Hi everyone! I hope you enjoy this story, It starts in 2X05 but will go beyond that and hopefully I will cover everything i plan on. Sorry this first chapter is short. I hope you enjoy my interpretation of how Clarke and Bellamy care for one another in the series and the dynamics of their relationship past what is on the surface. I will hopefully continue past what is currently aired (2X08 as I am writing this). Enjoy!

Clarke looks past Raven's shoulder, the sunlight dazzling her for a moment, turning her searching blue eyes silver. For a moment she cannot not see a thing, and then everything comes into sharp focus. It is him. The sun glowing over his broad shoulders as his jaw angles up to the sky. Suddenly, Clarke can't remember how to breathe, the last time she saw him, she had left him to die. Knocked down, beaten, defenseless, and she had closed the dropship door, tears refusing to shed from her eyes. Now here he was. Standing just across the clearing, intact, whole. "Bellamy" She breaths, his name caught in a disbelieving whisper. She tenses unsure of what to do as Raven encourages sharply, "Go!"

On command Clarke sprints towards him, she does not know why but her legs carry her as if she is flying over the grass, just knowing that she has to get to him as fast as she can no matter what she has to feel him, to know that he is truly here and not just an apparation of her mind. He turns slowly, the look of surprise on his face reflecting the wide smile painted in Clarke's eyes. She throws herself into his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his tense neck as she buries her face in his shoulder. She drinks in his body; she is overwhelmed by the intermingling scents of pine, soot, sweat and pain caked to his light tee shirt, but she doesn't care. She is lulled by the warmth of his chest and the strong beating of his heart pounding in her ears; enamored by the gentle sigh of "Princess" escaping his lips as the tension in his shoulders falls away and his arms wrap around her body as intensely as she grips him, nearly lifting her off the ground as she feels his cheeks soften into a gentle smile pressed against her neck.

Bellamy is frozen, they had trooped wearily back to camp, the girl they found had not uttered one word as she trudged behind them and Bellamy felt utterly defeated. Every now and then he glances back at Octavia, a warm flutter of relief in his chest at the sight of his sister safely by his side. But then his face would grow weary as he saw the flash of pain written on her face, reminding him that her heart was with Lincoln and that he could do nothing to ease her angst. They reach the looming, forbading camp Jaha and they are immediately surrounded by aggresive gaurds. Bellamy's gaze flickers with annoyance as an overwhelming sense of encarceration sets over him. For so long, he had been calling the shots, it was his responsibility to keep his people safe. The 100 looked to him for guidance, for protection, he was their leader. He and Clarke had been a united front, a perfect balance of unity and leadership, they had supported each other. Clarke. Bellamy thinks as the air tightens in his lungs and an image of her strong defiant face conjures in his mind. He wants to think that the absense of her by his side isn't crushing him, that he felt like a part of him was missing, yet he can barely breath without thinking of what she would do in this situation. Would she have given up on him? As much as he fights to deny it, Bellamy begins to realize the toll Clarkes absense took on him. Blood pounding in his chest, Bellamy looks to the ground, empty as though there is a gaping hole in his heart. Suddenly, a choking wave of emptyness makes him want to keel over, allow the gaurds to lock him back up in this camp that isn't his. So much has changed in the span of less than one month that Bellamy cannot even remember being the person who he had been when they had first arrived on earth, 100 delinquets expendable enough to be sent on a suicide mission yet neccesary enough to be monitered. A pang of angst sweeps through him as the demons he had fought so hard to contain within himself threaten to resurface as painful memories flash through his mind; of throwing away the radio and sentencing 300 lives to meet their end, of shooting the chancellor, of killing Dax as the other boy had lunged at him unquestionable venom written in his eyes, of Charlotte. "I'm a monster. All I do is hurt people. If my mother could see what I've beckme" He had choked out, his voice faltering with a crushing repelling sense of defeat and disgust. Clarke by his side, blood caked to his face that refused to be washed away, even by empty tears. The feeling of her hand on his shoulder, "I need you." She had insisted, her deep intelligent blue eyes trained intensely on his broken, haunted gaze. "We all need you, Bellamy."

But she hadn't realized how much he needed her.

In the camp Bellamy glances up to the sky, allowing the warmth of the sun to caress his face, unwilling to look away to find the steely, unrelenting gaze of the gaurd prodding him staring back at him. From the corner of his eye he sees a blur of movement surging towards him. He turns his head and in a flash someone is wrapped tightly around his body, clinging to him with a fervent intensity, long knotted blond hair falling around her face and tickling his arms. Clarke.

Bellamy is in shock, his senses unwilling to believe the proof laid before him. Clarke is here, in his arms. Suddenly nothing matters, he melts into her warm embrace, wrapping his arms around her body with a ferocious intensity matching hers, burying his face in her neck as a peaceful smile spreads across his face. "Princesss" He murmurs into her warm skin, the affectionate nickname rolling off his tongue with a warm caress.

From far away he hears Octavia's chiming voice, laced with awe, whisper, "Well there's something I thought I'd never see."

Her words barely register in his mind as a small disbelieving laugh escapes his mouth, It really must be a very strange sight to see the two clashing leaders embracing so warmly.

As Clarke falls from his arms, their gazes locked on one anothers with an unwavering intensity, Bellamy's arm nearly raises to brush his fingers on her cheek one more time, to feel the electrifying warmth of his skin on hers once again but he holds back, flickering his gaze back to his sister as she in turn gives Clarke her own affectionate hug. Clarke's gaze flits back to his and his heart leaps in his chest as she asks, "Where's Finn."

All of a sudden, Bellamy's shoulders tighten and his gaze grows dark as his thoughts fly to the emotionally disjointed boy he has let run off with a loaded gun. Bellamy's mind filled with many feelings of guilt, anxiety, worry but one flitting feeling besumed him, jealousy. A short but red hot flash of the maddening emotion seems to pierce his heart. Dazed he breaks eye contact from Clarke and responds in Octavia's direction to clear his head, "Looking for you." He breathes gravely as Clarke purses her lips in worry.