(I do not own the rights to these characters, this is a personal fanfiction story and I receive no payment for it)
It had been 43 hours since Clarke had walked away. "May we meet again," she had said to him. Bellamy laughed humorlessly at the moment, at the tingling feeling that Clarke's lips had left on his cheek after she'd kissed him goodbye. If only she knew that that moment flew through his mind every other thought.
Bellamy understood why she had to leave. Clarke was always the one taking responsibility – always bearing the burden so the rest of them wouldn't have to. He loved that about her, but that didn't keep him from resenting her refusal to let him shoulder some of the burden himself.
His hand had been on the lever the same as hers. They had made the decision together, the decision to kill an entire race of humans to save what remained of the 100. It was as much on his conscience as it was on hers, even if most people believed he didn't have a conscience at all.
He had to be honest with himself, he really didn't have a conscience before he met Clarke. She was his moral compass. She was the one who made him realize that his actions could deeply affect those around him. She made him see his power, and made him want to use it for good. And now he was afraid of who he would become without her.
"What are you doing?" Raven hissed at him as he slipped through the electric wires.
"Going to get our princess back," he replied, without looking at her. It was just after dawn, and Bellamy had brought two rifles, a few knives, and enough rations to last him a week. The weather hinted at the coming winter, so he'd borrowed… well, stolen… a few extra layers from Miller. The day after they'd come home from Mount Weather, he'd led a scouting group back to pick up as many useful materials as they could – including a lot of extra clothing – so Bellamy didn't feel too guilty about the clothes.
"You can't just leave," Raven muttered, "we need you here. Clarke will be fine on her own. And besides, if she doesn't want to be here, you can't force her."
"I won't have to," was all Bellamy said as he walked away into the treeline. Raven shook her head after him. There was no stopping a boy in love.
Bellamy hadn't really thought past this part. It had been too long since Clarke had left, so there weren't any tracks to follow. She hadn't given him any inclination of where she might go, so he went to the first place he thought of: the drop ship.
