This fanfiction is based off of the wonderful story As We Do Everything by WhimsicalWriter4. This is written with their permission and help.

Summary: When Clarke and Bellamy leave Arkadia to make their own camp, Clarke left without telling her mother goodbye. Instead, she writes a letter to her, saying goodbye and giving what Clarke thought would be her last message. Abby finds a way to reply, and through the story, they tell each other what's happening at the two different camps.

The first chapter takes place in Chapter 7.

A sleeping Bellamy lay on the bed as Clarke sat, finally able to get a break from taking care of him to do something else. She sat at her desk, paper and pencil borrowed from the underground bunker. If they were going to leave, Clarke couldn't leave without saying goodbye to her mother, her only family.

She took a breath and began writing.

Dear Mom,

Alright, good start. What next?

I'm gone. The Princess and the Rebel King have gone, and they've taken the remaining 100 with them. I have no doubt that soon enough, you'll figure out who they are.

We've only taken them because of the rebellion that will eventually happen. We're taking them for a lot of reasons, actually. What Kane did to Bellamy… well, they won't forget that anytime. If you were wondering what stopped them from acting on their murderous rages, it was the Princess.

Me.

Now, they are gone. I'm gone, Bellamy's gone. We're taking our people with us. There's no 'us' anymore, no Arkadians together as one. Now, we are the Delinquents and you are the Arkadians. And they don't care what Kane says about it.

I want you to understand that we left. I want you to understand that we made this decision for the safety of your people. I made this decision with the King because we are in charge, and we have to do what's best for everyone even if we don't like it.

I hope that one day, you and Kane will realize that. Not just in my case, but in any case you may come up against.

But you are my mother. I can't just leave without saying goodbye, so this is it. These words here are my last ones to you.

And they will be, because where we're going, you won't find us. The Grounders don't even know; we'll meet them somewhere safely away from camp. They wouldn't care anyway because we have created a treaty with them already.

I know you'll ask, so no, I can't guarantee that we'll be safe. I can't say for certain that everything will be okay, and I can't say we won't die off just as quickly when you sent us down here. I can tell you, though, that we have weapons. We've got guns, bombs, mines, Raven. We're more prepared this time. We've got an entire army on our side if we need it.

I can also tell you that I love you. I love you, mom. I need you to know that.

May we meet again.

-Clarke

She looked over her letter again, nodding decisively at what she'd written and fixing a few mistakes. She'd just finished when Bellamy stirred beside her.

"Are we go yet?" He asked groggily, rubbing his eyes.

"When you finish packing we are," Clarke said. "Come on, I'll help you to your tent."

The letter, folded neatly, sat on her desk, ready to be delivered before they left that night.

In fifteen hours, when it was discovered, the recipient will read the first lines, and will stifle a gasp and run to her daughter's tent, shoving out of the way one Marcus Kane, who will follow after excusing himself from his conversation.

The recipient will burst into the tent and find no one there. Marcus will enter soon after and find his love kneeling on the floor, clutching a hand to her heart as she reads the rest of the letter in the empty tent. Then she will start shaking, then sobbing as she looks around the empty tent, wondering if she will ever see her daughter again. Then, Marcus Kane will gently take the letter from her hands and read it. Then he will kneel on the floor and embrace his lover as she cries her heart out from losing the only family she had left.

But that will all happen in fifteen hours. For now, all is peaceful as Bellamy packs his bag.