Author's Note: Set after Human Trials. Cannon up to that point. My take on what happens next. I am a HUGE 100 fan, and definitely ship BELLARKE. Hopefully It's not too awful. I'm sort of self teaching myself to write, so bare with me. Working on making this a multi-chapter fic, we shall see.

After the gunfire settled, and the echo of the last shot had finally dwindled in the wind, all that Clarke could hear was the muffled sobbing of one of the fallen grounder's family members. She had registered that Finn was speaking to her, but she couldn't hear his words. The joy she saw written on his face didn't make sense. It didn't quite blend in with her surroundings. There was a madness in his eyes, a frantic, manic madness...

...And it completely disturbed her. This was not the Finn she once knew.

She had been struggling with "letting go". Finn had been her first. Her first lover, her first kiss, her first inkling of romantic love. She didn't understand how the person she had put so much faith in, could shatter her trust so completely.

There he stood, eyes burrowing into her own, pleading with her to understand him. To understand what he had done.

But that would never happen. Could never happen.

This was beyond forgiveness.

That he was even capable of doing something so heinous, showed Clarke for the first time that she really didn't know the first thing about Finn.

"Clarke" She felt Bellamy's hand rest gently on her shoulder as a deep shuddered breath was released. Had she really stopped breathing?

"I found you!" Finn repeated as he ran up to her, his arms outstretched.

"No..." Clarke stumbled backwards as he approached. "No...This isn't right..." Tears started to form as she saw a mother weeping over her son's lifeless body.

"What have you done Finn?... What the hell did you do?!" There was a fury in her voice now as she drew her gaze back to the boy in front of her.

"What I had to do, to find you" he whispered and reached out to hug her once more.

"No! Get Off me!" Clarke shoved Finn as hard as she could. "I don't even know who you are" Her tears were freely falling at this point. "I'm so sorry" She directed her apology towards the pen of prisoners to the left of her. "I..."

"Clarke, It's me... It's Finn..." he attempted once more to embrace her, but this time Bellamy's large hands ripped at his shoulder to tear him away. Once again he was shoved, but this time he was shoved so hard he fell to the ground.

"Don't even think about getting up from that spot. If you do, I'll shoot you myself!" The Command in his voice was not lost on Finn. He knew Bellamy was serious.

"Clarke, tell him to back off, it's just me... They were trying to keep you from me. Where have you been? What happ..."

"Can't you see what you've done?!" a loud guttural growl escaped Bellamy's lips. He had no love for the grounders, but even he could see this was a village of women, children, and the elderly. No one here deserved the death sentence they'd been given.

"You moron! Don't you feel even the slightest bit of remorse? The grounders are never going to forget this! You've single-handedly ruined any chance our people had for peace with them." Bellamy ran a hand through his hair, hissing through his teeth. "As soon as we leave, they're coming after us. That's on you!" He scanned the remaining grounders for a potential leader.. "Who's in charge here?"

"I am" The bearded grounder Stood tall amongst his people, his eyes directed at the young, tall, dark-haired man who was obviously in charge at the moment. "Do you take responsibility for this man's actions?" He pointed at Finn.

Clarke glanced over at Finn who was glaring at Bellamy from the ground. She couldn't believe this was happening. She had imagined her reunion with Finn to be much like her reunion with Bellamy. A hug, some tears... not this. Anything but this.

"Yes", he chanced a look at the spacewalker, "What can we do?". Bellamy gave Nyko a pleading look. Sweat started to form on his brow as the severity of the situation sunk in.

"Nothing, can fix this." Nyko breathed.

Bellamy nodded. "I understand." He glanced at his sister, and then Clarke. How was he supposed to keep them safe now? He had just found them, alive and well. He would do anything to keep them that way. This he knew without hesitation. He fixed his eyes on Murphy and then Finn. A lump in his throat formed and he swallowed hard. This was partially his fault for letting Finn go in the first place. This was on him.

"Is there anything we can do to prevent further bloodshed?" His gun still pointed at Finn, he nodded his head in the direction of the two girls he was traveling with. "I will do what ever it takes to protect my people".

Nyko's eyes bore into Bellamy's as if he was judging him. A long moment passed, and Bellamy swore it felt like an eternity. Please let there be a way.

"If you Kill this one" Nyko pointed at Finn, "and allow us to keep this one as a slave worker" he pointed towards Murphy, "then we will let you leave camp without pursuit. You played no part in what transpired here."

"You can't be serious" Finn shouted, still wary of Bellamy's aim.

"If you do not do this, you will be forced to kill each and every one of us here today. For we will come after you. Those are your options."

Clarke's heart skipped a beat. She turned to face Bellamy, his face pained and she could almost feel his pulse through the Earth beneath her feet. Clarke remained speechless, but shook her head in a pleading no.

Octavia gasped and looked between Nyko and her brother with panic written all over her face.

"Please, no.. there must be another way." Octavia was pleading with the grounder. "I saved your life once. I saved..."

"I know" The grounder cut her short. "That is why I'm giving your leader a way out, you three will be free to leave, as you had nothing to do with this massacre."

Murphy broke out in a panicked sweat. "You can't do this to me! It was his fault!"

"Keep your mouth shut Murphy!" Bellamy roared.

