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Bellamy POV

This is absurd. I feel like I've been walking in circles. I swear I've passed the same tree multiple times. I sigh. I don't have any idea how we expect to get our friends out of Mount Weather in the conditions we're in. We need the grounders. Octavia has always seen that. I grin to myself. Somewhere down the line my little sister grew wise and not so little anymore.

I decide to head back to camp, calling the scouting trip a wash, and planning to try again tomorrow. It was then that I heard a noise behind me. I spun, hand going to my gun out of reflex. Standing atop the bank above me was a massive grounder, ready to jump me. I'm annoyed before afraid; how are we to work together if we're still attacking each other in the woods?

Before I can think, the grounder is in front of me and twists the gun from my hands, chucking it into the woods. He's strong. Really strong. And fast. This is no ordinary grounder; he's along the lines of Lincoln. I fight back, matching the man move for move, but the grounder is faster; and grabs my neck and hurls me against a tree. I see spots in front of my eyes as my head explodes in pain. I can't get up just yet, and I can see the grounder approaching me. I look for something to use against him - a rock, a stick, anything. Before I pick up the closest rock though, I hear another pair of boots hit the ground. Shit, I think. Another one?

"Do you people just disregard the word truce?" It was a girl's voice, speaking in some accent I had heard before but couldn't identify. I tried to focus on her, but could still only see blurry shapes as my eyes slowly came back into focus after having my brains knocked about. What I could tell is that the girl was probably a fourth of this grounder's size, and I have no idea what she thinks she's doing.

The grounder turns from me to her. He speaks in the grounder language I have barely grasped a few words of, and the girl responds, heatedly. My eyes adjust, and I can see her clearly now. She's about Raven's size, and is wearing a dark purple jacket with a hood, and it seems that the hood has a mask attached that covers the top of her face to the tip of her nose, with two circles cut out around her eyes. She's also wearing dark pants and boots, but it's her weapon that catches the most of my attention. She's wielding a double edged sword, and one that looks like it might break apart in the middle. Who was she? She didn't have face paint like a grounder, nor clothing like one, and she seems at odds with this man. Were there even more people around here? I'm not sure I can handle any more enemies at the moment.

The grounder is still yelling something incomprehensible to me, and the girl is nonchalantly twirling her sword around in her hands.

"The sky people know nothing of losing brethren to the mountain," he spoke gruffly in english. "Nor do you people of the night." He spat at her. Her head suddenly snaps up to the grounder, and before he can think, she's used her swords to gain leverage and flip him, holding her sword to his throat.

"We all have lost people in the mountain, you moron. Hence the truce," she twists the sword a little deeper and he grunts. "You're not supposed to be attacking them anymore so we can all get ALL of our people out. Then we can hack each other to bits if you so desire."

I almost grin at her statement, but the second passes as the grounder throws the girl off him and grabs her sword. Before I can even stand to help, he pushes the sword through her abdomen and she screams. The bastard laughs.

Her scream jolts me out of my blurred stupor and I'm sharp again. I jump up and tackle the grounder before he can get up and finish the job. I grab my knife and jab it into his shoulder. He yells, but it's not nearly enough to take him down. He starts at me again, so I start punching him, disorienting him. Anything to distract him, because I notice that the girl has stood up, sword still in abdomen. How she's standing, I have no idea. I think she should be dead. But she has already unhooked the other sword and has it ready. She gives me a look and a quick nod, telling me to get out of the way. I don't hesitate, and good thing, because she jabs the other sword through his back and through his chest, right into the space where I was standing second before. He sputters, and falls face first to the ground. I let out a breath I've been holding. Too much flirting with death happens on the ground. I'm about over it. And even through a truce. Maybe the grounders weren't to be trusted after all. Who is to say they won't turn on us the second they get what they want? Lexa is a child, what would make them agree to her truce? Already, some do not. I shake my head from my thoughts as I see the girl collapse to the ground behind the now-lifeless grounder. I hurry and kneel at her side. Her wound is bad. I'm afraid if I try to remove the sword, it will bleed uncontrollably. But if I don't, then I have no idea how to get her back to camp, and I have to get her to Abby if she has any chance of living. I remember watching Clarke work on various knife wounds, and I know if it's pulled the wrong way, it can cause massive internal damage, which could kill her on the spot. But how do I carry her without causing more damage from the sword? I make a decision that I will wrap my jacket around it, and her wound, and keep it from sliding in anymore. I don't know if that's the right answer or not; I wish Clarke or Abby were here, I am not a medic.

"Hey, we don't make a bad team do we?" I force a smile. She looks at me. The fight had knocked down her hood/mask, and her face is absolutely beautiful. Her eyes are a bright brown-gold, reflecting the sunlight in them, and her hair is a dark brown, complimenting her pale skin. I have never been so taken aback by someone before. She gives a small smile.

"How bad is it?" She asks quietly, clearly trying not to let on her pain.

"It's bad," I start taking off my jacket to wrap around the wound. "I'm going to take you back to my camp, we have a really good doctor there who can help, okay?"

She nods, eyes starting to roll back.

"Hey, hey, stay with me." I work fast to secure the jacket on her to try to stop the bleeding. I have to lift her to get the jacket on the back side of the wound, because the sword went all the way through. "This is going to hurt, just stay with me." She yells in pain, but I get the jacket around her. Luckily it seems like the sword is wedged in there well, and doesn't move when I move her. It's a quality sword. "What's your name?" I ask while working.

"Evelyn," she replies distantly. I'm losing her.

"Evelyn, I'm Bellamy. And I need you to stay awake, okay? Stay with me, I'm going to help you, I won't let anything else happen to you."

