In this version, Finn is not dead at the hands of Clarke – or the Grounders. I'm not going to go into how that happened mostly because I have been imagining this confrontation between Finn and Bellamy – over Clarke - so I'm going to write it
40. Of the 102 that reached the ground in those first few months, 40 now sat in their drop ship camp.
Though no words had been spoken, no order given, those left of the 100 instinctively returned to the dropship once they had escaped the fighting. Some just didn't know where Camp Jaha resided, but most returned because behind what was left of the make shift walls was home.
The night quietly came upon them. Someone had lit a fire, but it was an oddly warm, so it was mostly used for light. Some were sleeping the drop ship, but most were huddled by the fire, silently chatting about nothing, or sitting in the shadows – thinking dark thoughts, or crying for lost friends.
Bellamy, always the protector, kept watch out the front gate. If they were attacked by some new foe, all would be defeated easily. They were tired and had no weapon but the few guns, and the sticks and rocks that lay in the camp. Still he kept watch.
Clarke had been silently watching him.
She had been recaptured by Mount Weather as they had been trying to free their friends. In a last ditch effort to save himself, the son of the president had the doctor trying to dissect her bone marrow when Finn, Jasper, and a few of the others burst in. Her two captors were shot dead. After that, they had escaped easily and made their way to camp, where Bellamy, Octavia, and the rest of the 100 – as they still called themselves, even with their dwindling numbers - waited in anticipation. As soon as the stragglers were in the walls, a sigh of relief was let loose by the whole camp.
Bellamy finally stood, the first real movement in the camp, so he caught everyone's attention. He walked towards the fire, and the boys – his boys – stood, like greeting royalty of old. Clarke smiled in spite of herself. Murphy (himself standing) had always called Bellamy the King. Bellamy nodded and everyone sat, still keeping an eye on him, though he made no proclamation. He just stood and surveyed his people.
Finn came over to Clarke. Raven, though she had not been in the rescue due to her leg, had met them here. She was now sleeping next to Octavia, Monty, and a few of the others who had been rescued. Jasper was sitting next to them, keeping them safe though he looked too weak to put up much defense. From what Clarke understood, he had used his blood as a filter maybe one to many times. Though no one said it, there was fear his immunity to the radiation was weaker now, but that was not something she was going to think about now.
Bellamy handed his gun to Murphy, who was sitting next to the fire. The King then turned and walked out the flimsy gate. He didn't run out, nor walk with really much purpose, but Clarke stood up to follow. Everyone shifted, but no one got up to follow her, though she felt their stares.
She followed Bellamy until they reached the falls. Neither had weapons, but neither was scared. They were too tired for that – if they died, they might finally feel peace. Bellamy sat on a rock next to the river, staring out. The moon was full and the night was bright. Clarke sat next to him.
They sat is quiet until Bellamy spoke. "I'm sorry, Clarke."
She was taken aback and just blinked at him, "For what?"
"I left you in that mountain. I didn't save you…?"
"Bellamy. You saved 40 of our people! Most of them injured and sick and confused, but you got them home. What are you apologizing for?"
"But, I left you…"
"Bellamy…" she was cut off by his lips on hers. The kiss was not soft or smooth, their lips were dry and cracked, and he had a number of cuts on his lips that he wasn't letting heal. She tasted blood and dirt. It was nothing romantic like in the books she'd read, nor passionate and yearning like the ones she'd shared with Finn. This was different. Not lustful or needy. It was love, but Earth love. Simple and present, scared and strong all at once. And gone too soon, as his face traveled from hers.
His voice was shaking – like that night in the woods when they had barely escaped Dax. He whispered, though there was no one around to hear. "I…I don't know what I would do without you." His eyes were searching every bit of her face, as if trying to commit it to memory. His hand had made its way to her hair and he pushed it behind her ear. "I…"
"Clarke?" Finn was standing in the clearing. It startled both of them, but neither Bellamy nor Clarke stood. They watched as Finn came from the woods. Behind him Raven, Murphy, Jasper, Monty, Miler, Octavia and a few of the others who had been awake came out of the shadows.