Nyko glared at the boy for only a brief moment. "You helped burn down our storage hut. It will be a hard winter for us all now, and many will starve if we don't have extra hands around camp."

"I'm begging you, please! For me, and for Lincoln. We need them to get Lincoln back from the reapers! There are only 3 of us."

Nyko paused for a moment and nodded at Octavia. "For Lincoln, you may keep this …'Murphy'... but this one" he pointed towards Finn. "must pay for his crimes."

Bellamy swallowed hard again. Could he pull this trigger... keep his family safe.

He knew he had to, but would Clarke ever be able to forgive him if he did. Or should he finish what Finn Started. His eyes wandered over the faces of the many children and mother's who were huddling in the pen. He knew he could not do the latter. He wasn't that kind of monster. He'd rather die himself than kill a small child and it's mother.

Clarke was breaking down.. torn between the love she had for the Finn she thought she knew, and the horror of the scene before her. Corpses lay strewn about the village, and Finn put them there. Still, her heart knew her own choice. She was not a killer. She did not want Finn to die.

"Please, no! No one needs to die!"

And just like that...

BANG!

Murphy stood holding the rifle that had just shot Finn in the back of the head.

The world seemed to freeze over. Time stopped. Clarke didn't even have time to think about what Bellamy would have done... About how to save her friend from his fate. Murphy had made the decision for all of them.

'No.' she thought, 'No this isn't real.'

"It had to happen" Murphy stuttered nervously. His arms shaking as he held the rifle back towards the grounder pen. "He said he'd let me go if we killed him.. They'd let us all go. We all get to go now.."

Clarke sank to her knees next to Finn's lifeless body. His face unrecognizable. No sound came from her lips.

Octavia ran over to Murphy and punched him so hard he fell backwards. "You Selfish little shit!"

"Octavia!" Bellamy shouted over to his sister. "Now is not the time." He glanced at Nyko who let out a sigh of relief.

Clarke brushed her fingers over Finn's chest. His hand was draped over the Gun he was holding. Her father's watch? He was wearing her father's watch? She pried it from his wrist, and started crying almost uncontrollably. "My watch... he.. he had my watch" she choked out.

Bellamy closed his eyes for half a second. The sound of Clarke's broken voice unnerved him. He wasn't used to seeing his princess in distress. If he was being honest with himself. She was usually the one who held him together when things got tough. Seeing her like this was pulling at something inside of him, that he really didn't want to face right now.

He took a deep breath, as a guilty sigh of relief swept over him. He didn't know if he should Strangle Murphy, or thank him. He may have just saved all of their lives. Preventing Bellamy from having to make that choice for them. But then again, at what cost?

"We need to go, We don't belong here."

He bent over to assist Clarke back to her feet, her face stained with tears. Her old scars still unhealed. She looked a mess. He didn't like it.

Once she was standing again, he bent over to take the weapon and any other personal effects from Finn's body. Digging through pockets unceremoniously, he took what remained of Finn's ammo, his makeshift canteen, and a scrap metal dagger from the original drop ship. He removed Finn's jacket roughly. Waste not, want not. Clarke made a sound of protest as he did it, but part of her knew it was the practical thing to do. Winter was coming soon.

Octavia Ordered Murphy to his feet. The boy had the decency to look ashamed of himself, but he said nothing.

"We need to keep moving, we have others to rescue, remember?" Bellamy gave a curt nod and started for the forest.

Clarke swallowed hard. Earth was simply too cruel at times. She could be strong when she needed to be, so she forced her feet to move and her tears to subside. But the pain in her heart lingered, as her body made way to follow the strong back of Bellamy Blake as he made his way through the treeline.

Octavia pointed her gun at Murphy and told him to move, he followed quickly in Clarke's footsteps as he hurried to leave the village before they changed their mind.

Octavia's beautiful face was stained with tears of her own, she gave Nyko one final bow of respect, and joined her makeshift family as they headed out.

...

No one spoke.

For miles they walked, but no one spoke.

No one could bare looking at anyone else in their party.

They walked at a brisk pace, afraid the villagers would change their mind and seek vengeance on all of them.

Lincoln's village would never accept him after this. Octavia couldn't help but feel ashamed for him.

Murphy was a ball of nerves. Sweat pored from his brow with each step, he had almost not left that camp. He had almost become a prisoner again.

Clarke was mourning the loss of her friend and lover, and feeling guilt and anger at herself for hating him in that moment. He said he had done all of this for her? To find her... Was this her fault? She didn't ask for any of this. What was she going to tell Raven? She couldn't bare thinking about it. Nothing made sense anymore.

Bellamy was trying to hold it together. To focus. He HAD to be strong right now. For the group. For his people. For Octavia, Murphy, and especially Clarke. She was visibly falling apart, and he couldn't have that. Nothing would work out if she was broken. He needed her to be okay. To lead with him.

As evening fell, and the group felt distanced enough from the village, Bellamy scouted an empty cave for them to set up camp in. He ordered Murphy to gather firewood, and told Octavia and Clarke to get some rest while he went hunting for food.

A small rabbit was all he could manage, but it was enough to fill their bellies for the night. They ate in Silence. Worried about what happens next, about where they were headed. They were short one man, and all of them were exhausted.

None of them had expected the day to turn out quite like this.