The new Sanctuary

[Clarke Griffin]

Bellamy Blake

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It was rare for Clarke to be able to sleep in, so rare that her body did not agree with that. Usually Clarke spent the mornings checking in on patients or helping prepare what they needed to do in the day. It was only this morning that provided no work, but a bit of rest that she couldn’t take. Things had settled a lot since they had moved to the coast. The Boat people, the local grounders, did not only leave them alone, they traded with them happily, and especially the mechanical, chemical and healing knowledge the remaining of the 100 had. 

Clarke lived in one of the biggest treehouses within the territory of the 100. She lived on the second floor of their clinic as their healer of course. It was better if she could stay close to the patients at night. In the morning it allowed for her to check on them, but since the clinic was empty that day, Clarke got to go outside. She walked onto the balcony around the building to look at the sea. It was such a wonderful place. Had the Grounders not attacked and had Lincoln not managed to warn them, they would not have found this place. They were self sustaining, even the winter was not as cold as where the dropship was. They could even still swim. Fishing kept them alive well. They had fruit and vegetables growing and Clarke and Monty had a herb garden, which Monty sustained mostly. 

From her place on the balcony she could see movement from the ocean. Bellamy just got out of the water after apparently an early morning skin. Even from her place she could see the lines of his body, even the muscles. He was a fine specimen of men, if not the most attractive around. In turn the one nobody could really have. Not that she complained about that. The sight in the morning or whenever he decided to go for a swim, was not unwelcome. Absentmindedly biting her lip, she realized she couldn’t keep staring at her half naked co- leader like that. So she just waved, though even that felt awkward at best.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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THE HELL WE WANT

This was becoming Bellamy's favorite time of day . . . or at least the most peaceful. While the others slept, Bellamy would be up just before the sun rose and go for a run on the beach and a swim in the water. It felt incredible. The sand beneath his feet, the cool water . . . it felt as close to heaven as they could find in this world of hell. But that had changed. They'd managed to make it to where Lincoln had suggested, to the Boat People. And with their resources, in exchange for the Arkers assistance . . . the two groups were peacefully coexisting.

They even managed to build tree houses of sorts, and stable homes. It was really the start of their life here on Earth, and Bellamy just wanted to take advantage for however long this peace would last. He was currently walking along the shores, happening to glance at Clarke's treehouse. With them working so closely together, part of him wanted to ask her to join him one day . . . the other part of him, well, it wasn't that it didn't want to but that it just . . . didn't. The opportunity seemed to provide itself now though for when he looked at the treehouse, there he saw Clarke standing, waving at him.

Bellamy gave a bit of a smile, unsure whether it could be seen at such a distance. He did keep his gaze in that direction, giving a slight shrug of his shoulders as he continued to smile. He then motioned with his head for her to join him, turning it back for a moment so that she could understand the non verbal signal for her to come down. His expression however changed, when he saw someone else approach her from behind. He had to suppress an eyeroll, though he imagined that at this distance, it wouldn't be clearly seen. It was however enough for Bellamy to raise his guard, keeping an eye on her and him to see if he was going to try and get wise. He never trusted the guy with Clarke, and his protective instinct often reacted when seeing him forcing his company onto her.

[Clarke Griffin]

His movements, the movement of muscles beneath the skin that she had was not sure she actually saw, but knew where there, were certainly a sight to wake up to, one she could get used to. This world didn’t have too many pleasantries with survival their main priority these days. And Clarke had to help lead them. On top of it she was their healer and with her knowledge from the Ark she was also helping the Grounders. She was a busy person. And as such she had managed to escape the unpleasant things around Raven and Finn, Jasper and others struck with PTSD and what not for most of the time, unless medicinal knowledge was needed. She had her clinic, her trips, she could really chose who to spend time with and right now, due to what all of them had been through, there were not many people she wanted to spend time with.

Clarke didn’t notice Bellamys change in expression, though. She had just noticed the way he moved to invite her to join him, so she turned around only to bump right against Finn. Finn, the guy who failed to mention his girlfriend, among other things. Things had gotten increasingly weird with him. Sometimes it was almost like he was actively trying to sabotage their leadership, but usually not by disagreeing with Clarke, but with Bellamy, almost directly. One order given by Bell, Finn might do the complete opposite until Clarke backed Bellamys order. And the amount of times he approached both her and Raven, as if… as if his life depended on getting back together with either one of them, giving both of them a clear feeling of how much he just appreciated and loved them. Clarke wished he’d return to normal, but until then, she just wanted to avoid him. He looked at her hopeful, carrying something that might be breakfast, but as Bellamy had just motioned for her to join him, she quickly took the escape route he offered, buying herself a little bit more of peace on this beautiful morning. “Sorry, Bellamy might need me.” 

