Sleepy

626 22 2
                                    

Just a little one shot on sleepy Clarke

He knew she had been working non-stop lately. It seemed like the injuries just kept getting more and more frequent, he had absolutely no clue why, maybe it was the sudden change from the harsh winter to the beautiful warm spring. One kid after another would come in with a sprained ankle or a concussion ( in which she had to stay up with them for at least 3 - 4 hours), then maybe a huge cut that needed stitches, or a small one that had gotten infected. He couldn't remember the last time he had to send out so many patrols to get seaweed and other medicinal plants. Sometimes, though he would never admit it, he would lead the patrols just to get away from the screams of kids as she set a broken leg or popped back in a dislocated shoulder.

They had all been gathered around the fire, eating a deer he had killed earlier that day, going out on a hunting trip to escape the screams of a young girl as Clarke set her arm. It was as he was looking around the fire that he noticed her. She looked lke she was about to drop dead, huge balck circles under her eyes, and a sluggish, unsteady walk. He watched as she sat down next to Miller, taking her time lowering herself onto the log. Miller turned to her, acting like he wanted to talk to her about something, Clarke nodded tiredly not seeming to be paying that much attention. He saw Finn glancing nervously at her, like he was gonna go talk to her. She noticed also and an even tireder look overcame her face. But Finn also noticed the glare sent his way by Octavia, who had seen the look of apprehension on Clarke's face.

It was about 10 minutes later that he looked over at Clarke again, He didn't know what he expected, but it ceratinly wasn't an out cold Clarke with her head and most of her body wait leaning against a very uncomfortable looking Miller. He could barely keep himself from busting out laughing right then and there. Deciding it was for the best if he relieved Miller of his pillow duty, as he walked over to him, a look of relief spread over Miller's face.

"I'll take it from here," he said.

"Thanks," Miller rsponded. "I didn't know what to do, she just passed out," he finished.

Bellamy laughed. He just couldn't get over the ridiculousness of it, his Princess passed out on Miller's shoulder... Wait a minute... HIs Princess?... Where did that come from? Anyway, he bent down and scooped her up bridal style, not wanting to wake her. Only now did he realize exaclty how tired she must be, to fall asleep on Miller of all people.

He started walking to her tent, she stirred gently in his arms.

"Hhhmmm," she groaned sleepily.

"Hey there sleeping beauty," he said.

"Did you just call me beauty?" she said.

"I don't know, did I?" he smirked.

She was kinda cute whe she was sleepy, if a little random.

"I think so," she replied with a lopsided smile.

Wait, when did he start thinking of her, of ANYONE, as cute?

"Oh, really?"he said.

He set her down on her bed in her tent, watching her bat her lashes sleepily as she stared up at him.

"You're very pretty, Bellamy," Clarke said suddenly.

"Am I now?" he said, quite surprised by her out of the blue statement.

"Very much so, in fact I think I'll call you Pretty Boy now, hhhmmm, or maybe Prince Charming,"

"I think I like Prince Charming the best, Princess," he said, trying to contain his laughter.

"Well, goodnight, Princess."

"Wait, Bellamy, will you stay?"

He debated it for a minute, was it really a good idea to stay? She WAS his co-leader, he couldn't damage that, and yet the way she was looking at him, sleepy, but a hint of hope in her eyes, he knew what his answer would be before he even thought about it.

"Why of course, whatever the Princess needs," he said with a slight devilish, yet somehow softer, more caring smirk.

he layed down next to her, pulling her closer whe he felt her shiver a little.

"Whatever my Princess needs," he said softly as he watched her fall asleep, thinking "I could get used to this" as she curled up against him, now breathing steadily in her sleep, " I really could."

"The 100" Bellarke one - shotsOù les histoires vivent. Découvrez maintenant