Who: Bellamy and Clarke What: Bell hasn't been living in the house of love and good vibes. So Clarke finds him. When: Bendy time, after his talk with Lincoln Where: Next to his motel hotel he living in Warnings: Angst, maybe violence, language and sexy times.
Bellamy had been searching for Damon's brother all night with him. It was as if they scaled a few parts of Salem, the places where they thought they could have been, but of course, they came up with nothing. Bellamy was helping him, not only because they were friends, but if something had happened to Octavia, and she was taken, there was nothing he wouldn't have done either and as friends, he would have expected Damon's help. He knew there were only two people who mattered to Damon, the pretty girl he had on his arm and then his brother. It was almost mirrored. Not that he thought of Clarke as a pretty girl he had on his arm, but she was one of the two he cared about most - even loved.
Despite his talk with Lincoln, Bellamy didn't go home. He had no plans of going home anytime soon. And it wasn't because he was trying to be a dick, or he was making whatever they were going through about him, at least not directly. Octavia hadn't talked to him for months. Bellamy felt it, he felt the anger, the disappointment, the hatred. A look from Octavia could cut him down and he was the reason she felt that way. She had a way to start over here. To have a life, even if it was without Lincoln, but now he was here. He was with her. It was something she wanted, something she even deserved and he wasn't going to stand in the way of that, he wasn't going to be the reason she was still angry even while he was here. Lincoln had told him that he held no grudges against Bellamy.
Lincoln was a better man than Bellamy.
No, Bellamy was living for the time being in a pay by the week hotel that was close to his job and it was suiting him fine. He went to the bar a couple of nights a week, but it wasn't everynight and he came back to the hotel and heated up a tv dinner. He didn't think of it as being a lowlife. He had definitely lived in worse places.
It was after he and Damon had separated for the night that he was heading back to the hotel. It was late at night, he wasn't even sure what time it was. He wasn't paying attention, but he heard footsteps. Bellamy was armed with his hunting knife, a gun and even a taser as he walked along the sidewalk. It wasn't that long ago that he had gotten jumped and he remembered Clarke being there. If she wasn't, he honestly wasn't sure what would have happened. He wasn't armed that night, but since then, he was every time he left.
He was passing a dark alley and he glanced around. He was alone. Utterly and truly alone and it sounded like the footsteps were getting closer, more rushed. His mind was playing tricks on him - he was being paranoid and a man who was paranoid with a gun was never a good match. He turned the corner, seeing the sign for the row of hotel rooms he was living in now and he reached for his waistband where his gun was strapped and he pressed the safety off before suddenly, he was turned, a gun pointed in ... "Fuck, Clarke, what the hell are you doing?" He asked and put the safety back on before sliding the gun back in the holster.