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ST TROPEZ POLICE STATION - NOW
“Here are your belongings.” The woman behind the glass explained, passing through a tray.
Murphy sighed as he started to pick up his things, pushing his phone into his pocket and sliding his watch on. He’d been interviewed for hours, and hours, and hours. He hadn’t slept in over 20 of them and he was fucking pissed. French police are vicious. Bellamy had locked him in a safe for Christ’s sake!
Murphy ignored the rage simmering beneath the surface as he picked up his wallet. He frowned as he noticed a piece of paper sticking out from it. He opened his wallet and pulled out a sheet of paper. He unfolded it and grit his teeth. It was a sheet of paper with the title Brazil.He flipped it over to see Bellamy’s handwriting spelling; See you around, Rat.
He scoffed and shook his head, balling it in his hand and throwing it into a nearby bin. Kane came out of the interview room, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry kid, we’ve got an alert out on their fake passports.” he reassured.
Murphy shook his head, “They were three steps ahead the whole time. I wouldn’t see something unless they wanted me to. The passports are useless.” he glanced at the Brazil piece of paper in the bin and rolled his eyes again.
“It’s been twenty four hours since the heist took place and the authorities have discovered all seven bodies floating off the west coast of Corsica. It is believed that these are the bodies of the robbers. Due to the long period of time spent underwater and the severe burns sustained by the robbers’, the authorities won’t be able to identify our assailants with conventional means. They will need to turn to dental records. Stick with us for more information.”
MEXICO CITY- MEXICAN PRISON - 1 YEAR AGO.
The door above Bellamy buzzed and a guard pushed him through. He shuffled awkwardly in his orange jumpsuit and his shackled ankles, the handcuffs chaffed at his wrists as he was led him down the dingy corridor towards the visitor’s room. he was brought to a halt outside a blue door and then again, shoved inside- rather roughly. There was a table and two chairs and a light that flickered on and off and the guard pointed, “Sit. Your lawyer’s on the way.”
Lawyer?
Bellamy frowned but sat in the seat facing the mirror, waiting patiently, and faultlessly aware that there was someone behind the glass. He leaned forward, resting his elbows against the table. He took in a deep breath and closed his eyes, rubbing his temples with his thumbs.
He was imprisoned.
In Mexico.
And his rescuer wasn’t picking up her phone.
The door opened and as a reflex, he turned to look. His eyes widened and he opened his mouth to say something but Clarke shook her head, effectively shushing him. She turned to the mirror and tilted her head, and Bellamy heard a click as the camera went off and then the mirror was suddenly two ways and Bellamy could see into the other side. He and Clarke watched as the guard filed out, shutting the door behind him.
She turned back to him, “It’s safe to talk now.”
“You’re late.” He snapped harshly as Clarke slid into the seat opposite him.
She smiled at him, leaning forward in her chair with her head in her hands and her elbows on the table. “Sorry mate, you know what the Mexican borders’ like.” She replied casually.
“It’s been three days” he shot back.
she cocked her head, “Why did you call me?”
He huffed, “Your number’s the only one I know by heart. (18)” He looked up at her and immediately sat up straighter, “And why do you care? You let me rot here for three days.”
She raised an eyebrow, “Yeah well, guess where I was. Turkey. Turns out you never pulled off that job, care to explain why you’d lie, to me?” she asked and he stared at her.
(She knows why)
He’s sure she knew why. He’s sure she knew that he’d run out of the job to make sure she was okay, He’s sure she had some distinct idea that he had feelings for her than ran deeper than friendship and partnership. But today was not the day to have that conversation. “Seriously? You want to do this now?” he insisted and she shrugged. Bellamy groaned, “I don’t have time for this. Have you seen me? Some of the bigger guys have been eyeing me up- you gotta get me out of here.” He demanded.
Clarke waved her hand in a move of dismissal, blowing her hair away from her face, “Already on it.”
his eyes widened again, “You’ve got a plan?” he asked.
She nodded with a wild sparkle in her eyes, “Don't I always."
He smiled, “I just didn’t think you’d show up.”
She frowned, “Why wouldn’t I?” she asked curiously.
Bellamy shrugged and the shackles jingled along, “Didn’t think I mattered that much to you. (19)” he replied with an easy grin on his face.
Her face softened. “You’re a friend. I’m not about to let one of the few people I trust, rot in a Mexican prison of all places. Why are you always the one who gets locked up?” she asked and he laughed.
“Because sometimes I like to be a bit of a martyr.” He shrugged, “It makes me feel all tingly inside”
Clarke raised an eyebrow, “By letting yourself get caught for someone else?” He nodded and she sighed. She shook her head, standing up, “One of these days, you’re going to get stuck somewhere where I can’t get you. (20)” she warned, reaching into her pockets for a key.
