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What if Clarke did run Bellamy over with the truck/rover?

I'm pretty sure you didn't expect a 2k short fic when you sent this question but *shrugs* That's me I guess. Sorry that it sucks!

She doesn't know how it happens, not really. She's trying to hit the break but the grounder is pressing hard against her other leg with the speed pedal. Then when Bellamy shoots him, his dead body falls on her and she loses grip on the wheel for a moment. She tries to turn it left away from him but then there's a moment there where she knows she'll crash right into the rover and she begs, she begs he pulled away before she hurt him in any way.

God, she didn't want to kill him!

She thinks that she can see him fold in with the corner of her eye. What she doesn't think through is the fact that the crash is so strong, she basically runs the rover over and makes it roll on it's right side. The truck hits it hard and she tries to push on the break but it apparently has stopped working because she can hear the awful sound the two vehicles make against the ground as she drags the rover with Bellamy in it at least another mile before it finally stops.

Clarke wants to run, her one thought is 'Get to him! Make sure he's okay!' but when all motion finally gets to an end, she herself needs a minute to figure out her surroundings before she can push the door open.

Even that is a struggle because her whole body is heavy, though she doesn't feel like anything's wrong and she doesn't see any blood on herself. It takes her a lot to slip off the grounders' body and finally move out. She's unsteady on her feet and she has to take a few deep breaths before she can rush to the truck.

When she does, Clarke can't even get into it. The door he left open is folded in and she has to be careful trying to slip inside. She also notices the distinguished smell of smoke and fuel and she realizes the rover will burst into flames any second now and that she has to get him out.

"Bellamy! Bellamy-" she calls him out frantically when she manages to get in and sees him folded in inside with his back to her, he looked normal, as if he was sleeping and at first she thinks he just is a little lightheaded, that nothing's wrong but then her hand slips to his side and she finds blood and when she tries to move him away, she sees that the right side of his face is bruised and bloody, his eye is swollen shut, there's a piece of metal sticking from his leg, just at the knee and his side too.

He's really hurt, she realizes as she searches for pulse on his neck and when her fingers find the weakest trump there is, she cries out and looks up at the sky praying to whatever's out there in the universe to keep him alive.

It takes her everything to get him out of there. He is absolutely motionless as she moves him. He should hurt, moan, scream, beg for her to stop his pain but he doesn't, which scares her and makes her realize things are really serious.

Once they're out on the beautiful soft green grass that it's in such contrast with his state, the vehicles burst in flames and she watches the rover get swallowed by them.

That's when she starts crying, she's so afraid-he's very hurt, leaving a trail of blood behind and she thinks he'll die. She tries to call out, get some help, she begs but then she figures she's all alone. Roan was nowhere to be seen and the others were too far away from them.

Clarke moves another feet away from the burning vehicles and positions his head in her lap. She tries to stroke the blood out of his face.

It's not like she hadn't seen him bruised and stained with red before, she had, many times and she remembers how badly his sister had beaten him just a few months ago. The scars were still there, little crescends under his eyes or on his cheeks, they were visible and not yet healed. She had managed to add more to it.

She had killed him with this. Because she was too weak, because she could've listened when he asked her once a few weeks ago if she wanted him to show her how the truck really works, so she had a better understanding of it. If she did, she would've been able to control the truck and would've tried to figure out how to stop the grounder.

"I'm sorry." she whispered as she tried to clean the blood from the side of his face. He wasn't gasping, wasn't struggling, his whole right side was hurt, his arm looked so unnaturally crooked beside him, his leg twistted with the metal protruding from his leg, another piece jammed in his ribs. He had gotten hurt, squished by the rover and its parts completely. "I'm so sorry, Bellamy." she cried and her tears fell down over his face.

He didn't deserve this. He shouldn't die like this, because of her. He had always given out so much of himself to help her, to get her where she needed to be and she had failed to help him.

She leaned over, her hair tickled his sides as he gurgled, struggling for air, he couldn't breathe, his pulse was weak.

