They had successfully rescued their people from Mount weather but with many casualties, Clarke as one of the healers was trying her best to help the injured but there was so many she knew they would never manage to get to them all. She had seen Monty, Jasper and Maya leaving the mountain with the rest but there was still no sign of Bellamy, Clarke was starting to fear the worst, Octavia had gone off to search for him inside the mountain after checking and double checking the injured; they both hesitated to search the dead but Clarke knew that they needed to look so she reluctantly went. She walked over to the bodies that they had laid out in a clearing in the forest and began to lift the various covers off the bodies' faces, she had cleared over half when she lifted a cover revealing black curly hair, and she caught her breath and dropped the cover. She backed up unable to bring herself to pull the cover back more; tears started to fall down her cheek. "Clarke?" Called out a hoarse voice, she turned to see before her a man covered in blood, he had a cut on his upper arm and had a hand applying pressure to his shoulder. "Bellamy" Her voice came out weak and broken. She ran towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck "We thought you were dead. I thought I had lost you." She felt one of his arms wrap around her waist, they stood there in the embrace for what felt like forever, when they finally broke apart she kept her hands on his shoulders, "You're hurt" she went to look at his injury when he caught her hand in his, "I'm fine. Is Octavia...?" "She fine. She's alive and looking for you. We should get you to medical and I will get her." Bellamy shook his head "Not yet there is something I have to do first, I promised myself that if I managed to get out of this alive there was something I have to do." He moved his hand now cupping her face and lowered his head till his lips were on hers. As his lips touched hers Clarke felt a sudden shot of warmth spread through her body, she reached her hands round his neck and entwined her fingers in his hair. Bellamy moved his head so that his forehead was now resting on hers "Now we can go, Princess." They both smiled and turned to leave, he had an arm around her waist and she had one round his waist, her other hand applying pressure to his wound.
