Being on the ground for a few months, with the constant threat of grounders, the weather, animals and even plants, the 100 has dwindled to barely more than half. The kids are dropping off at a steady rate, the younger ones falling to illnesses and wounds, while the older, stronger one died in their novice battles.
They are up against more than they can take.
The lost of lives has taken a toll on the unofficial 'Princess' of the 100. Clarke. She is the leader, in par with the hot headed and sometimes unapproachable, Bellamy, and the two have been high strung for days. The grounders are still a constant threat and there is almost nothing they can do about it. Fighting them off is all they can really do, and in doing that, they are dying off slowly.
The atmosphere around the camp is tense, heavy with the newly buried. Even the perkiest of the group is forlorn. Monty and Jasper without smiles and jokes, Octavia taming her attitude and smirks.
Clarke walks the grounds, gun tapping her back in a slow rhythm, as the sun dips below the towering trees around them. The looming night brings on the dangers on low visibility for the grounders to lurk in and the thought of a new day with nothing to do about them.
With a low sigh Clarke stepped into the view of a brooding figure. His eyes looking like he was ready to kill something, someone. "Hey, look. I need you to do something for me."
"What?" He barely looks at her, his chin resting on his clasped hands.
Clarke didn't falter at his uninterested demeanour, she may not like it but she is used to it… He was scanning the working members as they cured meat and sorted the edible plants. It's unlike Bellamy to be sitting while there was work to be done, even if it was just bossing them around.
"What's wrong with you?" Clarke didn't hide her tone and Bellamy didn't hide his scowl. With that, Clarke shrugged.
Signing heavily, Bellamy stood up, lifting his shirt as he did. He didn't lift it far but it was enough to show Clarke that he was bleeding from somewhere higher. "I sort of got in the way…"
Clarke almost tripped over to reach him. "Got in the way? In the way of what? A long sword!?" She tugged at Bellamy's shirt but he side-stepped her, making her groan loudly. "You're bleeding badly, Bellamy. I need to check it out."
Bellamy cleared his throat and started walking, giving Clarke a look telling her to follow. Clarke didn't much like the whole leading her around like he owned the place, but she sucked it up and trailed behind. If he doesn't want the audience then she will give him the comfort of a tent.
"Bellamy, if you don't get into a tent or the drop ship soon I will knock you down and do it here." She hissed behind him when he decides to stop and have a chat to Miller.
Miller made a very suggestive action with his hands before Bellamy gave him a look. Miller snorted and wandered off and with him gone Bellamy turned on her. "Calm down Princess, I am fine." Bellamy said indifferently.
His blasé attitude really is misplaced with blood leaking from his chest and as much as she wishes it wasn't, it was really getting on Clarkes nerves. How he can just brush off something like this?
"Seriously, Bell-"
"Hey Princess."
Clarke almost snapped when she heard Finns voice. What is with her today? Why is everything making her so irritated? "What do you want, Finn."
After the very confusing and painful reveal of Finns relationship with Raven, Clarke has been avoiding time alone with Finn for a while. The feeling that she is doing something wrong just by being in the same vicinity is putting extra stress on Clarke.
"Look, Finn. I need to fix something up right now. Bellam-"
"Clarke, please." He grips her hand and steps closer.
Bellamy steps forward. "Hey, Collins. She is needed else where." With a stern look at the shorter young man, Bellamy pulls at Clarkes arm.
Clarke turns away with Bellamy hoping Finn won't follow. "Le's go…" She mumbles at Bellamy as she shrugs his too tight grip off of her arm. She rubs it absentmindedly, thinking about the very real possibility that she will wake up with bruises in the shape of his large hand.
With a silent and very sarcastic 'thank you, Bellamy', Clarke hurried to collect some things for tending to Bellamy's wound. "So, tell me what happened exactly." She sterilises her hands. "Oh and take you shirt off."
Bellamy strips and pulls at the torn skin. "I was helping Munroe and A few guys with some hunting gear. They were shifting them after-Ow!" He flinches as Clarke rubs alcohol on the gash. "We were shifting them as one of them sliced me. No harm, no foul"
"That is really the wrong expression for this." Clarke mumbles and looks at the very real harm to the foul. "You need to be more careful, Bellamy. We can't have to out of commission…not with what going on."
"Is that your way of saying you need me, Princess?"
"We need you. We all do." Clarke clears her throat, frowning at the all too cocky male on her makeshift med table. "It's pretty deep…You can't lift things for a while. You stitches will come out if you do."
Bellamy grunted, letting Clarke know he heard her but his mind is obviously somewhere else. Clarke didn't worry about making sure he heard right and continued her work. She has learnt by now that Bellamy does as he pleases, there is no sense in trying to force him into anything.
By the time she finished with his stitches, Bellamy had already asked for Octavia to come see him. She worried over him for a minute before rushing out for some plants to help his healing, at Clarkes request.
"You know what, Princess?" Bellamy grumbled as he tugged his shirt on. "You are far to bossy…not very approachable." He gave her a pointed look, but there was something hidden in his dark eyes.
Clarke crossed her arms tightly. "Says you, the king of orders and glares." She shoots back, trying to keep her frown up.
Bellamy hopped onto his feet and walked up to Clarke, close enough to hear her light breaths and feel it on his neck. He took notice again that she was a little short. "You think I'm the king then?"
Now Clarke knew he was being a smart ass for sure. "Oh yes, the King of the Earth." She bowed sarcastically and turned away from him.
"I'll remember that, Princess!" Bellamy called out after her once she left the drop ship. A breathless laugh escaped him as he thought about it. King, huh?
As she walked away, heading for her tent for a new shirt that doesn't have Bellamy's blood on it she sighed. Clarke heard his call to her and couldn't help a cheerful grin from taking her face. King…in your dreams, Bellamy…