It had been six months since the delinquents defeated A.L.I.E and finally established permanent peace with the grounders. Only a few groups of the grounders still had hatred for Skaikru. When Bellamy and Clarke got sent to find fertile land, that wasn't occupied by grounders, they made sure to be very cautious of the threats that might want to harm them. So when Clarke suddenly disappeared without warning, Bellamy lost it. He retraced their every step almost a thousand times before realizing that they had radios to communicate. Bellamy picked up the radio that had gotten buried into his backpack. Clarke had been trying to reach him the whole time.
"Bellamy! Bellamy, are you there?" Clarke's voice came through the small speaker. Bellamy sighed with relief than a small smirk appeared across his face.
"I can't believe you got lost." He joked, "Are you okay?" He asked.
"I didn't get lost!" She protested, "I went over to look at an odd plant, and when I looked up you were gone!" She seemed more annoyed over him accusing her of getting lost rather than him actually leaving her.
"Well, I'm sorry that I left you," Bellamy teased, "where are you I was worried." He said more serious now.
"If you would have picked up your radio maybe you wouldn't have lost me." She teased back, "I found some fertile land, just east to the small river we passed earlier. Meet me here it's beautiful."
Bellamy let out a small laugh and jokingly said back into the radio, "Alright well I guess I'll see you there, try not to get lost again." He heard Clarke mumble something before putting the radio in his pants pocket.
Bellamy turned around and headed to the river to find Clarke. He was trying very careful not to get lost again, because he knew if he did he would never hear the end of it. Clarke was always better at directions and Bellamy was good at hunting and tracking. The trip had already taken three days, and not one grounder had attacked. Bellamy knew it was only because the new commander would sentence anyone to death for attacking Skaikru. But he was always on alert. He finally made it to the river, so he knew he was close.
Meanwhile, Clarke was exploring the knew land she discovered. It was a breath-taking, grassy area with tiny yellow flowers. She had seen nothing like it since landing on the ground. The setting sun painted the entire field a fiery red, with a dash of a soft pink. There was an old tree stump that had probably been there for more than 100 years, she sat down and pulled out the sketch book that Raven gave her. Clarke drew the cultivating field before being interrupted by the footsteps behind her.
She turned around with a big smile on her face "I thought you'd never get here." Before she even saw that it wasn't Bellamy who was approaching her from behind she felt the sudden impact of a large branch against the side of her head and fell to the ground, unconscious.
Clarke woke up tied down and scantily able to move. Her vision was blurry but it was coming back she could without trouble point out the huge grounder sitting in front of her. He had long dirty black hair and untamed facial hair, he had three small tattoos on his face.
"Let me go!" Clarke howled at the man. With no response she grew even more infuriated "What do you want?! Our people are at peace with yours!"
"Not all of us are at peace." He argued.
"Well what do you want?" She snarled back at him.
"I'm waiting for your little boyfriend to come find you, so I can deliver both of your heads to my people."
"Leave Bellamy out of this. If you hurt him-"
"You can't do anything Clarke. My people wont rest until the ones we lost are avenged."
"This is pointless, you're only doing more harm, just let me go, I won't say anything." Clarke pleaded not only for her life but Bellamy's life as well, but the grounder didn't reply. Before she could think of anything else to say she saw Bellamy from across the field. She knew he had a plan, so she did her best to distract the grounder.
"You know that you're going to get yourself and most likely your people killed."
"I know what Heda said about attacking Skaikru."
"So why are you doing this?" Clarke waited but no response. She was desperately trying to think of something else to focus his attention on her, but in one sudden moment Bellamy came up behind the grounder and shot him in the head. His body gasped for it's last breath of air, and then his now-lifeless body fell to the ground. Clarke stayed silent and Bellamy towered over the dead grounder still as a tree.
Once Bellamy calmed down, he ran to Clarke's side to untie her.
"Are you okay?" He asked as she stood up and brushed off the dirt from her legs.
"Yeah, are you?" She said
"I'm fine, I'm just glad you're okay." Bellamy caressed Clarke's face, and looked into her gentle eye's.
She grabbed his arm as it reached the back of her neck, " Thank you Bell." Clarke whispered. Bellamy half smiled and nodded his head as a way of saying you're welcome.
They looked at each other in silence for a quick second but than interrupted the moment with an awkward topic change. "So what are we gonna do with him?" Bellamy asked while looking down at the dead body.
Clarke took a deep breath in and said, "I guess we wait until we go back and then we go tell the new commander."
"Alright." Bellamy picked up the body and took it behind a tree so they wouldn't have to look at it. While walking back he found Clarke's sketch book lying on the floor next the stump where she was attacked. He grabbed it and saw Clarke's drawing. He walked towards Clarke as she was gathering her things. "You drew this?" Bellamy asked.
Clarke turned around and saw Bellamy holding her sketch book. "Yeah, while I was waiting for you."
"It's amazing Clarke." Bellamy said in awe.
"Yeah, well I thought I'd capture all of it before we tear it all up to grow food."
"Why don't we find another place to grow, and this can be your place to draw."
"Bellamy this land is incredably fertile, I don't know if we'll find somewhere else as good to grow."
"Hey, you deserve a place to come and forget all the bad stuff that's happened, to just come and draw and be at peace let this be your place."
"If we can find another piece of land that will be suitable to grow than okay, but only if you use it to write." Clarke demanded.
"Write?" Bellamy said in confusion.
"Yeah, I know you keep a journal. I've see you writing in it all the time. I can tell you love it, just as much as I love to draw."
"I only write when I'm alone. When have you every see-"
"I saw you trade the journal in Polis," Clarke interrupted, "when we were agreeing to the final terms in the alliance, and ever since then you've written in it every night." Bellamy still had a confused look on his face, "Bell you're not the only one who can barley sleep, I stay up and watch you write."
"That's not creepy at all." Bellamy mocked. He was oddly pleased and very amused at the idea that Clarke watched him at night.
"That's not the point," Clarke paused, looked around and said, "you promise to use this place for your get-a-way spot too?" Clarke smiled, but still with seriousness.
"I promise," Bellamy smirked, "now let's try and sleep, then will start early morning searching for the new soil."
Bellamy and Clarke started a fire and fell asleep quick for the first time in months. On opposite sides of the fire they felt closer than ever; now they had this spot in which only they knew about, a place barley touched by all the evil in the world, a place they now shared.