Iva, I'm sorry perhaps you've been asked this before but what would your ending of the 100 look like?
aw thank you so much for the question, nonnie! in fact i think i've answered this before indeed but i have no idea where I've put that ask or if i kept it so, let me answer you as quick and ordered as possible.
it's funny cause i was thinking about this last night, you know? their ending and i once again concluded that i'd have loved for the final episode to just show them in their own place, with their OWN land, building a camp or planning how to build one.
i always saw clarke and bellamy on top of a cliff, away from everyone else while say miller, monty, o, madi, jasper, gabe they were all just down there planning, talking.
i could see miller making a joke, monty rolling his eyes but playfully and harper carrying a heavy piece of wood saying something like "And they said women weren't strong enough, I did half the work today while you two flirted."
Bellamy and Clarke would overhear and laugh, in fact Bellamy would find her there, sitting and observing them-he'd have spotted her from the clearing and she'd have been staring at him for a while-he was bossing the others around but not in a heavy, orderly way, no he was just saying what had to be done like the early days of the dropship and then she watched him chop wood with Miller and discuss how to build a wall around their camp;
he'd seen her from a far but he could swear she was smilling so he tossed on a shirt and climbed up there;
his knee cracked when he sat by her side, his back protested and she heard that too but she just smiled and made a mental note to make sure that he doesn't overwork himself with this project;
knowing bellamy he'd want to do all the heavy lifting himself and spare the kids and she'd be left massaging the knots from his back and scolding him for being an idiot;
she could already imagine it, she was that close to huffing when she saw the splinters in his hand that needed to be taken out;
"Enjoying the view, princess?" he'd ask and she'd duck her head shyly, embarrasingly like she did sometimes with him when he made her feel young and silly;
"Camp's turning quite nice." she'd finally say and he'd smirk again;
"I wasn't talking about that." that'd earn him a slap on the chest and he'd put his hand over dramatically saying "Ouch!"
"Oh, don't be a baby, you have more splinters in your hands than you have braincells, Bellamy."
"That's mean, princess." he'd huff but she'd take his fingers in her hands and start taking some of them out with her nails, she knows she'll need a tweezer later but for now this was the best she could do.
He jumps a bit every time she gets rid of one but she throws him a look suggesting he stopped being a child so he mostly takes it with his typical Bellamy "I'm all fine" stoicism as he observes the clearing below them.
"I was thinking we put your cabin closer to the medbay, so it'd be easier for you to access it when you need to."
"That's in the center of the clearing, it's the best spot."
"Well you are our leader, after all." he adds and she stops, raising her eyebrows at him.
"Where will your cabin be then?” she prods and he gets all blushy and shy, rubbing the back of his neck as if preparing to be scolded.
“Closer to the outside walls, so I can be there when the others need me too.”
“No!” she argues and drops his hand. It falls on her thigh and she feels the warmth of him on her body as he immideately squeezes it for a short moment “No way!”
“It makes sense.”
“No! No, it doesn’t!”
“Clarke, this is the dropship all over again-it’s calmer and more peaceful but we still need you to heal us and they still need me to protect them.” Clarke jerks her head away and huffs annoyed.
“You’re so stupid!”
“Excuse me?” he asks dumbfounded, already getting in his grumpy, ready-to-fight-her face but she shakes her head stubbornly and instead moves her hand up to cup his cheek which surprises him so much that he almost jumps again like when she was cleaning his hand.
It feels so warm to have her there, so good.
“You’re not less than me or anyone else-” she whispers staring right into his eyes, boring the words into his brain and hoping they stayed this time “You’re not a footsoldier that gets to jump at the first sign of an attack and risk your life to prevent us from getting hurt.”
“We’re doing this together-all of us.” Clarke insists “And yes, you and I are calling the shots and guiding them all what and how to do stuff but I won’t let you continue living this way.” he tilts his head confused like he has no idea what she means and that just breaks her heart further “As if your life’s expendable-” he looks down somewhat ashamed now as if she caught him on it but she doesn’t let him hide, no she picks his chin and forces him to look at her again “Because it’s not, okay?” he nods a little “I can’t hear you, Bellamy.”
“Alright.” he finally lets out though bregrungingly. “We’ll have it your way but you’ll have to make room for my cabin then and we’ll take more space.”
“How about we don’t and instead built one that we share?” that makes his eyes widen in surprise and Clarke thinks for a second that she overstepped but then his lips melt in a warm and very wide smile and he nods eagerly.
“Okay...yeah, that’ll work.”
“Yeah?” she asks uncertain, her voice high-pitched and worried.
“Absolutely.” he assures and pulls her in for a warm hug, she wraps her arms around him and she knows, just like she always had, that home won’t be that cabin, it’d be his arms.
And then there’s a flashback to perhaps seventy or so years later. The camp has grown, children are running around free, there are grounders and skaipeople all living together in peace, a camp fire in the middle with children huddled around an old lady with white hair and glasses, who’s going through a thick book of drawings.
Then we hear them say.
“Grandma Madi, grandma Madi, tell us about Clarke and Bellamy again!” they beg “Tell us about Raven and Monty! Tell us about the hundred!” and we see Madi smile and scold them to keep quiet as she opens the book on page one and we see Bellamy, Clarke and O back at the dropship when they frist landed.
“This story began about a hundred years ago with a hundred children-”
And the kids finish her sentence enthusiastically.
“That were send down on earth to die!”
Madi smiles, the last shot is her looking down at the picture of Bellamy and Clarke, we fade to black-
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