She gives another small nod, and I know there's nothing I can do to subdue the pain with picking her up. I do it as gently as possible, but she is passed out by the time I stand all the way up. Probably for the better, but I position my hand so I can feel her pulse as I hurry back to camp. It's there, but weak. I have to get her there fast.

When I arrive at camp, I'm shouting for people to open the gates and get Abby. Luckily, Abby has some kind of sixth sense for injured people, and is already next to me before I'm hardly through the entrance.

"Bellamy what happened?" She asks desperately as she and a few others help me with Evelyn.

"I was out scouting," I say breathlessly. "And I was attacked by a grounder. She came out of nowhere and saved my life, but the grounder got her. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know if I should take it out of her or leave it, I just didn't know, but I couldn't leave her out there…" my voice is frantic and Abby puts a free hand on my shoulder.

"Bellamy you did the right thing. It could have killed her instantly if you pulled it out. You gave her the best chance she has," she says gently.

I nod. "Her name is Evelyn," I say, my voice still wavering.

"What is she? She doesn't look like a grounder," Jackson observes as we get her on the table in the med bay and Abby starts barking orders.

"I have no idea, but she's no grounder."

Abby works quickly, and she looks to me.

"Bellamy, you can stay if you're going to help. If you can't handle it, you need to go."

"I'm staying," I say instantly, rolling up my sleeves. She studies me, making sure I'm not about to break apart. I know it's rare for them to see this side of me, but I don't care. I have to save this girl. I have to at least try. "I'm okay, Abby. Just tell me what you need me to do." Thankfully my voice has steadied out. I take a deep breath, regaining my composure. Abby is satisfied with this and nods.

"Hold her down. This is going to hurt," she says, hands on the sword. "Once it's out, we have to work fast to stop the bleeding, and check for internal bleeding. We can't stop, we just have to work, got it?"

Jackson and I nod and get on either side of her and Abby counts to three, and pulls the sword. Evelyn instantly wakes and screams in pain.

"Evelyn, honey, you're going to be okay, just hold on," Abby says, throwing the sword to the ground and grabbing the bandages. She yells at someone to get Lincoln and his clotting herbs. Evelyn's terrified and pain-filled eyes look to me. I wish I could take it from her. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't be in pain.

"Bellamy," she says distantly. Her saying my name works through me like magic, and stops my heart.

"You're going to be okay," I grasp her hand.

"It hurts," she says so softly, it's almost a whisper.

"I know, I know. But just stay strong, okay? Stay with us."

She squeezes my hand ever so slightly in response before passing out again. I look to Abby desperately, only to be met with her curious eyes. Yes, I know I'm not known for my gentleness but is everyone really that surprised?

Lincoln arrives, breaking our contact. He stops dead at the sight of her.

"A night person," he says quietly.

"Yeah, that's what the grounder called her," I say. "Who are they?"

LIncoln looks at me and gives a sad smile. "They're the only reason we haven't all killed each other by now. We cannot lose her. The night people are a rare gift to his world." And with that, he and Abby set to work.

"You're lucky you got her here when you did," Abby is covered in blood up to her elbows. We all are. "She wouldn't have lasted much longer with all that internal bleeding."

I nod, looking at Evelyn on the table. She's paler than the sheet she's under, but she is alive. Abby is a miracle worker.

"Bellamy...are you sure we can trust her?" Abby asks gently. I understand where she's coming from; we haven't exactly been having the best of luck in that department lately.

"I don't know," I answer honestly. "She saved my life. She was against the grounder attacking me. I don't know anything else."

She nods. "Well I trust you. We'll keep someone on watch with her until she comes to, and be ready for aggression."

"I'll stay with her," I volunteer quickly. Abby raises an eyebrow at me, and then nods.

"Alright, but clean up first. Don't want to scare the poor girl with her own blood."

I manage a small grin, and go to the water bucket in the corner. Evelyn's clothes, along with her swords and my knife are laying on the ground next to the bucket, drying off. I grabbed both her sword and my knife from the grounder before taking off back to camp. A weapon like that would have had to take time to make, so I figured she would want it back. I take the cloth and scrub at my arms. We had worked for what seemed like hours to stop the bleeding. It had been messy, but it worked. Now we just had to wait for her to wake up, and hopefully combat any infection. I can feel Abby studying me from behind. I know she's confused as to why I brought this girl back, as to why I feel such an intense need to save her and not leave her. And I don't have an answer for her. I can't explain my attraction to her, but it's undeniable, and stronger than anything I have ever felt.

Even so, I am not someone who would leave someone for dead, if they were not trying to hurt us. She saved my life, it was only fair.

But I certainly wasn't leaving her now.

I turned back to face Abby as I dried off my arms. She was examining the intricate tattoos on Evelyn's arm. They started in black at her chest and connected to her left arm in a delicate pattern. The black faded to dark purples and blues as it traced down her arm and around her hand. It was beautiful, and vastly different from grounder tattoos.

"These aren't grounder tattoos," Abby remarked. I nodded.

"Lincoln said the night people are a rare gift. She's obviously well trained."

"You don't stand up with a sword in your stomach and kill someone without being well trained," Abby replied, a slight grin. "She's strong. That should have killed her. But that means there's more of them, and we have to be careful. She may have saved your life, but that doesn't mean she and her people are our friends."

I nod, knowing she's right.

"She will have to be monitored for infection," Jackson said. I almost forgot he was here. "Call one of us if she comes to, and check her forehead every so often. If she starts burning up, we're going to have to work fast."

"Alright," I reply. Jackson nods and heads out of the room. Abby smiles at me as she leaves behind him. I plop down on a makeshift chair next to her cot. I play with my knife between my hands, waiting for her to wake up.