After Sanctum (The 100)Bellarke fanfic

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  Clarke and Murphy were walking fast. They had to go back their footsteps. They had ran more than Clarke remember. They kept a steady pace and were vigilant on their surroundings, very conscious that people were looking for them. After 10 minutes walking in  silence Murphy decided to break it .

- Why would you think I don't care?

- What?- Clarke asked , she was distracted trying to move faster, while fighting to ignore the pain in her thigh.- are you still with that? Do you think is the right time to talk about this?

- We are in the middle of nowhere just walking and waiting to be attacked. The silence is driving me insane. So can you just answer the question?

- Why would you care? You made it clear that you think I am a selfish bitch that will betrayed everyone, and is okay, you have your reasons. Plus, we never had been exactly close.

- either way I save you from your suicidal attempt on the red sun.- he pointed out.

- you needed help with Bellamy.-she said shrugging.

- that's not...- Murphy started complaining but suddenly stop talking, as well their walking. The sound of bushes moving made them stop. And the scream of  "Get them!" Was their signal to run. Unfortunately with Clarke's leg they didn't get far, plus they were really close.

Clarke felt something strong grabbing her arm, and before she knew it a knife was pointed at her throat while she heard a gun being shot.

- You move, you die - said a male voice next to her ear and made a chill pass through her back from fear.

- Think again -the sound of a gun being recharged called for Clarke's attention . Murphy was holding a gun to a kneeling woman's head , and man's body was on the floor bleeding. - let her go or your girlfriend die as your friend.

- I think we are in the same position, aren't we- said the man that had Clarke. But before Murphy could even think a comeback a new click sounded behind Clarke.

- Like he said think again - a male voice said distracting the man that was holding Clarke, who loose his grab on her a little, and give her the opening she needed. She took impulse and hit the man face with her head, then she took the knife in his hand with one hand while hitting him in the stomach with her elbow. The man bent from the pain although Clarke didn't know if it was from his face, that he was covering with one hand that was soaking red, or his stomach, not that she really care.

- No, we are not in the same position - she said kicking him on his knees to made him fall.

Clarke was breathing heavily and felt dizzy. She was starting to recover herself when someone suddenly hugged her. Someone who's smell and touch she recognized immediately . Bellamy. He had found her.

Bellamy hold her as only him knew how, grabbing and breathing in her hair while she did the same, forgetting the rest of the world existed in each other's arms, being just them , right there and then.

- Okay you two get a room - Said Octavia's voice behind Bellamy. Bellamy grunted annoyed by his sister's comment, but he didn't separated from Clarke an inch, just move his body to made Clarke's head fall on his chest, she wasn't letting go either. He then saw Murphy and Emori kissing while Octavia tie the woman that Murphy was pointing at, and the man that Clarke kicked, who Emori had shot paralyzing darts before, and putting them next to the other two who they had with them.

Bellamy had found Octavia in the woods with Emori thinking that they were Russell's men. They had been looking for everyone after the flare, but at not finding anyone and just the dead body's outside the medical facility they sent Logan for information at the camp, while they kept looking. Then, they were attacked for two of Russell's men, who didn't last long, Octavia knocked them out fast. After tied them up they moved pretty loudly around the woods dragging them, that is when Bellamy heard them and almost shot them. The rest was easy , they followed the trail that the followers were following and they found some drops of black blood. When Bellamy saw the situation, and the knife on Clarke's neck he didn't even think of it, he run and pointed the gun at the guy.

- We are all tired, and we are save , let's go back - Bellamy said to the rest, signaling for then to carry the prisoners, and now focusing on the girl who hadn't let go of him he asked - how are feeling?

But Clarke didn't answer , she just hugged him tighter and stopped fighting the unconsciouses that came back to reclaim her. Bellamy saw this and that she was suddenly had gone white. He didn't think it , he grabbed her knees and carried her.

- Hey Clarke, Clarke wake up - he said worried.
He now was contemplating her injured face, all cover on black dry blood, part of her lip has swollen, and he could feel her wet pants on the side where her wound was.

- I am fine, I can't stay awake much longer - she managed to say- I just need to rest, just.. just don't let go of me okay?- she said before finally closed her eyes and left herself drown in her sleep. She was finally save. She was in Bellamy's arms. There was not place that gave her more security. Not other place that she rather be. She was home. He was her home. Hers and their child. For the first time in that horrifying night she let herself believe everything will be fine.

- Never - He said in a whisper, he leaned to kiss her head, and felt grateful to have her again in his arms. When he started walking to follow the rest he noticed that Clarke had a hand over her belly in a protective manner, as she wanted to shield it. This little gesture made him smile. He then focused on the way back to the camp, as if the world knew they were coming back home, one of the suns started to rise.