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The Secrets We Don't Keep 4a/? 
22nd-Jul-2014 09:33 pm

Title: The Secrets We Don't Keep
Pairing: Clarke Griffin/Bellamy Blake
Fandom: The 100
Rating: K+/T
Disclaimer: Don't own the 100
Summary: The one in which Clarke thinks that she's kept the fact that she's pregnant (and that Bellamy is the father) a secret, but she really hasn't.

"We need to set an example, the villagers look to us and try to live by our example." Bellamy's gaze didn't quite meet hers. "You are the first, but you will not be the last. They need to see that in this new world children are important and that they shouldn't be created thoughtlessly."

"That would be hypocritical of us, Bellamy." Clarke raised an eyebrow as she stared at the man massaging her swollen, painful feet. "We didn't exactly get pregnant knowingly. Even if we love him or her now to death, our baby was created 'thoughtlessly'."

A strange look passed Bellamy's eyes as he concentrated on her feet. "I'm just saying that we don't want women becoming pregnant and men not taking responsibility for their actions."

That was what Bellamy was doing: taking responsibility for their actions.


She'd already known that but that didn't mean that it didn't hurt to hear it anyway.

"So, we should get married."

She blinked, not sure she'd heard that right. "You're joking."

He hesitated and his gaze wouldn't stray from her feet. "No, I'm not." He licked his lips. "Considering Spacewalker is the most righteous and sanctimonious of the village, I think we should make him officiate the ceremony." A dark smile curved his lips. "He's basically a priest anyway."

Clarke wondered about the undertone in that comment but shook her head. "We're not getting married."

"Why not?" Bellamy wanted to know as he finally raised his dark eyes to hers defiantly. "We're going to have a child together."

"A child is not a reason to get married."

"What could be a better reason?" He snapped.

"Love!" She growled.

He glared at her. "This isn't a fairy tale. Sometimes you don't have a happily ever after with the self-righteous Prince Charming." He sneered. "Sometimes the Princess gets sacrificed to satiate the monster's hunger."

She didn't like this analogy. Being 'sacrificed' made it seem as if they were giving into a horrible fate. She also didn't get his reference to a 'self-righteous Prince Charming' given the fact that he'd spat that out as if he was personally attacking someone. But what really bothered her about this whole analogy was that he'd insinuated that he was the monster in this scenario.

"Stop that." She glared at him. "Stop putting yourself down all the time. You're not the monster in this story!"

"I sure as hell ain't Prince Charming," he groused.

He was right. There was no fairy tale that existed in which Bellamy Blake would be Prince Charming, but as far as Clarke was concerned there was nothing wrong with that.

"True," she conceded. "You're more like a black-armored knight."

"Black-armored knight?" Bellamy eyed her oddly.

"You know, the one who doesn't live for the pursuit of truth and justice, but who has his own code of honor and who lives by it." Clarke licked her lips. "He does whatever is needed to protect those he loves, and those he feels deserve his protection. And to accomplish that end he is willing to do things that a Prince Charming would never even contemplate."

Bellamy stared at her in silence.

She felt self-conscious immediately, wondering if she'd said too much.

Bellamy cleared his throat. "So we're in an agreement then. We're getting married."

"We're not getting married." She glared at him.

"I'm the leader of this village, and I say we get married."

"Co-leader," she corrected. "And I say we are not getting married."

"That child is going to be born with my name."

She paused and eyed him oddly, a little insulted. "I wouldn't keep the child from having your surname. We don't have to be married for that. I know you and Octavia have your mother's last name but-."

"My child's mother is going to have my surname."

"Is this a possessive he-man thing? Because it's ridiculous. When you first came down here you slept with only god knows how many people." She made a face at the memory of a different girl coming out of Bellamy's tent each morning. "You even slept with Raven while I was kidnapped and fighting for my life." A dark part of her relished his flinch. "So you're telling me that if one of them-if Raven-had gotten pregnant you'd have married them?"

He frowned darkly at her. "You're telling me that if Spacewalker was the father of your child you wouldn't want to marry him?"

"What does Finn have to do with any of this?" She threw her hands in the air. "And no. I wouldn't want to marry him just because I was pregnant! The only reason I'll marry someone is if I love them and they love me. That's it." She folded her arms over her chest and then realized something. "You're not saying we should marry because you're worried I'll find someone, move out sooner than planned, and then someone else will raise your kid, are you?"

His expression was dark unlike anything she'd seen before. "I hadn't even considered that, but now that you bring it up-."