With that she made her way down to the beach, completely disregarding her state of undress – she wasn’t undressed, she was just wearing short shorts and a tank under a thin robe in which she tended to sleep here – and no shoes, of course. IT felt like she reached Bellamy in record time. “Saved by the Bell.” Clarke announced before her mind could catch up with the glorious sight of sweat and water clinging to the magnificent body. 

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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THE HELL WE WANT

He continued to watch Clarke and Finn, trying to judge from a distance the situation. He knew Clarke could handle herself, but he still didn't like Finn trying to interject himself into the life of two women who were clearly quite tone with his antics. Bellamy slowly turned around, flipping his hair back and continuing his walk on the beach. He wasn't entirely certain if Clarke was going to join him until he saw her approaching. Since she was still fairly far away, he took the opportunity to look over his state of undresss. Not that she was skimpily undressed, but he just wasn't used to seeing her in such attire.

He found his eyes looking over her, knowing that he shouldn't be eying his co leader in this way and was easily able to compose himself when she came in near enough view so that they could clearly see each other's faces. She then made a comment about being saved by the Bell, and Bellamy suppressed an eye roll at that. "Cute," he said sarcastically. Though inwardly, he couldn't deny the amusement of it. The pun of it.

He ran his hand through his hair for a moment, to help move back the dripping strands. "What did Finn want?" He asked, wonderig if it was actually something, though considering she was here . . . it clearly wasn't anything important. Still, he just wanted to be sure. And see her reaction to it. He couldn't help himself. The protective instinct he felt toward women after being raised by one and raising one, was in full effect with Clarke. She was someone he deeply cared about and so, felt that same urge and need to protect her.

[Clarke Griffin]

“He…” That was a good question. It had come to it that Clarke preferred almost anyone’s company over Finns. His behavior, while still trying to win her over, had gone to one that made it so very clear why. He didn’t want to be alone. It wasn’t because he chose either of the girls. This was for him to feel better, not for them as a couple. He really had to take lessons from Bellamy. Clarke couldn’t suppress a small smile at that. Finn hated being compared to Bellamy, because he usually lost. It was for the simple fact that while Bellamy decided with his heart, he used his brain as well and that was a quite clever brain, too. He knew not to disrespect women. He knew when to let them go, when to just hold them. 

“I didn’t stay to find out.” Clarke finally admitted. “If it was about his health he would have stopped me, whined and what not.” He would not have sucked it up, not here. Here nobody had to suck it up, even though she suspected at least one of them did, maybe more at his order. In the end even though Clarke was busy here, she never suffered from too little sleep, there was always at least one evening when it stayed suspiciously quiet and somehow she attributed it to either Bellamy, Octavia or Raven. Maybe the kids did that on their own as well. “And anything else – well you and I both know he’s not exactly the one anyone should listen to when it comes to any political decision. I doubt I have to remind you of the fiasco at the bridge." Though, in a way this new place, their new home, was due to the fiasco at the bridge.

“Are you always up this early, Bell?” Clarke couldn't even tell when she had started to call him Bell. It was new. Maybe it started just yet. Maybe he would hate it. 

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy listened as she answered his question, admitting that she didn't know why exactly Finn had gone to her place. Guy didn't really need a reason it seemed. Bellamy knew Clarke could handle herself with him. Otherwise, he would have stepped in. Men trying to force themselves on women, even just in company, was not something Bellamy would ever condone or be passive about. He had a sister. If he ever saw someone trying to do that to her, he would kick their ass. Bellamy scoffed at the idea of Finn contributing to a political decision, as most of his were rather bad. "Hardly," he answered in regards to needing a reminder about that. "Finn needs to get a clue," he told her. About more than just his dumb ass ideas. When it came to Clarke as well . . . Finn really needed to get a clue.

"Does he do that a lot, sneak into your room like that?" That was a bit unsettling. Bellamy didn't exactly watch Clarke though so was unsure as to whether this was a normal occurance for her: having Finn sneak up behind her like that. She then asked him if he was always up this early. "It's quiet at this time," he answered. The quiet serenity that the beach offered at this time, not to mention watching the sunset and the peace that that granted him too. But he didn't want to get sappy about it.

