Hi guys! I wrote this drabble because someone on Tumblr posted a text post of something they wanted to see and it inspired me to write this. Hope to get more prompts in the future! Review and tell me what you think! =]

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.

She knew sending him into Mt Weather was a horrible idea. She had been going over the reasons not to send him there all day, and she knew she was right, it was too great a risk, too much of a gamble. But she also knew how painful it was to continue caring for someone, to get emotionally involved, so she let Lexa's words swallow her whole in order to feel numb. So she could be strong even though she felt anything but. She couldn't allow herself to develop deeper feelings for Bellamy as she had with Finn because this time, losing him would've destroyed her. So she let him go. Now she knows how stupid it was to think it was avoidable when those feelings were already there.

Clarke and Octavia decided to split into two groups and lead them through Mt Weather, the leader and the warrior working together to find the person they care about. They had goals, find the grounders, find their sky people, and make it out alive, but Clarke's main goal was centered around Bellamy. He was there because of her and she had to save him.

Both groups successfully infiltrated Mt Weather but the undergrounders had eyes and ears throughout their territory. Before they knew it, alarms were sounding, people were running and rushing and fighting. They were discovered. Clarke could remember the time she spent trapped there, constantly trying to escape, to get back, to find Finn and Bellamy. It seemed things were swapped around this time, and now she was coming full circle.

She made her way through the underground hallways despite the chaos going on around her. Fighting continued and she was no exception with her loaded gun always pointed and ready, and she used it as necessary. She finally made it to where she was kept before finding the grounder and escaping. Everything was dark, save for a fluorescent light here and there, and the room was different. It was full of cages, slightly different than the ones they used for the grounders, but with the same purpose. They were going to trap them here. All of them.

Clarke continued quietly, getting to the end of the room until she heard a voice.

"This is all your fault."

She recognized that voice. The president's son.

"You contacted your people."

She inched her way through the space behind the cages, letting his voice guide her closer to where they were.

"You brought them here."

She could see them clearer now. Bellamy with his hands up, back straight looking down the barrel of the gun aimed at his chest.

"All of our people are dying because of you."

She kept to the shadows, aiming for the president's son but not wanting to hit Bellamy in the process.

"Now it's your turn."

His finger started pressing against the trigger. It was now or never.

"NO," Clarke yelled.

Everything happened quickly, but it felt as if she was watching everything in slow motion. He turned around. She pulled the trigger. He pulled his. The both fell.

"Clarke!" yelled Bellamy. He rushed over to her, stepping over the barely breathing form of the president's son, blood coming out of his chest.

"Clarke, Clarke look at me," he said.

Her eyes fluttered, and he let out what small amount of breath he had left in his lungs. She tried to sit up but she yelped in pain, blood coming out of her shoulder wound.

"That was stupid! You could've been killed! Why would you do that?!" he asked.

A breath escaped her lips as she brought her eyes to his. She could see him a little clearer, his brown eyes filled with confusion and relief and maybe something else.

"It was worth the risk," she answered, and the incredulity and longing that his expression answered her back with made the pain that much more bearable.