This was going to be the end. She knew it, she lived it with Finn when she stabbed him and he jerked forward, falling in her arms despite being tied up to that pole.

Now Bellamy was resting against the ground that was going to soon swallow him whole and she had to bear witness to it. She hoped he wouldn't mind it, that it would be okay, he always did love it here. She had caught his tiny smiles when they were out in the forest hunting or gathering herbs or wood. He was so happy looking up, seeing the sun shine on the leaves, the tree, the grass.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry-" she kept crying and then a beat.

His hand on hers, weakly squeezing her.

"Clarke?" he choked on the words and she pulled away. He looked awful, so white, so broken. He...he couldn't breathe well, he was dying and it was all because of her but he was looking up at her, trying to catch her eyes. Something in his own flickered, he looked confused...no, worried. Worried about her. "Are you...are you..." he tried to ask and her heart squirmed in her chest.

"It's okay. You'll be alright, I'm getting help!" she promised and tried to smile at him. He was there, he was awake, even if for a brief moment. "It'll be fine." suddenly she remembered, they had a radio, she could get her mom, Raven, the rest of them to come here, to save him, he just had to linger a little while longer.

He smiled...it was as if he knew perfectly what was happening. She looked around and actually saw it has rolled off from the truck and was just an arm's reach out! She couldn't believe she was so dumb as to not think of that sooner.

But then he caught her hand and squeezed it tigheter again. He was smiling at her, his stupid broken self was smiling.

"Hey-" he coughed, blood spilled from his mouth, he must have had internal bleeding. "Hey, princess." he greeted her as if he was seeing her for the first time.

"I'm so sorry" she started blurting out "I didn't mean to, I tried to stop the truck but failed! I...I-" she began choking on her words and crying. He furrowed his eyebrows at that.

"I'm fine." he lied and he said it so calmly that if he wasn't there right before her eyes, she would've believed him. He was that convincing. "I'm all good...all good, princess." she cried out and he tried to reach out and wipe her tears which he managed at least until his arm fell back down and his head lolled to the side.

She screamed his name out then! Tried to shake him, get him to look at her but he had passed out. That's when her mind started working and she remembered that she was thinking about the radio just a moment ago. She moved left and grabbed it, then pressed the buttons and honestly...she doesn't remember what she said but she knew she was panicked and that she was crying badly, something she usually didn't do.

From there on everything goes in motions. Clarke feels just like she did after Finn died as if she wasn't inhabiting her own body. Something inside her tears apart-she feels like his life's slipping in her hands while they wait for help but then it doesn't.

Roan and Raven come in to the rescue with another truck, they help put Bellamy in and get them to Becca's lab in ten minutes.

Turns out they were this close before they crashed...

Her mom waits for them by the entrance, she gets help from Luna and Emori, Murphy and Roan are the ones who move Bellamy's lifeless body on one of the cots. He's very bad, Clarke's not sure he's even breathing anymore but she kept staring at his chest on the way there and she know it barely rose up and down while they travelled.

She doesn't remember anything anyone said, she just turned around and went right back outside, she knew he'll die, she didn't want to be there for it which was really cowardly of her and she was well aware of it. If there was one thing she owed Bellamy Blake, it was to hold his hand as he took his last breath and yet she couldn't.

Maybe because deep down she knew that if she saw that, she wouldn't be able to take another one herself.

She'll say goodbye to him later when it was just the two of them and no one else to see her stroke his face, apologize and tell him he's been good, always and that she loved him...has always loved him.

When a few hours later they find her there, they tell her he's alive and stable. It's Raven...she thinks, that's doing all the talking, she doesn't know, can't register it.

They tell her to go in, her mom was going to explain so she follows through with the motions. Her mom hugs her and squeezes her arms tightly.

"He's really hurt." she says and Clarke remembers she almost raised an eyebrow, she expected her to say that he's dead, that's what Abby's expression was all about anyway, wasn't it?

