Author's Note: So recently I have been watching the new show the 100 and as I was watching this story poped into my head. As I sat down to upload a new chapter for The Challenges They Faced. This story was what ended up being written instead. Sorry fans of The Challenges They Faced, I promise I will update soon but this story was jsut begging to be written and so it shall be.

Clarke's POV

Clarke stormed out of the tent after another failed argument with Bellamy. Who was once again ignoring her opinions.

All she had said was that she thought it would be a good idea to start working on more permanent structures.

It had been almost a month since the landing and in that month the weather was getting colder by the day.

Clarke could tell that it was only going to keep getting colder. As a kid Clarke had been fascinated by stories of the ground.

When she wasn't training to take over her mother's position as head medic, she could always be found in the archives.

Nose in some ancient book about the earth, that hadn't been touched in many years.

She loved reading about the weather, the technology, anything and everything to do with the earth she loved.

She had a special love for the books about plants, flowers, trees, any book about the scenery of earth.

She found pictures in those books and found her passion for drawing, she started out trying to draw the scenes described in her reading books.

As she got better at drawing she also expanded her reading. She like Finn could track, like Bellamy she could hunt.

Like Monty and Jasper she could identify every plant she saw, and most of all she knew things no one else did.

She was the only medic in camp and she was the only one who could navigate a map. Her years spent in solitary had only enhanced her skills.

Clarke knew how to fight, how to use a gun, how to repair things and much more.

She was probably the smartest person in camp and it wasn't because she was one of the 'privileged'.

She was smart because she spent her hours in lock up wisely. She studied any book she could get her hands on.

It also helped that she had a photographic memory and could recall anything she ever read or saw.

So it angered her when her opinions were ignored and pushed to the side. She was not like the other nitwitted girls down here.

When Clarke spoke out she did it for a reason. She wasn't the privileged princess Bellamy portrayed her to be.

Neither where her parents, her father like Bellamy, had started out at a low income job. Jake Griffin wasn't making much money and he wasn't happy about it.

So he did something about it, he learned how to fix things and slowly worked his way up to head engineer on the Ark.

Her mother had started out has a nurse and like Clarke her opinions and knowledge was often overlooked.

Angered by this and knowing she was capable of saving many more lives, Abby worked her up to head medic of the Ark.

Clarke parents were very adamant about never forgetting were they came from and they passed their views onto Clarke.

Unlike other privileged children Clarke had to work for everything she wanted or needed. If she needed new clothes she had to clean her home quarters to get them.

When she got older and could do more she went and helped her parents at work to get the things she wanted.

Clarke knew what it was like to work; and so she was angered and offended when Bellamy and the other hundred shunned her without getting to know her first.

She wasn't the princess they pictured her to be, in many ways she was just like them. Sure she was smarter, but she never rubbed that in anyone's faces.

In fact she made herself look helpless and that she realized was her problem. None of the delinquents respected her because they thought her to be weak.

As this realization hit Clarke she stopped dead in her tracks. Deep in thought she wondered away from the camp never seeing the shadow of the man falling after her.

Bellamy's POV

As Clarke stormed out of his tent Bellamy couldn't help but chuckle. It was so fun to rile up the little princess.

Bellamy was no idiot though and he could see the merit in her ideas. He often, after letting her cool off for a bit, went after her and gave her his undivided attention.

Her ideas were smart and though he would never tell her so, some of the things she thought up were truly ingenious.

Bellamy knew that at the end of the day she would get her way and he would bend to her will.

Until then though, Bellamy loved infuriating her, the fire and passion in her eyes was amazing to see.

Though Bellamy would never tell anyone, he often found himself thinking that her fierier spirit was sexy.

All the other girls in camp, hell even all the girls on the Ark, could never hold a candle to Clarke.

She attracted Bellamy like a moth to flame, and lately Bellamy was finding it harder and harder to resist her charm.

Clarke was fire, and ice, she was passion and control. She carried a strength that Bellamy had never before seen present in a women.

Bellamy often wondered how her tiny little body could contain so many different characteristics.

Sighing, Bellamy pushed the flap of his tent out of the way and was walking towards Monroe for a status report.

When he saw Clarke exit the camp walls, she looked deep in thought and didn't seem to be paying attention to her surroundings.

Bellamy again though he would never tell anyone, was worried about her. So when he reached Monroe, he told her to keep an eye on the camp and that he was going hunting.

Monroe grunted in acknowledgment, than went back to sharpening her knife. Bellamy though wasn't fooled he know she was barely paying him any attention.

She was discretely watching a group of the younger teens, who were goofing off near the far side of the wall.

Seeing one of the bigger boys push a scrawny little girl to the ground, Monroe was off the log she was sitting on and was by the boy before Bellamy could blink.

Knowing bullying was a pet peeve of hers, Bellamy let her handle the boy and took off as fast as he could after Clarke.

Bellamy followed at a distances he could tell Clarke was pissed off and it didn't take a genius to know he was the cause of it.

While Bellamy loved to rile Clarke up he did not like to be the one she took her anger out on.

So Bellamy shadowed Clarke form a distances without her knowing. He watched her fume silently to herself, then he saw as she stopped and just looked off into the distances.

Not being able to see her face Bellamy could not guess at what she was thinking. Suddenly she turned and drew a knife that Bellamy didn't know she carried.

With little effort Clarke chucked the knife in his direction.

Bellamy just barely dodged out of the way and when he picked himself up off the ground Bellamy realized that he didn't get away unscathed.

Bellamy raised his hand to his cheek when he felt something wet trickle down it and pulled his hand away with blood on it.

"What the Hell Clarke," Bellamy shouted at her in anger and wonder.

How the hell did she do that, Bellamy doubted even someone of his caliber, could pull that move off as fast as she had.

"Why are you following me Bellamy. Incase you didn't realize I left the camp to get some alone time." Clarke responded in a voice that screamed with authority.

"I saw you leave the camp and decided to follow you looked out of it. I just wanted to make sure that nothing happened to the defenseless little princess."

Bellamy mocked her in a condescending tone.

"Huh" Clarke grunted in distain then turned her back to Bellamy and continued to walk.

"Go back to camp Bellamy as you just saw I am far from defenseless"

Bellamy stood stunned not sure how to respond to that and before he could think of a comeback.

Clarke had vanished, pissed that she had so carelessly dismissed him, Bellamy went after her.

Author's Note: So what did you think. Was it any good? Review and let me know your opinions, I would love to hear them.