“Thank God, today is not that day.” He replied as she unshackled his wrists. He let the chains drop onto the table and sighed, rubbing his wrists. “That’s some jewellery I could do without.” He muttered.
She unshackled his ankles and threw the cuffs across the room. She pointed to the door she’d come through, “Stand over here” she ordered. He followed suit and Clarke turned the table around. She dropped it onto its side so that it was some kind of shield and she brought it over to where he stood.
“You gonna blow us out of here?” he asked as they both dropped down behind it.
She pressed the ear bud into her ear, “Jasper. Blow the window.”
Bellamy’s eyes widened in disbelief, “Jasper? You got jasper?” he paused as she looked back at him with a frown as if to say and? Bellamy shook his head, ducking lower behind the table.
His arms brushed hers and she ignored the hitch in her breath. He dragged her down with him and her head pressed into the bottom of the table. Bellamy grabbed her arm, pulling her closer to him so that his arm was around her shoulders. She could smell him, he’d had a shower and his skin was soft. Clarke adjusted her head so that she could look up at him and her heart stuttered and died in her chest and oh my god this is not happening.
“What’s wrong with jasper?” she breathed carefully and her breath tickled his neck.
Bellamy pulled her closer, burying her face into the side his jacket while she held onto the table, “Jasper’s insane (21). He won’t just blow the window he’ll blow the whole fucking-”
The room shook as a loud and all mighty crack erupted and Bellamy wrapped his arms around Clarke. She held her breath as her body was hit with a wave of shock and the room crumbled to pieces. She could smell dust and her vision was cloudy with ash as she squinted against the sudden influx of light. Her ears were ringing and she was paralyzed. Never. Ever. Have any window bombs made that sound. Her breath was heavy as she pushed Bellamy’s arms off of her. She struggled to her feet, falling back against the door behind her. They had two minutes at most before the guards came looking. Money only bought so much time.
She coughed and held out her hand for Bellamy. He accepted, hauling himself to his feet. She gagged a little, rubbing her jeans.
“Fuck.” he breathed.
She frowned and followed his eye line before she stood up straight, blinking. “Shit.” She hissed.
The wall that once existed was demolished to smithereens. The gaping hole before her took up what used to be part of the building and was now an open space of fresh air. She could see the roaming ocean from where she stood- good thing she's not afraid of heights. Conveniently this prison was famous. People had tried to escape before, but all of them perished in the fall over the cliff that led to the murky dark and dangerous seas.
“Oops?” A voice offered down her ear.
She pressed the earpiece into her head, "Oops?" she enunciated, "Oops?" She yelled, “You were only meant to blow the Goddamn window, what is wrong with you?” she cried.
Jasper sighed, “I may have miscalculated the thickness of the wall. (22)”
“May?” She screamed at the top of her voice. “There is a hole the size of Texas! What part of subtle did you not get?”
“I'm controlling this thing from the middle of nowhere, give me some credit.”
Clarke sighed loudly, “Would you hurry up and finish your job?” she demanded and she could practically picture him mouthing her off.
Bellamy nudged her and she turned to look at him, “What happens now?” he asked, slightly sarcastically. “We jump?” he mocked.
She glared at him, “Next time, I’m gonna leave you here to rot. Do you have any idea how long it took me to plan this?” she hissed, pointing to the current gaping hole in the wall,
He raised an unimpressed eyebrow, “I do. You know why? Because I’ve been stuck here while you planned your bullshit idea.”
Clarke lifted up her shirt until it stopped just before her bra. She turned around to reveal a long rope strapped to her back. “Take it off.” She ordered.
He ripped the masking tape from her back and she winced slightly as it peeled. “What’s this for?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as she turned around and snatched it out of his hands.
“My plan, remember?” she smirked, unravelling the rope.
She stepped forward until she was pressed up against him. His heart died in his throat as her arms reached around his waist to wrap the cable. She tied it around her waist as well and made sure the final knot was sturdy. Their bodies fit together like two pieces of a puzzle and Clarke ignored the tingling sensation in her fingers as placed her arms on his back to hold him in place. She glanced over the edge of the demolished prison and watched the waves crash mercilessly into the sharp jagged rocks bellow.
“This better work.” She muttered as footsteps came pounding down the corridor, she placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled nervously at him, “Do you trust me? (23)”
He cocked his head, “About as much as you do, me”
She grinned wildly, yanking the rope so that their bodies were pushed even closer. Their faces were inches away and Bellamy craved the touch of her skin. But suddenly Clarke jolted them and they were falling into a dark abyss of probable death and mutilation.
(This was the part of the plan that relied on luck.)
