I Run to You

Chapter 11

Finn Collins climbed into the backseat of the jet black Mercedes, his eyes adjusting to the darkness when a voice spoke.

"What news do you bring?"

"I failed. Something came up, and botched the job. I'll get her back though," Finn answered.

"You know this plan hinges on the girl! The only way to get to him is through her," the voice replied angrily.

"What about his sister," Finn asked.

"No, it has to be HER. If we are going to destroy the Rebel King we have to go straight to the heart of the matter, and his heart lies with Clarke Griffin."

Finn nodded, grabbing the door handle to exit the vehicle.

"Don't fail me, Collins."

"I won't let you down, Cage."

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For the second morning in a row, Clarke woke up in the arms of Bellamy Blake. He was laying on his stomach, his arm thrown across her middle, and his face turned towards her. His hair was sticking up in all directions; unruly curls brushing the back of his neck.

She smiled, tickling his nose with a lock of her hair. A giggle escaped her lips when his face scrunched into an adorable pout. However, his eyes never opened. So, she did it again-this time one of his dark eyes opened, and one brow quirked in question.

"What are you doing, Princess? Can't a man get any sleep around here," he grumbled.

Clarke loved the sound of his voice this early in the morning, all deep and throaty.

"I'm awake," she said in a little singsong tone.

"I can see that, but why am I awake," Bellamy groaned.

"Because I'm awake," Clarke answered with a grin.

Suddenly she found herself tangled in his arms, his dark eyes staring intently into hers. All mirth was gone from his expression as he studied her, and she patiently let him.

"Are you alright," he asked finally.

"I will be," Clarke answered honestly, "I don't know how I feel right now, all I do know is that I can get through anything as long as I've got you."

She felt him place a light kiss on her nose before rolling out of bed, his feet hitting the floor with a thud. He leaned down, laughter once again dancing in his eyes.

"What say I get some crackers and soda, and we sit in the living room and watch one of those sappy chick-flics you love so much," he said with a grin.

Clarke smiled, extending a hand for him to help her up. She wove her arm around his waist, leaning heavily against him as he helped her to the couch. He threw her a blanket, laying the remote in her lap as he moved to the small kitchen.

He was back in no time, a package of saltine crackers in one hand and a bottle of Sprite in the other. She shifted slightly, making room for him as he sat down beside her.

Bellamy ripped open the crackers, laying them on the coffee table next to the now open bottle of Sprite. Then he settled back, one of his arms wrapping around her shoulders while he tugged some of the blanket over he legs.

Clarke stared at him, his eyes glued to the opening credits of The Proposal. She secretly believed that this was his favorite movie because he never protested watching it with her, not even the night of her senior prom.