Close Call

[Clarke Griffin]

“What about his, though?” He was apparently happy in that relationship. And frankly, Clarke saw no better course of action. He might not be the love of her life, but he was there. Maybe there was no love of her life. Maybe the concept just did not exist. For Clarke to be with him was well a perspective. It was a solid perspective, so she held onto it. Her future would be okay this way, not suddenly unpredictable because of who she was with. He was going to be a leader, she was going to be a doctor. They’d have an apartment, would for sure with almost a 100% certainty get the allowance to have a child.

“Wow.” She didn’t think it would have resulted in the girls death. All the more reason to nod to him and offer him a gentle smile. She’d do it again. Clarke stopped, stopping him as well. 

“I won’t say anything about her, I promise. Whoever she is, okay? I know you have little reason to trust me, but I won’t be responsible for that. Whatever I can do to stop her from getting floated or help you, let me know, okay?” She wanted to help, but she didn’t know if it was possible.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

I  won't  let

ANYTHING BAD HAPPEN TO YOU

Bellamy really was no expert in this field, so he didn't know why he was still running his mouth. Truth was, he didn't actually have many conversations like this. He didn't see it as his place and yet, she didn't seem to mind. "Might be only a matter of time before he figures out it's not totally mutual." He was assuming that Wells was really into her . . . something that he could sense from the way he had come up to her, put her arm around her. A protective instinct displayed toward those one loved. She then expressed her surprise, not having realized how serious the circumstances were.

Bellamy was aware that it was a risk, because she could either use that to tell the truth -- not wanting to harbor any sort of secret that could really get her into trouble. Or it could encourage her to keep it to herself. Fortunately, it was the latter and Bellamy continued to feel extreme relief for this. "Thank you," he said once again, unable to say that enough and each time, his voice was filled with sincerity.

"Why are you helping us?" He suddenly asked. He needed to know her reasons . . . if there were any. She was dating the Chancellor's son and her mother was on the council. Yet, she was willing to protect a stranger. These thoughts were in his mind earlier, yet he was now expressing them, hoping they didn't cause offense. He just had to have some sort of idea of where her own head was at when it came to all this . . . apart from clearly being willing and showing herself to have protected Octavia and himself.

[Clarke Griffin]

“Don’t worry about it.” She didn’t like the idea of anyone getting killed, because she couldn’t keep her mouth shut, so she would. While Clarke acted within the regulations – usually – she was well aware of what happened, frequently. People were killed to keep the population at a certain level, even small crimes were punished by death, how could that be right? Clarke remembered a night just watching earth, wondering what it would be to live down there, without the radiation, just free, free of regulations that forced people to kill others. It might never happen, despite them wanting it to happen one day. His question threw her off slightly. Clarke turned to the guard, not sure what her answer to his question could be. 

“Why not?” was what she finally said. Because honestly, why not? Why should she not help them? With this girls life on the balance, why should she not help them. And it was, well her. She wanted to help, she became a doctor because of that. “No offense to your job, or the council, but even the slightest crime is punished by death these days, without a thought at the motivations. I remember, not long ago there was a boy, who stole medicine for his mother, to save her life. She’s dead now. And he’s confined to be floated when he turns eighteen. I don’t think he deserves it.” She didn’t think the people killed to thin out population deserved it either. But the Arc could not sustain too many people, their supplies were extremely limited.


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

I  won't  let

ANYTHING BAD HAPPEN TO YOU

She initially answered his question with 'why not'. Had it been anyone else saying that, he could have accepted this response . . . but this was Clarke Griffin. She was connected to the very people who made these laws, so he wanted to know where her own motivations lay in helping him. He took no offense to her words. He was only on the guard so that he could better protect his family. Their status was . . . well, low. They weren't incredibly privileged so they had to make connections where they could.

He wanted his mother to stop having to do what she did to learn of the surprise inspections. If Bellamy could get that sort of information, then he could help protect Octavia and relieve his mother of the things she felt she had to do. "I heard about that," he said, thinking aloud of the kid who was desperate to help his family. "It's just an excuse for them, to legitimize decreasing the population." Any chance they could get to do it, they would. He knew that his words could be considered treason he supposed, especially being on the guard. But he wanted her to know that he shared similar views as her which . . . was quite the rarity.

 Then again, he had never spoken so openly with someone. Circumstances may have forced him to do so with her, but they certainly weren't causing him to keep doing it. That was something he chose to do -- and felt comfortable doing -- on his own. "And so many people were punished for just simply existing." Innocent children. His sister was an exception because they had protected her, but he couldn't imagine the pain other families had to endure when giving up a child just to preserve oxygen and resources.

