I don't own The 100 – unfortunately :( but if I did Lincoln and Bellamy would never wear another shirt again and Bellarke would have happened in season one XD Anyways, I hope you all like my story ~ Octavia x

Chapter 1

Darkness…

They were engulfed in darkness. Suffocating in their own despair. Streams of tears glistened in the moon light as they flowed down her face.

He approached her, shocked, pulled her into his embrace. Her lips parted; a silent wail escaped. She turned, avoiding eye contact she collapsed in to him. Constantly seeing Charlotte jump as if seeing it on repeat in her head, playing over and over.

He stood, turned away from the cliff and looked Murphy dead in the eye. Murphy had a grin on his face. Of course he had, he'd got his way once again. Full of rage and anger Bellamy crashed into Murphy knocking him off his feet, punching him one after the other.

"Bellamy, please stop… Please." Turning around, about to tell who ever had disturbed him from seeking vengeance for Charlotte where to go, he saw Clarke; he saw her in a defenceless state. She laid her hand on his shoulder; she looked deep into his eyes. She saw the pain he felt… she felt his pain.

"He deserves to die!" getting agitated, anger seething through his every word he returned and beat Murphy senseless. He was in and out of consciousness; what seemed hours for Murphy was in fact seconds. Bellamy was ripped from him, putting up the biggest fight he could. How dare they take him away from Murphy!

Tears once again springing to her eyes, "No! We don't decide who lives and dies, not down here!"

"So help me God, if you say the people have a right to decide-" still angry as last time the people decided, it was to kill Charlotte!

Clarke positioned herself in front of him; trying her hardest to soothe his pain. "No! I was wrong before, okay! You were right" she looked deep into his eyes, "we can't just live by 'whatever the hell we want' we need rules"

Bellamy knew that what she said was correct but was still super angry. "And who makes those rules? Huh, you?"

"For now we make the rules, okay?" Thinking of how they can punish Murphy, Clarke was seriously considering physical torture when an idea popped to into her head. Without even thinking about it she blurted it out, "We banish him!"

Bellamy looked at her with a sense of confusion, "He will come back! We have to kill him now!" Bellamy was working himself up again, with the thought that he could have stopped this. If only he had kept his promise with Charlotte, he told her that he would never leave her and yet he has.

Clarke made one look at Murphy, lying there defenceless. "If he comes back, then we kill him!" Clarke feeling no remorse for Murphy felt that this was the best punishment she could give. Save her the hard work, although secretly deep down she wanted to be the one to end his life, she hated Murphy more than ever now for ripping Charlotte away from her and for hurting Bellamy!

"If you ever come back to camp, I will kill you!" Bellamy was clearly stating a fact that was already known by everyone there.

Murphy just grunted in reply and out of pity was thrown a small pair of sharp scissors as everyone was leaving. The only thing that he had were those scissors and what he was wearing.

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Still unable to sleep, seeing the sun slowly rising through the gap in her tent that she shared with a few other members of the 100, Clarke decided that it she might as well get some fresh air to clear her head. To get some space and grieve for Charlotte who was ripped so viciously from her in last night events.

Clarke grabbed her boots and made a break for the woods through one of the gaps in the wall. Clarke knew there was a gap there as she had seen a few couples sneak out that way to get some 'alone' time together, seeing that no one else was up she didn't see the harm in leaving the camp for a few hours, she was sure that nobody would miss her.

Feeling deeply overwhelmed and grief stricken, unable to make logical choices she walked away from camp for more than five minutes, not looking back to the camp wanting to get as far away as possible before collapsing into a ball. She let lose all the tears that she had been holding in, they were rushing down her face as if she was a waterfall. Unable to get the tormenting image of Charlotte out of her head, constantly seeing her jump and Bellamy swerving to catch her but missing ever so slightly.

Clarke looked up, trying to hold in the tears as she spoke. "How did I get here?" hoping that her dad was listening. Hopeful that he was looking down on her; guiding her. "I m-miss y-you so much da-dad!" unable to hold the tears in they streamed down her face, not able to stop the tears coming she just looked up, staring at the sky.

SNAP. Clarke was pulled from her thoughts. Standing; looking around to see who was there, only spotting a fast moving shadow. She whipped round trying to follow the moving shadow, unable to keep her eyes pinned on it she decided in a split second decision to run for camp.

She was running… until she ran in to a wall, no wait it wasn't a wall it had feet… legs… a chest with crossed arms… oh god it was Bellamy and he wasn't happy. "Planning on getting yourself killed eh, princess?" He did not look pleased, frowning at Clarke.

