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Chapter 1

Missing Pieces

Clarke stares at the first ship she's seen in nearly seven years' land on the Earth's surface. She grips her gun in her hands, thankful that Maddi is out of harm's way. In the previous years, they had designated a rendezvous point. Clarke had figured that Maddi would be safe inside the drop-ship that had managed to withstand the nuclear firestorm that had engulfed the Earth. Clarke keeps her eyes sharp and wonders if this particular ship had received her many transmissions over the years. They had aimed for the greenery, which she had told Bellamy countless times to try for.

When the ship first appeared, she had hoped that they were finally coming home. Clarke had felt excitement fill within her at the thought. She had missed her friends, but she had missed him more. Bellamy's absence in her life has left her feeling incomplete. She had always known that Bellamy was her greatest weakness, but she hadn't realized that he was also her greatest strength. This realization didn't come until he had disappeared out of her life. He had been her partner, her best friend, and her heart.

Now, as she watches the crew of the mystery ship debark, she wonders if these people were the ones that stopped her friends from coming home. A chill runs down her spine, as a burly man begins to make his way over to her. She stands firmly in her spot, keeping her eyes steady on the man. Bellamy's voice telling her to stay sharp ringing through her mind.

Clarke notices that the man is wearing the standard clothes that were worn on the Ark and she wonders if they had taken it over forcefully. The thought makes her stomach churn. "Clarke, I presume." Clarke stares at the man with suspicion. "How do you know my name?"

He gives her a malicious smile and reaches into his backpack. Clarke keeps her gun pointed at the man, as a piece of white paper materializes. He holds it out for her to take and Clarke observes him for another moment, before lowering her gun and taking the paper from his hand. She unfolds the paper and her heart catches as she reads the first line.

Dear Clarke,

If you're reading this, then Captain Gale has succeeded in his plan. I've failed you again Clarke. He took over the Ark that first year and has kept us prisoner since then. He wants to rule over everyone left on Earth and create a new society. One that will right the wrongs that the Arkadian Government did. Captain Gale has a vendetta against Jaha and Kane for failing to bring the prisoners with them to Earth. The prisoner ship that held the hardened criminals are now on the loose and are dangerous Clarke. They had their own oxygen supply on that ship and somehow killed all the guards that were onboard. Do me a favor and don't trust them Princess. They will kill everyone that was on the council, including your mom.

I'm sorry that I couldn't find a way to stop them in time. It's my fault that they know about you and the possible survivors. I was listening to the radio when they took over the ship. I led them right to you.

I want you to know that I heard you every day for the first year, but the signal wasn't strong enough to send a transmission back. I should have known you'd make it. You have always been the head to my heart. The logic to my sentimentality. We made one hell of a team and I wouldn't trade that time for the world. I'm sorry we can't do this together.

May we meet again Clarke, I love you and should have told you that day on the beach.

Bellamy

Clarke can't stop the tears from falling down her cheeks. Her heart is aching at the thought of Bellamy being held prisoner for so many years. As she read through his words, she had pictured him in a dark cell writing this letter. Clarke could even hear his deep voice reverberating through her mind with every word. "Well?" asks the Captain. She looks up from the letter, trying not to appear weaker than she already feels. Clarke does her best to steady herself, feeling her emotions threatening to take her over completely. "Are they…?" She finds herself holding her breath at his answer. "Not yet, but they will be in a few hours. The oxygen level is critical." For some reason, Clarke feels a sense of hope wash over her, just enough to keep her sane. "Why punish them, they weren't on the Council?" The Captain gives her another smirk, as she clutches onto the last piece of Bellamy she has.