[Clarke Griffin]

“They don’t even need to do that in order to legitimize decreasing the population.” Clarke knew too much about the regulations by now. She knew systematic killings were unfortunately perfectly legal, but a very last resort. She hated to know this, but there was nothing else she could do and she didn’t want to mention it. She hated people realizing this. And she hated the truth of what he said. He hated the fact that she could be punished just for doing the right thing. 

“I know. Did you know that in medical there is only so much medicine I am allowed to give a patient. If he doesn’t get better from it, I can’t give him more, even if that upped dosage might save his life. I had to let the patient die, despite the fact that I could save them if I wanted to. And if I dare to choose that persons life over one dosage of medicine… well you get the idea.” They had finally reached Alpha station. Their apartment came into sight, so Clarke stopped. “This is where I live.”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

I  won't  let

ANYTHING BAD HAPPEN TO YOU

She explained that they weren't allowed to surpass a certain amount of medication to a patient who required it. Bellamy slightly shook his head at the very idea of that. These people were so willing to kill their own, rather than do more to protect and save them. It was easier to let them die, but it caused everyone to live in constant fear. And he knew all about that. Fear of discovery. Fear of getting floated. Just like that. Practically everything was punishable by death; utter intolerance. He fell deep in thought over her words when she suddenly stopped walking and stated that this was her place.

He was in the priveleged area; a place he didn't frequent, but made more sense doing so now as being on the guard. Or at least, in training. He found it rather disappointing to be parting ways with her, but then wondered since when he ever felt that way breaking away from someone's company. "Thank you again, Clarke," he told her sincerely, truly unable to say that enough. "Take care of yourself." He paused for a moment, a hint of a smile forming on his features. "Hope you feel better," he added on. With a nod, he turned around and began to walk back to the party . . . one that he hoped would be over soon so that he could check on Octavia. Thanks to Clarke, she was safe. The thought caused him to turn his head back to see if she was standing there or had made it safely inside as he continued to walk forward.

[Clarke Griffin]

“You, too.” As he told her he hoped she’d feel better she wondered if she had been a better actress than she thought she was. Had he not gotten the hint that she didn’t have a headache to begin with? That she was just faking it? Impressive. Or he was just saying it in case someone overheard. So to go with that Clarke pulled out the still full pills and nodded to him. No one watching would be any wiser, they probably would think the guard had given the poor girl just some painkillers and brought her home, which was their story after all. “Bye, Bellamy.” With that she let herself into her parents apartment, where her father greeted her jovially, immediately asking if she was okay, if she enjoyed the masquerade and all.

Clarke cut him short to uphold the story. She made her way to her room. After washing up and changing, she just lay in bed and read a little. To her own surprise the picture of the romantic lead, the hunk saving the poor girl from mutant monkeys, had gotten a new face in her head. Brilliant. Not entirely unexpected. In the morning Wells showed up, worried for her, which in the end caused her mother to rule for her to stay home, because migraine could be dangerous for the patients if she made a mistake. So that morning Clarke had to stay home. She opted for drawing in the living room.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

I  won't  let

ANYTHING BAD HAPPEN TO YOU

Whe Bellamy got back to the party, he was relieved to see that things were wrapping up. He waited until everyone was back home, and the quickly went to his family's quarters. When he entered, he noticed that Octavia wasn't in sight, and then saw the table had been shifted. She was hiding, and he sure as hell didn't blame her. He pulled her out and explained to her what had happened that she was safe. They had just enough time to discuss everything before their mother came home. He couln't tell her. It would just cause unnecessary worry. He went to bed after that, but sleep didn't come easily. He had endangered Octavia today, and nearly lost her -- and inevitably their mother. How could he be so reckless? How could he be so stupid? He had been trying to give her a bit of freedom, but it seemed to be an impossibility in this place. He tossed and turned most of the night, the image of his mother and Octavia getting floated repeatedly appearing whenever he closed his eyes.

He was glad when it was the next morning, now able to properly distract his mind. The first thing he wanted to do was check on Clarke, to thank her yet again for what she did. Had it been anyone else, he would have lost his family. She had saved them, and he owed her everything. He owed her his life. Not being someone of privilege -- unlike her -- he didn't know what he could give her. She most probably had everything or could get whatever she wanted on the Ark. He went for someone that was special to him, whether she would realize it or not. Books weren't always a luxury they had, but the one they did -- the one book that Bellamy owned, was what he would give her. It happened to also be his favorite book, since he tended to read all he could from the resources available on the Ark. This particular book was about Roman Mythology, filled with stories about heroes, mythological creatures and of course, the gods and godesses. He recalled Clarke telling him that she liked to read, so hoped this would be of some interest.

