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Chapter 1- Dying

"Bellamy, we won't survive the winter if we just stay put. I am pretty sure the Grounders got the message." Clarke shivered visibly at the memory of the charred remains that circled the drop ship after the ring of fire. The memory was only worsened by the fact that what she first looked at the bones and ash, she only saw Bellamy and Finn. She hadn't known that Bellamy carried the unconscious Finn behind the wall and covered him with his own body when the heat wave struck. As a result, Bellamy's back was severely burned and he was currently sitting on Clarke's table while she applied some paste that Jasper made out of green slimy that early humans used to treat sunburns.

"That exactly my point. We showed our dominance and now we will be left alone. We can build shelters and live hap- fuck Clarke! That hurt!" She had reached a place on his back that was more damaged because there was a scrape in place before the burn.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. She was only trying to take care of him, why did he have to be so abrasive with her. Bellamy could hear the dejection in her voice and softened.

"No, I'm sorry." The words held finality in them that meant the conversation was over…for now. Clarke knew that they would not be able to insulate the drop ship well enough and that is was so small that they would all kill each other before spring came.

"Okay, you're finished but as much as it pains me to say, you have to stay here inside and without a shirt because I don't want any cloth to attach to your wound. I would hate to rip it back off.

"Are you sure you don't just want the eye-candy for a couple of days?" His question was punctuated by a smirk that graced his lip. Clarke groaned. He was so juvenile sometimes.

"Fine, be my guest and leave but if you come running back because you either got a sunburn on top of the second degree burns you already have or because the fabric from you shirt has imbedded into your soft, damaged tissue then I will expect a full, public apology."

She picked up his shirt and handed it to him and she snatched it away with lightning speed.

He got up to leave and she wanted to beg him to stay because the thought of him in pain seared heart, but she bit her tongue. Bellamy didn't need to get the wrong idea. After the fiasco with Finn, she held the rest of the men at arm's length. Bellamy was no exception.

"Princess thinks she can boss me around. Entitled, annoying, smart, beaut- shit!" He didn't know what surprised him more: the fact that he was about to say Clarke was beautiful out loud or the violent pain that washed through his entire torso when his shirt touched his burns. "Fine, shirtless it is," me mumbled and began rallying the teens.

Terrified yet triumphant eyes studied him and the reality hit him that he was so close to never seeing any of those eyes ever again. As tough as he liked to keep his exterior, Bellamy realized that this was his family. Hell, some of the younger kids looked to him like a father. He couldn't help but remember thinking of Charlotte at that moment and how it felt to lose her. He also remembered the only person who shared his pain and how he had just snapped at her for trying to fix him. He sighed, resigned.

"Listen up everybody," he shouted, "we won this battle, but he haven't won the war. There are still forces that will try and destroy us. Winter is coming and we have no protection against the cold. We are moving camp." Excited whispers filled the air and Bellamy looked up to see Clarke was standing at the entrance to the drop ship with a shy smile on her face. He had listened to her.

'Where will we go?" asked a boy from the back of the group. They all turned back to Bellamy again.

"I will be taking a small group of people to scout out any towns that may have survived. If we can find even one solid building then we have a chance of surviving winter till we can find a permanent place to call our own." Again he looked at Clarke. Her face looked ashen and she ran inside the flap.

"I want you all to think long and hard on this and in the morning I will take names of volunteers."

He walked swiftly away from the group to the ship where he found the Princess hunched over the table. He was so confused. Wasn't this what she wanted?

"Are you trying to torture me Bellamy?" She asked. He words stung.

"I'm giving you what you want. Why are you being so petulant?" He lifted his hand to touch her shoulder but decided to drop it.

"Because I just got you back and now I'm about to lose you all over again! I didn't mean for you to go on a suicide mission!" She covered her mouth with her hands realizing she made herself so vulnerable to him. She waited for the smirk and cocky joke that would be her downfall but instead she only saw confusion in his brown eyes.

Before he could say anything Finn came crashing into the moment.

"Clarke help, it's Raven. She isn't breathing!"

Clarke and Bellamy exchanged a worried glance before running after Finn to Raven's tent.

Raven was lying on her makeshift bed peacefully. Her lips were turning blue and Clarke knew it was too late. The internal bleeding was too much and it had killed her in her sleep. Finn was sobbing over her lifeless body but Bellamy and Clarke stood there and watched. Bellamy noticed a small not in her hand and gently pulled back her fingers to read the contents.

Clarke,

If you are reading this, I didn't wake up. I didn't really want to anyway. Finn is gone and I saved the camp. My purpose is gone. I forgive you for everything that happened the way I forgave Finn. Take care of the kids that were discarded like lab rats. Show them that life is bigger than the Ark made it out to be. Watch Bellamy, he means well, but he needs you. I'm so glad I got to see the rain and smell the grass. Till we meet again.

-R

Clarke was reading over his shoulder and when she finished she couldn't hold down the sobs any longer. She turned her face into Bellamy's chest and let the cries ripple through her. He wrapped his arms around her gently and the three mourned the loss of their hero.

AN: This is my first fic ever so comments and reviews are nice. Also I have nobody to proof read for me so let me know what mistakes I'm making.