The droplets of rain had begun to slip through the open patch of the tent. It wasn't really a problem but it was a reminder how rough they were living day by day which was rather depressing, especially during a storm. Bellamy lay on his makeshift bed watching the rain droplets dropping one after the other, and he heard them first hitting the pot harshly and then gently. It had been the Princess's idea to save water where possible to help when washing everyone's clothes on Sundays. It was rather irritating to Bellamy actually since he couldn't comprehend why they stopped using the local river and the lake. But, when he'd been in one of his murderous moods he'd questioned the Princess. He was told off for being arrogant but it was followed with an explanation, which was something about how it had to be pure for drinking water and how it was already risky since people bathed in the lake. As Bellamy watched the rain droplets turn into a weak stream his mood was darkening. He couldn't help but wonder how long it was going to take for Lee to finish up with his first project. At first Bellamy had been sceptical that the boy was capable of doing something so extreme and was even hesitating on allowing him to do it when he saw how large of a space that the camp were losing for his "project". But after sometime… It was coming together and he realised there had been no reason to doubt the boy. This of course annoyed Bellamy greatly since little miss perfect encourage him never mind doubted him. He didn't know what it was about her but she was insufferable yet necessary.

Bellamy shot up when he heard the ripper of his tent open and saw Raven pop her head in.

'Georgie wants to see you to check your ribs. I wouldn't make her wait either since she's wanting to get back to Monty ASAP.' With her message delivered, Raven turned to go but was halted when she heard the man inside the tent question it.

'What? So she hasn't requested me? Here I thought she'd want the pleasure of seeing me in pain'

Raven sighed. As much as she understood Bellamy held power over The 100 she still had little respect for him with the way he treated people, particularly Clarke.

'Look Bellamy, I'm just telling you what I've been told to tell you. As for Clarke – which is her name by the way – you were a right asshole to her yesterday. Everybody saw it and everyone knows it. Even Octavia thinks you're wrong. So if she wants space, just… Ugh give her it.'

Bellamy heard Raven's footsteps get further away before his mind really caught up with what she said to him. He drew his hand over his face reflecting on yesterday's events and huffed when he realised he was a little out of order. He could have handled the situation better since it wasn't really anything bad, he'd just been in one of his really bad moods. The storm was getting to him, people were bothering him and Clarke was plaguing him.

The camp had come down with a virus which targeted the stomach and it had been circling for the past week. Bellamy was already recovering from it but he knew he didn't even have a bad case of what was wrong. Bellamy woke yesterday to learn his most trusted campmate had died of it, and he immediately blamed Clarke. He bellowed for her to come out the medical tent and demanded to be told how he died from the illness, but no answer that Clarke gave him seemed genuine enough, good enough. With a fresh head he knew he'd acted harshly and that he'd have a lot of grovelling to do. He decided he'd start with Octavia. Jesus Octavia… Bellamy thought. She even tried to rationalise with him that Clarke tried everything and it wasn't just a political move against him. Bellamy had scoffed at her and told her to butt out of battles she didn't understand. When he took a glance at her, he'd seen that fire in her eyes and understood that there would be no more sibling communication until Bellamy admitted his wrong doings. In between that, Clarke was pleading with him to understand that everybody is different and albeit she didn't know exactly how without advanced technology, she suspected Murphy had a problem with his stomach which led to the illness's consumption.

Thinking more and more about the incident Bellamy recognised why people would be feeling nervous since he'd basically accused Clarke of murder. Deep down he knew she wasn't capable of doing it willingly – he'd witnessed how much life ran from her when she had to kill a woodland man who charged for Bellamy. She hadn't hesitated on pulling the trigger and didn't show signs of regretting it either but it showed on her face how much it haunted her. As time moved forward it wasn't as bad but he knew she wouldn't go through that again without just cause. And killing someone just to get to Bellamy was not just cause.

Truthfully, Bellamy just didn't want to be powerless and alone. It was already an issue that Clarke made him feel both, professionally and personally. It had been five months since he met Clarke and how far she and he came in five months was astonishing. And it had been one month since he damaged the ladder of their relationship and pushed her away. He didn't really know why he did it but he did it and he had to live with it.

