his, "Help. Monty." She spoke through gritted teeth. 

So Bellamy helped the broken boy onto the medical table, knowing full well that it wasn't worth helping Clarke first because she would deny being hurt anyway just so she could help Monty.

"Clarke." Bellamy's voice was course as Clarke finally accepted his outstretched arm to help herself up.

"Thanks Bell."

"No worries Princess," Bellamy smirked as she rolled her eyes, but his eyes stopped on the blood on her forehead. "Clarke, you're bleeding." He lifted his fingers to her head, gently looking it over.

"Bellamy, I'm fine, honestly." Clarke whimpered as she slowly broke the contact between them. 

"Jaspar, get over here. Now." Jaspar shot up, realising that Clarke was pissed, and jogged over to the med table. 

"You apologise to Monty right now. You don't leave his side till I tell you to, and you are going to have to explain yourself..."

Bellamy watched on, as Clarke dealt with the matter, perfectly as always. "And you can help clean up Clarke's cut as well. You punched her," he ordered Jaspar, before gliding out of the dropship door.

Clarke was quick to tend to Monty, checking over his body, trying to find any signs of serious injuries.

"It looks like Jaspar's not strong enough to cause too much damage, but you do have some bruising, but you will be sore for a couple of weeks, so light work for you buddy. If you get any serious pain, come back to me and I'll examine you again."