"Bellamy, you'll always be this kid's father. He or she, and I don't have to be under your thumb and have your name for you to be this child's father and to have an active part in his or her life." She took in a deep breath. "I'd never try to keep this child from you."

"I don't want to talk about this." He stood, angry. "A child's place is with his parents. They should be together. The stability of the child depends on it. When they don't have a father to protect them, children have to grow up too fast." He was obviously thinking of his own life and how he'd had to dedicate it to protecting Octavia. "We're getting married. That's final."

Her lips parted in outrage. "We are not getting married!"

He stormed out of the room and slammed the door.

"We're not," she whispered to herself, hand on her stomach.

"So, I heard you're getting married."

Clarke's eyes widened as she turned to face Raven, who had a smile on her face and yet whose eyes betrayed the fact that she was furious. "Where did you hear that from?"

"Miller." Her voice was stilted as she tapped her foot hard against the floor rapidly. Today was her day to keep Clarke company (Clarke didn't know why Bellamy thought it was a secret that he'd ordered her group of friends to alternate checking up on her during the days whenever he was out doing things in the village) and Raven looked like she wanted to strangle Clarke. "How dare you? How dare you let me find out from him?"

Clarke opened her mouth and stopped rocking on the rocking chair Bellamy had had made for her.

"I'm that child's godmother!" Raven glared at her. "And I'm also your best friend." She stormed towards Clarke. "So how could you let me find out something this important throughmy boyfriend?"

Clarke blinked. "He's your boyfriend now? Not just your friend with benefits?"

"Not important." Raven was like a dog with a bone. "How could you?"

Clarke took in a deep breath. "Where did Miller get the idea that-?"

"Bellamy told him and the other boys during sentry duty last night." A muscle jumped in Raven's cheek. "I also heard Monroe telling Jasper that Bellamy had talked to Finn about officiating the ceremony this morning. He said that he wanted to do it before the kid was born-which is any day now, so that's putting a rush on things."

Clarke stared at Raven in shock.

Raven's eyes lost some of their ire as she raised a hand and waved it in front of the other girl's eyes. "Clarke? You in there?"

"I told him I wouldn't marry him!" Clarke's eyes widened. "I said no! Like five times!"

Raven blinked, and then blinked again, and then she smirked. "I see."

"How dare he go against my orders and... and... want to marry me!" Clarke was fuming.

"Yes, how dare he?" Raven sounded darkly amused.

Clarke didn't see how any of this could be funny. "He better have sentry duty all night tonight because the moment he gets home he's going to die!"

"So, he's marrying you against your will, huh?" Raven completely ignored that promise. "I call dibbs on maid of honor."

"Raven!" Clarke glared at her. "I'm not getting married!"

The door swung open fiercely, and Octavia stormed into the cabin. "You're getting married!"

Clarke covered her hands with her face and groaned.

Octavia ignored her response. "I want to be the maid of honor."

"Too late," Raven smirked. "I called dibbs."

"Dibbs doesn't work." Octavia glared at her. "You're already godmother. You can't be maid of honor."

"Wanna bet?" Raven sneered.

"Bring it on, sparky!" Octavia snarled.

Clarke kept her hands over her face, groaned, and began to rock once more.

She was going to kill Bellamy.

"Clarke!" Octavia turned to her. "Tell this skinny stick that as your child's aunt, you'll choose me for maid of honor."

"And tell her that I'm your best friend so obvsiouly I will be the maid of honor." Raven ordered.

"Clarke!" Someone yelled. "There's been an accident! F-."

She hurried to her feet and tried not to show how desperately relieved she was at this moment as she began to waddle hurriedly away. "I'm coming!"

"So... you're getting married."

Clarke glared up at Finn as she tended to his broken leg.

He blinked at the look. "Bellamy wants me to use that bible I found in the bunker to marry you two." He paused. "He said that it would mean a lot to you since we're friends."

She bit back her instinctive response to that. "What else did he say?"

Finn shrugged. "Not much. He had to go talk to others about the preparations."

She was going to kill Bellamy when she saw him next.

KILL him!

"I told him that I didn't think you'd appreciate the whole bible thing." Finn made a face. "It's not like you believe in religion."

Clarke looked up at him curiously. "What did he say to that?"

"He told me to forget it, and then he went to look for Lincoln." Finn took in a deep breath. "Have you really thought this through, Clarke? I know you're having his child, but that isn't a good reason to get married. You should marry for love and nothing else."

He was preaching to the choir.

"Don't worry Finn, I know what I'm doing." And she also knew what she wasn't going to do: allow Bellamy to bully her into marrying him.

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