They resurfaced an hour later, gasping for air as their oxygen tanks started to run out. Clarke gasped and spluttered out water while Bellamy tried to suck is as much air as possible. She grimaced and wiped the water out of her eyes, only succeeding in making it worse. She glanced around, wincing against the sun, “Where the fuck is he?” she muttered.
Bellamy looked straight and pointed to the distant beach and land. “Where are we?”
“Not far from Pinar Del Rio” she replied, turning around to search behind her.
“Cuba?” he gaped, “We swam, to Cuba?”
She nodded, tapping the ear bud in her ear to see if it would work. “It’s the only nearby place where you’re not wanted” she explained. Bellamy stared at her before bringing his hand back, and splashing water in her direction as hard as he could. Clarke coughed and glared at him, “What the hell?”
He waved his arms, “That was the big plan that took you three days? I nearly got deported to the US. Do you have any idea how many Interpol agents want my head on a platter?” he cried dramatically.
(it’s a lot, if you’re wondering.)
She rolled her eyes as she spotted a boat coming in their direction, “I told you. I got stuck in customs. I had other things to do.”
He cocked his head mockingly, “Oh yeah like what?”
Clarke glared at him, “Were you aware that your sister got married? because you didn’t show up.”
Bellamy’s mouth snapped shut and the muscles in his jaw jumped like he was trying to bite his tongue (he nearly drew blood.) He turned away from her and she frowned at his reaction and opened her mouth to say something; only to be stopped by the wiring motor of a boat approaching them. Jasper slowed down a few meters away and she turned to look, a hand over her eyes to block the blinding sun. Jasper grinned, looking down at them, and smiled, “Have a nice swim?” he asked, and this time both of them splashed him.
the small bomb tech helped them onto the boat, both of them dragging buckets of water along with them. He pulled the tanks off their backs, “Did you find these easily?” he asked.
Clarke nodded, “At least you did one thing right.” She smirked and he shook his head, placing them on the boat floor while Clarke squeezed the water from her hair.
He started the boat and the blond noticed Bellamy standing at the stern, a hand on the railing with his back to the both of them, watching the retreating sea with almost wistful melancholy. She sat carefully on the small leather seat of the boat, crossing a leg over the other and watching the ocean waves that continued in the wake of their escape. He made no move to acknowledge her and she grew quickly impatient, clicking her tongue and staring at him in what seems like disappointment, "Why didn't you go?" she asked, because she remembered the look on Octavia's face when she couldn't find her brother at her own wedding.
Bellamy pursed his lips, still not looking at the blond, “How did know we’d survive that fall?” he said loudly above the motor.
she shrugged, “I didn’t.”
Bellamy knew full well that was going to be the answer because Clarke's total disregard for her own life had come to light on multiple occasions- like in the fucking Philippines. he crossed his arms, “So my life balanced on the chance that we wouldn’t impale ourselves on the rocks?”
the blond smirked like it was funny or something and shrugged, “Essentially.”
He turned to glare at her; the anger behind his eyes was enough to wipe the smile off Clarke’s face. She flinched back a little bit when he pointed at her with a finger, “One of these days." he started almost threateningly, "Your plan’s not going to work and you’re going to end up dead.” There was a flash of hurt in his eyes and Clarke tilted her head.
She smiled softly, “You’re not stupid enough to believe that.”
“You’re luck’s going to run out.” He replied, turning his head to look back at the sea because he couldn't bare to argue with someone who was as stubborn as she was, "Just like your father."
“Why didn’t you go to your sister’s wedding?” She asked again, crossing her arms to hide the fact that her hands had started shaking.
Bellamy shrugged, puffing his cheeks and blowing a short raspberry, “That’s really none of your business." he said passingly, "We’re not friends.” He added before pursing his lips and looking her in the eyes. He let the silence sit for a moment, watching the confusion festering her eyes, “I don’t trust you, I don’t even know you. Your dad was my mentor, that’s the only reason I hang onto you." if he could describe the look in her eyes he might have resembled it to something of heartbreak. "You’re some runaway who hijacked my operation in Croatia and screwed up my con.” He looked at her with no discernible emotion in his eyes and her nostrils flared, “You’re nothing to me (24). Once I’m out of here, I’ll never have to see you again.”