"The view is great too." Well, that didn't sound too sappy while also revealing part of his reason for being here. "Let's take a walk," he encouraged, starting to step forward, seeing if she would join him. "Since when do you call me Bell?" He asked with a smirk playing on his features, his words a genuine question but also a tease. The only person who really called him that was O . . . but he didn't mind hearing Clarke say it. In fact, she was the only other one who could get away with calling him by this nickname. Octavia and Clarke were the exceptions to many things.

[Clarke Griffin]

“I don’t think that will ever happen. If it would have, it would have by now.” She had been clear about her lack of intentions with him. Her feelings were still complicated, but she was still just hurt by it. If he would try, hard, to make it better, it might work, she might want to be with him, but working on it did not include running after her not accepting no for an answer. Working was actually caring for any of the girls feelings, doing what they needed. Clarke wasn’t sure what Raven needed, but to her it looked a lot like both needed just distance for now. Distance was not something he gave them. 

“It wasn’t the first time. He usually comes into the clinic, though. No matter what kinds of patients I have.” Clarke sighed. He had opened pandoras box with this question, though. Clarke didn’t have many people to talk to about it. She guessed Raven wouldn’t want to here, a lot of her other friends were male or younger, so she couldn’t tell them. She didn’t feel like she could bother them with it. It shouldn’t even be something she should want to talk about. On the Ark it would be so easy to go to someone. Wells, her trusted friend, whose grave she couldn’t visit anymore. Clarke had set up a small kind of shrine or memorial for him, but it just wasn’t the same. “He doesn’t get that he hurt us. He doesn’t get that he hurt us enough for us to not want to play by his weird rules. They got us hurt before.” It wasn’t much, but somehow she just knew Bellamy would understand.

“It is. Better than on the Ark and better than at the dropship, too. I never thought I’d see the ocean, let alone to learn how to swim in it.” Though swimming was a bit over the top. She was bouncing in the water still, floating at best, but not yet really swimming. Clarke followed Bellamy slowly as he asked since when she called him Bell. Clarke still couldn’t exactly tell. She really only just started, nor could she tell why. “I don’t know, I guess it just happened. Maybe I got lazy. Does it bother you? I can stop. Don't know where exactly it came from."

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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He continued to listen to Clarke open up about what happened with Finn. Bellamy and the guy weren't exactly close. There was a constant tension between them and they usually didn't converse unless circumstances forced them to. But that didn't mean that Bellamy condoned all that the guy did. He respected Clarke and Raven . . . and anyone could agree that what Finn had done was wrong. Yet it wasn't Bellamy's business to intervene when it came to those kinds of personal and romantic relationships. "He doesn't get a lot of things," Bellamy stated. Though he was uninvolved, he could see it. Anyone perceptive enough could. "Have you told him all that?" He wondered. He knew Clarke was honest and didn't doubt her capabilities in expressing herself . . . but he wondered if everything had been said, and Finn was still pushing.

"Seems like you gotta be real direct with the guy. Even then, if he's still pushing, maybe talking just isn't gonna cut it." And he needed to be punched. Which, once again, Bellamy wasn't going to underestimate Clarke's ability to pack a good one. She spoke of the view and Bellamy couldn't agree more. "Figured this was something we'd only know through books and art." From what limited forms of both the Ark had. "Experiencing it is so much better. Now that we actually have a chance to." Now that they were able to just live, and not fight for their survival. Perhaps they would have to again, but not right now. Not this morning. Bellamy was just enjoying the waves crashing against his legs, the feel of the sand under his bare feet. He would never take this for granted, which was why he was up every morning at sunrise to fully appreciate it.

"If you haven't seen the sunrise yet, you're missing out," he added on with a bit of a smirk. It was an invitation for her to join him one morning. While this was a time for him to just be alone . . . Clarke was an exception. She -- apart from his sister -- was the only one he wouldn't mind sharing that moment with. Speaking of her being the exception . . . "Doesn't bother me," he assured her. "Octavia is the only other one who calls me it. But I don't mind it from you." The two people he was closest with calling him by a nickname . . . he had no problem with that at all. "So long as I can keep caling you princess," he said teasingly, with the same smirk on his face.

