Camp Jaha.

Bellamy:

The flickering bulb pulsated perpetually over my presence. Its repeated blinks made it harder for me to set inventory however the natural light from outside the windows of my room balanced it out. Personal items of mine were just laid out on my bed. I felt uneasy, a bit cold. I was nervous. Uncomfortable.

At any moment, anyone could come in and catch a hot glimpse at what makes me that stern guy Bellamy. I felt exposed. Uncomfortable.

Kane – Pike, whichever one of them, decided to make me squad leader of some team. I guessed they had forgiven and forgotten the crime that went through Jaha's chest. Yet I felt nothing over this grand promotion.

The 100… They're my people. Or at least what's left of them. And no matter what the damn council throws at me, I'd never in a million years put these latecomers over my friends.

Trailing me off my thoughts, brisk yet fierce footsteps lingered into the setting. It was Clark, I could tell.

"I'm leaving." She worded clearly. I felt her burning stare penetrate through the back of my skull.

"We talked about this Clarke." That was my best attempt at glossing over things.

And out of nowhere, her warm palms hovered over my shoulder for a bit, before landing firmly. "I'm serious this time, more serious than yesterday..." She spoke, but there I was, instead thinking, just when I allowed her to get all touchy with me.

I then jerked my shoulder, pushing her hand off, twirled around and stared slightly yet really not – furiously at her. "These fools here need you. They need you now more than ever!" I insisted

"I can't... I can't for anyone's sake! What I did..."

"What we did Clarke, it was my hand too on that lever. Don't forget and you don't have to do this alone." I bowed my head slightly. "I'm damn sorry but you're being… foolish."

She took a step back, "Well I'm… not. You're here – aren't you? Without your bravery in mount shitfest, we'd have lost the war, lost our friends." She drew her hand nearer to mine, yet I pulled away, so she continued. "I can't stand it here. Their faces reminds me of what I did – we... did. And it's disgusting just repulsive."

"We'll get through this Clarke – we always do, now jus' take some rest – get some sleep. This pain won't haunt us forever... It can't..." I eyed her one last time before returning to my 'work'.

Promptly she left the room. I could tell she was frustrated more than when she had entered.

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It was then hours later before I felt a certain void form in our little home. She was gone. Of course it was just a feeling but, that didn't end up lasting too long.

I strutted out my room and headed to Raven's office. "Hey uh- Raven, you seen Clarke?" I asked, peeking around her little desk. The numerous flasks and tech-stuff lying around was only a miniscule representation of the crazed work she was constantly tasked with.

She raised an eyebrow playfully, "You know her, probably wandering around and looking for ways she can solve yet another problem."

I nodded, turned to leave, but she spoke further.

"Hey, hey, jus' kidding, saw her talking to some guy near the gate, a minute then she was gone." Raven bit her lip.

"Thank you." I continued walking out the office.

Shit. She really was gone, and I on instinct thought off what I'm taking with me to find her. No second questioning! I'd never leave her out there alone, no matter how strong or brave she was. So I decided to leave. Wasn't much of a shock honestly.

As I exited the camp's large metallic gates, I made my way down the short slope of a hill and went along to follow the overt trail Clark had left behind.

xxx

The air was cold, unusual. And my stance firm while sprinting forward. I felt an urge of pressure, intensity.

The trail almost diminished as the night dragged on, however I finally reached the end of the sunken footprints. With my flashlight and pistol, I scanned the area, there it was. A cave. Relief bloomed within me, like the burst of a balloon, although I kept to reserving myself in case she wasn't in there, she could've been literally anywhere, hell maybe she returned to camp after all. I wouldn't know… until I saw gold locks of hair covering parts of her face.

My steps were quiet yet fierce. She was sleeping, her fist clenched onto a knife, ready to defend herself at any moment.

"Clarke?" I whispered.

Her eyes jolted open, her fist tightened more, but she soon released. A harmonic smile enveloped her expressions which then turned to a smirk. "You found me?" She went on to ask, "You found me." She repeated tightening her lips together, raising it slightly upwards towards her left. The usual cheeky face she'd make every now and then.

I then knelt down next to her, placed my warm palm over her red cheek. My lips curved to form a genuine smile, "You can't run away from me Clarke... It was easy."

"Easy huh?" She chuckled, then allowed the warmth of my hand to calm her. "Don't take me back." She glanced at my knees, all bruised as ever.

I get up slowly, "I..."

"Go on?" She grabs her knife and places it into her buckle.

"I'm just thinking about our people – our friend's y'know?" He expressed, then scanned the cave, noticing the wreckage of dirt and stone pushed towards corners.

"This is something I need to do on my own, if you think I can't handle it well-"

Though I cut her short, "That's not it. I'm not coming to protect you, you don't need no protection. Brave princess remember?" I grinned at the thought of all the old silly nicknames I threw at her, back when we first struck the Earth with our destructive habits and war-driven psychos.

She remained silent.

"It takes one Clarke, and you're fully capable." I continued.

She bit her lip and shook her head, "Take care of them Bellamy." She lifted herself up, funny her, thinking I'd let this slide so easily.

I tilted my head, "I'm coming, and it's done."

She steps closer to me, so close I could feel our body's heat radiating against each other's. With the roll of her eyes and a long sigh, she accepted it. Maybe a little – possibly unwillingly? "Well then, let's go." She blurted out.

My eyes then gleamed into hers, we both shared grins and I tenderly grasped onto her cold, cold, soft, wounded hand, "We can get through this," I brought her close, to press my lips against her forehead. We then walked out the cave with no further debate and one shared dream.