He wrapped it in a spare cloth that he had found to make it look presentable. With that, he left his small apartment, and made his way to Clarke's. He wasn't sure why he felt nervous. What if he had changed her mind? What if she didn't want to see him? Was this too intrusive of him? Normally, he wouldn't care about such things but there was a lot at stake right now. He knocked on the door and it didn't take long before she opened it. "Hey," he greeted. "I just came by to see how you were feeling," he added on a bit tentatively. He didn't know if there was anyone else home, so wanted to keep to their cover story, just in case. Her mom or dad could be there, or hell, the Chancellor's son could be in there. He wanted to be careful . . . he had to be careful.

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke hadn’t expected any visitors at the time. Her parents were working. Wells probably had a lot better things to do as well. She expected to be all alone mostly all day thanks to her mothers orders of her having to stay home in order to not endanger any patients. She understood that of course. Had she really had a migraine, the risk of her vision to go hazy and what not, while working on a patient was too high. Clarke immediately went to the door. Opening it revealed Bellamy. The guard from last night. Somehow she could not help but grin. It was nice of him to visit, despite not needing to. His secret was safe with her. Clarke still moved to the side to let him in, should he want to. 

“I’m feeling good. Come in.” She was glad they could speak in private there, but still, she brought him to her room, where she was more than sure they could be in private, even if her father or mother suddenly came home. They could talk there. And on top of it, Clarke found herself actually happy to see him. Their conversation had been brief, but he obviously made his impression. Once the door was closed after them, she smiled. “You know I never had a migraine, right?” Clarke looked at him, the strong tall man in her white and peach colored room, surrounded by her sketches and belongings. He seemed to be standing out, but in a good way.

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

I  won't  let

ANYTHING BAD HAPPEN TO YOU

Bellamy felt relieved when she smiled upon seeing him, and furthermore when she invited him in. He accepted the invitation, glad he wouldn't have to awkwardly talk to her in the hallway. He silently followed her, quickly realizing that she had led him to her room. His eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in as much as he could about her, learning it from what her room clearly showed. She told him that she didn't actually have a migraine and he smiled as he rested his gaze on her. "I know," he confirmed. He had just been playing along, as it was better to be safe than sorry.

"One can never be too careful though," he added on. Besides, if her mother or father had seen him standing in the doorway, at least his initial question would have immediately given some context to why he was there . . . even if it wasn't the actual reasons. "You're quite the talented artist," he complimented, his eyes going to the sketches that surrounded her room. "How long have you been drawing for?" Her pictures were quite beautiful, a fitting description for the artist herself. There was a calming aura about her room; the colors the pictures . . . it was quite reflective of her personality, as he felt comforted by her, especially in her assurance of keeping a secre that not many -- if any -- would.

[Clarke Griffin]

“I wouldn’t say that.” She brushed it off. For Clarke drawing wasn’t about being recognized as artist. She didn’t think she was particularly good either. So many others were so much better. They could produce portraits that seemed like they were just a damn printer. Clarke couldn’t do that. She was aware of the imperfections in her sketches. At one point they bothered her, but slowly she had learned that those were exactly what made them hers. “I don’t even remember. Probably since forever. There are a few old drawings of mine still in my dads office. Stick figures, nothing more.” But she quite liked them. 

The blonde went to her bed to move the book away and sit down. It would probably be slightly embarrassing to have him see her read this hopelessly romantic book, but it was the perfect distraction from this place. No brain required, just a bit of dreaming. In those books she could be far away from how the Ark worked. “Do you want to sit, Bellamy?” Since she didn’t have many seating options she left them all open for him. She didn’t mind either option for him. “Is… you know who alright?”

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

I  won't  let

ANYTHING BAD HAPPEN TO YOU

Modesty. He probably shouldn't be surprised. She seemed to encompass a lot of endearing traits. "Well I'd say you've come a long way from stick figures," he said with slight teasing though she most certainly had. "They really are amazing," he further commended, meaning the words rather than just saying them to kiss ass. She asked him if he wanted to sit down, seating herself on her bed. He sat next to her, though left a suitable distance between them, not wantng to make her uncomfortable in the slightest. He doubted it was often she brought guys into her room to discuss how she had saved someone's life and in doing so, broke the law. "She's good," he answered with a small smile. "Thanks to you," he added on.

She deserved all the credit for that one and made sure Octavia knew it. He had almost failed in his responsibility of protecting her. Thank God for Clarke. "What you did . . . " He paused for a moment, trying to hold back the emotions from his voice but knowing it was impossible to fully do so when it came to his sister. Especially since he never spoke about her to anyone, apart from his mother. This all felt so strange, and yet, comfortable at the same time.