With a shake of his head, Bellamy got up and dressed and made haste to Georgie who was standing with her arms crossed, head dipped slightly, eyes ablaze, foot tapping, brows knitted together looking truly irritated.

'About time Bellamy!' she huffed and began to sterilize her hands with the camp's home made moonshine.

'Oh, I think I forgot my gun I think I'll go get it,' Bellamy smirked knowing it would rile Georgie up to the hilt.

'No you don't! You've already taken me away from Monty for more than twenty minutes. Let's get this over with, now.' Georgie yanked Bellamy's shirt up and over his head which amused him greatly. He knew she was desperate to get back to Monty's side and learn more about Earth's herbs and how he uses them medically.

'You know when you really think about it, it wasn't me who took you away from Monty. If Clarke had just been a little more professional you wouldn't need to be here.' Bellamy watched Georgie look at the bruising of his ribs and he felt her have a feel at them near enough at every angle. Despite concentrating, Bellamy thought she'd have risen to the bait. Although not really knowing Georgie, from what Clarke had told him, he knew she was a fierce friend and wouldn't usually let such a remark slide as if it had not been said at all. When that idiot Jasper had questioned how good Clarke really was Georgie was there and had her finger wagging in his face before he could blink. In that moment Bellamy thought Georgie's red hair matched her temper but he'd never tell her that.

'You alleged she didn't help someone on purpose Bellamy just because they meant something to you. You made this allegation in front of everyone here. In fact, I'd be surprised if anyone out there hadn't heard you,' Georgie paused when Bellamy winced from her thumbs administration to his lowest rib.
'That rib is still vulnerable. Still no hunting for you.'

'No hunting?! Are you kidding me!? You're just trying to punish me because of Clarke!' Bellamy barked at the redhead and he felt his temper ride up the scale as she stood back to look at him.

'Hey I have an idea… Go ask Clarke's opinion. You can apologise then as well' Georgie gave Bellamy a grin he'd love to see fall from her face but the longer he took to respond he knew the beamer leaving her face was highly unlikely.

'Apologise? That'll be right,' Bellamy put his t-shirt back on as he scoffed at Georgie's boldness trying to tell Bellamy to do something. Who does she think she is? He thought. He knew he should apologise to Clarke but apologising just wasn't something he did and he didn't really plan to change that now. But… this was Clarke. Clarke. Thinking her name made his chest tighten with nerves. But as quickly as that sensation came it had left. Bellamy wasn't the type to revel in emotion and he certainly didn't embrace it. The only person he struggled to do this with was Octavia, but he accepted a long time ago that he'd never be able to be cold with her. This flickering weakness in his cold demeanour was the problem with Clarke.

'Please Bellamy I know you're going to apologise. Would you like to know why?'

Georgie was standing in front of Bellamy with her hands on her hips smiling with a smugness on her face that made Bellamy's temper boom once more. He didn't want to entertain her humour but he wanted to hear this, he wanted to know what Georgie thought of him and Clarke. It didn't really matter what she thought of him or Clarke actually, but it was the look on her face. Her eyes glittered as if they were diamonds in the light and her cheeks were rosy with glee and his curiosity took the bait. He watched her as she watched him, both waiting for the other to move. Suddenly, Georgie clapped her hands and Bellamy jumped slightly.

'You keep staring in that direction Bellamy. You want to go in that direction. You want to see if she steps outside, even just for a second. And you're going to do it because it's just too tempting,' Georgie watched Bellamy look off to the curtain of the medical unit and she decided to leave him there, thinking about what she'd said and about the girl who was behind the curtain.

Bellamy looked and wished she'd come out so it would be neutral ground. But he knew that would be too easy. It was just a couple of steps and then a couple of words but it were still hard since he had his reservations.

But it wasn't meant to be.

Bellamy looked in the direction of the screams and panic filled voices and saw destruction falling upon his people… Upon their people. There was no place to hide.