The 100: ONESHOTS

S1E10: Sick Days

Bellamy watched as Clarke coughed up more blood in her sleep.

It was torture seeing her like this, her usual blue eyes bloodshot and her confident frame turned to being so she could barely hold herself up.

He himself, wasn't doing too well either, he felt like shit 24/7. He was scared for his life and the others. But seeing as others have recovered, he had a bit of hope he would too.

His throat felt dry again and he knew what was coming. He saw the blood splatter on the ground in front of him as he coughed and felt someone crouch beside him after a few seconds.

For a minute, he thought had finally regained her strength and was somehow better, but that thought came crashing down when he saw it was Murphy.

He hesitated to hand a cup of water to Bellamy but did it otherwise.

Bellamy, seeing as murphy who had tried to kill a little girl, was handing him a cup, denied as soon as he saw what Murphy was trying to do. He acted on instinct and pushed him away letting out a growl afterwards.

Murphy seemed offended by the action and immediately spoke up, obviously annoyed with Bellamy's actions. "Hey, I'm only trying to help."

Bellamy pushed it away again and wiped at his mouth before giving him a glare. "I don't need your help!"

"Here, I'll take care of him." A voice interrupted form in front of them.

Both boys looked up to see the owner of the voice, only to see Clarke. Murphy, knowing not to oblige, got up and left Clarke the cup of water.

She sat, taking a seat beside Bellamy and held the water up for him to drink from. "Here."

He complied, knowing not to argue with Clarke and drank all the water from the cup, not realising how much he needed it till now. "Thanks."

Clarke gave him a weak smile in return and began to rub his back when another fit of coughs shook his body.

He looked up at Clarke as she continued to rub his back. She still looked restless and weak from the sickness and red still rimmed her bright eyes.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, obvious concern in his tone.

Clarke stopped rubbing his back and placed them beside her, only a few centimetres away from his. "Better."

"That's good." Bellamy nodded, looking at the ground in front of him. "Where's my sister?"

Clarke pulled her hand away, and placed them around her knees, before bringing them up to her chest. Obviously reading the situation between them wrong, thinking that maybe they could be friends, she cleared her throat before replying. "She went out, she's getting the antidote from Lincoln."

She felt Bellamy tense beside her and prepared herself for him to lash out and begin to yell at her, but I never came. "When will she be back?"

Clarke breathed out a sigh of relief at the way he kept his calm demeanour. She honestly never knew what to expect with the Blake's, especially Bellamy. One moment you could be having a normal conversation, but once you brought up someone they cared about, it all came crashing down.

But again, she was taken by surprise. That didn't happen, instead Bellamy asked her with a civil nature about how long his sister would be gone for.

"She left a while ago, she should be back soon."

He nodded before they both fell into silence again. There were so many words and apologies that's lingered in between them, but neither dared to break the silence for a long period of time.

"I'm sorry." Bellamy finally broke the silence.

He stared at her, waiting for her reaction, whether it was pure hatred or something else.

Deciding that she wasn't going to be speaking, he clarified what he meant.

"You've been nothing but a good leader... you've protected everyone, including me even after I've been a constant pain in the ass... thank you."

Clarke started at him for a moment, not knowing what to say or do. She was confused as to why he was saying these things.

"Why are you saying this?" She looked at him, finally responding after a long period of time.

"I just thought I owed it to you." He smiled at her, a real smile. Hearing those words come from his mouth gave her the confidence she needed to keep pushing and she was thankful for him.

"I couldn't have done it without you." Clarke smiled at him, touching his arm in a comforting manner.

Bellamy's smile grew bigger as he brought Clarke in for a hug, smiling in the crook of her neck.

"Yeah, me too."

——- one week later

"Clarke," she turned and dropped what she was doing to face the voice. "You're needed in medical."

She grew anxious, wondering who it was this time. She left the tent with Bellamy, trailing behind him. "Who is it?"

He glanced behind him at Clarke before opening his mouth to speak. "Miller, he got shot in the foot while he was on duty, said that Jasper shot him while he was knocked out from Monty's moonshine."

Clarke seemed to visibly relax by that, she slowed her rushed pace down a bit before laughing slightly. "Sounds about right."

Bellamy took another glance behind him, eyebrows raised, before laughing silently to himself.

Clarke entered the dropship where she presumed Miller would be, only to find it empty. She drifted her gaze around the room and still couldn't see any signs that someone was there.

"Bellamy, where's Miller?"

She felt the hairs on her finger rise as a finger trialed up her arm until it reached her neck.

"...Bellamy?" Her breath hitched when she felt him lean down so his mouth was right next to her ear. "...What are... you doing?"

Bellamy's hands went to her waist before turning her around and pulling Clarke so her chest was flush against his.

She was shocked at the sudden action but otherwise gave in. The way Bellamy was making her feel right now gave her no other option but to stay and wait for what he had planned.

Her thoughts were cut off by his lips, flush on hers and moving ever so gently. She expected it to be rough and passionate, anything but gentle, but she much preferred gentle, much preferred it.

She kissed back with the same pressure and wound her hands up to tangle in his curly locks while his hands ran across her waist. His thumbs moved in a circular motion causing her to almost melt right on the spot.

Clarke came to her senses and pulled away after a bit, placing her hands on his chest and pushing their bodies apart.

"Bellamy, what are you doing?" She struggled to keep her breathing under control and tried not to pant.

Bellamy smirked at her before answering her question then pulling her close again.

"Kissing you?"

She looked at him, waiting for him to elaborate while he just smirked at her.

"Now if you wouldn't mind, I would like to do that again."

Bellamy pulled her close again before leaning in and placing his lips on hers carefully, waiting for her to pull away.

When she didn't, he kissed her with more urgency and ran his hands up her back.

Clarke pulled away only for a second to speak, before kissing him again. "I think I'd like if we did this more often."