Stranded- A Bellarke Fanfiction (The 100)

Realization

They had gotten to the lighthouse. Bellamy and Clarke had to use their hands to literally shovel snow away from the door.

When they got inside, a cloud of dust formed around them. Clarke coughed loudly.

"Do you think there will be any rations in here?" Bellamy asked.

Clarke coughed again. "I hope so"

They began looking for a light switch. It was pitch dark. Bellamy could hear Clarke's heavy breathing, her lungs acting up from her allergies to dust.

"You ok?" He asked.

"Perfectly fine" Clarke said quickly. She pulled her cloth coat up over her nose and mouth.

She took off her gloves, her hands fumbling around for something. They touched something soft and smooth and she jutted her hand away.

"What the hell?" She whispered.

"That was my face" Bellamy laughed.

Clarke reached out again. Her hands found his shoulders.

"Sorry, it's so dark in here" she said, taking her hands away.

"I know" he whispered. His hands cane up and easily supped her face.

"What?" Clarke said.

She felt something pressed against her lips, realizing it was Bellamy's own lips finding her own. He kissed her with urgency.

He stopped suddenly. And she felt cold air on her lips. His had been so warm.

"I'm sorry" he said. It was eerily silent.

"More" Clarke whispered.

Bellamy took her orders and his lips crashed against hers, searching, longing. His chest pressed against hers until he was pushing her back.

Clarke felt her back come in contact with a wall. Bellamy picked her up, her legs wrapped tightly around her waist. Her hands ran through his raven hair as he kissed her faster. She worked to keep up.

Suddenly Clarke's back hit something and a light went on.

Bellamy set Clarke down and covered his eyes. Clarke covered hers to.

"Damn that light is bright" Bellamy said.

Clarke stepped forward and tripped over a wire, knocking into Bellamy, who quickly caught her.

They stood, wrapped around eachother until their eyes adjusted to the light.

"We should go grab our things before they freeze" Bellamy said.

Clarke nodded. They grabbed their things and brought them into the lower level of the lighthouse. The top layer was to be explored tomorrow. At this point it was pitch dark outside.

Murphy's POV

He had left her behind. He was alone.

Climbing over a small rock, looking out toward a clearing.

This was it. The radiation would come. Allie was always right. The city of light was a haven, but it didn't compare to the view he had.

Everything was covered in white, yet it was still so beautiful. It would all be gone. The radiation would take it away. He'd be left here. His soul. His longing and frustration with everything that had happened.

He'd done it. He'd seen earth. He'd experienced love, sex, rivalry, death. He was ready.

He stepped onto the ledge of this cliff over looking the clearing. He stepped off of it like a diving board. And soared. This was heaven, flying through this air, the cold wind hitting his cheeks.

His body crashed below, and the life was sucked out of him. He died happy.

Kane's POV

Ice nation took over. Abby was hanging onto life by a thread. A thread too small to fit through the eye of a needle.

The doctors wouldn't let him go in and see her if he tried.

Ice nation held him down. Made him watch as they slowly took over everything Kane and his people had worked so hard to achieve.

He knew how it felt now. Watching his people being forced into exile. Ice nation was going to force them out of Arcadia in a few days time, Kane couldn't do a damn thing about it.

In exchange for saving Abby, they were forced to leave. Arcadia would no longer belong to sky crew. It would belong to ice nation trash.

He sobbed into his muddy hands. They held him in a cell. He sat in the corner, his head tucked between his knees.

Even if Abby didn't live, he had already made the deal with Nicklaus.

It was a risk he was willing to take.

A gamble.

Did he play his cards right?