Introduction:

"—n't tell me what to do!" Clarke said with an over exaggerated huff as her heavy feet pushed into the damp soil, leaving imprints of their path. Her blue eyes darted away from his sweaty face because she was desperately trying to hold onto her self-control for a little longer. Bellamy happened to be displaying his newfound pushy and overprotective attitude, designed specifically for her, during one of the hottest days they'd experienced their entire time on Earth. She took in the evergreens as her head tried to rummage through facts about her location rather than her boiling anger and aggravation. Her brain was hardly functioning—her mother was overworking her as an example to the entire youth. Apparently, Abby did not like being told she was not in charge and now that Clarke's friends were safe and "home", as the adults referred to it, she was staking her claim as political leader. It was the main reason that she was trekking through the forest with Bellamy in the first place.

"Clarke…I need you to look for possible land with one of your friends." Abby was referring to Monty, of course, but she forgot his name. It would have been wise of Clarke to invite Monty on the expedition but she highly doubted he felt up to doing the bidding for the council especially due to his heated romance with Harper and his recovery plan.

Clarke was reconsidering her grand idea to drag Bellamy away from his busy pants-dropping schedule to help her make a note of herbs in a twenty-mile vicinity. In truth, she trusted Bellamy more than she trusted anyone else. Monty wasn't necessarily needed during their trip anyway…she did her best to learn most of the commonly used herbs. It used to be her job to know them. Her eyes flitted back to him for a moment—a millisecond, really but long enough for him to meet her glance and frown. He cleared his throat, indicating that he was not done arguing with her. He sounded equally annoyed with her but she could ignore his annoyance and dissatisfaction for another thirty minutes. They were close to camp and she could evade him for a week before it was absolutely important to see each other—although, the concept of going a week without a discussion on political mishaps and the "glory" days saddened her, only to add fuel to her fire because she did not want his absence to make her sad. "Last time I checked, I didn't ask you for your opinion." She interjected right as he opened his mouth to start in on round 43 of their argument.

"You're considering going on a date with—"

"It's not a date, okay? It's not a date." It was not supposed to sound like a lie but as she spoke, she realized it did. She attempted to recover, "Lexa wants me to platonically feast with her cousin. I don't understand why it's a problem for you! I don't intentionally involve myself in your romantic life, if romantic is even the right word for it."

I just need to hear you say it, Bellamy…just once so this isn't a complete guessing game all the time…

"It's not. You're right, do whatever the fuck you want." He chewed on his lip, his hands fidgeting by his side before he stepped in front of her. He narrowed his eyes as he looked down at her, "I don't want you to do it."

"Why?" Her voice was weaker than usual because he was so close. His eyes crinkled at the edges and she knew he was fighting a response. "Bellamy…" He was accustomed to the way she said his name ever-so softly as if she were mercy killing him every time they were having a private conversation that crossed the subject of whatever-we're-doing-we-can't. "It's not a date to me."

Honestly, she did not know about her feelings for Bellamy. She knew there were feelings and it'd be best to never act on them. But sometimes, the way he looked at her told her that he didn't want to be just friends, just co-leaders, just partners for the rest of his life either. It was highly unfair that he looked at her that way and then said things along the lines of, "We have to keep walking before it gets dark. We're still not out of the red zone when it comes to the Mountain Men. They want to retaliate."

She nodded, "You're right. Let's go."

Bellamy's feelings for her were obvious to everyone—even her. He didn't want anyone to go near her, let alone touch her. He usually got his way but when he didn't, someone got a fist in their face or a hefty death threat. Of course, she would get angry and her words would paint him an accurate picture of their situation, "You can't go around punching every man in the face because they look at me like they want me especially if you don't want me." She would pause, slight regret tainting her words for a moment as she took in the look on his face but she would always continue with a blow to the chest. "I'm not yours, Bellamy and at this rate—I never will be. Do us both a favor and stop pretending."

It was safe to say that things were highly complicated but she was able to compartmentalize on any other given day except this one. He was going to reply, he was going to say something with meaning—she could tell by the way he rubbed his lip between his teeth before his lips parted. "I don't—"

A thick fog overtook their vision, causing both of them to cough excessively before the sound of their weight slamming into the ground echoed throughout the wooded area. She heard him call her name, his hand reaching out to find hers.

Then she heard nothing.

Felt nothing.

It was all nothing and only nothing.