Bellarke One-Shots

Perfect Storm

Author's note: this is an AU about when Clarke didn't come in the gates after Bellamy begged her to.

Bellamy's POV.

I watched everyone walk peacefully past the gates and into camp. Well not everyone, tears prickled on the backs of my eyes thinking of those we'd lost. Those I couldn't save. I stopped short of the gate suddenly noticing a certain fiery blonde's presence missing from my side. I turned around and looked searchingly into Clarke's eyes.

"Are you coming in?" I asked worried at the tears growing in her eyes.

"I can't, Bellamy." Clarke said. It was weird, those three words prompted my heart to stop as if suddenly it didn't see the point in beating. I let out the breath stuck in my strained throat. "Every time I look at them, I remember what I had to do to ensure their safety. I remember pulling the lever and I see the innocent men, women, and children as they roll around on the ground with wells and boils sprouting painfully on their bodies, slowly and painfully dying. I just can't come back in, Bellamy. They are a reminder of death and pain." She finally met my eyes and I saw a single tear roll down her cheek.

"What we did, Clarke." I snapped, rather loudly. Startled, she tensed and I slowly moved closer to her, like a dogcatcher cornering it's target. "I pulled the lever too. I'm just as much to blame. And if you need forgiveness, then I'll give that to you. Clarke, you're forgiven. Please come inside." I said giving her everything I had. I couldn't lose her too.

"I'm sorry, Bellamy." Clarke said as I looked down into her beautiful blue eyes. I could lose myself in the icy blue of them. She placed her warm hands on my face and kissed my cheek gently with the softest of lips. I felt my face burning as the electricity of her touch shot through my whole body as if bringing it to life. She held her lips to my cheek for a second too long before reluctantly pulling away. "Goodbye, Bellamy." She said and in the blink of my eye she had vanished into the forest.

I closed my eyes and stood there for a long time as if not moving meant nothing changed. If I never opened my eyes maybe she'd still be there when I did open them. I felt a raindrop on my shoulder first, then on my cheek as it mixed with my tears. Finally, the rain had become so heavy I couldn't even see the forest she had disappeared into.

Clarke was gone. I had lost her, and all I had was the memory of her. The rain reminded me of her. She loved storms, absolutely loved every single thing about them. The calming sound rain made as it dripped lazily from the exhausted clouds. She'd lament about the way the wind violently whipped through her beautiful blonde hair. She cherished catching a glimpse of the strikingly beautiful and destructive lightning bolt, even if only for a second, and the feeling of the thunder rumbling angrily from the ground under her small feet, how distinctly everything smelled after the storm passed. as peace and serenity fell once again.

She would walked outside, almost always, no matter what she was doing and she'd just stand there in the middle of what she called "a perfect storm." She'd smile and laugh and lap it all up like a thirsty dog who'd finally found water. When it was over, she'd stand there and breathe in the smell of the newly washed earth.

I let out a humorless laugh. She was like a storm in that way. I couldn't look away, and every time I saw her, I'd stop what I was doing to look at her, to really look, study every feature and memorize them. I love to talk to her and hear her rare laugh. The way she made me feel, like I wasn't the bad guy or even a bad guy, but like I was someone. I even tried to be better for her. I love her. I am in love with Clarke Griffin and I can't even tell her now because she's gone and I don't even get to have her smell, all I have left is the distinct and unforgettable memory of her, the perfect storm.