"I took out the metal parts sticking from his leg and side, thankfully I don't think there's internal bleeding but he broke his ribs badly and it took me a bit to fix it. His shoulder was dislocated too, his wrist is broken and I can't tell what that piece of metal did to his leg but it cut his leg from the back to the front right under his kneecap so he'll probably struggle to walk for a while until I can figure out exactly what's wrong there. He's got a light concussion too and I worry about infection but we got antibiotics here so let's hope they work its way through his system."

Clarke kept staring at her completely dumbfounded, not saying anything really.

"Clarke? Are you okay, honey? I want to check on you too, you could've gotten hurt as well." she shook her head and pulled away from her mom's arms.

"He's...alive?" she couldn't recognize her own voice, it wasn't hers, she wasn't there, standing in Becca's nice and perfectly looking lab listening to her mom talk about Bellamy. It was someone else, a ghost of her.

"Yes." Abby confirmed as she looked at her worriedly "I think he was just kneeling at a good angle, it helped cushion some of the crash. He's got a long road of recovery ahead of him but he'll be fine." Clarke nodded-time.

They didn't exactly have that now, did they? The world was ending and he was badly hurt, she had made it impossible for him to walk, to try and fight this off. But that didn't matter, she'd take care of him, she'd make sure he made it even if she didn't.

"Can I see him?" she asked, again, not really understanding much of what her mom was saying just that he was bad and that she was the reason he's so hurt.

Abby leads her out of the lab and into a whole different setting that looked more like the inside of a house would in the movies they watched on the Ark. They climb a set of stairs and head down a small hallway to the last door as he mom explains they moved him there because it was the only place spacious enough to set up all the medical equipment she needed to keep track of his state.

He was lying on his back, stripped of his clothes, with a warm brown blanket covering him up to his stomach while his chest was wrapped in so many bandages, Clarke realized they were probably enough to keep the cold away from now.

His head was bigger too, wrapped in another tight perfectly white bandage. There was a machine beeping on his right, Clarke saw the small plastic circles attached to his chest, the BP cuff on his arm, the oxygen cannula in his nose. He looked so pale and yet he was Bellamy. Her Bellamy.

"I'll give you some space. He's sedated so he won't wake up but if he does and is in pain, you can call me. Keep a close eye in case his BP or breathing changes in any way. I'll come back soon." her mom promised, touched her shoulder again and walked to the door.

She sat down on the chair to his left and reached to grab his good hand-the other was tucked to rest over his chest, wrapped up in bandages and gauze. Clarke remembered her mom said it was dislocated, there was a cast on his wrist too...he had so many bruises, it made her want to somehow use her brushes, the once she had back home that he found her in some bunker, and paint over them, hide them away, heal them. Then use the blue color to paint them over her own body and with it take the pain away.

She bowed her head and cried, whispering how sorry she was until she passed out. At some point, much later at night, he woke up with a whimper, arching his back and gritting his teeth. She jumped and pushed him down.

"It's okay, you're alright. You were in an accident. I couldn't stop the truck and I ran you over. Do you remember?" he was confused for a minute but then he groaned and nodded. "You're safe now. You're really injured, though, you've got lots of fractions and a concussion but mom thinks you'll be okay. I'll go get her, so she can check on you." she said but he grabbed her wrist with his good hand and pulled her back to him.

"No." he whispered and looked desperately at her.

"Bellamy, you need help-"

"No." he mumbled, he was so tired, it hurt him to talk, it hurt him to do anything. "You." he said simply and before she knew what was happening, he was trying to pull away from her and make room on the bed. That made him groan loudly again but he did it before she could stop him and he tucked her hand again "You...you...here." he asked "Please?" she contemplated, afraid she may cause him more pain but then she sighed, kicked off her boots, threw her jacket on the chair and moved up to lay next to him.

She carefully snuggled right beside him, he wrapped his arm around her and she felt his heavy breathing against her chest. He hurt, it was clear that he did, he groaned and moved a little now and she placed her hand on his heart and talked to him quietly until he passed out again.

When he did, she felt herself falling asleep too, feeling warm and safe and for the first time since it all happened, like herself again.

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