The 100: ONESHOTS

S1E9: Is Peace Worthit

"Finn, it's too dangerous." Bellamy growled. His voice was low as he glared at the boy who was willing risk Clarke's life for the sake of their people.

They weren't even 100 percent sure that this was going to work, yet here he was, trying to get Clarke to make peace with the leader of Trikru.

Bella y turned to face Clarke and blocked out the managing look Finn gave him when he did. "You're not actually thinking about going along with this are you?"

Clarke remained silent, thinking of every scenario that might end up happening. One where she lives and they gain peace with the other tribe, or another one in which Clarke ends up getting attacked and the real war starts between them and the grounders.

Bellamy, not receiving a response from Clarke, turned to face Finn and both boys began trying to reason with each other, trying to convince each other of the opposite thing.

"I have to try..." She eventually said.

Both boys stopped in their bickering and turned to face Clarke.

Finn had an expression of pride written on his face at the fact that Clarke had agreed with him, while Bellamy was in pure disbelief.

Clarke noticed his expression and knew she needed to clear things up. "Finn, could you please leave me and Bellamy alone for a second?"

Finn looked between Clarke and Bellamy, watching them both sceptically before leaving. "Sure."

"Clarke, you can't be serious." Bellamy marched forward, backing Clarke up against the table once Finn was gone.

"Bellamy it has to be done... I need to at least try to bargain peace with them." Her tone quietened down slightly as nervousness took over from their close proximity. She was struggling to even out her breathing as he stood in front of her, barely half a metre between them.

Bellamy seemed completely unbothered but this and was breathing heavily as he raked his fringed through his hair.

"Clarke... you could die." He deadpanned, looking back into her eyes. He was begging now, begging for her not to risk her life like he knew she was more than happy to do for their people.

"I'm willing to risk it." She said, keeping her composure.

Bellamy thought of something to say back to that, there was no way in convincing her not to go, not to attend to the suicide mission.

Something clicked in his brain and he didn't hesitate a second to say it. "Then I'll go."

Clarke looked him in the eyes, her mouth hanging open in shock at her words. "No... no way."

She noticed the way his eyes softened and his shoulders lost their tense state. He was about to come up with some witty answer as to why not when she spoke again.

"I'm going and that's final."

Clarke pushed past him and sat on the bed in the corner of Bellamy's tent. "I'll be fine Bellamy, you just have to trust me."

She looked up at him, he had been silently staring at the ground for the past few seconds after she had made her decision. "Can you do that? Do you trust me?" She whispered.

Bellamy looked up at her question and thought of a way to say his answer carefully.

"I do trust you Clarke... I just don't think I can trust myself..." With that off his chest, he left his own tent heading for the campfire that had more been burning since the sun had gone down.

He sat alone, watching as the flames danced in front of him. He had said it... he had practically told Clarke.

Bellamy wondered whether Clarke knew what he meant when he said he couldn't trust himself. He wondered if she knew that he...

Clarke walked over to where Bellamy was sitting by the fire on his own. Nearly the whole of camp was sleeping, besides from the people who were on watch and a few others.

She watched as he stared at the flames and seemed to be deep in thought. His brows were scrunched together in a way she knew he did when he was stressed or concerned about something.

She went and sat beside him, making sure to leave a reasonable amount of space between them.

What had he meant earlier when he said he didn't trust himself? Did he still think he was a monster and didn't trust himself to protect and lead the 100. She didn't know, but all her thoughts were interrupted by his voice.

"Please don't go... let me." He whispered. Bellamy was much calmer now, he just needed time to breathe and being in the tent earlier was suffocating him.

"Bellamy..." Clarke started, but Bellamy spoke before she could mutter another word.

"Clarke, please... I can't lose you... I don't know what I'd do." He moved closer to her then, placing his hands on her upper arms and staring into her eyes.

"Bellamy, I thought we've been through this... I thought you trusted me enough to know that I'm doing the right thing." Clarke looked away from his pleading gaze, unable to handle the intensity and looked down at her hands.

"Clarke, look at me." He whispered. She looked up and met his eyes, which held so much emotion. "You know I trust you, I just can't trust myself."

He repeated what he said earlier in the tent and Clarke began to get irritated.

"Bellamy, what the hell!" Clarke smacked his hands away from her arms and stood up in front of him. "You've said that twice now! What do you mean you 'don't trust' yourself."

Bellamy stood up in front of Clarke. He grabbed her face and captured her lips in a desperate kiss.

Clarke didn't expect it, but she wasn't mad and she didn't push him away. She kissed him back with the same amount of desperation he gave her and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, bringing him closer.

Bellamy pulled away too soon for Clarke's liking. He looked to the ground and breathed a heavy sigh before gaining the courage to look Clarke in the eyes.

She was confused. About her feelings, about why he had kissed her, what he was meant to prove and just everything.

"Say something, Clarke." Bellamy whimpered. His eyes were sad as Clarke said nothing and before long he was begging to walk away, his head hung low.

"I'm just confused... how was that supposed to answer my question?"

Bellamy stopped in his tracks and turned to face the girl. She was looking him straight in the eye, something she had barely done today.

"Because, Clarke... if you died... I don't know what I would do..." Bellamy paused and swallowed the lump in his throat. Everything was coming out now. "I don't know if I would be able to control my actions."

Clarke reached forward and brought Bellamy into a hug, which he returned. "I'll be okay, don't worry about me." She whispered in his ear.

"I think it's too late for that Clarke..." She pulled away and brought their lips together again.

She pulled away before whispering again. "You could come, if you want."

Bellamy broke the hug and stared at her questioningly. She seemed to notice his gaze because she took one look at him before clarifying what she meant.

"You could be back up, hide in the woods with weapons, just in case... would that make you feel better?"

Bellamy nodded eagerly as Clarke chuckled. "Good, I'm glad that's settled."

She surged forward and kissed him passionately.

Bellamy was surprised at the sudden gesture but brought his arms to rest around her waist, pulling her body closer to his.

"How about one good night before tomorrow?" Clarke smirked.

Bellamy laughed at the new form of Clarke he was seeing but agreed otherwise, picking her up and bringer her to his tent.

"Anything for my princess."