The latter was due to Clarke being who she was, he knew that much. "I can never repay you for. Nor thank you enough." He owed her his family's life. How did one make up for that? He then reached into his pocket to reveal the book covered in a cloth and handed it to her. He wasn't sure if she would like it or not, but it was all he had to give; it was his most valued possession, and he wanted her to have it. "I wanted to give you this, as a thank you." It probably seemed so lame; a book for his sister's life. Hopefully she wouldn't think him a complete idiot for it. But he supposed he was about to find out.

[Clarke Griffin]

“Couldn’t stay three forever, I’m afraid.” Even though she was pretty sure her parents would have loved that. She was easier to handle at three. Her needs were easier and her wants were easier and a lot of her needs were made up with simple hugs and love. These days she was as complicated as any other teenage girl, if not more so. After all many other teenage girls just wanted a boyfriend and a pleasant life and that was it. She had it all but still wasn’t happy with it all. 

“I didn’t do anything, Bellamy.” And by that she did not mean to downplay that she actually did something to protect the girl, which she was happy for, since otherwise she might have died, she simply meant that to her, it was no effort, nothing to thank her for or mention. To her it was something that had to happen, that she needed to do. She didn’t like the idea of someone being killed while she could change that. 

Clarke turned to him as he gave her something wrapped in cloth. She didn’t know what to say or do, so she mechanically unwrapped it. A book. A book. If she was right he wasn’t a wealthy guy. This was… way too much. She didn’t even think she deserved anything at all for it. If she was correct, he would have tried to protect her as well. Yet she stared at him in awe. “Bellamy… I… I can’t accept that. It must be worth a fortune to you! I can’t. You don’t need to give me anything at all. I liked to help you. You… If you feel like you need to do something then visit me, hang out with me, be friends with me. But I can’t accept something that could potentially feed you and your family for quite a while.” She looked at the book again. It was well read, well loved. She had one book similar to this one.  It must have meant a lot to him. While still holding it out back to him, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek. 

Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Clarke Griffin

I  won't  let

ANYTHING BAD HAPPEN TO YOU

She continued to downplay her actions and Bellamy wasn't having it. She had done so much, yet seemed to think that helping someone out was just something that everyone did. Which, wasn't true at all. People here looked out for themselves, for their own family. But Clarke, she looked out for his too . . . whether she knew it or not. He watched her unwrap the gift and her reaction to it, only strengthened his desire to want her to have it. She understood the value of it, claiming that she couldn't accept it. Even suggesting that if he wanted to repay her, to just hang out with her and spend time with her. Bellamy didn't have many friends; not in the true sense of the word.

He had people he hung out with, but no one that he could truly let in. He couldn't place that risk on Octavia. But Clarke . . . she wasn't someone he felt he had to hang out with to protect Octavia; she was someone that he found himself enjoying the company of. Wanting to hang out with her rather than feeling it as an obligation. He was surprised -- pleasantly so -- when she kissed his cheek. It caused a smile to form on his lips, the softness of her touch -- however brief it was -- providing quite the impact and sensation through his body. "I think hanging out sounds more like a favor to me, than to you," he said teasingly. He imagined she had a ton of friends, a rather fulfilling life. But then again, her words from last night were not forgotten. She seemed to be in certain situations to make other people happy, rather than what made her truly happy.

"I want you to have it, Clarke," he told her with the utmost sincerity. "You had mentioned you liked reading," he continued. "It's one of my favorite books. And I hope you enjoy it." He was clearly not going to be taking it back. "I wouldn't sell it," he added on, knowing that it had a strong monetary worth, but it was sentimental. "I grew up with those stories." He practically had them memorized at this point. "And I want to give them to you." He wanted to share them, but ultimately, give them to her. Whether she wished to keep it or get rid of it was entirely up to her . . . but judging from her reaction, he had a feeling he knew which she would do.

[Clarke Griffin]

“Actually it’s not.” Clarke didn’t know exactly where the admittance came from, but it was true. It was a favor to her as well, if not mainly. “I… not many teenagers here are really interested in hanging out with me. Wells, maybe, but well he’s kind of hindering the whole friends thing.” People, even the privileged people were mindful of him. He held a little too much power. For Clarke it was different as she grew up with him. Had they been in a medieval world, they would have probably been promised to each other since the moment they were born. It left her hollow and numb. So no, Clarke didn’t have many friends and those she had were terribly superficial. He seemed to be different.

He was different. Clarke knew from the way he spoke, that she had lost this little argument. She pulled the book to her chest, holding it close. She’d treasure it, for a very, very long time. It made her even more determined to get to know him better, to be his friend. And she was one of those who would go through with that plan. And she wanted him to have someone to confide in. It seemed like he might need it. Clarke turned to the shelf. She moved things around to place this book centerfold, wanting to show it off to whoever came in. Then she threw her arms around him. “Thank you, Bellamy. I’ll treasure it.”

Bellamy Blake