Well, it’s day six, and I finally finished one of these stories. Actually, I finished two. Oh, yeah! They just need some spit and polish then I’ll get them posted. Soon, I promise. Really… I do.
Day 6: share
Finally. Finally, Bellamy and Clarke get a happy ending. It took six days, but finally something good happened to them. Well, good compared to nearly dying of Ebola. Then again anything would be better than that.
In today’s story–set some time in season one between episodes 10 and 11–Bellamy gets all sappy with Clarke and makes her cry. Which is not his intention at all. He just wanted to share his dinner with her before she keeled over from malnutrition.
So what if he did it in his tent. Alone. And touched her knee. And pushed that stray strand behind her ear. It meant nothing. Nothing! That’s his story, and he’s sticking to it.
Whatever. As long as it gets Clarke to smile. That’s what’s important.
Wow, look! I wrote something fluffy. Or mostly fluffy. It’s fluff-like. Whatever you want to call it, no one was tortured, emotionally crippled, or injured in any way. YAY!
“I didn’t ask for your food.” Her voice quivers, and he thinks she might cry. So not his intention.
“I know you didn’t ask. I know you never would. That’s why I’m offering. Actually, I’m insisting.”
He squats in front of her, fingers tapping her knee. “You do so much for us, Clarke, and we repay you with whining and complaining and making you clean up the mess on your own. You deserve better than that.”
She sucks in a sharp breath. Her hands tremble when she finally picks up the plate.
“It’s time you let someone take of you for a change.”
Aww… Bellamy does care.
For more recaps, check out these posts:
Day 1: survive (warning for mentions of mentions of torture… but no actual torture)
Day 2: redo (warning for completely absurd time travel)
Day 3: sunshine (warning for unintended groping)
Day 4: fear (warning for drunken rambling)
Day 5: inside (warning for half-naked Bellamy)