Clarke’s blood ran cold and she levelled him with a sharp stare and a shaky breath. “I know you’re pissed off right now, I know you don’t mean any of what you’re saying and I know you’re taking your anger out on me. But I’m going to leave before I do something stupid, like shoot you.” or kiss you. Her voice was low and grave and Bellamy’s heart squeezed at the hurt look behind her eyes.
he shook his head, ”I’m nothing to you." he said softly, "You wouldn’t even be here if you didn’t owe me. (25)” He muttered, the vulnerability creeping into his voice- something he'd always tried to hide.
she swallows, trying not to yell- scream at the top of her voice that he mattered and that she cared. “Don’t you dare say that.” She warned, trying to keep her voice steady but it wavered into a slight crack. she coughed, shaking her head again, “I would have come for you even I you owed me a million favours.” She looked so hurt, so attacked that he could ever think that about her.
neither of them noticed the boat docking onto a small wooden platform. nor did they notice jasper climb out, tie the rope around a boulder, shove his hands in his pockets and walk off without a goodbye. (They clearly didn't need to be interrupted.) neither of them knew what to say either. they stood in silence with the air around them swirling with words they never said and always wanted to. their chests we're heaving, their eyes were wide and wild and Clarke blinked. once. twice.
"We're here." she says, cutting through the stillness.
Bellamy glanced at the land they'd touched foot on, crystal clear beaches and small Cuban houses littered on the coastline and he blinked too, “Right.” He muttered, clambering off the boat. the water on him dripped onto the wooden port and stained it darker as he shed the orange jumpsuit. Clarke reached into the cupboard under the steering wheel and produced a small backpack.
"Catch" she said, throwing it to him until it hit him in the chest and his reflex was to grab it with his hand.
"What's this?" he asked, unzipping it quickly and rummaging through it.
she shrugged, "Just the basics, passport, cash a burner." she hesitates, "Octavia's number's in it. I know she'd like to hear from you."
He looked up at her, frowning slightly at her remaining presence on the boat and not the harbour, “Aren’t you coming?” he asked, cocking his head with a confused frown.
She shook her head, sliding a pair of round sunglasses over her eyes that she procured from literally nowhere, “Nah.” She sighed, crossing her arms, “I’m wanted in Cuba.” She smirked.
Bellamy chuckled, nodding, “Right. 09, I forgot.” He sighed and glanced around, shielding his eyes from the sun. “Next time?” he asked curiously and Clarke sighed, looking out at the paradise she'd miss out on.
“I’ll call you if I ever need you. (26)” she assured, crossing her arms and smiling softly.
He nodded in agreement, looking down at the documents and bundles of cash and then back up at her “You know we’re kind of like Bonnie and Clyde (27)” he suggested, holding his hand up to block the oncoming sun, and Clarke shook her head with a slight grin.
“This isn't a fucking movie.” She chuckled, moving to untie the boat rope.
“Where are you headed?” he asked.
Clarke shrugged, pausing midway through unwrapping the rope to look up at him, “Well I think I’m wanted in Mexico, now” she smiled and then sighed, “I don’t know, maybe the Cayman Islands? I don’t think I’m wanted there. (28)” She shrugged again, “Plus, I gotta get to get back to Turkey.” She gave him a pointed look. “Don’t ever leave a con to come and save me ever again.” She added, unimpressed.
He smirked, “You did the exact same thing.” He stated.
She waved him off, “Yeah, but that’s different.” she said as she dragged the rope back onto the boat, wandering back to the steering wheel.
The boat started to drift away and her hair flapped in the wind as Bellamy slung the backpack over his shoulder with a soft smile on his face and a hand in his pocket. "Hey." he called after her and she turned around as she boat continues to float further away. “Don’t get dead.” He suggested.
Clarke smiled, twisting the key in the ignition until the engine roared to life, “Don’t get shot.” and then she looked serious, "And call your sister."
(18. His is the only one she knows off by heart too)
(19. Her heart broke a little bit when he said that)
(20. He knows. He just doesn’t like to think about it)
(21. It’s true. Jasper once blew up an ice cream factory because he wanted it to rain chocolate- it didn’t if you’re wondering, he got a vanilla factory instead)
(22. N o he didn’t. He just wanted things to go boom as big and as loud as they could)
(23. Would he call someone he didn’t?)
(24. She’s not going to lie, that stung a little)
(25. Her heart cracked a little bit)
(26. That doesn’t count. She always needs him)
(27. No we’re not *rolls eyes*)
(28. Turns out, she is!)
PRIVATE RUNWAY- OUTSKIRTS OF ROME – NOW.
“Enough with the pyrotechnics” Raven snapped, looking down at her burnt leg, “You were supposed to blow it up after we’d jumped you moron.”
Jasper blundered, “It wasn’t my fault, one of the engine pipes exploded.” Clarke was tending to Raven’s burn with a wet rag, cooling it down. Raven knew she needed to go to some kind of hospital, but it’s fine, she knew a guy.
“You’re lucky the bodies were on that boat to make it look even more realistic.” Monty tutted, wiping the blood from his head from where he’d crashed into the railing.