Avoiding eye contact Clarke replied, "I-I- I was…"

Suddenly interrupted by a worried Bellamy "God Princess, are you feeling okay?" lifting his hands to her face, looking at her eyes, they were bright red and he could tell she had been crying. Clarke turned her head away, looking away from him. His touch was so warm. Forgetting for a split second about the Grounder that had been following her, she fell into him… she fell into his embrace. "It's not safe for you to be outside the wall Princess, there are grounders everywhere." His calming voice distracted her until she remembered how she had even come to run in to him in the first place.

"I was being followed, there's someone out there" instantly Bellamy held on to her tighter, taking hold of his axe. SNAP. Another twig snapped to the left of them, without warning Bellamy threw his axe hitting the tree; missing his intended target.

"Damn it Bell!"

"Octavia what the hell are you doing here!?" agitated that his little (well not so little anymore) sister was outside the wall. Then shock ran through his veins… he'd nearly killed his little sister. She was the one thing he cared more about than anything on this planet, no scratch that, this universe. Without even giving Octavia a chance to answer his question he was leading both Clarke and her back to camp.

As soon as all three of them made it back to camp Bellamy could finally relax, Clarke saw how tense he was, scared even that he had almost lost Octavia because of him. "Never sneak up on me again Octavia… I almost killed you." Bellamy looked truly sad, he hated to admit it but it was true; he needed Octavia to know that.

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Bellamy entered Clarke's tent (he did that a lot), "Princess, where's your boyfriend?" he needed to know, how else was he going to get Finn to increase the number of people on guard because if what Clarke said was correct they could be attacked at any moment. Okay, maybe he could have put it in a nicer way but it's true, they're practically going out. Although secretly deep down, in the depths of his heart he wanted Clarke to be his, not Finn's or any other mans… his.

Clarke stared at him, jaw slowly dropping. A small giggle escaped her parted lips before she spoke, "Bellamy we're not going out". Although Clarke was consistently running one sentence through her head, 'Yes we had slept together once and kissed a couple of times- but it doesn't mean we're going out… does it?'

"Princess, where is he? Finn?" Bellamy could see she was in deep thought, she looked so beautiful to him; he couldn't help but stare. Her luscious golden blond hair, her gorgeous blue eyes, her… pulled out of his thoughts by Clarke's response.

"He's in the drop ship, Bellamy." replying as she was walking out of the tent, rather quickly in fact leading Bellamy to wonder what she was up to.

How could he have been in the drop ship? He had just come from there. "Pri-" about to ask her if she was sure but soon found that he was alone.

…

"Finn?" Bellamy waited for a response, nope no response. Turning to leave the drop ship to make a mini quest to find Finn. Then, out of the blue there was a muffled response.

"Hello, I'm up here on the top floor." Finn sounded like he was miles away as Bellamy only caught the 'Hello… top floor' bit, wait Finn was only a few meters away from him, maybe Bellamy was going deaf; he'd have to see Clarke about that one.

Finally he had found Finn, "Aren't you meant to be on guard duty?" he was annoyed at Finn, this wasn't the first time he thought that he was 'special' and could take a break of his own accord!

"Erm… yeah, thanks for reminding me" with that Finn was up and packing his things away so he could get out of the drop ship, "What else do you want Bellamy?" with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Bellamy couldn't help but think about Clarke, after all that was what he wanted. Bellamy had to think for a second about why he had come to him in the first place, right that's it "I need you to double the amount of people on watch for the next week, is that okay?"

"Yeah… sure. Why though?" Finn was starting to get a little nervous, one question in particular question was forming in his mind, 'Why do you want to double the amount of people on watch? Are we going to be attacked?' Finn was just about to ask the question when Bellamy spoke.

As if he read Finn's mind "As far as I'm aware, no we're not going to be attacked. This is just a… a precaution." Bellamy stood there looking at Finn, he could tell that he was over thinking things, "If what Clarke told us is correct, about her grounder encounter then I don't want to take-"

Bellamy was cut off by Finn, "Clarke!? Is she okay!?" Bellamy was annoyed in the first place that Finn was not on duty and then he decided to interrupt him, Bellamy was tempted to say 'no' but he knew Clarke too well and she would have killed him if he said that to Finn!

"Erm…" drawing it out as much as he could, loving the changes in Finns face. Bellamy could have sworn he'd seen all emotions flow in to Finn and back out again with in this little chat. "… yeah, she's fine."

A sense of relief flooded Finns face.

Bellamy left the drop ship, smiling. Only poking his head back in to remind Finn that he had work to do!