[Clarke Griffin]

“Raven was direct with him. I was direct with him. I told him, when we arrived her that nothing could ever happen between him and me again. How much clearer can I be?” She didn’t know how to be any clearer with Finn. She felt something for him, yes, but he had made this huge mistake. He disrespected both women he had been with and it never made him rethink at least not towards Clarke. Well she knew now she would not go back. She was clear. But he never understood that. For now something else was important: Being here this morning with Bellamy, enjoying their new view, their new home and safety. And the sunrise. Clarke smiled at the taller young man.

“I have seen quite a lot actually. I tend to be up before the sun, Bellamy. I’ve been sleeping in – compared to usually. I get up before the patients normally.” She had to prepare to help them every morning. “The clinic is empty today. Well right now. It probably won’t be all day.” Someone would get hurt, at work, in the water, you name it, it would happen. Or the boat people would come with someone injured they couldn’t treat. They worked out like that. “I love the sunrise, but I think I like the sunset more.” She loved when the days ended and she got quiet moments mostly alone, watching the stars and the ocean. 

“You can. As long as the meaning doesn’t go back to what it used to be.” She used to be a stuck up Alpha princess to him, someone who was so full of privilege and couldn’t hold her own. It had changed to a nice meaning, at least for Bellamy. With Finn the nickname really had gotten bitter. 

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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Clarke spoke of how both women had been direct with Finn, and he still didn't seem to get the hint. "Well like I said, if words aren't working then use actions," he said with a bit of smirk. Really, it seemed like Finn just needed a good punch in the face and Bellamy had the utmost confidence in both Clarke and Raven's ability to deliver a good punch. He still refrained from offering, figuring that if she wanted him to do anything about it, she would ask. Bellamy had never gotten into a physical fight with Finn before.

The closest he had come to it was when Finn shoved him about the radio. It hadn't been until Bellamy pushed him back that Clarke had intervened. She then spoke of how she had indeed seen the sunrise, that she was usually up earlier than this to prepare for the day. It made senes. Her expertise, skills and knowledge in the medical field was essential and now that they had the proper space and ability to tend to people . . . that her was incredibly important role. Or at least part of it anyway.

"Nothing compares to seeing it from the beach," he told her. Sitting on the sand, watching it with only the fresh air surrounding, the gentle crashing of the waves. That, was how one watched the sunrise. In terms of the sunset, Bellamy had less experience with witnessing it. "I don't get to enjoy the sunset as much as I want to," he admitted to her. Usually that transition from evening to night, he was incredibly busy. Either preparing or distributing food, training, scouting, or whatever else may have come up.

"I'll have to make the effort to change that." Because as he had previously acknowledge, he never wanted to take a single day here for granted. his smirk returned as she granted him permission to use the nickname so long as it didn't refer to its initial meaning. He had used her status on the Ark against her, as a means to rally the delinquents to side with him. Wells, Clarke, they had been part of the privileged and Bellamy had used that to make the others disagree with them. But he obviously didn't see her that way anymore. "I think at this point, you should be promoted to Queen," he said teasingly. Murphy had once referred to Bellamy as the king -- when he was hanging him. Not something that he necessarily agreed with, but this conversation was all in good humor of course.

[Clarke Griffin]

“We’re both busy.” It was a simple fact. They were both the leaders. They supported each other and their group. He was a very hands on leader, she was mostly inside the walls as the healer as well, but it was obvious the two of them were still in charge. Their different background made it perfect for them to work together, but not easier. What made it easier was the fact that they actually got along now, that they trusted and liked each other now. That made it easier for the both of them and maybe for the kids. They needed someone or something to look to, some stability, especially the younger ones. And Bellamy was stability for them. Them as a unit was, too, hopefully. 

“Don’t let the grounders hear that.” Clarke stopped. She placed her hand on his chest, forgetting the lack of clothing, so her hand connected with bare chest. Clarke didn’t flinch back. She was comfortable around him that included his lack of shirt, though she blushed ever so slightly. He was hot after all, incredibly hot. But that shouldn’t matter here. They were partners in a different way. She loved contact with him, she shouldn’t blush. But she did. She was just a girl after all. “They already think of you as our king.” Clarke pointed out. The boat people that was. And they thought of her as princess, too, thank to Bellamy. “If you declare me queen they might think we’re married. Do you want that?” Well there could be worse than to present themselves as such a strong unit. If that was diplomatically good.

