The Librarian (Bellarke Edition)

Chapter 24

Clarke could hear arguing coming through her door, she knew those voices, she stood walking sleepily down the hallway only to find Nyko and some of his men in her apartment, she knew it wasn't over, something like that was not easily ended. Her movement in the hall catching Nyko's attention.

"Clarke, just who we were looking for, and here we were told you weren't home" he smirked looking to Bellamy. Bellamy's eyes locked on her, all she could see was fear.

"You see I got thinking, and the deal really wasn't worth my men thinking I've gone soft, you have to pay for the debt, one way or the other" Nyko stated drawing her attention back to him.

"I don't have that kind of money, I'm a freaken librarian not a CEO" she replied.

"That's what I figured" Nyko replied. She heard the click of a gun sound through the room from behind Nyko. Bellamy moved quickly across the room shoving her in the hallway and standing in the opening to block her from view. Clarke could still see them past him.

"What are you doing?" Clarke asked.

"Don't be a hero B, you could be an asset to our outfit or even Roma's"

"I wouldn't go back to that life, and you will not touch her" Clarke stepped up behind Bellamy, resting her hand on his back.

"Bell, please, don't do this. I'll go with them" she pleaded. She could feel his whole back tense.

"This isn't up for negotiation Clarke, go back in the bedroom, lock the door" he stated through clenched teeth.

"Bellamy, stop, I'm not worth it, just let me through" she pleaded as he blocked her hallway, his feet firmly planted on the ground.

"Bellamy, let her through" Nyko's voice boomed. His guys all shifting around him. Clarke could feel the mood in the room change drastically in seconds.

"I said you aren't taking her" Bellamy replied his voice just as loud. Before she could plead with Nyko a gun shot rang out, deafening the room. Bellamy took a few steps back before leaning on the wall and sliding down slowly with Clarke trying to ease his decent the best she could"

"God no, Bellamy" Clarke whispered as she held on to him, her eyes filling with tears. She climbed over him to look him over, her mind needed to see him, he needed to be okay. Blood was soaking his shirt at a rapid rate. She lifted the shirt, the shot was to his chest. She raised her eyes to his face, his eyes were closed, her hand caressed his cheek before she reached out to his neck, then his wrist. Nothing, no pulse. 'No, no, no, What have I done' her mind was flooded with thoughts. She started shaking him,willing him to open his eyes, her body going into shock, she could hear herself screaming his name, like she was watching the scene unfold in front of her. He needed to wake up, She knew he was gone, but she wouldn't accept it. She felt someone pulling on her, they were going to leave him there and take her with them. She wouldn't leave his side, they would have to shoot her too.

Clarke struggled with whoever had a grip on her, instant panic rushing through her body.

"Clarke, It's me, It's Bellamy, Clarke!, You were dreaming, You are okay Clarke. You are safe, it's me princess, it's Bellamy"

She took a second to regroup, looking around, they were in her room, the light was on. She looked down, Bellamy's strong arms wrapped around her. She sank back in to him, her body convulsing with sobs. He held her tightly lowering his mouth to her ear.

"Shhhh, princess, it's okay, everything is okay, no one is going to hurt you, I won't let anything happen to you" he whispered. As soon as the words left his mouth he felt her tense.

"Bellamy" she started and then paused.

"Yea, I'm right here, what is it?" he said turning her slightly. She wouldn't meet his eyes, he watched her take a deep breath.

"Bellamy, You need to leave" She spoke so quietly it was a miracle he even heard her, as quiet as the statement was, it was earth shattering, he felt like everything was yanked out from under him and he couldn't even find the power to speak. When she stood out of his grasp it was like all the air was returned to his lungs at once.

"Clarke, don't do this, please, just talk to me, don't shut me out" He pleaded with her, she stood frozen at the edge of the bed. He could see her shaking. He reached out to soothe her, just as his hand rested on her arm she yanked it away. She turned her eyes meeting his, she looked a wreck.

"Bellamy, please, don't make this harder then it already is, I'm not shutting you out, I just need some time, I'll send you a text in the morning" He watched her every move, she looked like she was about to fall into pieces at any second.

"Clarke, are you sure this is what you want?" he asked. She could see him blinking back tears, she just nodded in response. He kissed the top of her head.

"I'll talk to you in the morning" he said quietly before heading out. She looked at him, acknowledging she heard him, and gave him a few seconds before making her way to the door and locking up. She turned leaning against the door, her life was a mess and she needed to straighten it out. She slid down the door tears falling at a rapid rate, soaking her shit. She lifted her head looking around the room. She paused, her gaze landing on a picture of her and her friends in Texas. If she was going to straighten her life out, she supposed she should start at that beginning. She let out a deep sigh before heading for the couch and turning on her laptop.

...

Octavia was sure she heard someone moving around her apartment. She grabbed the baseball bat next to the bedroom door and headed down the hall. As she approached the living room she could see her brother in the dimly lit kitchen area opening a beer. She squinted at the clock, '3:00am'

"Doing some early morning drinking?" Octavia asked causing Bellamy to jump slightly.

"Yea, Clarke is trying to work through all this alone, she asked me to leave" he replied. His voice full of emotion, Octavia could feel her heart ache for him.

"C'mon, let's find something to watch" she replied grabbing a few more beers and setting them on the coffee table. She could only imagine the look on Lincoln's face when he come's out for coffee and they are drinking beer. Her brother needed her and if beer was the answer then she might as well join him.

...

Somewhere in Texas, three phones vibrated with a new text message.

768-989-5423: Hey, It's Clarke , I'm coming home, I have somethings to tell you, including an apology so please don't be mad.

Her phone buzzed within seconds.

Wells: I could never be mad, let me know when and where to pick you up.

Monroe: See you when you roll into town.

Maya: Good, I've missed you.