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Prompt: Bellamy doesn't know what happened to Jake Griffin, but he has a question he wants to ask him.

It was a week after the Ark landed that Bellamy asked her.

"Hey, Princess, when am I gonna meet your dad?"

Clarke froze from sorting her herbs. Bellamy had met her mother of course, the two had shared thin smiles, shaken hands, and then parted ways. He'd never asked about her dad and she'd never told. She hadn't realised until then that he had no idea what had been the fate of her father. Why Bellamy would want to meet him was beyond her, it wasn't exactly mandatory for their role as co-leaders to know each other's histories. She supposed he just didn't like feeling like she had one up on him. She knew all about Aurora, and then about as much about his father as he did. But she wasn't ready to open that gate.

"Uh, he's probably really busy," she tried to say flippantly. If she could stall him enough then maybe he would just forget it, then she could use the next Grounder attack or natural disaster as an excuse. At Bellamy's confused look, she began to ramble. "He loved the earth more than anyone. He's probably off exploring, or being the Chief Mechanic and helping with the Ark."

Bellamy was quiet for a few moments as he eyed her. Clarke tried not to show how uncomfortable it was making her and went back to her herbs. "What do you mean by 'loved'?"

Clarke's hands stuttered for a moment. "I'm sorry?"

"You said loved, not loves," Bellamy said, a little firmly this time. "What, did he suddenly get bored?"

Clarke's mind raced. She hated how perceptive Bellamy could be. "Oh, uh, my bad. Slip of the tongue. He's probably just busy."

"So if I asked Raven, who's probably been working with him since they're both mechanics, what he's like, she'd know exactly who I was talking about?" Bellamy said without pause, staring right at her.

"Y-Yep." Talking was becoming harder. Clarke's throat was starting to close up. She quickly shut her herbs box and stored it away before standing up. "I'm going to go see if anyone needs me. See you later, Bellamy."

She all but sprinted away from him and didn't hear his reply.

Over the next week Clarke avoided Bellamy like a Grounder plague. Every time she needed something she would send Jasper or Octavia like a back and forth messaging service. If he tried to find her himself then she would make up an excuse. She knew he was starting to notice, she would catch him watching her from across camp, or over the camp fires. His gaze was always piercing, trying to cut through all the walls she had built. But what she found even more strange was, during her week basically abstaining from him, she found herself missing his company. His sarcastic jokes and the way he would call her Princess. How caring and protective he could be towards her when he sensed something was wrong. Even his damn stubbornness and perceptiveness – which she was still trying to convince herself was the reason they were in this mess.

Bellamy, in turn, hadn't stopped watching her. There were times when he knew she'd caught him, but he knew there were also times when she had no idea he was around – especially those times when he caught her sneaking in and out of camp in the dead of night or even in the middle of the day. She had been doing it before she began avoiding him, but her wanderings were becoming more frequent and it worried him. He also watched the way her eyes would glass over when she was around and she would lose herself in her thoughts, and he bet they were about her dad. Ever since their talk when he'd asked to meet him – he genuinely wanted to, he wanted to see if her old man would like him – she'd been acting distant and he was smart enough to put two and two together. He had a sinking feeling he knew why he had yet to meet the man, but he couldn't be sure. He hadn't asked Abby, or Kane, or anyone about it, it wasn't his place to know if Clarke didn't want to tell him. But, if possible, he had to talk to Mr. Griffin, and he wouldn't take no for an answer.

It was a day after the week was up, and Clarke was moving shiftily towards the camps boundaries, that a hand clamped over her arm and pulled her into a firm chest. She would've screamed if it hadn't of been for a familiar chuckle against the back of her neck.

"Takin' a walk in the woods, Princess?" His tone was exactly the same as it was that day: cocky, condescending and covering whatever he was really up to. Clarke pushed his hands from her and turned. Sure enough, there was Bellamy, smirking down at her.

"What are you doing?" she said thinly.

"I should be asking you that, Princess. This is the third time this week you've snuck out." He leaned down so that they were eye level. "I've been counting."