“Realistic isn’t my concern.” Octavia interrupted, “What I’m worried about is that Bellamy wakes up, because I swear to god, if he doesn’t-” she took a step towards Jasper who swallowed nervously, “I will rip you to shreds”
Lincoln stepped between both of them, pushing them apart, “There will be no ripping each other to shreds. Not today.” He warned.
All of them had gotten out with a few minor burns. Raven’s leg, Jasper’s hip and Lincoln’s shoulder. Clarke had simply crashed into the floor and had cuts on her lips and face. Octavia was thrown off the boat and had landed roughly on a nearby rock. She’d broken her arm and had bruises that covered her entire body.
Bellamy had burnt the clothes off his back and managed only to sustain a few minor burns. But he’d still hid his head at some point and been knocked out cold ever since. He groaned from where he lay, his head propped up on the duffel bag.
They were standing in the centre of a plan yard warehouse, each standing in front of a small four seater plane. Each had a different destination (except for Jasper and Monty of course –they’re a team. And Octavia would never leave without Lincoln.)
“I’m sorry, about what I said.” Octavia murmured, coming next to Clarke and handing her a bowl of water to dip the cool rag in. “I see it now. You wouldn’t do anything to hurt him.”
Clarke raised an eyebrow, “He’s my friend. I wouldn’t hurt any of you.”
Octavia pushed her tongue against her teeth into a slight smirk, “Friend. Right. (29)”
One side of the warehouse had been pulled away to make space for the planes when they flew away. Bellamy groaned again, rolling his head and Clarke stood to attention. She turned back to Raven who grunted, “Go” she stated.
Octavia smiled and watched as Clarke sprinted and dropped down on the ground next to him. He opened his eyes and then hissed shutting them equally as fast.
“You okay?” she asked carefully.
He groaned, shaking his head, “I feel like someone hammered my head into a wall.” He muttered, blinking quickly.
Clarke laughed, “That’s kind of what happened, you’re lucky Raven’s stitches didn’t rip either.”
He turned to look up at her hovering over him. Hs eyes crinkled as he smiled, so sincerely that Clarke’s heart stopped. “Hi.” He breathed.
She laughed dropping her head against his chest. She smiled, tears welling in her eyes as she looked back at him, “Hey.” She whispered.
He pushed himself up into a sitting position and winced at the pain. Clarke had a hand on his back as if to make sure she’d catch him if he fell down. He held a hand to his head and he glanced around, wide eyed. Octavia cam over with a small smile, “Hey big brother.” She smiled.
He frowned, “What happened to you?”
Octavia waved him off, “I’m fine.”
He looked around at the cuts, burns and bruises, the planes, the open runway and he groaned, “Shit.” He muttered, looking to Clarke, “Are we dead?” he asked
Clarke nodded, reaching behind the cash bag for a bottle of water, “Drowned, I think.” She handed the bottle to him, “You’ll have to ask Monty, he faked the dental records. It was all very John Stonehouse. (30)” She shrugged.
Bellamy chuckled, taking a sip of water. “Where are we?”
“Why, Roma my good sir!” Jasper called in a stereotypical Italian accent, grinning over at him.
Bellamy rolled his eyes and clambered to his feet. He swayed slightly, falling back, but Clarke and Octavia caught him. He pushed them off, “I’m fine.” He huffed. Clarke scoffed.
“Stubborn idiot” she muttered as she picked up the cash bag and wondered over to where Lincoln and the other were chatting.
She dropped it onto the floor as Bellamy and Octavia made their way over. Clarke bent down and unzipped it as a circle started to form around her. “I’ve split it all into bags, you can count them if you want but by now you should know that I don’t screw over friends.” She smiled up at them.
They all nodded back and Clarke pulled out big black fabric pouches with an elegant bow at the top where she’d tied them shut. She pulled one out and handed it to jasper next to her who passed it around. She handed them all out and then the leftover cash that wasn’t in the pouch but in the bag, was hers. She zipped up at the bag and looked up at everyone.
She smiled carefully, “The money from the diamond has been transferred into your bank accounts. We did good.” She added. “We stopped an asshole funding a war with a blood diamond that was mined in concentration camps. We probably saved a whole nation.” She explained.
Octavia rolled her eyes, “Well, aren’t you miss optimistic?”
Monty nodded, “We’re like the wonder team.”
Jasper clapped his hands, “Like the avengers! (31)”
“I’m iron man!” Monty cried, throwing his arms up and Clarke laughed when Bellamy shook his head.
“I’m iron man. You can be Thor.” Bellamy stated, pushing Monty slightly.
“I’m Thor. He can be hulk.” Lincoln interrupted.
