Authors Note: What? I've been absent for how long you say? I'm publishing a new story and not updating one of my other longer fics? What's this word responsibility you speak of?

But I- *Runs away and prays for forgiveness as I fade off into the distance*

I think this story is basically going to be a collection of missing scenes I think should be in the 100 Season 3. Primarily all Bellarke.

This takes place at the end of 3x03

He doesn't know why she's running after him, calling out his name like she is actually going to say something that matters.

She already made her choice.

"Bellamy please"

Then her hand is on his shoulder, soft but firm, tugging him around so that he can face her.

The others are up ahead not even paying attention, too focused on getting the hell back home and once again having to protect their people from a murderous bunch of psychopaths.

Bellamy stops and turns, because he's always been too helpless with her not to, but stays silent and keeps his eyes trained on the ground.

"Please, you have to understand." Clarke whispers, her voice low and desperate.

Then he does look up, but immediately wishes he hadn't. His stomach churns at the dark paint under her eyes. The way her long blonde hair, usually free and only held back with a simple clip or lone braid, is now so intricately done and complicatedly braided and just so different he can't even appreciate that maybe in another situation she wouldn't have looked breathtakingly beautiful. But now all he can see is a Grounder. All he can see is someone who is most definitely not Clarke.

"I don't" He replies simply even though it is something of a lie. A part of him does get it. Apparently, they are now the 13th clan, so they would need am ambassador here in Polis. He gets that, he does, no matter how he might feel about his people becoming their people.

(It's so much information to process. So much has happened in so little time. He doesn't even know what feeling to focus on. It's just so much)

But what he doesn't get or at least refuses to get is why it has to be Clarke. No-not even that. He doesn't get why she-above anyone else-is so intent on it being her.

But Clarke is having none of his stubbornness. She never could. "Bellamy, I have the best relationship with Lexa, with this sort of position. I have to stay. For our people"

He is shaking his head and backing away from Clarke before he even realizes he is doing it.

Her face looks stricken at the action.

As far they both could remember, Bellamy has never walked away from Clarke.

"After everything that has happened, a part of you still trusts her. Still wants to trust her. That's why you're staying here, that's why you bowed down to her."

He didn't see it but he heard. And he thanks every god above that he hadn't seen it. He doesn't know what he would have done.

Clarke looks ready to cry and Bellamy frowns at being the reason. But he's hurt damnit. So goddamn hurt and it's all because of her.

"We can't win a war against the Ice Nation, we need the Grounders," She argues quietly, weakly, her usual passion and determination not present in the conversation.

It only spurs Bellamy on.

He steps forward and get's in her face, narrowing his eyes and dropping his voice down low. Clarke look's terrified to hear what he has to say but she doesn't move an inch.

"You abandoned us." Bellamy snarls, so much venom and accusation in the one word. "Left us and didn't look back. And all we-all I could do was look for you every damn day since then. And now that I've found you, you're still running." His hands have found their way to her arms, gripping them so tightly in the flimsy dress that he might leave bruises.

Clarke seems to relish in the pain with her broken face and teary eyes.

"You're hiding behind Lexa," Bellamy continues. "Using her as an excuse to stay away. You think you're helping our people? You're helping yourself." And then because he wants to hurt her, to cause the pain she has caused him by not leaving this place (by not choosing him), he says so quietly that had Clarke have not been so close she wouldn't have heard, "You're a coward. And maybe you shouldn't come back."

Bellamy feels sick the moment the words leave his mouth.

He wants to take them back. Apologize and say he gets it. That Mount Weather haunts him too, that he can never wash the blood he has put on his hands, that yes-she is the best choice to be ambassador for their people.

But then he remembers the way Lexa had so possessively looked at Clarke back in the throne room. The phantom pain in his ankle where he had been stabbed risking his life to save Clarke. That Gina is dead out there somewhere yet here he is miles away being upset and angry over someone else. And that Clarke, despite it all, still doesn't want to be back home with him and their people.

So Bellamy doesn't do anything to make it better. He releases his hold on Clarke, gives her one more look full of pain and regret, and leaves.

She doesn't chase after him this time.

When Bellamy round the corner Octavia is there waiting for him. Maybe she heard, maybe she didn't, but the sad yet understanding look on her face hints to the former. But she doesn't say anything and he is thankful because there is absolutely nothing that could make this better.

(So much. So much has happened)

So Octavia just grabs his hand and he holds onto her for dear life and they leave Polis, and Clarke, behind.