"You've been watching me," Clarke accused.

"And you've been ignoring me, sneaking out, putting yourself in danger. The camp needs their medic, Princess, so yes I've been watching you."

"My mother's here now and she's training other people to be medics, Bellamy, you can't use that excuse anymore. Just admit that you don't give a shit about me, you just don't like being in control of everything."

Bellamy's eyes darkened as he took a step closer. Clarke felt a rush of fear as he backed her against a tree, never breaking his gaze from her. In a tone she'd never heard him use on anyone, Bellamy growled, "It's none of your business who I give a shit about, Clarke." She found herself nodding and he backed away a few inches, not enough to give her room to breathe, but enough for her to feel the heat leave her cheeks. "Now, why have you been sneaking out."

"None of your business," Clarke said, almost as if by automatic. His eyebrow arched and he let out a frustrated sigh.

"Okay, put a pin in that and come back to it later," he grunted. "Why have you been avoiding me?"

"That's none of your busine-"

She stopped herself when he gave her a look. She had to admit defeat on that, this did actually involve him, she just didn't want him to know why. It was silly when she thought about it, what was wrong with him knowing that her dad was dead, that it had been her mother that killed him? Maybe it was because they had finally reached a level of respect that worked for them. Maybe it mattered that his view of her, of the Princess, had been born out of her Councilwoman mother and her Chief Mechanic father. She could work with this version of how he treated her. But she had to agree that she wasn't being fair. Bellamy had told her everything about himself, not that he had really wanted to, but he had. It was her turn now.

In a move that shocked both of them, she reached out and grabbed his hand in hers. "Come with me."

He didn't argue, and let her lead him through the trees. The further they went, the more he wanted to scold her. She had been coming out this far everyday and he had never realised just how far she was going. The forest floor began to incline upwards and Bellamy realised they were now travelling uphill, towards some rocky outcroppings that were the starts of the mountains. They walked upwards until Clarke veered off towards an overhanging. Bellamy followed without question and when he rounded the corner his breath fled from his lungs.

Clarke had led them to a cliff side that overlooked the forest and, if he squinted, he could see the outline of the camp. Whether she planned it or was just got lucky, but Bellamy could tell that she could watch the sunset behind the camp and didn't doubt that the view would be breathtaking. At the edge of the cliff was a grove of dug up earth with a large stone at the head. Clarke stood in front of it and it took a few minutes for Bellamy to snap out of it stand beside her.

"Bellamy Blake, meet Jake Griffin." Bellamy could hear the wobble in Clarke's voice but when he turned to look at her, she was already looking up at him. "He was floated last year when he wanted to reveal the Ark's system failure. They thought it would cause mass panic, so they killed him and locked me away. It was my mom who sold him out to Jaha –" Bellamy was infinitely glad he had decided against asking Abby Griffin – "He never got to see the earth. It was all he ever wanted, so I made a grave for him where he could see the whole world...I've been coming here more often because, without you, I didn't know who else to talk to."

Bellamy let it all sink in. He didn't take his eyes off the grave. It definitely wouldn't be big enough for a fully grown man but it didn't matter anyway. Clarke watched him, but his growing silence was beginning to eat away at her. He thought it was stupid, he must do.

"Bellamy?" she asked but he remained silent. "Please say something."

Before her eyes, Bellamy broke from his trance, walked towards the headstone, and sat down in front of it, cross legged with his hands sitting comfortably in his lap.

"Hi, Mr. Griffin," he said in the most relaxed tone Clarke had ever heard from him. "My name's Bellamy Blake. Can I call you Jake? Anyway, I've been wanting to talk to you for a while now, I'm just sorry it took so long. I just wanted to tell you that your daughter is one of the most amazing people I have ever met. She's smart and beautiful, which we both know is a dangerous combination." He chuckled like he was sharing a joke and Clarke could picture the way her dad would laugh with him so well it nearly brought her to tears. "But in all seriousness, I do think she's incredible. She's saved my ass more times than I can count. She takes care of everyone before she'll even think of taking care of herself. It drives me nuts but you probably know better than anyone what she's like. She was the first person I ever told about my mom, you know? And she loves Octavia as well. Octavia is my sister, by the way. I know, a sister, I bet you'd have a few things to say about that – a lot of people do – but something tells me you'd be one of the first to smile and joke about it..."