Raven shook her head, “This is the most stupid conversation I’ve ever been involved in. Obviously, I’m iron man.”
Jasper shook his head, “No-”
“Okay” Octavia clapped her hands, “We’re gonna go before facial rec kicks in and we have Italian Feds on our Ass.” She hugged Bellamy, linking her fingers with Lincoln’s. She waved to the others and Lincoln saluted them, “We’ll see you soon” she added as they turned around and made their way to the plane.
Bellamy turned back to Clarke who slung the bag over her shoulder. “You know. We make a good team.” Raven commented.
Clarke shrugged, “I don’t know, I don’t really enjoy getting blown up whenever we’re together. (32)”
Raven shook her head, “That was one time, and I told you to run.” She shook her head, biting off the grin.
Clarke smiled, stepping forward and pulling Raven in for a hug. “I’ll see you around.”
Raven stepped back, swinging the pouch over her shoulder, “You have my number.” And with that, she turned on her heels and wondered over to her plane.
“Do you think we could buy an island?” Monty asked, staring at the pouch, “We could be like those celebrities who have their own.” He added, nudging Jasper and Bellamy rolled his eyes.
Jasper shook his head, “No way, I’m going to buy a house. Something neatly inland with absolutely no sea surrounding it.” He shivered, as though the sea was a cruse word that made him want to shrivel up and die.
Clarke held out both fists, “We’ll see each other again.”
They both fist bumped hers at the same time and then turned around, walking towards their plane, arguing as to who would buy what and how buying as island was the best thing to do. Clarke and Bellamy stood side by side, watching as the three planes slowly pulled out of the ware house and onto the runway.
They both stood, not daring to look at the other. “Her dad.” Bellamy stated.
Clarke turned to look at him, both eyebrows raised, “What?”
Bellamy looked at a space behind her shoulder and pointed to Octavia’s moving plane, “I missed her wedding because I was in Mexico, looking for her dad. (33)” Clarke’s eyes softened as he started to twist a strand of her hair, “I figured if she was going to get married, she might as well do it properly.”
Clarke placed a hand under his chin, lifting his head so that his eyes made contact with hers, “He didn’t want to see her?” she asked. Bellamy’s eyes said all they needed to and Clarke sighed, “Bell...” she muttered, placing her hands on his shoulders.
The light fell over Bellamy’s eyes and Clarke doesn’t remember what came over her and she grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.
His hand fisted in her hair, pulling at the strands and her mouth widened. His other hand balled the wet fabric of her shirt. Clarke threw her arms around his neck. It was a kiss. A simple kiss. A kiss like any other kiss.
But when Clarke’s head started to spin and her palms began to sweat, she realised this wasn’t a kiss like no other. Her heart beat was in her ears and she knew that this was a bad idea. But... he tasted like rust and stardust and when rust and stardust tasted like rainbows and made her feel like she was falling, she really didn’t care.
Her fingers tangled in his soft brown curls and his nails scratched at her skin, trying to keep her rooted before him. She groaned slightly as he pulled away with a smug smile on his face, his forehead pressed against hers. Clarke sighed and closed her eyes, shaking her head, and she ignored the tingling on her lips.
“You know, I’m going to miss you.” he whispered, the tips of his fingers carefully stroking her cheek.
Clarke choked on a laugh, “I’m going to miss you too.” She closed her eyes. Taking in, smelling, feeling the moment. The rare calm of the situation. She looked up at him and spotted the tears threatening to spill. She reached up, wiping the corners of his eyes. “Chin up. We just made 50 million each.”
Bellamy tilted his head, “I don't care about the 50 mill. (34)” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing her cheek, “When will I see you again?” he asked quietly.
Clarke sighed, “Give it four months? At least. Things need to die down.” she added.
Bellamy nodded, placing a kiss on her forehead, “Four months. I’ll be there.”
“Be where?” she mused.
Bellamy stepped away from her with the pouch in his hands. He shrugged with a smug smile on his face, “I have an idea. (35)” He smiled, turning around.
It came to her occurrence that, Bellamy had never walked away from her. Every time; Australia, Mexico, she had been the one to walk away. And just now did she understand the hurt he went through every time she turned around.
“Don’t get shot” she called.
He laughed, from halfway up the stairs and turned around, “Little late for that.” He joked. Clarke smiled and shook her head, turning around towards her own plane. Bellamy stopped at the door, waiting and then turned around, “Don’t get dead.” He yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth to call over the sound of Octavia’s plane taking off.
She turned around, walking backwards with her arms raised, “Already am” Bellamy shook his head and walked into his plane. Clarke crossed her arms and watched the door shut. She saw him through the window, sit down and close his eyes.
She shook her head, four months.
(29. What does that even mean?)
