Hi everyone! So I'm beginning a new story! I really love writing fan fiction and my latest obsession is the 100! Omg, it's so damn good! This particular story jumps a bit in time and I switched some people around. Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this one.

Clarke woke up to an ice-cold puff of air. She shivered and sat up yawning.

Pulling her blankets tight around herself, she thought of the day before. They had just barely averted the attack from the Grounders, but she knew as well as everyone else at camp, that they'd be back, and this time one bomb couldn't stop them.

The sound of quick steps approaching her tent snapped her out of her thoughts and she was on her feet within seconds.

Her reflexes had indeed improved since they landed on Earth. She was just about to go check out who was there when she noticed she was only wearing a t-shirt and her panties. No wonder she froze like hell.

Before she could get any pants on, her tent flap was pulled aside and Bellamy walked in. His eyes searched the tent and found her standing half naked. A surprised look came over his face, but it quickly turned into a wide smirk as he gave her the elevator look.

Clarke froze. What was he doing? She pulled her shirt down to cover most of her body as possible.

"Bellamy!" She said rather loud. He snapped out of looking at her body, his eyes finding her face instead. He looked at her, puzzled.

She sighed, walking towards the bed and rolled her blanket around herself. She didn't like the way Bellamy had stared at her. Or at least she didn't think she liked it.

"Why are you here?" She asked. She saw a glimpse of recognition in his face as though he'd forgotten what he came her to say.

"Uhm, yeah, uh..." He looked like he was searching his mind to figure out why he had actually come here.

"Right," he said, "Conner's dead. It looks like he was the virus' last victim. I think he choked on his own blood late last night. Just thought you should know."

Conner's dead didn't come as a surprise to her. She was actually astonished by how many had survived the virus. But she knew Bellamy had been close to Conner.

"I'm sorry Bell. Are you ok?" She asked before realizing that asking Bellamy that was probably stupid. He wasn't going to reveal his feelings and open up, especially not to her.

"I'll survive. Sorry I woke you up. Get some sleep Princess." He said, walking out the tent without waiting for an answer.

Wow. Bellamy Blake had indeed changed as well. Well… at least he didn't sound mad or annoyed.

Maybe he'd only changed around you, a little voice inside her whispered.

"No, that's just dumb." She told herself out loud. He had changed for everyone.

She sighed, putting on a pair of jeans and combing her fingers through her hair. She instantly stopped when she realized what was she was doing.

She wasn't trying to look nice for Finn. He had betrayed her by not mentioning Raven. No, this she was doing for someone else, and she knew whom. She shook her head and walked out the tent to go examine Conner.

When she stepped outside she realized Bellamy had woken her up quite early. It was still cold and dark outside and everyone was still sleeping inside their tents.

She walked towards the drop ship. It was almost empty inside, except for the three bodies in the corner. As she approached the bodies, she realized Conner wasn't among them.

"He's not there." A familiar, rusty voice said behind her. She twirled around, bumping right into Bellamy's hard chest. She lifted her head to look him in the eyes. Whether or not he would talk to anyone, Clarke could see that Conner's death affected him more than he lead on.

As though he had read her mind, he looked away. Clarke cleared her throat.

"Where is he then?" she asked.

"I put him in the hammock," Bellamy said whilst walking towards the center of the drop ship where the hammock hang. Clarke followed him and when she reached the hammock, she turned her doctor-mode on, and she started examining him.

"Yeah, he definitely died of choking." She said quietly. This had to be hard on Bellamy. He only trusted few people, and Conner had been one of those he trusted most.

He turned away holding his hand over his mouth and sighing. Clarke couldn't resist the urge to lay a comforting hand on his back, but she could feel his body stiffen when she did.

"Bellamy," she said in a soft voice, "this wasn't your fault. There's nothing you could've done to save him." He seemed to calm a bit down, but he was still tense.

"I just don't get it." He said, turning around. "Yesterday he was already starting to feel better. He'd regained a lot of his strength. If he were to throw up blood during the night, he would've had the strength to pull him self up!" Bellamy jammed him fist into the drop ships wall and sunk down against it.

"Hey," Clarke said and sat down beside him, "these things happen. It's no one's fault. It was Conner's time to pass, just as it probably was Wells', Charlottes and everyone else's time when they died. Maybe someone caused their deaths just as the Grounders caused this disease, but no matter what, they fulfilled their purpose down here. They got to see the Earth and that's more than anyone on the Ark can say. They did well here, and they'll be remembered for it." As she said the last thing she reached out and gently took Bellamy's hand.

She suddenly remembered that she wanted to talk to him about something else.

"That's also why we should let Murphy stay. It was just as much our fault that Charlotte died, as it was his. He's been punished enough."

Bellamy rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Fine. But if he does something stupid, just remember who's call that was, Princess." He said as his eyes slowly closed. She looked at him and realized just how tired she'd been as well. She closed her eyes like him, and they fell asleep against the wall, still holding hands.