Mamihlapinatapai -Bellarke Fanfic

Chapter One

This Fan Fiction contains a spoiler from Season 2 Episode 8 if you haven't seen it/don't know what it's about I suggest you watch it first.
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This Story is about how Clarke deals with her loss and how Bellamy comforts her.

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Authors Note: I've been meaning to post this since before Christmas but just never got to it. This will be about 13 ish Chapters so enjoy :)

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"Open the gate!" One of the guards shouted. Clarke didn't even hear it. Her head felt like it was filled with cotton. Unable to respond. She walked toward camp more broken than before. Mentally more than physically.

Ravens cries weren't even heard in Clarkes cloudy head. She then just stopped at the entrance unable to move any closer. By this time Abby had taken Raven from Bellamy. Trying to sooth her in anyway possible right now.

Clarkes cheeks were stained with tears. And her hands, soaked in the former peacekeepers blood.

Bellamy made the first move, by walking to her slowly. He slipped his hand near hers and gently removed the piece of metal that was just submerged in spacewalkers chest.

"Clarke." Bellamy said finally snapping Clarke out of her trance. She opened her mouth ever so slightly but nothing came out. Not even air. He then turned from her. "ALL RIGHT. NOTHING TO SEE HERE NOW BEAT IT." He then moved his hands very slowly to her elbows pulling her slightly.

Her feet started to work again. Bellamy pulled her through the path that was made towards his tent. Once the flap of his tent stopped swaying from the movement he held out his arms and engulfed Clarke in a hug.

"You did what needed to be done." Only then did she start once again let silent tears fall from her eyes. But her arms never left her side. Not wanting to get blood on his jacket. "You saved him from going through a hell of a lot of pain."

He then slowly pulled his arms back but still remained a hold on her arms. "Okay Princess." He paused after that word. She cringed.

That was the last word Finn had spoken to her. "Please don't call me that." She said so quietly Bellamy almost hadn't heard. "Sorry-. Uh Clarke." He said Clarke almost hesitantly.

"Let's go clean you up?" He said and just stared at her expression as she starred off into space.

"We should go to the creek and get out of this camp." He suggested. She just nodded slightly. She couldn't be here with Raven. After what she just did she didn't know if she could ever face her again.

He held the flap of his tent open for her as her frail body slipped past it. People just kept watching. Every step she took, every breath. They were just shocked that The Princess of the 100 killed one of her own.

But what they don't understand is that it has happened before. They will never understand what has happened before. And that's what frustrated the kids from the original 100 here at "camp".