Clarke watched as Bellamy continued to chat with the grave stone. He talked more about his family, then about the camp and to Clarke's surprise he even chatted about his life on the Ark and what his dreams used to be. As he did, Clarke came and sat beside him. Halfway through she lent her head on his shoulder and dozed off, his voice lulling her into a light sleep as he kept on talking. When she woke up, the sky had gone pink and was getting darker, but Bellamy was still talking away and Clarke wondered how long she had been asleep for.

"I never apologized to her about Wells," That immediately got Clarke's attention. "I'm sure he's up there with you, he must be, he was a great guy. He didn't have to come down, he chose to - for Clarke. I'm sure you knew how much he loved her, he's probably told you everything by now. I...I never wanted Charlotte to do that to him, I didn't even know what her demons were. If you do see him up there can you please tell him how sorry I am, and I promise I'll never stop trying to make it up to Clarke for losing her best friend."

Clarke never knew Bellamy felt guilty over Wells' death, and from the slight timbre in his voice, Clarke realized he had been holding this in for a while. There was a long pause as Bellamy just sat there, picking at the grass. At first Clarke was afraid he'd gotten upset, but his shoulders weren't shaking and he wasn't fidgeting like she knew he did when he was fighting his emotions. The quiet lasted so long she was starting to fall back asleep.

"...So there's kind of a big reason why I wanted to talk to you so badly." This peeked Clarke's interest. By the sudden nervous tone of his voice Clarke had a feeling he wouldn't be saying this if he knew she was awake. "You see...God this is actually harder than I thought...I really wanted to be able to ask you this in person. Okay, here goes...I really like your daughter, as in as more than a co-leader or a friend should. If anything I've been saying for the past half hour reached you, you'll know it's true. She's my Co-Leader, my best friend and my Princess, and I'd do anything for her. I wanted to ask you if it would be okay if I told her that I wanted to be with her. We don't get many pleasures down here – life is nothing like we expected it would be – but I just want to be the one that makes it easier, more fun, more enjoyable, for Clarke. I know that if any man wanted to be with my sister then I'd want them to ask me, so I figured I'd ask you first. Is there any way you could tell me if it would be okay?"

At that moment Clarke saw the first star start to appear in the sky. It was alone, but shone brighter than any star she had ever seen. She smiled at the same time Bellamy sighed, a sad sounding 'I guess not' leaving his lips. She sighed herself and nuzzled her face against his neck.

"You know, people used to wish on something called the evening star."

Bellamy almost jumped at her voice and silently prayed that she was only just waking up. He feigned a chuckle, holding her a little closer. "Oh yeah, how does that work?"

"You sing the rhyme," Clarke said before taking a breath. "Starlight, star bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight."

She felt more than heard Bellamy chuckle as she shut her eyes, sending a silent wish and a thank you towards the stars. When she opened her eyes she found Bellamy looking at her.

"So what did you wish for?" he asked.

Clarke smiled as she leaned closer to him. He dipped his head, thinking she was going to whisper it to him. She took the opportunity and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. His eyes widened for a second and she giggled against him, before his brain caught up and he swooped in for another kiss, this time much longer. When they broke apart – one of his hands had found their way into her hair while the other was pressing her into his lap – they were panting with their foreheads pressed together.

"Did you steal my wish?" Bellamy asked against her lips and she smiled at his cheesiness, shaking her head. She kissed a path to his ear and whispered,

"I wished my dad would say yes."

Again, a little fluffy, but I liked the idea. Like always, send me prompts - The more imaginative the better - and I'll write up the ones I like the best.

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