(30. He’s got his own Wikipedia page- no, like, seriously)
(31. Raven was thinking more; suicide squad)
(32. She so does)
(33. She nods along, but she already knew)
(34. Of course it’s a welcome extra)
(35. She’s a sentimental person- it’s obvious really)
“It has been confirmed. The bodies are those of our robbers. No money was recovered apart from nearly US$ 200,000 in cash floating around in that area. Our robbers’ identities have remained secret and will continue to remain secret as demanded by Interpol due to the possible retaliation of Mr Jaha on their remaining, living families.”
CROATIA – SIX MONTHS LATER.
Clarke grumbled into her cushion, mumbling about wanting more sleep. She rolled onto her back, dressed only in her underwear and she blinked against the sun streaming through her window. She sighed, holding her hand over her eyes.
She’d bought a villa at the top of hill, a spacious house that was situated on the edge of a cliff (She knew Bellamy would like that) with a pool and enough room to fit her entire team (You know, if the time ever called for it.)
She let her eyes open groggily and sniffed. It smelt like Bacon and eggs. She smiled, burying her face into her cushion. It smelt good. She could hear the distant humming of the radio and smiled at the soft melody that flooded her halls.
Her halls.
Shit. She sat up immediately, her hand reaching behind the head board for her gun. What kind of person breaks in, and makes breakfast? Clarke kicked the sheets off, slowly stepping out of her bed. She clocked it and held it up as she nudged the door open with her toe.
She stepped into the corridor, tip toeing lightly across the wood in the direction of her kitchen/ living room. The light was streaming through the sliding French doors. She walked silently into her living room and could finally see the entire kitchen.
The man whistled as his continued to cook. His shirt was thrown over a chair and he mumbled something as he turned around and poured the bacon onto the two plates. He looked up at her gun and froze. A grin made its way across his face and he continued to pour the bacon, “Morning princess.”
Clarke stared wide eyed, her heart stopped in her chest and she tightened her hand around the gun, “What...” she choked on her voice, “You’re dead. (36)” She croaked.
Bellamy shook his head, putting the pan down on the cooker. “Sorry to disappoint, but you’re not getting rid of me that easy.” He grinned simplistically.
Clarke gaped, her mouth open in defiance and she felt tears stinging her eyes, “You’re dead! (37)” She yelled, waving the gun.
Bellamy shook his head, pushing his hands into his jean pockets, “We’re all dead, remember?” he joked.
Clarke looked like her heart had been ripped from her chest. She dropped the gun onto the floor and Bellamy stared at her worriedly. She pointed at him, taking a step back, “No, no, you’re dead. Murphy killed you- Oh my-” She swayed and Bellamy ran forward, catching her before she fell.
“I got you Princess, you’re oaky.” His arms were secured around her bare waist as he carried her to her sofa. She held her hand to her head, rubbing her eyes. She leaned back and stared at him with a worried look. She reached out slowly, her fingers brushing his cheek and then she flinched back.
She suddenly shoved him roughly off the couch, “You’re two godamn months late!” She cried angrily.
He smiled up at her, “Sorry. I got shot, again.” He held out his hand and Clarke helped him stand up.
She glared at him, “Brazil. I heard.” She snapped and then took a deep breath. Bellamy reached for her shoulders but she pushed him off, stepping away. She took a deep breath, “How did you find me?” she asked, looking through the window while her leg bounced up and down.
Bellamy scoffed, throwing his arms wide, “Don’t tell me this is you hiding? You wanted me to find you. I mean, Croatia, really?” Clarke pursed her lips and shook her head.
“There’s only one US state were I’m not wanted, and, I mean, who goes to Utah voluntarily?” she mumbled as Bellamy pointed out of the window with raised eyebrows.
“A cliff. Now you’re just being cruel.” He grinned when she huffed, “Point is. You were easy to find.” He added.
Clarke shook her head, crossing her arms and looking at her feet. “I wanted Murphy to find me.” She explained quietly.
Bellamy frowned, standing next to her, “Why is that?” he whispered, his nose brushing the shell of her ear.
“I wanted to kill him.” She swallowed, “I thought you were dead.” Her voice cracked and Bellamy’s eyes softened, “When I didn’t hear anything I assumed he’d...” Her voice trailed off and she couldn’t bring herself to finish.
He stepped forward, taking her face in his hands and wiping the moisture under her eyes with his thumb, “I had to pretend to be dead. Murphy came after me and I needed to get off the grid. He knew I was looking for you and he assumed we were both in Brazil. I knew you were here. I sent him on a cold trail.”
Clarke frowned, taking his hand away from her cheek and holding it in hers, “You sacrificed yourself, for me?”
