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The Secrets We Don't Keep 10a/10 
30th-Jul-2014 11:53 am
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.

Bellamy Blake still wasn't a 100 per cent happy with the people from the Ark joining them, but at least he'd finally gotten an excuse to permanently move Clarke into his bedroom. Sure, he enjoyed the time they'd spent in hers, but there was something more final about her moving in with him. For some reason he couldn't understand, much less put into words, this had been a very important step for him, and for that alone he had to be grateful for Abby and Kane's presence.

The other surviving members of the governing class could go float themselves.

Not one day went by in which one of the old governing class wasn't a pain in his side. They seemed to accept Clarke better (since they claimed she was 'one of them') but even she got many of their patronizing comments. They'd tried to stage a coup d'état early on into their arrival in the village, but they'd been defeated quite easily and some of the leaders had been banished. Bellamy had wanted to banish the whole lot of those involved, but Clarke had spoken to him and calmed him down, like she usually did.

He'd given certain members leniency, like the ones who had once been guards on the Ark, mostly because they were useful and because he knew their kids and didn't want to be the one to sentence their parents to certain death outside the walls. But he'd made himself clear, both to the parents and their kids: if this happened again there would be no pardon for anyone. Those invovled would be banished to life outside the wall, and everyone knew that was as good as a death sentence.

There were mumblings here and there from the very few governing class left, but everyone now knew their place.

Bellamy could sense that Abby wasn't too happy with him or Clarke for the fact that they were basically sentencing people to death by sending them outside the walls, but she was smart enough not to tell him her feelings. She might be the mother of the woman he loved and the grandmother of his children, but to Bellamy she was still one of the upper class. He had an issue with the upper class. Despite that he tried very hard not to let his past resentments spew out now because he was an example that the others lived by.

He also felt a little hypocritical because Clarke was also a member of the upper class, or had been (there was no more class system or ranking, he needed to remind himself of that every day) but he never held it against her like he did against the others. Sure, he had at first, it was one of the reasons why he'd called her Princess, but she had proven herself to him and the whole village and she was a part of them. She was one of them. She was Bellamy's.

That thought always put a smile on his face. He shifted in bed and turned to look at her sleeping face.

He wasn't too sure when he'd first realized he wanted this girl, but he knew that his feelings for her had started to change when he saw her put Atom out of his suffering. Bellamy himself, for all his big talk, had been unable to help the dying boy, and yet he'd knelt there next to Clarke and watched her be merciful to Atom while humming to him softly, trying to comfort him.

He'd thought at that moemnt: She's not a princess, but she might be an angel.

Sure, he'd shaken his head of those thoughts and had gone back to how things were, or at least he'd tried. Even though he'd tried to pretend nothing was different he'd known things had changed. He'd started pulling away from Murphy and others who only saw her as the Princess. He'd even realized that she was doing the same. She was pulling away from Spacewalker, who basically thought Bellamy was the devil incarnate.

They were pulling away from others and moving towards each other. He'd realized it easly on but had fought admittance. But she'd saved his life, she'd told him he wasn't a monster, and she'd told him that she needed him. He'd overheard her telling a shell-shocked Spacewalker that she trusted him. And then he'd sat, humbled, and watched her not only defend him to Jaha (who had been her best friend's father) but also secure his pardon. She'd saved his life. In so many ways than just that, and he hadn't been able to deny it anymore.

He was entranced by this girl.

And now she was his.

His smile grew as he reached out and brushed a blonde wave from her face.

Despite the people from the Ark, life was incredibly good.

Bellamy let out a breath of relief and disbelief as he rested his arms around Clarke's shoulders. "We did it."

She laughed and turned into his embrace as she wrapped her arms around him tightly. "We did it." She pressed a kiss to his beating heart.

Bellamy stared down at her, hating to admit it, but when she did things like that he became a teenaged girl in love. It was ridiculous. "Lincoln's giving us this: 'I knew it would happen' look."

Clarke snickered. "How's it feel not to know everything?"

He huffed in mock outrage. "I know everything about the village. It's okay if I don't know everything about the Grounders."

She laughed and pressed another kiss to his heart. "You're such an arrogant little-."

"Remember, I know where you sleep," he teased. "I'll take revenge against whatever you say when you least expect it."

Her eyes twinkled merrily as she looked up at him. "Why do you think I rile you up so much?"

He barked out laughter and kissed her deeply.

While Bellamy hadn't really thought it possible, Clarke had always had hope that one day this might happen, and now that hope of hers had become a reality.

As the twosome stood in the clearing where the Grounders had called a meeting, they now watched their allies walk away. After all this time, all this fighting, all this worry, they finally had one less thing to stay up at night about. Anya's faction of Grounders were no longer a problem, but would instead be a help. They'd be neighbors and allies and... and... life was really starting to look up!