“Then again it might be exactly what I need to shut Finn up.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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Bellamy didn't miss where her hand was placed. The warmth of it sending a sensation through his body . . . though he showed no sign of it. Despite his state of undress -- apart from what covered his lower region -- it didn't feel uncomfortable or awkward. And it did not seem to be the case for her either as she kept her hand there without any expression of uncertainty or reluctance. It truly showed the level of comfort between them. Her words distracted him from her actions as she spoke of how they already thought of him as their king -- an unwanted title, but it seemed that this kind of monarchy was familiar to the Grounders.

If it allowed them to understand who the 'Sky People's' leaders were, then why not. "Better they think you're my wife than my daughter," he commented, almost teasingly, but with truth. He was older than the other delinquents . . . but not that much older. He'd rather not be presumed to be Clarke's father, though he knew the Grounders were aware of that. Still, princess suggetsed it where as Queen was more fitting for her. Not because of her and Bellamy's relationship, but because he wanted that level of equaility between them.

History showed strong queens in the past. She and himself held that strong authority among their people and princess undermined that in a way if he was to outrank her as queen. Bellamy was fully aware these were just teasing nicknames, but there was a thought process associatd with playfully promoting her to queen. "And hey, if it shuts Finn up then thats an added bonus." If they were titled as king and queen. Though Bellamy imagined it would take a lot more than that to get the guy to back off. "So, can I call you Queen now?" He asked with a slight smirk, this time, the teasing more evident in his voice.

[Clarke Griffin]

“That is true.” Clarke laughed. But she failed to see how they would get the idea she would be his daughter. He was only a bit older. They had not figured out the art of having kids at such a young age. But it was a nice joke, it made her smile slightly, which was good. She was usually too busy to be available for jokes and for the other days there was a party involved and moonshine for when she got to smile. Adding to that the horrors of the dropship were still very fresh in her memory, but it was probably the same for Bellamy. He had suffered from the injuries for a while, in silence, but his voice had been telltale of it. Now they were both healthy and whole, they could relax here – relatively speaking.

But life was easier here. The boat people saw them as allies, as help for them and the delinquents, under their leading, made sure to hold up their end of this peace. They were safer here than anywhere else. “Yes.” Clarke answered playfully rolling her eyes. She gently punched his arm, before moving closer. Clarke wrapped her arms around his middle as they walked. Not long ago it would have been weird for them to touch, but Bellamy was a man that was not afraid to touch and once Clarke discovered it, she found it very comforting to be close to him like she was now, nestled against his strong body, feeling safe and content. 

“So, what are your duties today, Bell, my king?”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

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Bellamy smirked when Clarke playfully punched his arm before wrapping hers around his middle. He moved his arm behind her, wrapping it around her back, the gesture feeling quite casual. They had come a long way since their initial interactions and she was one of the people he was closest to here. She asked him what his duties were today and he gave a slight chuckle at the question, or more so the title used at the end. "The usual. Fishing probably. Octavia was working on some nets the other day. Might be more effective than trying to spear them."

They could catch more than one at a time since several struggled with spearing individual fish -- something that the boat people could do quite flawlessly, but their skills differed. With Octavia's skills as a seamstress, she was excellent and putting the nets together. "Apart from that, same old. Going to check our inventory, see whether we need to gather any more food." Being near the water and having the land at their disposal in this safe area was a true blessing -- after the stressful hunting missions they had before when the threat of the Trikru was constantly surrounding them. "What about you, my queen?" He asked teasingly, with a smile to go along with his tone.

[Clarke Griffin]

“Oh, fishing. Good thing our best hunter has tasked himself with that.” Trust Bellamy as a hunter. He usually cam back with something good or whatever crossed his way. It was extremely rare for him to not find food for them. And that rarity usually included, well, no available food or simply him being injured. Other than that she knew Bellamy would always bring something home. Especially when he stood in the water to spear those little and big fish. He just had this talent. With nets they might save a lot of time and feed themselves a lot more effortlessly.

“The clinic is empty.” Clarke replied. They probably both knew what that usually meant. The clinic was never empty. Either their people or the grounders always had patients to attend to or medicine to make. As it happened right now Clarke thought she might be able to work on some things she had experimented with, hoping they would make their life easier. Others were already trying to make soap, but she, with Monty, was working on practical little things, that usually were overlooked, like calming drinks, smelling salts, everything that was not necessary, but would help them a lot. “You know the clinic never stays empty, my king. Something will happen. So I better go back, too. I bet Finn is gone by now.”

Bellamy Blake