Clarke

They had been on the ground for only two days when she caught her first glance of the youngest Blake sibling while she was sorting herbs. He was helping a boy named Murphy move a log and she only recognized him because she noticed that him and Octavia had the same facial structure. Nobody had seen him much because he was almost always exploring instead of staying nearby, and the few times he was in camp he was trying to help Octavia keep everyone in a relatively cohesive unit.

There were rumors about him. About how he worshipped his sister, about how the chaotic vibe he gave off was going to end up ruining the delicate balance between all of the criminals, and about how sometimes he just froze up like he had seen a ghost. But Clarke didn't like rumors. She liked cold hard facts and statistics.

Octavia had been able to get most of the criminals to follow her, some said because she actually knew what she was doing and others said that her brother was too scary to say no to. Octavia acknowledged that while she and Bellamy were able to keep everyone in line, Clarke was able to keep them alive. She had been agreeable in most things Clarke suggested to her to make the 100's survival possible, except for who the leaders were around here. It was going to be her and Bellamy against the world and they weren't the sharing type. She didn't think of Clarke like a co-leader, but merely an advisor and friend.

When Bellamy was done moving the log he glanced around, looked towards his sister who was busy talking to someone about tents, and then slipped off towards the woods.

"Don't even think about it, Bell! It's almost dark!" Octavia yelled over her shoulder.

Wow. Clarke was impressed. How had she even known?

"O, shut up. You sound like a mom." Bellamy cursed and kept walking.

Clarke heard an exasperated sigh from Octavia but she didn't say anything else. Just turned and motioned Clarke to her.

"What's up?"

"I need you to take two of the guys and pretend you're looking for more herbs. Follow Bellamy." She whispered motioning towards his retreating figure.

"Why not go yourself?"

"Because he would know why I'm there and you are always out there looking for food and stuff. Now please, just do this. I can trust you to help me look after him." Octavia sighed.

"From what I've heard he can look after himself." Clarke is too tired to go back out there. But then she thinks of something…

"Okay, Octavia, if I help you with this you help me. Remember that scouting mission to Mount Weather that you refused to let anyone go on?"

Octavia stills and sends a deadly glare to Clarke, "Are you serious?"

"We need those supplies more than anything, and you need help keeping your brother from being reckless."

"He's not being reckless! He's being the one thing he has never been allowed to be, free!" Octavia yells.

Clarke glances down at the ground, letting Octavia cool down.

"You know what? Fine. You get your stupid mission, but remember this Princess, next time you push me I won't be so helpful."

Octavia growls and then turns around and stomps off. Every time she passes someone she yells at them to get back to work or screams that they aren't doing it right. She was the definition of defiant and it seemed that she just loved being contrary. Clarke let out a huff and started walking towards where Bellamy went.

"Murphy! Miller! Follow me, we're going scavenging." She heard audible grumbles from them and in a split second decision whirled on them and glanced at Octavia who was still yelling.

"On second thought, stay here. I think I can do this alone."

She really didn't want to be around more people than she had to be. So she left them there and walking into the forest. The one thing she could never get used to was how green the trees were, or how big they were. It was amazing.

Bellamy

Everyone was getting on his nerves. Even his sister. No, especially his sister. He crashed through the woods towards the river that one of the girls, Claire maybe?, had found with Finn and few others had found on the second day. He hadn't been there yet and was curious about the 'sea monster' Jasper had talked about.

Bellamy brushed his hands through his hair and took a deep breath. Even all of this freedom wasn't enough to calm him down. There was still this feeling deep inside him that told him to find the nearest place to hide and stay there so that the monsters couldn't get to him. But as far as he could see there were no monsters around and even if there was there wasn't a hole in the ground to hide in. Bellamy hated this feeling.

Doom. He felt impending doom. And now he was thinking about it too much, now he was stopping his forward motion, and now he couldn't find enough air. He was stuck under the floor again, not able to get out, no one coming to get him out, because they didn't even know he existed. He fell to the ground and put his hands around his head.

"Bellamy?" A voice behind him called softly. "Are you okay?"

He tried to bring his head up and nod but nothing happened. A figure crouched in front of him and touched his shoulders. Whoever it was smelled like honey.

"Hey, it's okay. Just try to breath. It's okay." The voice seemed far away and close at the same time.

Suddenly he takes in a ragged breath and his eyes focus as his memory floats to the back of his thoughts. Small hands are helping him pull himself up, are dusting off the leaves from his clothes, and are checking his pulse. He realizes that it's really dark outside now, and can barely see the person in front of him.

"Does that happen a lot?" Well it's obviously a girl. Octavia maybe?

He nods without thinking.

The girl hums as she turns him around and gently forces him to start walking back towards the camp. Bellamy is too dazed to argue. It's not Octavia, this girl is shorter, her voice lower in pitch, hands too soft.

"Well it looks like you have a bad case of anxiety. Drink tea whenever you start feeling it. It helps soothe your nerves. I have a ton of herbs and you can just pick the ones you like."

Bellamy nods again, not really listening, and she continues to hum as if thinking.

When they get back to camp she leaves him at the makeshift gate and walks away absentmindedly, again seeming to be deep in thought. He only gets a glimpse of her blonde hair before she disappears. Octavia sees him and he knows immediately that later he was going to feel her wrath, even if some of it wasn't toward him.

Why was O here in the first place? She hadn't mentioned how it came to be that she got onto the dropship. She was hiding something and it worried him because they shared everything. He knew that wasn't the reason he was mad at her. She was coddling him like he was still an infant and not the grown ass adult he is. Bellamy might understand where she's coming from but she needs to understand that she is smothering him.

He should give her a break. They hadn't seen each other since he got caught at the masquerade. She still blamed herself. Hell, sometimes when he was at his darkest he blamed her too. But that was in the past! They still ended up together and better off than they were before, even if they weren't fighting the Ark anymore but fighting nature itself. This was their home now and he'd be damned if they didn't get along because of something that was inevitable.

Grumbling to himself he walks toward his tent and tries to tame the demons inside of him and thinks about what the blonde girl had said. What smell calms him most? Does he even believe in that hippie crap?