And his little blonde had been half of the reason behind the Grounders' change of heart. Anya had expressed that, while their own healers were competent, Clarke had proven herself to them and they wished for her to treat them when their own healers failed. The Grounders also did not want Abby tending to their wounded. Clarke had offered her mother's services as well and had been turned down immediately despite the fact that she'd promised them that her mother had much more knowledge and experience under her belt. No. Anya and her people wanted Clarke and no one else.

Bellamy figured that he should be a little insulted for how Anya always called Clarke the leader of the village and only ever seemed to see Bellamy as her "champion", but he figured he kinda liked the sound of his being Clarke's champion.

"This is only the beginning." Clarke stared up happily into his face. "Once the other factions realize that we can live in harmoney with Anya's tribe, and also that it could be beneficial to both parties, they'll ally with us as well." Her eyes shone with hope. "We can do this, Bell. We can learn to live in harmony here on earth. We can be Grounders."

"We already are Grounders," he whispered as he kissed her.

"I see." Bellamy eyed Kane. "Are you sure about this?"

The man he didn't know whether to like or trust, and yet had so far seemed to have his back, nodded as he clasped his hands behind him. "I thought it was something you should know."

Miller cleared his throat as he came forwards. "He came to me earlier, since I'm your second in command, and I've had our people check out his claims." His face was grim. "They're factual."

Kane nodded once more.

Bellamy looked between them and took in a deep breath. "Something has to be done about this."

Miller licked his lips. "I've asked Raven to call Clarke from the medical bay."

This was why Miller was his second in command. The guy knew exactly what Bellamy would need before he had to ask for it.

The door opened to reveal Raven and Clarke, who closed the door behind them and entered the room.

Bellamy turned to Raven. "Can you get Lincoln? We'll need his expertise on this."

Miller cleared his throat. "I've already called for him."

Bellamy grinned at the younger boy, quite pleased with him. "Excellent job, Miller."

Miller beamed with the praise.

Raven rolled her eyes at her boyfriend and yet looked quite proud as well.

The door opened and Lincoln entered and closed the door.

"What's going on?" Clarke came to Bellamy's side. "Why did you need to see us?"

Bellamy motioned towards Kane.

Kane nodded. "Some of the remaining governing class are planning a raid on Anya's village. They do not believe in the truce and want to take advantage of the Grounders having their guards down. They plan on killing the people and taking their resources."

"Has this claim been verified?" Clarke wanted to know, eyebrow raised.

Bellamy bit back a smile and loved that Clarke didn't just assume that Kane was telling the truth just because of his position in the Ark. She didn't take the side of the people she'd once been a part of. She was one of the 100, through and through.

Miller nodded. "I've had two different sources confirm it."

"These people are seriously stupid," was Raven's cotribution. "We've just made peace with Anya's tribe!"

"They are idiots if they think they can take down Anya." Lincoln raised an eyebrow. "All they will do is start another war."

Bellamy nodded his agreement. "We need to send a message across, not just to our people but to Anya's. They need to see that we're serious about this alliance." He licked his lips. "We'll have to make a public example of them." He turned to Miller. "Go, take some of our most trusted, and arrest those who are a part of this." He turned to Lincoln. "You should tell Anya-."

Clarke stepped forwards. "I disagree."

Bellamy wasn't surprised. She always disagreed with him. "Then what do you think we should do, Princess? Let them attack Anya's village?"

She surprised him by nodding. "Yes." She turned to Kane. "Do you have an idea of when they are planning to do this?"

He nodded. "Yes."

She took in a deep breath and turned to Bellamy. "If we do this now, we won't have concrete proof of who exactly is involved and that they were actually planning on doing this instead of just talking about it." She stared up at him and grabbed his sleeve. "Bellamy, if we lay a trap for them and catch them redhanded before they can do any trouble-Lincoln's group can camouflage themselves and won't be seen until it's already too late." She took in a deep breath. "Then, knowing exactly who is involved, we can handle them."

Bellamy stared down at her and recognized the merit in her plan. He turned to Lincoln. "You need to warn Anya what we are doing so that her people will stay back and let us handle it, and also so they don't get the wrong idea and think that we're attacking."

Lincoln nodded. "This seems like a fair plan."

Raven shook her head, hands on her hips, before she turned to Kane. "Ever since you Ark people came you've been nothing but trouble."

He raised an eyebrow, not seeming insulted, more like intrigued. "You are 'Ark people' too."

"No, we're not." Miller shook his head. "We're the 100."

Bellamy grinned at that.

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