Angel (Bellarke one-shot)

Angel

A/N

So I wasn't really writing anything, and I just finished watching The 100, and who doesn't ship Bellarke?? This idea popped into my head, and an hour later this was the result. Not edited, so forgive me of my mistakes. Do me a favour and comment any improvements? Thanks. Modern AU. Enjoy.

Bellamy Blake had known Clarke Griffin for as long as he could remember. He had seen her as Octavia's shadow, lurking behind her since the time they could walk. He remembers watching as she grew up, as she became bolder, more sure of herself. She became a thing of real beauty, something that had disturbed him when he first noticed - because she was his little sisters best friend, and he couldn't think of her that way, it was wrong.

He remembers her first relationship, with Wells, and how happy she was then. He thought that Wells was a bit of a jerk himself, only using Clarke to make himself look more likable, but at the time he convinced himself that he just didn't like the idea of Clarke dating someone - she was only 13 after all, and if Clarke could date, then so could Octavia, and that was a disturbing thought.

After Wells it was Jasper, but only for a short while. They were better off as friends, they decided, and Bellamy agreed. Jasper was far too... childlike. And besides, a few months after they broke up, Jasper came out as gay, and last Bellamy had heard, he was going out with his childhood friend, Monty.

Then there was Finn. Clarke was 16 when they first started going out. They were still together now, almost two and a half years later, and Bellamy had firmly convinced himself that no, he wasn't jealous. Just protective of Clarke, because she was his sister's best friend, and it was natural to feel protective, wasn't it?

Octavia had no idea, of course. She had given up on her brother, and the way he went through girls - first there was Harper, and then there was Keenan, and Mel, and Bree, and Monroe, and, and, and... Most recently was Roma. But Bellamy knew, deep down, that he was just in denial, because he couldn't like Clarke, she was his sister's best friend, and Octavia would never forgive him if he went after her.

But there were some things that Bellamy could never ignore - like the way the Clarke's hair shone in the sun, and the way her blue eyes sparkled when she was happy, and how her laugh sounded like springtime. Bellamy was in deep, alright. But he'd be damned if he ever admitted it.

But when he opened the door that night, and came face to face with a crying Clarke, he was, for the first time in his life, speechless.

"Octavia?" she asked, looking up at him through a haze of tears.

"She's out with mum," he responded automatically, his brain screaming for help, because here was Clarke Griffin, crying on his doorstep, and he had no idea what to do but he had to do something, because something was obviously terribly wrong. The only other time he could remember Clarke crying was when her dad had died. You could say many things about her, but you couldn't deny that she wasn't strong. "Do you wanna come in anyway?"

She nodded, and pushed past him. He closed the door slowly, and when he turned around she was gone. Panic flooded him for a second, before he realised that she'd just gone into the lounge. Shaking his head to clear it, he mentally told himself to get a grip, dammit! Clarke obviously needed someone to talk to. So he walked into the lounge, and sat down next to her.

She was sniffling slightly, and hiccuping, but she still managed to look at him with her usual defiant stare that always made him feel inadequate.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" he asks her.