Hope you guys like this! I may or may not do another chapter if I get enough reviews or requests.

I dont own The 100 (but I do love it).

It was over in 5 seconds. That's all it took. In a normal day, 5 seconds is nothing. You blink and five seconds have gone by. But today was no normal day and this was no normal situation.

Earlier that day, Clarke had gotten a phone call for her to meet Bellamy at the restaurant bar their friends all visited regularly. He didn't say what it was about but it sounded urgent. Octavia was off on her babymoon with Lincoln, so it couldn't be about her. Whatever it was about, Bellamy wouldn't pull her out of her art for no reason so she changed from her paint splatter clothes and put on a fresh pair of dark jeans and her favorite maroon top with her black leather jacket. Not too fancy, but not clothes that said she just woke up either. A brief check on her hair and make-up and she was out the door.

He was ten minutes late, which wasn't unusual for him. Always running around like a chicken with its head cut off, and this was no exception. Bellamy came running in, breathing hard, his black hair tussled slightly more than usual. His brown eyes were lit up, wide with excitement. She loved how when he was excited about things his whole being changed. Usually it was about something with history, some new student had come to him with questions and he was excited to be of help.

Five seconds was a long time.

Five.

"Clark, you won't believe this," he started before he even sat down at the table. She raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, knowing that he wouldn't leave her any room to talk. His eyes met hers and she could feel her heart race, his excitement catching. "I think I found-"

But before he could finish the sentence, three loud pops sounded. Gunshots.

Four.

Bellamy pushed Clarke to the ground And she dropped fast, her heart racing for a different reason now. After living in a rough neighborhood to save up money to use her art as a job, she was used to the sound but that didn't make her panic any less. Quickly, Clarke fumbled for her cell phone, looking back at where the noise had come from. She saw someone on the ground and a dark substance leaking below them.

Three.

Finally, she found her phone and as she dialed 9-1-1, Clarke looked next to her, where Bellamy had pushed her from.

Two.

Instead of meeting his eyes and knowing they would be ok, her eyes continued to drift downwards to where Bellamy laid on the floor, blood leaking from his stomach.

One.

In a flash, she was on him putting pressure on the wound her brief medic training kicking in. He wouldn't die. He couldn't die. Clarke couldn't lose her best friend, her family. Her dad had died when she was in high school and her mom hadn't been much of a presence in her life after that. Bellamy had been the constant in her life that had kept her together. She'd finally figured out her feelings for him and had been working on an art piece to show him. Of course he would know the second he saw it what it meant. What she was trying to tell him. He always had been able to read her like a book.

In just five seconds, her life had changed course. In just five seconds, she knew she couldn't lose him. Five seconds.