The Captain takes a step forward. "They were of no use to me anymore." Clarke feels a sense of rage wash over her as she tucks the letter into her pocket and raises the rifle at his head. The guards step forward, and surround their leader. She looks around to see eight rifles pointed at her, but she remains steady. "I want to make a deal." The Captain seems to consider her for a moment, sizing her up as if she's some pathetic girl who hasn't survived the end of the world. "I don't make deals." She takes a brave step forward and stops using her heart. Clarke knows that the only way she's going to figure this out is if she uses her head. "Let me save my friends and I'll lead you to the bunker." He gives her another smirk and she can't help but take another step forward. "No deal." Clarke glares at Captain Gale as she takes yet another step forward. She refuses to let him kill her friends, to let him kill Bellamy. "You'll never find it, there's too much rubble. If you help me, I'll help you." Clarke watches the Captain consider her proposal, while her heart races within her chest.

She has no idea how to bargain with him, but she hopes that this will be enticing enough for him to help her. "It's a deal, but there will be no more bargaining in the future. I'm in charge now." Clarke nods and lowers her gun. She briefly thinks of Maddi, but knows that she's taught her how to survive. Clarke had first found Maddi hiding in a cave. It was nearly six months after Primfya and she had been on her way back from the ruins in Polis. Clarke had been digging scattered rocks away from the entrance of the bunker, praying that this would somehow help with the connection on the radio. She had been trying to get in contact with her mother and Octavia with no success. There was only static, no human contact. She was the truly the last of mankind and she was utterly alone.

After she dug the rubble away, her hope was restored again. It was hard to keep hope in those days, but she knew that she had to continue moving forward for Bellamy. She had to believe that he was alive, that she would see him again. It was what he would want her to do. So, when she had heard the whimpers of a little girl coming from the cave, she stopped and went to her. She had spoken only in the Grounder dialect and Clarke had been thankful that she had learned the language during her time in Polis. She remembers Maddi's little tear streaked face that pulled at her heartstrings. The girl had been surviving on berries that she had gathered. Maddi had explained that no one in her village knew that she was a Nightblood, so when Primfya happened, she was the only survivor among her people. "Come on, there's not much fuel left." he says, while waving his hand in unison. She follows the Captain to the ship and they launch into space. Back to the cold world she had dreamed of escaping, the world that had caged her like an animal, the world that ironically holds her home.

Bellamy waits in her old cell and finds himself mesmerized by the beautiful art he sees around him. For years, he hadn't been able to draw up enough courage to come here. Every time he had started down the long corridor, he had stopped halfway and turned around. Even with the radio transmissions coming daily confirming Clarke's survival, it was still too painful for him to come there.

He had thought that he had gotten her killed when he had left her on Earth. The guilt and sadness had consumed him for the first month. It was only when Raven had fixed the radio that he had heard her voice. She was alive and his heart found new purpose to continue. Bellamy listened to her, but Raven explained that the signal wasn't strong enough for him to respond. In some ways, it was a curse to listen to her pleading for him to answer, but it was also a gift to know that she was alive and was thinking of him.

Bellamy stares at the vibrant drawing of the Earth on the floor of the cell. It still surprises him that he hadn't known Clarke before all this. She had been one of the privileged and he had resented her class of people for carrying themselves as if they were superior and untouchable. Now, as he traces her drawing from so long ago, he understands why they felt superiority over everyone. They had to make the tough decisions, just as he and Clarke had to on Earth. They had been the perfect combination to lead their people, even though they were vastly different. Yet, she had still been the one to sacrifice herself in the end. She was his co-leader, his compass and his head.

He feels the tears begin to form in his eyes and he hates that he's stuck looking at her empty cell instead of being on Earth with her. Fighting by her side and risking his life for his people and for her.

Bellamy had always tried to protect her, but he can't now. He knows that she'll carry on without him and so will Octavia. He wishes he could talk to his sister one last time, but he knows that's impossible.

Bellamy wipes the tears from his eyes and sits against the back wall of the cell. He can feel the oxygen depleting by the hour and he knows the end is near. Bellamy closes his eyes and pictures their conversation about oxymoron's. The moment had been so lighthearted and unlike the chaotic world that they'd grown accustomed to, that he had given in and pushed a strand of her hair out of her face. The look in her eyes had told him everything he needed to know. She had loved him too, but feared losing him, just as he had feared losing her. His Princess.