He smiled, tucking her hair behind her ears, “I’m not a Martyr princess (38). I just prefer you breathing. It was purely selfish.” He shrugged, his arms making their way around her waist, his arms brushing against her milky white skin.
She cocked her head, “How so?”
Bellamy shrugged as his fingers drew patterns on her back with the tip of his fingers, “I knew that I couldn’t live without you. So I made sure you lived so that I, as a consequence, lived as well.” He watched as Clarke’s eyes illuminated, “But hearing how you wanted to avenge my death kind of makes me feel all tingly inside.” She laughed, burying her face against his shoulder.
“You’re an idiot” she muttered against his skin.
He ran his fingers through her hair, “Maybe.”
She looked up at him, her fingers brushing over the new scar on his shoulder, “You got shot.” She stated.
He shrugged, “You got dead.” He replied.
Clarke placed an arm around his neck, “I guess we both broke our promises.” She whispered.
Bellamy cocked his head, a small smile on his lips as he tucked her hair behind her ears, “I’m trying to figure out a way to say that I’m in love with you but no words are coming to mind.” He whispered, rubbing her cheeks with his thumb.
She smiled, “I like the traditional way of saying them. You could always go traditional.” She suggested and Bellamy nodded.
“Alright then.” He looked up at her with a spark of excitement in his eyes, “Bonnie-” He started.
“We’re not Bonnie and Clyde.” She pointed out and he waved her off.
“Fine.” He smirked. He cleared his throat, “Clarke. I’m in love with you.”
Bellamy watched as a grin graced her face and her eyes crinkled. “That’s good because I’m in love with you.” And she’s never seen Bellamy smile so wide.
Then they kissed. It wasn’t like any of the other ones; this one was slow, sweet and warm. It was like a chocolate melting on her tongue and like she was falling through the air. She felt light and hot and her body was heating up.
His mouth tasted like honey dripping down her lips and like her was giving her everything. His soul, his life, he was breathing it into her. He wasn’t him, without her. That’s the way love worked. Bellamy pushed her back until they fell onto the couch. His hand sliding up her thigh until they jumped apart at a loud bang.
“You’re security system is embarrassing. It’s like you never even knew me.” Monty shook his head as he walked in to the living room with a bag slung over his shoulder and a packet of crisps in the other.
Clarke and Bellamy stared at him, “What the hell are you doing here?” she cried, reaching for a duvet and covering herself with it.
“How did you get in? (39)” Bellamy exclaimed, waving his hand in direction of the corridor, his other hand resting on her lower back to hold her close and behind him.
The windows slid open and Jasper stepped in, staring at them like they were idiots, “What’s with these windows? I could blow them apart with my pinkie finger.” He grimaced, tapping them with his knuckles.
“Oh my god, what’s happening?” Clarke grumbled, rubbing her forehead.
Octavia walked in from the corridor, the one that led to the spare bedrooms flipping through the messages on her phone and chewing piece of gum, “You’re locks are a joke, I got through that back door in, like, 2 seconds flat.” She warned.
“For god’s sake” Bellamy muttered, rubbing his eyes like a tired grandfather.
“What is going on?” Clarke enunciated, glancing around at all of them.
“Oh, Bellamy’s alive.” Jasper commented, slapping him on the back, “That’s nice to know.” He added sarcastically.
Raven appeared with a burger in her hand, she smiled at them and Clarke rolled her eyes. “And you, how did you get in?” she asked.
Raven swallowed a mouthful, “Oh... I used the front door. It was open.” She explained awkwardly, pointing behind her.
Clarke turned to glare at Bellamy, “You didn’t shut the front door?” She demanded, whacking him on the arm.
“Ow- I didn’t know we’d have people breaking in later on.” He hissed, rubbing the red spot on his skin.
Jasper rolled his eyes, stealing Raven’s burger, “I don’t like it when mommy and daddy fight. It makes me sad.” He mocked, swallowing a mouthful.
Bellamy and Clarke turned to glare at him, pointing their fingers in his direction, “No pyrotechnics!” they both yelled. Clarke stepped towards him, “I swear to God, if you blow anything up I’m going to kill you” she hissed menacingly.
Jasper simply grinned, throwing his arms around Bellamy and Clarke’s shoulder and pulling them in for a sideways hug, “Ah...” he sighed contently, closing his eyes, “Doesn’t it feel good to have the wonder team back together? (40)”
“Um-” Raven interrupted, holding up a finger as if to say hold on, “You mean suicide squad?”
(36. He’s dead, he’s dead, he's dead, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead. He’s goddamn fucking dead)
(37. Except he’s not)
(38. He is when it comes to her)
(39. Did he really just ask that to a bunch of criminals?)
(40. It really does)